Wednesday, June 30, 2010

9 Updates on RC

Updates include, but are not limited to:

1. Wrinkle guard still plagues me.

2. I still cook in haphazard ways.

3. I'm still unemployed and think that if I were to take a "Which Character on Seinfield Are You?" quiz the results would show I was most like George.

4. I still live in Houston. Where hurricanes head, evidently. With my dear hubby. Who is being the sole breadwinner in this household. Three cheers for housewives!!!

5. I'm still shamelessly addicted to The Bachelorette, even though most everyone on the show is a m-o-r-o-n.

6. I still contemplate the irony of realizing how much I loved a job after I leave it. Talk about needing to realize and appreciate what you have when you have it.

7. I don't blog very much anymore. Maybe it's because lazy on the couch only. No writing. Or reading. Just laying there. Listening to the wrinkle guard alarm.

8. I still need ice cream. However, I've been informed that my husband no longer eats ice cream on the week days. What??

9. I still look forward to each and every time I will get to spend time with my family. Which is this weekend!!

Until next time!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Shorty Shorts

A lot of people frequent Memorial Park who live in Houston. A lot of people realize that I'm an impostor runner. A lot of people are probably going to be annoyed when I start yelling "HEY! Running man who just flew by me! GIVE ME BACK MY SHORTY SHORTS! Because I'm pretty sure you raided my closet before you came to run! But you only took my shorts, no shirts. Maybe you should have re-thought that!" Actually, it'll probably not include all of that, seeing as I'm typically out of breath at Memorial Park. It will be more like "HEY! Running man, give me back my shorts!" This may or may not give the wrong idea about what's actually going on.

I have a lot of problems stemming from Memorial Park. Not only do I leave slightly traumatized at the sights, but also half dead and in a rage because of the Houston humidity. To add, it seems that the high school cross country over achievers who are too young to know what is sensible have been running laps around me. I was very close to stopping and drinking from their large, very cool and insulated jug of water. I think they probably owe it to me after all they put me though with the lapping and quick running.

In other news, today is my mom's birthday! The June Holiday Madness has ensued (which includes my mom's, sister's and my birthdays and father's day - it's like alternate Christmas!). I'm most definitely still celebrating my birthday and enjoying my birthday bouquet while contemplating the importance of celebrating loved ones on their special days. I love knowing that someone thought of me on my day, and want to do the same for the important people in my life! Plus, getting and giving presents might be on the top of my list of favorite things.

Cheers to holidays!

Until next time!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


There is nothing like a summer shower. I'm currently sitting out on my balcony, in the middle of a downpour. (Don't worry, it's covered. I know I don't have an abundance of sense sometimes, but you have to have a little more faith than that...) I love a good rain, when it saturates everything, renewing and replenishing life and washing away old grime. The best thing out of a good rain is probably cooler, more crisp air. (Cool er. The air will never be cool in Houston. I need to come to terms with that.....)

Don't even get me started on how much I adore thunder. Love. It. Especially rolling thunder.

However, sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. Water sustains life, but it is also a powerful force that takes it away. My thoughts are with those suffering from the recent flash flooding in Oklahoma and Arkansas.

Ironic that something life can't go on without also has the ability to end it.

'Til next time...

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Mi CumpleaƱos

So.......I get uber worked up and excited about my birthday because I'm roughly 5 years old at heart. The usual goal when this time of year rolls around is to milk it as much as possible, draw out the celebrations as long as possible. On a good year, I won't have to make my own bed or fix my own meals for at least three days. Disgusting, I know. But so great.

I felt different about it this year, though. It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm turning 25. That pretty much seals the deal on adulthood, seeing as 25 is half of 50. (I guess it could also mean that I have 25 years experience being awesome? or not awesome. either one.)

Lucky for me, I found that there is a woman who may or may not, in fact, be 157 years old. I have a good 130 years to go! Maybe in this time I can figure out how to spend less on my Starbucks drink than my grocery bill. I'm not kidding, this happened today. My coffee was more than my grocery bill. I did only buy two ears of corn, broccoli and a loaf of bread...but really? That's half of a meal. So ridiculous. But, don't even THINK I'm not stopping with the coffee drinks. Can't. Stop.

Maybe in the next 130 years Starbucks prices will go down, then I'll reminisce with the kids in my neighborhood in the year 2140 about how much more expensive coffee drinks used to be.

Until next time!

PS-Spellcheck needs to link up with urban dictionary. Uber is a word. Maybe it's German in origin, but it became adopted into English slang in the mid 1980's, thanks to the Dead Kennedys. I anticipate the giant leaps forward spellcheck will make in my lifetime. Spellcheck, you have 130 years.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Houston Adventure Begins

With a little car trouble, the excitement of a new apartment, new furniture, the Houston Adventure begins.

With my parents driving around and around i610, new neighbors, Matt's new job, the Houston Adventure begins.

With a job search, a brief vacation and hopes of finding a new church, the Houston Adventure begins.

It's easy to be discouraged when something is ending and something completely foreign and unknown is starting. However, the reality is that there is just as much opportunity for something great to happen. When I first moved to Texas, I was not enthusiastic, to say the least. Looking back, though, I had some great times, met some wonderful people and learned a lot about myself. It was hard on my marriage at times, but what's great about hard times is that good times always follow and not only are they good, but they are sprinkled with new wisdom and enthusiasm, strengthened love and appreciation for those around me. I'm lucky to have such a dedicated, hard working and loving husband to share all my adventures with, especially the Houston Adventure!

I will never prefer being so far from my family, but I have found that I still keep in touch with them, even when I haven't seen them in the last week, month or few months. I remain hopeful for and anticipate the day that we will be closer, the day my child will only have to travel a few hours or minutes to go to Aunt Katie's house or Lil' B's. (ok, Lil' B has an explanation behind it. Basically, my Dad one day says "Your kids can call me G-Daddy." Which of course led my entire family to immediately start throwing out ridiculous gangster names for my mom. After much deliberation, we arrived at Lil' B. She refuses to admit that we are funny, and will only say that she's NOT signing any grandchildren's graduation cards as "Lil' B". Clearly, she's in denial.).

I'll stop with the inspirational speech now. I have important things to do. Job search, read.........paint my all really important.

To the Houston Adventure! Cheers!

Until next time.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Make It Rain, Make It Shower

"Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As I lay on the couch (remember, I'm banned from saying lounge on the couch, which is really more what I'm doing...) I'm listening to the thunder roll in. It's very dreary outside, which is indicative of my mood. Sometimes it's just nice to marinate in a good storm.

Moving is bittersweet. It creates a totally new, blank slate, waiting for me to write on it. At the same time, it creates a totally new, blank slate, with nothing on it. At all. And maybe I'm about to draw some cartoons on it.

Moving has brought a whole new set of adventures into the Sanchez household, which shall be chronicled in later posts. Most of them have been humorous; some have been frustrating. Be prepared for some of them to have Gale Beggy appearances. By Gale Beggy, I mean my loving mother. She and my dad came to visit this weekend. These are my parents who learned all about new technology and were even beating me at it. You'd think a drive into Houston would be cake right? Wrong. So wrong, I don't even know how to begin. So I'm not going to. You'll have to read next time for that Houston Adventure.

Sorry to leave you hanging, but I have storms to marinate in, blogs to read, and placemats to iron. I mean. I totally don't iron my placemats. Only if they need to be ironed. I mean, who irons their placemats? I clearly have enough to do and don't have a need for a job.

Until next time!

PS - Spellcheck told me "place mat" was two words. I disagree, spellcheck. I'm leaving it as one word. If spellcheck ever came to dine with me, I would give him a completely wrinkly placemat because of all the confusion he has caused me.