As you know may know, my blog moved here>> Whole New World. Now my best friend and I share a second blog (to keep up with one another and amuse others) here. Yay.
01/02/2010
12/30/2009
Rainy day and Naughty goats.
How do you spend a rainy day? With girlfriends of course! I headed over to Emily's apartment for a day of girl talk, gossip, and shows. She now has me hooked on a teenage drama and because she has all three seasons, we have a lot more watching left to do. I'm sucked in now and can't wait to see what happens next. Of course there's more reasons I now love Emily's place and more ways to spend a rainy day:
My feet were soaking wet by the time I got inside with my measly little moccasins. She pointed me to her super fuzzy slippers.
Best cheesy show. Ever. I think she's about to tell her mom she's going to have a baby. EEK!
Later that night, Kati came over and we did a movie night. The Blockbuster by our apartments is closing down and everything is beyond cheap. I bought "Vicky Cristina Barcelona." for four dollars. It was amazing and really intrigued me. The idea of a happy love triangle and that a third person adds the missing ingredient? Never really crossed my mind the way it did in this movie. Whether it's posible or not is of no matter. Penelope Cruz did an especially good job and her temper in the movie reminded me of...well, me. Though I don't try to stab my husband or anything. Yet. I think throwing keys at his throat was one of my worst. This is probably on my top five now.
Chocolate,movie, wine...what could be better?
12/28/2009
Featured.
Just saw that I'm one of the featured bloggers on my blogging community site aka Bloggers. Jeeze and Shucks. Thanks guys. I feel all famous or something.
7 "I appreciate You's"
A couple of my good friends and I have started a sort of joke/ tradition of saying "I appreciate you." instead of filling middle word with the normal 'love' or other common verb. How often do you really hear people say they appreciate you/anything else? Not often enough! So I thought I'd start a bimonthly or trimonthly ritual, hopefully I can keep up with it, of listing seven things/people/places/etc. that I appreciate. Not only seven of the following, but also seven reasons why I appreciate it. Seven I picked because it's a lucky number,of course. I appreciate lucky numbers.
1. I appreciate help in the kitchen, both hearing and assisting. 1. I'm not so good at cooking. 2. I'm actually pretty bad at cooking. 3. It's fun having people join in on the mess. 4. Did I mention I can't cook? 5. Ever since I've been married, I've gotten advice out the wazoo on how to do this and that for my husband. Er, Cooking wise. He appreciates me cooking, even if it's awful half of the time. 6. Food gets a little better the more help and advice I receive. 7. I get to eat what turns out good! My husband's sister's mother-in-law (whew!) made the most decadent thing I have tasted in my life. Really. Turns out it was just Oreo and cream cheese and chocolate! I can do that! With a little...a lot...of help, I did so last night at parent's late Christmas. In the above picture, please do not think we put bleach in balls. I'm not that bad of a cook. My dad just likes to clean and was having a heart attack that I was cooking in his spotless kitchen.
2. I appreciate my husband.
4. I appreciate my girls. I appreciate my boys too, but that will be another list, another time. I wish I had room for all of you above, but I am too lazy and don't want to make more space so just know I love the rest of you too. 1. We talk about things like sex and watch porn and don't have to deal with the person next to us getting a hard-on. 2. Yes, gossipping is bad. But we do it.A lot. 3.GIRL NIGHTS! 4. Shopping buddies. 5. Who do you go to when you're having boy-issues? Relationship problems? Another girl is driving you up the wall? Your girls! Duh. 6. They sympathize with you. Period? Poor baby, have a Midol. Oh, wait? You might be pregnant? Shit, girl you want Walgreens or a kick in the stomach? (Kidding, don't call an anti- abortion hotline on me please). 7.Take it from Carrie "Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates, and guys are just people to have fun with." I think this is definitely a possibility.
5. I appreciate pictures other people took. 1. They show how much you're loved. Furniture piece above huband's parents put numerous pictures of me inside. Made me all warm inside. 2. Memories. I'm all about memories. My grandma got an album filled with pictures as a Christmas gift. I took a picture of a picture on Christmas Eve. That's me and my mom and dad. My mom was the age I am now! Crazy. 3. I wasn't always alive. I can't take every picture, unfortunately. I'm glad people before me did it so I didn't miss out. 4. They're hilarious. My dad looks like he's trying to be gangster. My mom's hair kills me. I look like a little sailor. Oh, the 90's. 5. They reflect the future. Looking at how I looked then, my husband commented I look just like my 4 year old brother does now. And it's true. Put him in a sailor dress and you have me. 6. Who doesn't like being tagged on facebook with a picture you had forgotten all about? It's fun! 7. Okay, okay so I kind of like looking at myself too.
6. I appreciate my laptop. It's pictured above with my big foot. After I somehow made it light on fire, the thing needed a new power cable. Robby, angel that he is, surprised me with one after my long work shift two days ago. 1. Audio! The computer I was using didn't have audio and it was pointless for me to watch videos. When I uploaded my own onto my blog, I would have to push play the same time I did on my camera to hear what was going on. It's nice to have sound back. 2. I'm laying in bed writing this blog. I couldn't really bring the computer to bed with me. 3. A good majority of my writings the past two years are on here. I like to go back and read it all and perhaps do something with it someday. When I downloaded a virus, I thought I had lost it for good and was devastated. Again, my husband, bless him, made sure I didn't lose a thing. 4. Blog freedom. You'll notice my picture layout is different than it's been lately. The laptop lets me do more freely what I want with my blog too. 5. I just feel it's mine. It's really Robby's and he just doesn't ever use it, but I've totally taken over. My pictures, my music, my words, my fault that the up key is missing...I've pretty much taken over. 6. Windows Movie Maker! I missed it, and again, stupid other computer I was using wouldn't let me download it. Hmph. 7. Seven reasons to love a laptop is hard. I just love it. I love my laptop, and so I appreciate it. So there.
7. I appreciate words. 1. I'm a writer. 2. It's definitely my evil power. I make words into what I want them to mean,and I prove you wrong whether I'm right or not. I'd be a lawyer, but I save my evil power mostly as a defense mechanism and don't do it just to be a bitch. (Though that might be fun too....) My friend told me he was talking to another friend about me the other day. They both agreed they hate arguing with me because I make them feel stupid. I don't mean to, but I have a way of staying calm and simultaneously digging deep.The result turns out more harsh than I want it to. 3.Correct Spelling makes me happy. I would like to correct everybody's every mistake but because I occasionally mess up too, I usually keep my mouth shut. When I misspell or mis-apostrophe on my blog,or when other people do so, it is like nails on a chalkboard. Even with words that aren't really words. I don't like when people use ya'll instead of y'all. So many people do this! My brother does this. Listen to me,little brother. You all. You separate the two words, that's where the apostrophe goes. Ergo, y'all. Yes,I am anal. 4. They're pretty. So many people hate the word 'moist'.' I adore the word moist! 5. I've had a journal my whole life. I sort through everything, all of my feelings and emotions and low and high points, with words. 6.Stress relief. 7. Since before I can remember I've been writing songs, stories,poems..I can't imagine life without all of that. It's such a huge part of who I am, and one day will hopefully be the way I make money. Words are just the best, y'all.
12/25/2009
Cutest Family Award
Cutest family award goes to...
Merry Christmas! I would like to start off by saying I'm exhausted. I would like to also start off by telling you that the cutest family award goes to....(drumroll) mine. I'm sure this is arguable and sure, I'm kind of partial. And I'm cheating because I just married into another family so it expanded. But just lookit my baby sister in this video. Lookit and tell me she isn't the cutest thing ever.
Her and I have been bonding lately. I kind of want to keep her.
If you don't believe me yet, watch Robby's (and now mine too) 9 month old niece. I'm starting to miss my daycare days.
Here's Robby's daddy and his boots. I told him it was fashionable to tuck them into your jeans. I was also wearing them this way the past two days and I suppose he wanted to look in style too. He should definitely be in Vogue.
It was so weird when Robby's family was calling me Aunt Christina today. But I loved it, I am falling more in love with his family all the time. They're all amazing. Here's me being Aunt Christina with the stockings his mom made/bought us. My nephew is definitely one of the cutest kids ever.
And here's another cutie-- Little brother on Christmas Eve with the handcuffs I bought him. It was his favorite present and the only one he wanted to play with that night. I think I should get Best Sister Award too. (We won't tell anyone they were only three dollars. Kids don't care.)
And then there's the other brother. He kind knocks down our cuteness a little. Just kidding. I would like to kill his ego a little though. He's getting too cocky. Too much like me.
I actually loved spending Christmas Day with the husband's family. As much as I love and missed mine, his is a little more peaceful and they had a lot more food. I missed the hustle and bustle but loved being with him and his. Ours. I'm pretty proud to be a Boudreaux. And a Cirotto. I'm proud to have two strong last names, and one huge, adorable family. Merry Christmas y'all!
Okay, okay. One more video of my sister. She melts my heart. You can also tell my poor dad is quite annoyed in this video. I made him do this until his leg almost fell off because I couldn't find my purse. It was too cute to miss!
12/24/2009
What Christmas Week has taught me.
Christmas week has been an eventful one this year. And it's not even Friday yet! I haven't even had much of a chance to blog. Three days is probably a record for me. I know it probably makes more sense to write a blog on how much this year has taught me or what new things I've learned from 2009, as it is almost the end of the year. But in covering a whole year, I think you lose some of the beauty in little details. I think I'll cover Christmas Week '09.
- Words are a powerful thing, especially when written. This is an obvious one for me, as I am a creative writing major and it's my passion. But add an envelope? I'm a kid again. I love cards and letters and I've always had an infatutation with mail. I used to make my brother make pretend mail boxes with me and we'd run back and forth to one another's rooms with our "mail." I still love it. There's something so exciting about opening an envelope, wondering what you're going to find inside. Well. This week was our Christmas party at work. As much as I love everyone, it was probably best to see Jenn. She's one of the only ones I don't really hang out with outside of work. We've been really good friends for a while now, but with her two kids and my schedule, it's hard to ever see eachother outside of the store. But she's my go-to girl at work for everything, including me rambling non-stop, and she is one of the best listeners I've ever known.
Every crazy Hannah D's moment--she's pretty much been there with me through them all. She gave us all Christmas letters yesterday. Inside mine, was a picture of her adorable babies and another two page long letter. Jenn isn't one to show her feelings and so this here letter made me tear up and smile. Hope she doesn't mind if I share a little of what got me all choked up. "I want you to know that no matter what goes down Imma be there for you through thick and thin. No matter what you think you've truly affected my life and are going to be with me forever." It goes on like that and oh my gosh, I had to keep myself from sobbing. What makes it even better is I read this exactly at the time I needed to hear it. She told me the other day I'm on her favorites list and so I'm sure she's reading this blushing and wanting to kill me for putting her picture up. Love you, Jenn, and you're beautiful.
- Sometimes acting drunk is even better than actually being drunk. Tessa came over Monday night. A couple of my Starbucks friends were literally begging me to come get drunk with them, and eventually even told me to bring Tessa along with me. We decided to lay in bed, make sugar cookies, and laugh our asses off. It was a good choice.
I sound like such a pedafile in this video. "And your sexy body" Hee.
-Compromise is key. One of those Oh-so-necessary things in a lasting marriage. I'm having a hard time with this one this year. We're spending Christmas Day with Robby's family, at his sister's house in Houston. It's my first Christmas outside of Austin and my first Christmas away from my family. I don't want to be in Houston. I want to be in Austin. With my family. And stockings from Santa. And my little brother's face when he gets his millions of presents. I want my Cirotto's and my dad's cooking and yelling at the Tennessee Titans football game at the top of our lungs. But it's fair. We talked it over, I agreed. We're compromising. Today will be my mom's side of the family, tonight we're Houston bound. I know I'll be glad I agreed to this and I'm doing the right thing, even if it kind of sucks right now. So wish me luck.
-Forgive and forget. One of my groups of friends are having some issues right now. There's a lot going on, and it makes it harder when we can't always deal with things face to face. The other night I was, as usual, mad at my best friend. I had hung up on him for the first time in the history of our friendship. I guess I freaked him out a little bit. Next thing I know,and as I'm whining on the phone to my brother about my bad day, there's a knock on my door. It's past 11 and I don't plan on answering until I get a text from Bryant. "I'm at your door. You gonna answer or what?" Dude showed up to apologize and just talk for a while. We sat outside and chatted until he was sure everything was okay. I didn't get mad at him again until the next day when he commented on an innocent facebook comment my boss made telling him to check my left hand ring-finger. Sigh. But I make it a personal motto of mine to always forgive and forget, even at it's toughest. I have great friends who do the same for me.
-Men trying to shop are adorable. And need help. Lots of help. Working at a jewelry store is evident proof of this. They come in, looking scared and wanting to hide. They refuse the baskets with the frills and ribbons and have no idea what to buy for their significant others. If you point something out, they'll probably take it, looking very grateful and relieved. Yesterday at my second job, I was put on zoning. I work at Starbucks but in the Target, so Target can do whatever they want with me. A man probably in his late 40's asked me where something was. I told him, as I was rearranging everything, I worked at Starbucks and they sent me over, but I would try to help. He looked really confused. "You...don't work here?" I think he was under the impression that Target kidnapped me from a random Starbucks and put me to work. Hee. Adorable.
-Santa costumes aren't just for the guys,girls. I surprised Robby by cooking in Santa loungerie Emily and I had found Christmas shopping. It was so much fun! I think I'd like cooking a lot more if I could do it in loungerie all the time. We did stocking stuffers in between and had a jolly ole time.
Candy, A journal,M&M headphones....The guy knows whats important to me! You got the music,the writing,the food...I think the Smooth Away was more for him. Ha. My legs have been a little hairy this winter. He promised it was just because I carry a razor around in my purse (for shaving emergencies!) and thought this would be easier.
I made a video documenting my cooking in the Santa outfit.
-Last but not least, Having amazing in-laws makes the world a happier place. Robby's parents took us to Ikea this last weekend and bought us two dressers for a ridiculous amount of money. They are too good to us. I love them both very much and I'm happy to say the feelings mutual. After Ikea, they took us to TGIF. The Titans game was on and this caused me from spending half of my time up from the table staring and whisper-yelling at the tv screen. We won! Ha. His poor parents Their son married a football-crazed woman.
Mr. Boudreaux was amazed that my camera has a smile-detector. So am I! You don't even have to push a button! Love my new camera. Lookit how cute his daddy is.
Merry almost Christmas!
12/21/2009
What friendship means to me.
I talk a lot about my friends. In fact, I would guess they're probably 85% of what this blog has to do with. I love them. They,along with my husband, are my world. I couldn't go a day without all of the memories and laughs and phone calls and texts and parties and restaurants and mall trips and slumber parties and inside jokes and so on and so forth. As much as I talk about them, I don't think I've ever covered my version of what friendship is. I think I should. I realize that my version may be kind of or very different than most all of my friends, and that's okay. That's part of the beauty of friendship isn't it? Let's begin.
-Friendship is not a number,but time is. Some of us have a few, some of us have a lot. I'm told I have more than I can keep up with and this is probably true. A friend asked me a very honest, heartfelt question the other day. She wanted to know if I thought I had too many friends, and not enough time for them all. I wasn't quite sure how to answer, because I didn't know what the answer really was. I still don't. My friends and I have had more than a few arguments about this--and balancing is still an issue for me. On top of having about a million things going on, I keep accumulating more amazing people that, like all friendships....need time. And I don't always have that. My head is still rattling from her question, actually. I've always thought having so many friends was a good thing. Do I stop making friends to keep the ones happy that I already have? Do I spend even less time with the husband? Should I join a support group? I really don't know. But I do know friendship is something you have to take care of, and that means spend time with. I'm still working on this one.
-Friendship is being goofy. It's having fun. Being ridiculous. Walmart at 2 am. Making people annoyed with the pitch of your laughter. Cheap buffets that make you sick. Gossip. Hugs, kisses, giggling until you almost pee your pants. Singing at the top of your lungs and crazy pictures and picking on eachother. Feeding eachother food, lots of girls nights, drinking too much and then making videos singing the National Anthem.
-Friendship is the new and and the old. The history-the old memories; and the ones you're making right now. It's making mistakes together and learning from the past, It's today and doing things that you'll look back on and smile about in the future. It's trying new places together and experiencing life together. It's listening. It's understanding. It's kindness. It's knowing they'll be there every step, every car ride, every new journey, every low time, every high point...everywhere.
Even old people things like coffee and bridal showers.
-Friendship is sometimes fighting, but always making up.
My best guy friend since high-school is probably the best example I could ever think of.
This kid has been with me through every monumental moment of my life. The good, the bad, and the ugly. We've cried and laughed and we've definitely fought. As much as we mean to eachother, oh boy, can we fight. The saying that you treat the ones you're closest to the worst is definitely the truth and something I struggle with. Not only that, but we butt heads. I'm sure according to every single accurate personality test ever made, we should not be friends. We probably shouldn't even get near eachother. He makes me so damn mad, and I know I do the same. I think he's a controlling asshole and he thinks I'm a bitch who doesn't care. That's really the jist of it and probably always will be. But it just doesn't matter; We mean too much to let that get in the way. In the end, fighting like we do makes me love and appreciate him even more. The other day we were at it again, via text. We were arguing and being pretty rude, as usual. I'm the master arguerer so eventually he gave up and gave me a "Fuck you" and stopped texting. Two minutes later he calls. "Dammit, Christina. When did you get so good at arguing!? " And that was the end of that,everything was exactly the way it was before and we talked for another twenty minutes. As much as I like arguing, it was nothing like making up. It will probably always be like that with us, and that's perfectly fine with me.
-Friendship is giving and taking. Holding on and Letting go, Spending time and taking a breather, Knowing what to say and when to say it. One of my personal views is to keep my mouth shut, and most of my friends understandably disagree. We're supposed to tell eachother everything, be eachother's eyes and ears, babysitters---all of that. Part of the reason I don't is because I just don't remember to. I'm busy with school, work,socializing, being married--those things pretty much consume me lately. I'm at a different place in life than I ever have been and some of these things just really slip my mind now. Another reason I keep my mouth shut is because I don't feel it's my business to repeat, and I don't want to start trouble. I think everything usually works out on it's own, and It's not my place to try to work it out. On top of that, If I repeated to all of my closest friends everything I knew about everybody, almost everyone would want to rip one another's eyes out of socket. If I told one good friend something, it would be hypocritical of me not to repeat to another good friend everything I know about this other good friend and so on. You see? It's just a mess. I get in trouble for keeping my mouth shut, but I think I would get in even more trouble if I opened it. I don't want to start it, and I'm sorry-- unless it's life or death, if word gets around it won't be because of me.
-Friendship is taking pictures. Everywhere. There is never a wrong time to take a picture. Maybe at a funeral. That's it.
-Friendship is trust, love, companionship, and at it's best its forever. Sometimes you even get some good sex out of the whole thing.
-Friendship can definitely be family.
I'm blessed with a few family members that I can also call great friends.
-Friendship is growing up and moving on. It's letting go of old grudges and stupid things that you learn when you're older, never really mattered at all. It's knowing where you were and then looking forward and being proud to see how far you've all come.
-Friendship is acting like the first time you met, at twelve years old, all over again everytime you see eachother.
- Friendship is, of course, getting a little wild sometimes.
It's a beautiful thing.
12/20/2009
Giggles, Girls, Good food.
Last night, I went out with some of my current Hannah D's work friends. With all the firing and hiring that goes on at this place, it's hard to keep up with who my work girls are now. I have been with the company consistently for almost two years and on and off for more than four; it's hard to get rid of a niece. Ha. I had to really prove myself at this here jewelry store, because I am related and so the first few months working was a testing (literally, I was being tested) time. Now that I'm a keyholder and have what I guess one would call senority, I've seen rounds of girls come and go. Not just one at a time but they seem to all appear and dissapear at once. This is round three (four?) now, and like every round before, they hold a very special place in my heart. I have this problem/gift, whichever noun you would prefer, of making friends with most everyone. I just can't not like people. I do miss a lot of my old girls but we try to stay in touch, as much as is possible with different schedules and not having the convenience of the same job anymore. Fernanda (bridesmaid!) and I are a rare case and have become even closer after she was let go. Anyway. Retail sucks in the way that so many people have to leave, but I love all the new and wonderful people that pop up too. Last night, four of us went to Baby A's. Dude. Best Mexican food of my life. Chicken enchiladas were to die for. The company was also great, and we were all gossipping and laughing and giggling obnoxiously loud. Girls are great for that. I also got a chance to use my new camera. Exciting.
Debora hates pictures. Remember my blog about shopping downtown? I couldn't get one of her. I got one! Her and Vicky are sisters and they're both freaking adorable. You can tell Vicky is much more of the photogenicest. I just made that a word, so there.
Crystal and I. I got teased all night for my oh-so-common mouth bloopers and my young age. I'm the baby of the group by three years or so. I'm the baby of the group a lot. Deb and Crystal are 27 (they don't look it) and Vicky is 23. I casually mentioned something that I did when I was seventeen and don't do anymore. Crystal remarks, "She's twenty now!" I missed her sarcasm and thought she was defending me. "Yeah!!!" Insert laughs here. I was also the only one who couldn't drink. Well, I stole some of Crystal's but we won't count that. We're already discussing our plans for my 21st. I think I'll have five or six group events for my 21st.
Vicky requested I take this one. Ha.
Guess which one is Christina!?! I am too obviously the white chick of this group. Time to get a tan.
This is Vicky making fun again. I apparently greeted them with a very deformed "I heart you." This is her reenactment. Debora was trying to stay out of the camera but ended up in it looking ready to punch Vicky. Hee.
12/18/2009
Tricky Surprises.
Husband and I are both kids at heart and can't stand waiting for Christmas to arrive to give eachother gifts. Therefore we surprise each-other in unusual and creative ways to make it an extra special surprise. I had already bought Robby his Left for Dead 2, a pretty penny for a damn zombie game, but the dude's worth it. I decided yesterday I just couldn't wait any longer and when he was in his computer room I hid the creepy hand among the balls and other hanging things.
When he came out of the computer room I casually mentioned, "There's something weird on the Christmas tree...." He did a little laugh and then had to do a double-take. I was pretty proud of myself for that one. He was still chuckling about my comment and good hiding place today. Hee.
Hubby knew I was in a kind of bad mood having to work long days and both jobs today and tommorrow. On my two hours off in between jobs he called and asked if I wanted Mcdonald's. I told him I wasn't hungry. I was only a little surprised when he marched in with a stuffed rectangular-shaped Mcd's bag. I figured he had just brought food home anyway and some huge meal at that. When he handed it to me I could definitely tell I wasn't about to eat what was inside.
It's a new camera! Bing helped him pick it out at Fry's today and it's super fancy. (Ironic that he ordered food fries to get the Mcdonald's bag? Fry's and fries? Eh?) He even got a huge memory card to go with it. I'm so excited. These are the last of the pictures with my old camera. I'll miss you but your flash burnt out and I must move on, my old friend. I'm moving from 8 megapixels to over 12. Look out for a million more pictures with much better quality. Yay for fun surprises!
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