But I like it here....

Dan over at [redacted] recently wrote a post about moving back to New York City after living in Miami for a few years. I left the following comment about my fear one day moving back home:

Glad you're back. However I must say, being a born-and-bred New Yorker who moved to warmer climates myself, this worries me. Does this mean I'll end up moving back to the snow and sleet, too? Is every New Yorker's inevitable plight to move someplace awesome and warm, only to realize how much they miss the En Why See? Because I really, REALLY like it here in San Diego. :-/

Here is his response:

Put it this way, Danielle. If New York and San Diego were people, New York would be Jon Hamm and San Diego would be a Jonas Brother, and when the Jonas Brother saw Jon Hamm hanging out all nonchalantly on the street corner he'd be like, "What are you doing, Jon Hamm?" and Jon Hamm would be like, "Just waiting for you to fuck it up, Jonas Brother."

All I have to say is this: if San Diego somehow stops being awesome, or if I ever tire of wearing flip-flops to work (whichever comes first), and this results in me moving back to New York, Don Draper better have an affair with me.

Choosing my words carefully

I live in San Diego where the weather is warm and the sun is out and I can wear flip-flops 300 days out of the year. Most all of my friends and family are on the East coast, where they were just hit with feet of snow and will likely suffer through at least 2 more months of below-freezing temperatures. This makes for awkward conversation when my mom calls and asks me what I'm doing. Because I don't want to lie to her, but at the same time, I don't want to tell her that I'm sitting outside sipping champagne and enjoying brunch on the patio of a nice restaurant.... that would just be mean. So how do I handle this situation? By downplaying it:

Mom: Hi babe, how are you? What are you doing?
Me: I'm good. We're... uh... sitting outside, nothing special.
Mom: How is the weather? Is it nice out?
Me: Uh, yeah. It's in the 70's. Which is a nice change, because it rained here all last week.
Mom: The 70's? Really? Ugh. It's 34 and snowing here. AGAIN.
Me: Aw man, that sucks. But at least the snow is pretty, right?
Mom: Yeah, until I have to dig my car out of it.
Me: Uh... well....
Mom: So what's the temperature there?
Me: Um.. 72 I think?
Mom: Aaahh!! Are you wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops?
Me: Yeah, but it's the first time I've gone out without a sweater in weeks.
Mom: A sweater?! I've been wearing my winter coat for 3 months already! I am so jealous.

And so it goes. No matter how much I downplay it, my mother will always assert that I have it better out here than she has it back home. Until I remind her that she gets to snuggle up with this every night:

Why he's so rad

Six months ago, right when we started dating, I mentioned in passing that I'd never had flowers sent to my office before. Thursday afternoon I came back from lunch and found this on my desk.




He is awesome =)

It's been a long, long time

For those of you who still have me in your "blogs I'm following" list, hi! And welcome back! For those of you who have taken me off your list, well you're probably not reading this anyway. So =P

It's been a while, I know. I promised (twice) to start writing this blog thing again, and both times I broke my promise. It's just that things got so busy so fast, I barely had time to sleep let alone update a website. I know, I suck. So how's about no more promises? Much like starting a new relationship, let's just see where things go from here.

I think I mentioned in some previous posts that I finally made my life-long dream of moving to California come true. Too much time has passed to get into an in-depth discussion about the past six months, so let's pick up where we should've left off....



....with this season of LOST. I am not loving it. Maybe I need to watch each episode twice like I did last season. Maybe I need to sit back and just let it happen without reading too much into it. (HA!) Or maybe I've just grown out of the show.

My main complaint is that after 5 years of messing with our heads and constantly adding new characters and storylines without reconciling previous ones, they've yet again added a whole new twist. IN THE LAST SEASON. Aren't they supposed to be tying up loose ends at this point? Who is this Asian leader and what does he want with the Losties? How long have he and his people (and the temple) been there? How does this plot line tie in with the history of the show and the island? How does it tie in with the whole parallel universe thing they've got going on?

I was all prepared to spend 16 episodes being shocked and amazed and saying stuff like, "Ooohh NOW I get it!" But instead, I've spend the last 3 (has it been three? I've lost count already) being annoyed and bored. Don't get me wrong, I will still watch every episode and analyze the crap out of it with Red as we sit on the couch sipping wine. But the less interesting it gets, the more wine I will drink. And considering the amount of wine I already drink, more is definitely not good.

LOST: Please go back to be interesting. My Tuesday nights (and ability to function on Wednesday morning) depend on it.