Happy St. Patty's Day

The 1/4th Irish in me makes it mandatory I at least post a quick Happy St. Patrick's Day! With so many of the difficult things some of my friends are going through, it seems somewhat silly to post about the random things of the day, but I still need my outlet. One friend is very ill--recently diagnosed, another suffering from depression and having to take a break from college, and even some blogging friends are having a tough time with family health issues. May the luck of the Irish be with them-

Quick update: Today I had another "important appointment". It went better than Friday's, but still, not as good as I would hope. I suppose carrying my adorable J. Crew green striped scarf wasn't as lucky as I had thought...

Anyway, will post more a bit later.


HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

When you are down and out...buy Prada!

Well, discount Prada that is (so fun getting $700+ shoes for a mere $400!)...I am not afraid of someone saying "Don't stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey" (the memorable quote from Legally Blonde).

So Friday's "important appointment" went horribly wrong. Near nightmare. Therefore, after my disaster, I did what most would do to feel better, I ate my Pomegranate danish from Champagne Bakery and then enjoyed a quick dinner with my parents. After which, I made my way up to Hollywood to the Pig n' Whistle. The concert was good, and with the Vodka and Sprite, even better.

Saturday involved a "quick trip" to the outlets in Palm Springs (note: I thought the trip would be quick, instead it was 2hrs each way...). I did leave with ADORABLE Prada pumps, and some L'Occitane products though. Not sure if it was worth the drive, you can judge.

Regarding the purpose of the visit to Palm Springs: JCrew! Verdict: I was a bit bummed by the J.Crew outlet...stuff was simply not as good (who would have thought?) as the actual retail store, especially for women. I wanted to buy something there. I just couldn't though.

Today is a nice rest day...after my stressful and full Friday, I am enjoying my time at home with my eyes glued to the TV(watching the World Baseball Classic...) and getting ready to pick my brackets for the tourney (GO BRUINS!)...then it is bath time (with my L'Occitane products and new In Style)

Things to Do Today: Friday the 13th!

1. Get out of bed (but I really don't want to!)
2. Shower/dress
3. Get a fake tan (don't judge, but if you saw how pale I am right now, you would understand)
4. Make my appt for the brows (I can only go two weeks, max :( )
5. Relax(for those of you who know, I have an important, important appointment today Friday the 13th!!!! How unlucky?)
6. Appointment 4PM (once again, unlucky it was scheduled for Friday the 13th!)
7. Dinner with my parents
8. PSEUDO ROCK CONCERT :) (well, it is my friend who is playing, and he hasn't made it yet, but I gotta support good music, so I will be at the Pig n Whistle tonight from 10-1AM )
9. Bed :)

In other news, I got to check out that Louis Vuitton Trevi handbag and now I am positive it is just perfect for me, everything but the price tag...I think I might have to save for it (which isn't easy, as I am not very good with patience) . When trying it on though, I noticed it is almost identical to one of the bags I am carrying now, the J.Crew Jaimie minus the more comfortable strap, and super-fine craftsmanship. I do like the fact though that my Jaimie bag is a nice leather, versus the coated Egyptian-cotton on the LV.

Well, I guess I got to go now and get up :( Time is flying by and 4PM is just around the corner!

Mini Mid-Week Update

Have I ever mentioned how much I love my new (relatively new) bed?! Well, I do love it, and I love typing on it too :) Yes, I took the morning off. Long story short, I couldn't get out of bed to save my life. My DH was up very late watching ESPN (clearly, I opted to watch Law and Order: SVU--which had a surprise return of a long-lost character!!!!) and so we didn't get to bed until 11 or 11:30PM. Well, 5:30AM comes very fast...you understand :)

Oh well, only an hour or so more until I drag myself out of bed, stop browsing fellow blogs and J.Crew (which is having a sale of 20% off anything with the code: SECRET) and take a shower. Let the day begin :(

Frustrated

I am extremely frustrated today with regards to my job. Anyone ever feel this way? I do not think, in my entire life, I have ever felt this way before though.

I work for a bunch of faculty. Many of them I really like. They are honorable, respectful, etc. Others just have an ego the size of Babe Ruth. Unbelievable. Of course, those (the Babe Ruth's) are my bosses.

Today, in an important meeting, one of my "bosses" was extremely demeaning. Whenever I even HINTED at having an opinion, it was "that's stupid", or "so what", or "your an idiot".

Whenever I get another job, I am going to be sure of the following:

1) I do not work for faculty
2) If I do work for faculty, they have degrees in the social sciences.
3) Build a slightly-higher self-esteem (I officially feel like an idiot with low-degrees). I am sick of hearing that "all your degrees are useless".

FYI-I am removing some of my personal pics, etc. because I presume I will be posting more private information about my feelings, work, etc. and do not need it coming back to me :) I will have to come up with a cute name for Mike like my all-time fav blogger "Preppy in the City" has for her mystery boy (her name is "the boy" but when she writes about him, it is just adorable). I need something cute like that :)

"Jewelry, to me, is a pain in the derriere, because you have to be watching it all the time"-Eartha Kitt

I have no creative title (note the revised one above). Aside from my whirlwind day (including an early drive to work to drive my constitutional lawyer friend to her fancy job in downtown, then a mini-family crisis that took me to Westwood/Beverly Hills, and finally returning home to watch Dancing With the Stars), I have been up in smokes about my poor e-ring. Tonight I noticed just how pathetic it looks (not the ring itself, but the bottom of the shank).

Long story short, it is seriously damaged. It was first "injured" while stupidly banging it against the slots (typically, I wear it on my right hand) while having one too many drinks in Vegas. Our local Tiffany manager had it polished up, and it looked about 30-40% better. But, after a few months more of wear, it is just totally messed up. There are a million scratches and a few dents, and if I had a decent camera, I could show you.

Thank God I didn't get the Harry Winston Micro-Pave Cushion I was lusting after. Could you imagine?!

Anyway, I had to post because for anyone that really knows me, I just LOVE jewelry. Now I am sad my ring is being shipped back to NYC (without me!!!) to be fixed. It takes 2-3 weeks...

Eartha Kitt was right, Jewelry is a pain in the bottom!

Sunday Re-Cap

Today was a very productive Sunday. First, I got a pedi (despite my urge to forgo them for a while in an effort to save, I have DECIDED that my beauty needs/care costs should be curbed, but not eliminated). I went with a French (despite my recent aversion to them---they tend to be the only type/color I can stand aside from clear). They last about a month as well.

After my pedi, I went to Costco with Mike and my parents in search of the illusive black outside plant pots that I have been seeking for over two months. My mom was right, perfect pots were there! As was a beautiful Cartier tank for a mere $5K, trips to Europe and....caskets. Yes, Costco sells caskets (morbid, morbid, morbid). After leaving Costco with my two pots, brie, a few bottles of wine, and dog treats (for Lulu), we went back to garden a little. Mike did most of the work, but I am proud of my contribution (which included purchasing the wrong amount/un-even number of colored annuals to go with my trees!).

Upon cleaning our hands (which were a little dirty), we went to....MASS (gasp!). It is Lent after all, and I thought I should go. We even went to the Stations of the Cross with the Priest. Believe it or not, it felt good. I think regardless of a person's religion, you can get the same feeling (heck, some of my best friends are Jewish, Buddhist, LDS, etc). It is a calming, relaxing feeling. However, with two important dates coming up this week and next (cannot post about the topic just yet), I need God on my side. So I was covering my bases.

Here is to a good week!

Un-Chic Day Out

Well, today was a nice day in Westwood, although very un-stylish. Despite my best efforts to look chic and upbeat, my weeks of stress (and lack of sun/added pounds!) have made me not want to posts pics from today's game, but I shall anyway.

Regardless of the fact I looked VERY dowdy in my t-shirt and jeans, I was VERY happy that we won against Oregon. For a basketball enthusiast such as myself, it was a big

Is this Anti-Preppy?

I have a lust for all-things J.Crew, Tiffany, etc. I have a love-hate relationship with Louis Vuitton. I used to LOVE it. But ever since living in the all-too-trendy Orange County, I have started to hate the brand. If you go to South Coast Plaza, you will easily see every 1 in 4 women with a bag (real, or fake) from LV.

However, I on occasion see a really preppy, cute girl carrying one. This will reignite my love.

I saw this bag and just about died. It is b-e-a-utiful. Now, the question is, is it preppy? Would it look good with my closet full of J.Crew? Or will it clash?

Hmm....

Take Me Out to the Ballgame!

Well, basketball game that is. Today, Mike and I scored some great seats for Saturday's UCLA game versus the ugly Ducks of Oregon. I am excited, but not as excited as him. It will be memorable, because it will be the senior game, where we say goodbye to some of our favorite players (players we have watched for 4 years!). I am tempted to make a sign, but fear embarrassment. I am positive though, that I will cry. I am an emotional sports fan, what can I say?

In my defense though, I have only cried at a few sporting events in my time. They are the following:

1). Watching Jack walk up and finish the last hole of the U.S. Open at Pebble Beach. I cried because it was an amazing part of sports history, and I was sad my Dad couldn't be there. He would have loved to, much more than me.

2) December 2, 2006. 13-9.I need not say anymore, except for those of you who are not Bruin fans, it was a miracle game.

3) Another 2006 game, this time involving UCLA's comeback against Gonzaga. I watched from my apartment in NYC. I can remember all the emotions (and I can also remember the emotions when we lost the championship!).

4) 1998 and 2002 Olympics, when Michelle Kwan lost her chance for gold. I am a big fan, and it just broke my heart.

5) Loosing the CCS AND the CIF Championships for my team due to nerves. I made up for it the next year, but the fact the "county's standout freshman" played like S*** broke me. You can google it.

Drugs and Addictions

I have a problem, a serious one. It is no laughing matter. You know how you hear of people addicted to drugs? They cannot get enough? That is my problem, but it comes in the form of J.Crew clothing. I am a bit saddened by the fact that I have posted on this topic (the topic of my new-as of a year-addiction to J.Crew and shopping) more than once and still have the same issue---I haven't curbed a bit (actually, I have gotten worse at it).

You know the quote from Rebecca Bloomwood in Confessions of a Shopaholic "You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better" that is honestly how I sometimes feel.

Now, it is true that only shop sales (ONLY). But, a $99 sweater is not all that good of a deal. I try justifying it with sayings such as "that is the last sweater to complete my wardrobe". It isn't. But I say it anyway. Or when I had my parents treat me to a few pairs on new J.Crew sandals saying "they are perfect, and will last a long time". Doubtful.

So even before 9AM, I have managed to shop online in order to get that little feeling of "warm butter sliding down hot toast". And to achieve this feeling, I helped dwindle my already dwindled-down bank account.

MUST. STOP. SHOPPING.

I sure hope I am not the only one out there like this. And if anyone has suggestions on how to stop, please send them my way. On an educators salary, with a mortgage and Ivy League student loans, I absolutely cannot keep this up.