Monday, November 7, 2011


I'm not an easy person to love. I'm argumentative, I'm stubborn, I'm impatient beyond belief. I am always right.I get extremely grumpy if hungry or tired. Both is a lethal combination. I can be the biggest brat you've ever met.

December 2008, "perfect date" at SeaWorld

The amount of stress that has been going on has turned me into a monster. Work gets the best of me (the professional, put-together, composed part)... and recently John has gotten the worst of me. The stressed out, over worked, underfed, grumpy, exhausted me who whines and cries.
June 2009, UC Davis graduation

Sounds like real fun right? He has been such trooper. In the calmer moments... after I have some food and rest, and before the storm starts again, I realize just how lucky I am.
August 2010, dancing on my birthday in Davis

Dear John,
Thank you for being the better half to my madness. Thank you for staying calm when I run around like a chicken with my head cut off. Thank you for not batting an eye when I get emotional or stressed or irrationally upset. Thank you for standing by me for the past three years, through various moves, career changes, and all the craziness that I throw at you. Every day, it amazes me that you are willing to put up with me... and that you love me for it.

I know you hate it when I post gushy stuff like this... so I'll stop here (for everyone's sake).

July 2011, my grandparents' 50th anniversary
Happy 3 years babe. I love you.

PS. CONGRATULATIONS  on completing your internship!!! I am ridiculously proud of you. You have definitely made a difference in so many peoples lives, whether it has been saving their life or distracting a four year old from a mean guy with an IV or just being a therapist. The crazy hours, the never-ending shifts, and hard work has finally come to an end. You are supa bad ass and I hope to be half as cool as you someday :) We shall fest on pffffff chang's tonight to celebrate!!!!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Truth or Consequence, Say it aloud

It started back in August. Two of our good friends made plans to go to the Foo Fighters concert, happening on a WEEK NIGHT.

Absolutely not. I work at 6am, John's schedule varies on a weekly basis. We shrugged it off but as the Taylor concert came and passed, John yearned for an epic concert experience of his own. Apparently, he has NEVER been to a concert that he really wanted to go to.

Somehow... the concert ticket prices dropped significantly. I no longer had work at 6am. John has the day off. LET'S DO IT, I shouted into the phone.

Thanks to John for such an awesome pic
We joined up with the originators of this glorious plan (what up, Heidi and Atique), got with our other friend Austin (responsible for introducing us three years ago), and pre-partied it up. Burgers, brews, a chilling walk across the street to the arena and BAM! Foo Fighters concert, here we go.
Taken off an ANDROID phone. The quality is unreal, right?

Because we are freaking NINJAS, Austin, John, and I went from having upper level tickets to GROUND LEVEL tickets. Baller.
Blurry. But HEY! We're now "general admission". Holllaaaa
I've never been to a rock concert before... Don't judge. It was loud. Not.... volume at max leveland sing at the top of your lungs in your car loud... but IT FEELS LIKE I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK loud. Wow, if that doesn't make me sound like an old lady...

What I mean is, the sound that emanated was all consuming. It felt like every fiber in my being (including the blood flowing through my veins) shook with the bass.

It. was. EPIC.

For the following two days, I was partially deaf. I spoke at an unnecessarily loud decibel. People got annoyed. 

The only decent group picture
I sang along with the songs that I knew (yep, all five of them). I jumped and nodded along with the ones I didn't.We all dodged the smokers and the people spilling beer on the floor.

I was the biggest n00b in the group. I was happy to be there nonetheless
I like concerts, even if I only know a couple of the band's songs. My favorite part? Where the singer will hold out the microphone for the crowd to sing. And the crowd sings the lyrics on the top of their lungs. What an amazing feeling, to look around and hear YOUR WORDS being sung back to you by a million different strangers. I LOVE IT.

We were this close. Seriously.
Awesome night, fantastic memories all around. Except when Dave Grohl screamed "HEEEYYEEEH!!!" at an ungodly pitch into the microphone. Five times in a row. That's when my left ear drummed trembled and threatened to explode in my ear.

We literally live RIGHT ACROSS from Arco Arena. More concerts. let's do itttt.