The Never-Ending Week.

This week has been exhausting. Not enough sleep and quite enough things to do for days straight. On Tuesday, my sis and I drove down to Silverlake to see The Lemonheads play. Remember them? They have some great songs but to our surprise & short-lived dismay, the show was a bit of a disaster. Besides the mid-show power blow-out, Evan Dando was either high as a kite or drunk and the rest of the band (minus the bassist) sounded like sh*t. Oh well. Took a few photos with my Lumix digital and still had a pretty great time.

Last night, Paul and I attended a pre-screening for the new Mike Judge (director of Office Space) movie starring Jason Bateman, Ben Affleck and Mila Kunis. The film was mostly mediocre, interspersed with a few comical moments. Oh well. At least it was free.

Tonight, I am accompanying my sister to see former Bauhaus gothic rock vocalist, Peter Murphy. Interesting. Tomorrow, my friend Sun is hosting her first ever Singstar party. I've been hearing about this "competitive music video game series" for the last year and I'm pretty excited to try it out. Besides, an evening with the girls is always a fabulous time. On Saturday, my sis, Teens and I will take Gina willingly hostage and provide her with the birthday gift of a day of shopping followed by a makeover and some fun photos. Sometimes, it's pretty fabulousto be a girl. :D

So, how've you been?

Dinner Wit Ma Girlz.

Sometimes, there's nothing better than surrounding yourself with wonderful food and an amazing group of women...

Things.

Good morning,

I look/feel like hell. I waited around for my sister to get home from a trip to Silverlake last night and once she arrived, I couldn't get back to sleep. I sound like my dad but I'm not thrilled with her driving the 40 miles from L.A. to T.O. by herself at 2:30 in the morning. That's when the worst crap happens! I worry and my mind races until she walks in the door. So basically, I have COMPLETELY turned into my dad. Haha.

Can you believe it's June already? I cannot. In 6 days, Paul and I will cross our 7 month wedding mark. WHERE THE HECK DID THE TIME GO? As I scan my desk at work, I am still surrounded by multiple bridal magazines, a wedding favor and tear sheet ideas. What a magical time that was...

Hubby's been super busy with work and band stuff lately. This is a wonderful thing but I still miss his silly butt and look forward to some 'quality' time together soon. I am so grateful and blessed that I can spend time with my friends and mostly family during this hectic time 'cause Lord knows I am not a fan of sitting at home by myself. :-)

So, how are you guys doing? xo

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QUOTE OF THE DAY:

"Those who say the past is not dead can stop and smell the smoke. We are smoke." - BF5

“The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.”

Busy evening tonight.
Erin and I will be leaving in a bit to run some errands. Then, off to No Ho for Sherry's housewarming/birthday party. Stay for a bit and then run over to West Hollywood to catch Sharon's cover band play the Traci Michaelz Memorial gig, along with a handful of other groups.

Tonight is nothing compared the the entire month of June. Everyone and their mother was born in June apparently so it looks like each weekend and much of the weekdays are packed with get togethers and party greatness. No complaints - each event will be a blast!

Can you believe half the year is over already? Wow. It's been a tornado of sorts but pretty wonderful as well.

A grand adventure is about to begin. -- Winnie the Pooh

I sparked a silly string of comments and conversations on Facebook by posting that I feel nauseous and flu-y. Everyone and their mother now thinks I'm pregnant. Haha. For the record, I'm most likely not. If I was, however, I wouldn't mind although it's about 2 years earlier than planned.

I must be getting close to being ready though because every time I see a pregnant woman or watch one of those sappy Lifetime shows like "A Baby Story", I long and almost ache to be pregnant (Don't tell my husband! Haha. If he knew that my pregnancy bug was itchin' a few years earlier than we planned, he may hit the floor!) ;-)

I know certain aspects of our lives will change once the baby sprouts. One part of me is slightly hesitant about that. Paul and I are used to coming and going as we please, driving into Hollywood or even San Diego on a whim, throwing racous parties for little or no reason. The other part of me knows that I've partied a lifetime's worth in the last 5 years and soon, that lifestyle won't fuel me as much as it did before. Don't get me wrong. I still want my husband to play in bands, I still want to go to concerts (when possible) and experience life in an adventurous manner. But the change will be evident, welcoming and pretty damn awesome.

Plus, I am surrounded (geographically and not) by a handful of amazing mothers and I can't wait to learn from these incredible women. You know who you are. :)

xo.

Weird week.

It's been a weird week. Nothing too horrendous or traumatizing. Just feeling like crap, exhausted and busy. I slept at my parents' house last night and was woken by my sister this morning with, "Britt! Are you going to get up??". Apparently, my cell phone (also my alarm) had shut itself off in the middle of the night and I had less than 2 minutes to throw some clothes on and run out the door. Fun times.

Our trip to Las Vegas last weekend was interesting, fun, tiring and mostly debaucherous. Perhaps this week's annoyance is due to an extended recovery period? Perhaps the following photo will explain everything...

Haha.

Looking forward to resting this weekend. The rest of this month will be a whirlwind so I'm hoping I can make a final recovery over the next few days and soldier on. :-)

“Maturity begins to grow when you can sense your concern for others outweighing your concern for yourself.” - John MacNaughton

For many years, I've listened to and adopted the ideal that turning thirty was the worst 'thud' of one's life. Once you're thirty, it's all down hill, baby.

Oddly enough, the day I turned thirty, I had a sudden revelation and was promptly told by about three or four others later that evening that your thirties are the the most amazing years of your life. Could it be true?

I had a wonderful and eye-opening conversation with my friend yesterday and she made an excellent point. Basically, the changes you incur between the ages of 20 and 30 are typically monumental, new and exciting. However, the maturity buried within the person you've always been seems to un-burrow itself when you turn thirty. Therefore, your life plans start to become a reality.

I've always known that I wanted kids. But only within the last year did I really begin to turn this idea into an actual plan. Only within the last year did I realize that in two years (hopefully), life will be more than just myself and Paul and if I really want to be a stay-at-home mom, the statement itself is not enough. We need to begin budgeting and saving now for this lifestyle we are both so adamant about.

I feel I've grown and changed immensely even over the past twelve months and it feels amazing. It hurts sometimes but in the grand scheme of things, the pain and pleasure are a welcome mix to a fulfilling and incredible life.


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