is it just me?

Tomorrow we are headed to LA for a wedding. While I am super excited about sunshine, warm temps and palm trees, going to LA terrifies me just a little. I know nothing about the city and will probably be lost the whole time. But the truth is, I just feel like I don't fit in in LA. Which I don't. Let's face it, I am from Wisconsin now. And no matter how hard I try, I will not convince anyone otherwise in LA. I sort of imagine that everyone there is tan and thin and fabulous and quasi famous. And I have a job that is almost impossible to make sound interesting (maybe because it isn't all that interesting?). So I fear telling people about it at the wedding and their eyes will glaze and they will be looking around the room for someone more interesting to talk to (isn't ANYONE here an agent?!) but they will throw out the occasional absent-minded 'fabulous' to try and make me think that they are paying attention, which I already know they are not. And I will feel compelled to drink wheat grass shakes and eat egg white omelettes in an attempt to feel thinner, cursing the fact that I had to go to L.A. just at the end of the Wisconsin winter. Let's face it, six months of snow and cold are not exactly a recipe for looking or feeling your best. And so I will compensate for feeling out of it by either 1) talking too much or 2) drinking too much (which will lead to 1) ) and that's no good for anyone.

BUT other than the wedding where I will be forced to hobnob with LA types, the rest of the time I can just enjoy the warm weather and being outside. Baby Liz is going to discover the novelty of going outside without a jacket, a joy she has not known in many, many months. And hopefully that laidback California attitude will help us calm down from our real estate stress and just chillax and enjoy.

seven for some
if you are familiar with high end denim then you know a brand called 7 for all mankind. I would like to point out that they are not for all mankind at all. First of all, they are only for the teeny tiny percentage of mankind that is willing to pay $150 for a pair of jeans. Also, and pay attention here ladies, if they do not make your ass look fabulous (and for many they do not) then they are not for your kind, either, even if you meet the first criteria. Because you know what? $150 is too much to pay to make your ass look big.

I don't usually fall for April Fool's jokes, but this morning on the radio the DJ said that Milli Vanilli was coming out with an album featuring guest vocals by famous people. I thought well, isn't THAT ironic'. And then I kept driving and I looked out the window and I thought 'duh'.

my perky aerobics instructor Jen had us start our warm-up on the floor. she said we were going to do the whole routine sitting down. I didn't fall for it. but when she shouted April Fool's as we were all sitting on the floor like a serious bunch of fools this one woman totally cracked up and waved her arm like 'Oh, go ON! You are such a STITCH!' Oi.

easy living
For the most part, I don't wish I was in college again. The three years after college I would happily re-live in a heartbeat. But college? Not so much. However, I was riding the bus today and a girl sitting next to me had written RENT on her hand in pen. And I thought hmm...I sort of wish that paying rent were the only responsible thing I had to do, and that writing it on my hand would be an acceptable way to remember it. I think perhaps I am going to start writing "Pick up kid at daycare" on the back of my hand and see if anyone says something to me about it. To do list: 1) save world, 2) fold laundry.

chez lizard
We put in an offer on a new house yesterday. I had forgotten how terrifying it is. And stressful. This will be the second home I have purchased in my life, and while it saddens me to sell the first one, it does not sadden me to think about a solution to my storage problem. However, the past month has really reminded me of all the things that are kind of a drag about being a responsible adult. I think my friend ch who doesn't have a job and lives in an RV and does what he feels like is really on to something. So if that is still an option for you, it is worth considering.

march sadness part 3
It is truly shocking how poorly I have performed in the pool this year. All my earlier credentials have been destroyed, and I am destined to finish somewhere around 50th out of 55. Well, unless UCLA wins which will allow me to regain a teeny, tiny shred of dignity. But really, at this point, it doesn't matter. Waaaah. Three people who entered their DOGS in the pool are doing better than me. Three. Dogs. Enough said.