I Am The Eye in the Sky Looking At You.

Here is what is permanently drawn on my arm. It's a self portrait. My name literally in German translates to ovum, which is a egg. 

Here is what I saw at the bar on Saturday night:





If I had a choice, Steve Buscemi would voice my tattoo. 

Eye to the Sky

At the Golden Nugget, LV

Chicken Nuggs

I've had this crazy craving to eat some chicken nuggets.  I daydream about it. 

All I want is one.

I'm Not a Cookie.

Inspired by the new book I received for my birthday and that Shane was out at Big 4 with the Boys, I had decided to try to make french macarons.  I've read the "first time horror stories" on assorted blogs and sort of psyched myself out of making them for the past year. But with my new book in hand, a kitchen scale and a borrowed hand mixer from Ms. Melis I felt my time has come. I followed every measurement, every instruction and went with my instinct and here is the end result: 

I would sneak peeks of them while they were in the oven and I got really giddy when I saw the pieds or feet. 

I did hit a sort of brick wall when it came to making the buttercream.  I followed the book and my cream always came out gross looking!  So I went online and found a video and much easier recipe. I added a little vanilla extract and some boysenberry jam. I also don't have pastry/piping bags and so I did it ghetto style with a Target brand zip top bag, because that is how I roll.

So here it is a vanilla and lavender french macaron with a boysenberry buttercream, made by me for you.   

one more

I had a birthday.  I spent it with good friends and ate good food. Work got me an awesome cheesecake and at Thiptara, they gave me coconut ice cream instead of cake!   The mister got me two new cookbooks. 

The macaron book i've been wanting since forever and the How to cook book is just visually amazing. wanna come over for dinner?

The View from Below

When you are short as I am, you find yourself always looking up.

Act Your Age Not Your Shoe Size

One day I'll swing to the stars!

you look like you are from Portland.

Saw the Kings win, hung out with Linda, ate at Umami. It's Sunday night, I'm in my lazy clothes and Shane is sick.  So what is a girl to do? TAKE PICTURES! 

Location: my couch
Wearing: Hells Bells hoodie.  Wore it out on a walk to 2nd Street today and I got a complement.  Also we went to Jones Bike shop and somehow the manager asked where were from and we said we just moved from Portland and he said, "You guys look so Portland."  I think he just said we look homeless!! 

J/K, J/K!!! 

while the boys are away

One blink and boom the month is over.  Is the Earth spinning faster? 

Stripes and plaid, that's how I roll.  Speaking of rolling, my tire decided to run over a metal rod the size of a box cutter last Saturday and decided to deflate overnight.  Oh yeah I got my hairs cut.  It was one of the last days of my stylist.  What is a girl to do?


I just had a crazy craving for Cha for Tea.   

possessions

getting settled in.

getting where i need to be

i need french macaroons and apparently they do not exist in long beach.  i guess i need to learn how to make them then.

pieces

i finally own a piece of dear creatures.  yay!

waking up in a new year

it's been a while i guess. 

History Lesson

Moving. Blah. I'm pretty excited to be back
in Long Beach. The only bummer is no dogs. I was really hoping and mentally ready to have a little friend back in my life. But alas it wasn't written in the stars...yet. My story is to be continued.

Moostache

I entered a contest on Kidviskous's Facebook page and I won!

Having a full time job and all I think the mustache makes me look professional and more refined. 

 

It came in a cute box!

 

Thank you Kidviskous! 

 

boys don't make passes on girls who wear glasses

Is that a true statement? This is my tough guy face.

my past is haunting me

If you are new to this blog and didn't go to high school with me you didn't read my old blog.  It was called open the door and I wrote in it my senior year in high school up to my first semester in college.  Then I moved to this blog. I read some entries today and man I hated living in Oxnard and I loved skateboards and the boys that rode them.  I kinda bummed because I had like three in high school and I deleted them all. This one survived and now you can enjoy my humble beginnings as a blogger.

Open the Door

Enjoy!

weekends

weekends have been nonstop since moving back here, but i'm glad i have them off. here are a few pictures from last week.  i was reunited with my bestest, un-knee-saw and she celebrated her 26 years of life. 

Inventory

old friends

I've had these shoes since my senior year in high school.

oh yes you will be mine

So pretty.  Damn you Sophia Coppola and Louis Vuitton!!  I can see myself holding this.  sigh. 


(as seen on habitually chic)

The Snozzberries Taste Like Snozzberries

Etsy Headquarters = dreamy.

(As seen on Apartment Therapy )

Located in NYC, personal chef and furniture and art were purchased on Etsy.  Stay creative friends!

case files

Living in Lake Forest can really change your outlook on life.  Life here is simple.  Beautiful homes and strip malls.  Once an ounce of culture is taken away, all you want it is to is get it back. 

This weekend was the Foothill Ranch neighborhood garage sale.  Usually, I get pretty excited about these things.  But Lake Forest is a pretty young city, established in 1994, I don't think there is much "accumulated things of interest."  Things of interest are in quotes, because it is all relative.  The things I find interesting are old things mainly from the 50's, 60's, and 70's and it's usually dishware or accessories. So with that being said, the garage sale was a bust but it doesn't mean I didn't make out like a bandit. One house's yard looked like a 99 cent only store.  I over heard that the owner knows how to work the coupon system and buys things at close to nothing and then she resells them.  I found my brand of tampons for nearly half the price Target or Rite Aid sells them for.  Naturally I buy two.  The next house I purchased items from was an older couple. They had the most interesting stuff.  I bought 5 good condition records with the most amazing covers for $1.  The last house, I guess you can file this under "ask you you shall receive."  I crochet beanies and I planned on buying some cute colors.  I found a comforter bag full of yarn from the 70's.  I paid $3!  There was also a sweet Kodak 35mm camera that belongs to the sellers dad.  She was asking $5.  I didn't end up buying it.  I usually regret these things but I have lots of cameras and I can hold out for one that truly sings to me. 

All the other houses were just "blah."  Nothing special.  People cleaning out their old stuff to make room for their new Pottery Barn vase.  I guess you can say, judging by the amount of things I bought, that it wasn't all that bad.  I guess so. I really like the records, I needed tampons and I wanted new colors of yarn.  But I part of me still feels empty.  People laid out their possessions, offering them for all to see and buy and quite honestly it made me sad. No culture. Strip mall art prints top 40 cds.  I truly live among the little boxes on the hillside.

too old

you're too old when you sit VIP at a hardcore show.

the end.

chose your own adventure

i choose b!

bigger and better things in the future! On to the the next one I suppose!

In other adventures in suburb living, while exploring the lake forest bar scene we stumble upon the Iron Mule.  You can smoke inside, they have digital shuffleboard and three pool tables.  The PBRs are $3 pint (ROBBERY) and YOU CAN SMOKE INSIDE!! what???? So then I look up the laws in California regarding smoking and law states that you can be exempt from the law if you have less than 5 employees.  BOOM.  Here I was ready to blow the whistle on this law breaking facility, and I find the loophole.  Bummer City fo sho!  I mean the bar was promising.  Iron Maiden writing on the door, it was next to an El Pollo Loco.  It has a lot going for it, top 40 music blaring from the digital jukebox and digital shuffleboard.