Friday, December 30, 2011

Boy Meets World.

Not a usual post of mine, but I want opinions!
Eric Matthews was so cool, suave and awesome in seasons 1-5, then went insane in seasons 6-7. Why? I love him, but why?

Scarring the lives of children one photo at a time.

The Boyfriend's little 2nd cousin celebrated her 1st birthday today at Peter Piper Pizza.  This little girl, Kathryn, is so adorable, I can hardly contain myself.  Unfortunately, she isn't very fond of either of us.  You see, every time we see Kathryn for an extended period of time, it's been for a photoshoot.  The first time we met her, we bombarded her home with studio lights, backdrops...the whole kitchen was transformed into a her impression of us is more than likely "the two people who scare me with big flashing lights and giant cameras."  Other times have been the same - for fall photos in a pumpkin patch, her baptismal, etc.  So she associates us with blinding lights.

This is a photo of the Boyfriend and his sister Sarah as she holds Kathryn:

The poor thing is terrifed.
She did similar faces of fright when I tried to carry her.

Kathryn did enjoy her party, though. She was smiling and bouncing around with so much happiness.  It's hard not to smile and be happy when you see a child smile.

I swear she was smiling right before I took this photo.  I even took my non-threatening Point-and-Shoot camera thinking it would change her fear, but nope.  I scarred her.
Her Minnie Mouse pinata is HUGE.  That thing was nearly bigger than me!

So happy first birthday, Kathryn!

One of the cool things about attending a birthday party at Peter Piper Pizza is all the free Pizza.

Pizza is, of course, another reason I will never be skinny.  Yep.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I am a Gryffindor. Hear me roar!

This post is fueled by a 3 hour long game play of Lego Harry Potter, Years 1-4 on Wii with the Boyfriend tonight.

Anyone who knows me for more than 5 minutes will know that I love Harry Potter.

I have the tiny Potter stars from the American Edition Book tattooed on my shoulder blades and am planning on another, bigger, Potter related tattoo soon.  If you don't know which stars I'm referring to, pick up any of the 7 books, look on the top of each page.  Those stars...but of course blown up to a good size.

I'm a Beta user over at Pottermore and was officially sorted into Gryffindor back in August!
Here's a cell phone photo of my sorting results:

If you are on Pottermore, by the way, feel free to friend me. Screen name is ScarletMist170. Boyfriend is HawthornePotion170.

I fell in love with Harry Potter 10 years ago at the tender age of 15 after seeing The Sorcerer's Stone.
At the time, I wasn't interested in the series at all, but it was the only movie on Thanksgiving day in 2001 that had tickets at the specific time my parents and I walked up to the ticket booth. It looked interesting, so we got tickets and went in.
I walked out after the movie with stars in my eyes.

The next day, we all went shopping for groceries at our local Walmart. I begged my mom for a a copy of the Sorcerer's Stone book, and I got it. I was such a spoiled little girl.
I read through it rather quickly, and whenever my parents could, they got me the books that were out at the time, which was up to the Goblet of Fire.

I attended every midnight release from then on out for the next movies and for books 5-7.  My friends and I made this a point and would go as group to get our book or to watch them come to life on screen.
I collected shirts, sweaters, bags, and even a light up Hermione wand.

This last summer was the release of the last movie, The Deathly Hallows. I think I'm still in denial that the whole thing is over.  Sure, the books were over in 2007, but the movies gave us rabid fans something to look forward to.

It will never be over for me. This, I know is true.  I make sure to read the entire series once a year since I started reading them.  It's almost as if my brain plays a stint of selective amnesia when I read them over, because I conveniently forget the plots of the books and get excited all over again.   I'm so excited that 2012 is coming up in a few days because that means I can read them over again once I finish my current list of books!  I'm a huge reader, if you didn't already know that.  :)

I will leave you with this dorktastic photo of me fake reading my book. :)

“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
J.K. Rowling

Monday, December 26, 2011

I will never be skinny - a love affair with cake and chicken.

I'm not skinny.  I'm not super fat either.  I like to consider myself pretty average. In fact, it is so hard for me to find clothes in my size because all the other average girls get to them first.

My whole life, I was always a little bigger than most girls.  I noticed this in elementary during the annual physical check-ups in PE when the other girls would get weighed before me and I weighed 10 or 15 pounds more than them.

Keep in mind that as a child, I looked like everyone else.  I wasn't this pudgy kid. I was slightly taller than most girls (that changed in high school) and had a little more meat on my ass than the other girls. 
That's me around 6 or 7 years old.  As you can see, I look scrawny.  But hidden under my skin and bones must've been some hidden weight just waiting to make it's appearance come puberty.

It's no secret that I have an affinity for cake and chicken.  Get a plate of chicken in front of me and follow it up by a little cake and I'll be a happy girl!
This was pointed out by the Boyfriend, who upon looking at old family photos in my mom's picture box, noticed there are way too many photos featuring me with chicken or cake.
Here are a few examples of this:
Don't I just look thrilled to have these delicacies in front of me? I look gosh darn joyful.

The love for cake has never left me as evident by this totally flattering photo snapped just this afternoon by the Boyfriend as I ate a slice of cake by the sink in the kitchen:
Pure glee on my face.

Don't get me wrong here. I do try to eat well, I do exercise, and do try to keep healthy.  According to my last physical a couple moths ago, I am pretty healthy.  Do I want to loose weight? Yea. Of course I do. I would love to be at the weight I was the first year of college. 
But you know what?  For now, all I can do is love myself for who I am.

The Boyfriend thinks I'm beautiful. What more can a girl ask for?  I can feel my worst, and he will still find me attractive. 

I've had people in my family tell me "you need to loose weight!" or tell someone to tell me "hey, she needs to loose weight!" ...and it fucking sucks.  People who should love you bluntly saying things like this is NOT a way to get through to someone you are trying to "help."  It should be done with tact, respect, and lots of TLC.  Just FYI for any of you out there attempting to make this kind of intervention happen.
All it does is make you feel worse; it tears down any walls of confidence that have been built. 

The last time this occurred, I actually went through a month long "diet" where I ate only 1000 calories or less a day, and did some extra work outs. After the month was over, I was 1 pound lighter, hungry, and still wearing the same clothes...except my pants were a little loose on my thighs.  It wasn't worth it.

Recently, though Tumblr, I found confidence and self-worth through many TumblrBlogs like FuckYeahChubbyFashion and PlusSizeWomenAreBeautiful. There are other girls who look like me, who are smaller than me or even bigger than me who look beautiful, who have so much confidence. It inspired me, and recently, I have been seeing myself as beautiful. It helps to have the Boyfriend love all of me, too.

I don't know the reasoning behind this post. I don't think i need a reason at all. I think it's just to put it out there that I may not look perfect, but I am beautiful. Everyone is.

Sunday, December 25, 2011


Hey Santa,
Yeah, you in the red, jolly suit.
Why did you give me allergies for Christmas?  I was good all year. Well, I was decent.  I don't think I did anything to deserve a full blown allergy attack on Christmas night.

I was fine - FINE - all day.  I had a mild allergy hit around 8 while watching tv with the boyfriend which went away quickly, but now it's back with a vengeance.  WHY?

I believed in you for many years. Possibly beyond the appropriate age of believing, which you would think would add some street cred up the North Pole about my childhood love for you.  That street cred should've given me a "No-Allergies-During-Christmas" pass to last ages. But nope.  Here I sit, tissues in hand, wondering whre it was I failed you.

Is this punishment for buying tissue boxes with you on it?  Punishment for opening gifts on Christmas Eve and not giving you a chance to hop in our windows (since we lack that chimney you're so fond of) to drop off gifts?  Punishment for that extra brownie I ate the other day knowing I shouldn't? 

I'm already allergic to real Christmas trees.  That's no big deal, though. I love my fake tree. I love not having to clean up dead needles and worry about the creepy bugs that real trees house. Did I walk by a real tree and take a huge deep breathe not knowing it was there?

Regardless, I'm not feeling well, and I blame you.  I have no real reason to...but damnit, I was FINE all day.  Somehow, this is your fault.


Come my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song!

I have this recurring fantasy that my life is a musical.

I'm am not a thespian, by any means. In fact, I have huge stage fright and would probably need to be really drunk in order to perform in front of people.  The last time I sang in front of a group of people, I had a couple martinis in my system, so I know it's a fact.

Anyway, in this fantasy, life is normal, except for the random musical numbers that make everything exciting.  I would burst into song in the middle of conversation, much like Giselle in Enchanted does.  Then the random city dwelling creatures would sing with me, random people around me would dance in sync flash-mod style, and I would get carried around by a bunch of guys while I sing about silly things like how my jeans fit perfectly this morning or how great my bowl of cereal is.

Every important moment in life would be sung about.
Made breakfast? SING!
Got all green lights while driving? SING!
Getting married? SING!
Jeans fit perfectly after eating en entire pizza? SING, SING, SING!

 Life would just be so cheerful. 

Friday, December 23, 2011

A very merry Lola!

As most of my readers know, I'm a photographer.

This year as a Facebook Christmas post on our business profile, we decided to feature Lola, the wonderful puppy that brings my boyfriend and I together. 

Her photo:

She's so beautiful.  <3

Merry Christmas, y'all!


I just need this to be known on this blog that my dog, Lola, is the most awesome, coolest, and beautiful dog in the world.

That is all.  :)

Thursday, December 22, 2011

That wrapping paper better be peeled away with love, not torn!

I bought the cutest wrapping  paper today.

Isn't that adorable?   I love it!  Saw it at Target and I had to have it.  
I finished up my Christmas shopping today, and got to sit under the tree arranging presents so it looks nice and presentable. Of course, I finally got to appreciate some of the cute ornaments and took the chance to snap a couple photos of my three favorites.

I love this holiday.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Some people are just born lucky.

Have you ever looked at the eyes of The person you love and wondered "how did I ever get so lucky?"

I do. Everyday.  <3

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Stars. I want to see stars.

I just remembered a cute little story.

When I was 8, I was amazed by outerspace. I wanted to grow up and be an astronaut and be the first person to explore the planet Venus.

This is before I knew Venus would kill me with heat and gas.

So, when I was 8, what I wanted the most in life was a telescope. A real telescope. My big brother, Carlos, had taken me to a store that stocked toy telescopes and I asked for one from him.  And he told me "I'll get you one in 100 years."

Not knowing about life spans, I got excited.

I have 83 years left of waiting.  Telescope, here I come! 

The boyfriend tries Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

The infamous Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans from Harry Potter.  Outragous candy.


I held the camera wrong the whole time, so please don't mind the sideways view.  :) that vomit flavored?

The boyfriend and I accompanied my parents to the airport yesterday as they got ready to go to Albuquerque, NM.  We got there on time, but of course there was a delay.  Fun, fun, fun!

Aww, look at my mom and dad.  Adorable, aren't they?  it took 4 tries to get this photo because they have the habit of saying "hurry up, hurry, i can't smile!" while I try to take their photo.

So we had plenty of waiting time, and luckily for us a local elementary school had their choir group come and sing Christmas songs to the waiting travelers.  It was so cute!

This is them singing Jingle Bell Rock.  Naturally, I associate this song with the version from Mean Girls.  So right after I took this photo, I danced the Mean Girls version subtly next to the boyfriend.  He was ashamed, i'm sure.
You know the dance I speak of:
Yes, I did this in public.  Boyfriend was THRILLED.

Anyway, after making a mockery of dance, we went and chilled with my mom and dad a little more while they drank their coffee.  My mom snapped a photo of what we do when sitting across the table from each other 60% of the time:

We were probably on facebook, not gonna lie.

So, with 1.5 hours left to spare, we went to the little shop located near the front of the airport and found many awesome things. But none as awesome as Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

Anyone who knows me for more than 5 minutes knows my obsession with Harry Potter and all things associated with Potter.  But I draw the line at eating things that taste like things I would rather not taste.  Behold the list of flavors available in these tiny boxes of culinary demise:
They draw you in with the Cherry, the Marshmallow, and Lemon.  But ...wait...what is that?  Vomit?  Soap? Sausage?  no thank you.
The boyfriend was intrigued.  Being a boy, he couldn't help it. He bought a box, and I filmed the tasting of such flavors like Earwax, earthworm and Black Pepper.  My mom even tasted the Grass flavored one!  I will post these videos in the next post.

I was too afraid to try any of them.  What if i mistaken Banana for Vomit?  BLEH!

So finally, their plane arrived.  The boyfriend and my dad bonded for a while before they left.  aww.

See how my dad refuses to look at the camera?  This is on purpose.

My mom and dad went on their merry way to New Mexico, and most of the travelers were gone by this point.  The airport waiting area had this nice, serene feel to it before we left.

And I finally saw what Hugh Grant talks about in the beginning of Love Actually:

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around"

Seeing arrivals and departures was bittersweet.  I wanted to cry with the family who said bye to their son going to basic training.  I wanted to laugh with the family I saw greeting a loved one.
It's beautiful.  It's all around.  :)

Saturday, December 17, 2011

A gratuitous picture post of myself.

The boyfriend took these of me today so the purposes of posting them to a Tumblr blogsite called fuckyeahchubbyfashion.

Learning to embrace my curves and body one day at a time.
I like these. :)

Movie Review: Midnight in Paris

Midnight in Paris (2011)

The boyfriend and I had the wonderful opportunity to see this film today.  We both walked out of Theater #1 feel awed, inspired, and in love.

The movie is set in modern day Paris, as well as 1920s Paris.
Gil (Owen Wilson), a writer, finds him self enamored with Paris and is nostalgic for what he believes to be The Golden Era - the 20s.  When he finds himself traveling back in time, he finds himself with the likes of Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Salvador Dali, Picaso, and the beautiful Adriana.


My rating?  5 out of 5 stars.

Gil's adventures in the 20s left me wanting more. Not in a bad way, but in a similar nostalgia felt by Gil in the film. I came home and immediately downloaded free Kindle editions of Fitzgerald's novels.  I found myself listening to 20s jazz era music through various YouTube videos.  I wanted to feel, hear, taste, and see what he saw.  

Rachel McAdams stars as Gil's fiance, Inez.  Personally, I found it really hard to like her character. She strikes me as an older 30 year old Regina George - a most unpleasant, spoiled adult.  If she was pleasant, however, the story would not have gone as well as it did. Inez has nothing in common with Gil, and finds it annoying and complicated that Gil wants to write and wants to live in Paris one day. 

My celebrity girl crush, Marion Cotillard, stole the show as Adriana.  Yes, I might be a bit biased on this opinion since I love Marion to pieces...but she honestly was amazing.  As the muse of Pablo Picaso - as well as many other artists and writers - Marion plays the sultry part well. As the girl who falls in love with the most interesting person she's ever met - she plays vulnerable well.  She can do no wrong.
Did mention she is my girl crush?  Well she is.  Keep that in mind.

Acting aside, it's difficult to put in text what I loved about this movie.  Woody Allen masterfully wove this movie from beginning to end.  I'm impressed, and totally in love.


New blog.

It's not New Years yet, but one of my resolutions for 2012 will be to keep this blog. 
I keep up with Tumblr and Facebook, so this shouldn't be too hard.  I hope.
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