tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87027416260641305632012-01-17T21:42:43.912-07:00Hawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526882697802753803noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702741626064130563.post-89356545190004568432012-01-04T19:14:00.003-07:002012-01-05T00:54:41.909-07:00

To all those who have heard me belting out the Black Eyed Peas' Just Can't Get Enough song for the past few months, leaning back (not by choice, my car's seat is stuck that way) whilst driving my ghetto red velvet interior car down the street singing: "I'm addicted, I want to German size your love." Which, turns out, actually says.. "I'm addicted, I want to jump inside your love." (which in

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Last Sunday, Nate and Alex invited me up to their friend's cabin to watch a movie and play some games with a bunch of people that they grew up with in California. My friend Taylor and I both weren't able to head up til later that night so we planned on just heading up together late. Taylor, lest we forget, is the one that I nearly killed whilst driving down the mountain last time. I offered to

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Love me some new iPhone 4s. Mostly because this phone actually has a silent feature... now I can finally text and play Words with Friends through all of my meetings instead of counting ceiling tiles and/or plotting a way to get a cameo on Modern Family. So really, it's a blessing and a curse. May I present to you the top 10 new features of the iPhone that had me at hello... Reasons 1-8: Siri.

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If you are just tuning in... my life is ridiculous. #welcome Last week I flew out to New York for Advertising Week and was stoked to be back to the city, to have a bitchin' week at AdWeek, and hopefully be able to meet up with some friends while I was out for the week. Unfortunately, the night I got to my old apartment I got a crazy fever that utterly wiped me out. A fever that lasted THREE

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I rue the day that I ever thought watching the movie Contagion would be a good idea. I'm sick. And from watching the movie I now know that I probs have an illness that came about when the wrong panda bear and the wrong penguin got together somewhere in southeast Asia, had a love child, and then said lovechild was sneezed on by some sickly pigeon...who later that week snogged with one of the

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Last night my friend Kiera was over at my apartment and told me that she had read through all of my posts after she had found out about my blog last week... [120 points to team Kiera. huzzah!] but my favorite part of the convo was when she said; Kiera: I loved all of them! I kept having all my coworkers read them too; I couldn't stop reading them! Me: Thanks!! Kiera: Except one thing... being a 

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It's about to get real personal up in here. First things first; I wasn't shot. So that is not the reason why I have been a little late in writing. To tell you the truth; my communication skills have decreased a solid 92% since I moved to New York. I blame the subway. No really. You know how some things bring out the best in people i.e. chocolate, avocados, puppies, DuckTales theme song, etc...

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Oh heyyyy. So here I am, sitting in Central Park, watching the sunset. Oh, by the way – I moved to New York. That’s why there has been a little bit of delay in getting some posts up, I have about three that I was working on before I left that are saved as drafts – so just to give you a heads up when you’re like ‘Wait? This doesn’t make sense - Isn’t he in New York?” Actually, today was my first

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Do you ever just have one of those days where you go to the eye doctor to pick up your new box of contacts and you go into the bathroom frantically excited to take out the new contacts from the box because you've been using the same old pair of contacts for the last six months and then you put in the new contacts only to find out that your vision is actually worse now and that they must have

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My friends and I were all hanging out one night when I looked down at my phone and it was 11:11 p.m. "Hey, check it. It's 11:11." Then Addi and I commented at the exact same time... Simultaneous conversation: Addi: Time to make a wish. Me: Time to talk with the devil. [dead silence] Everyone in the room stopped and turned to me with confused and slightly creeped out faces. Me: Um... In my

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For a while now I have really wanted to start doing segments called "Meet: ______ " to introduce to you some of the craziest, funniest, greatest, most ridiculous characters you'll ever meet and somehow I got lucky enough to have them all in my life. Meet: Merl. Alias: Mark Trademark: Loudest snort/I-dont-know-what-to-call-it you'll ever hear. Random Fact: Tiff, Merl, and Danny changed my life

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Perks of catching a saturday matinee movie with the parental unit: a.) free movie b.) good times and epic company c.) free popcorn d.) supplied with at least a weeks worth of one liners Two things happened having been born of parentals consisting of a hippie and a native american... 1. Accepting the fact that my parents will always be infinitely cooler than me. 2. Hearing "I would marry you

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Where do I even start? You know those movies that the whole time you are watching them you're all like, "Wow, I love this movie so much; I could watch this for forever." and then in the final stretch, out of nowhere, it somehow has the absolute worst ending you have ever seen in all movie-dom? All that build-up to what could have been something great is brutally massacred by a bad ending. Yeah,

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Happy one year anniversary... um, to me. My blog is a year old!  One sunday, a year ago, I drove out to the lake for a couple of hours and while I was out there I discovered the wonderful world of blogging via my iPhone.  I had always thought that blogs consisted of nothing more than picture after picture of infants (some cute, most not) documenting - in real time - every move they made. (Tiff

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Eric sent me a rather aggressive email recently asking why I haven’t made a blog post in a while… I have no good answer. I’m legally blind. My contacts prescription is -7.25 and -6.75. Okay, that tidbit, or tad-bat (if you are Valerie while trying to say tid-bit as you are waiting in line for free chocolates from the geriatric ward… aka See’s Candy) was mostly two fold:  A.) to make you feel bad

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As I was walking in the parking lot I found it quite curious to find this car parked in the handicap parking space. There are a couple reasons I why find irony in this... A. I had to ask myself, What on earth is ' E q u e s t r i a n  V a u l t i n g ' ? LUCKILY, the owners of the vehicle foresaw the confusion that would ensue the reading of said title/club and provided us with a decal to

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My family all got together for a family dinner the other night and my mom called me into the office. When I walked in I found her sitting at the computer with a frustrated look on her face... Now this might be a good time to explain how computer illiterate my parents are. Lets just say they are about as talented with the computer as Nicolas Cage and Brendan Fraser are as actors. All of the

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Well, I have a problem... I'll even admit it. I just tried leaving a message on someone's voicemail. Ten minutes later, I look down and see this on my phone. glaring back at me.  #2#3#2#3#2#3#2#3#3#3#2#3#2#3#2#2#3#2#3#2#3#2#3#2#3#2#2#3#2#3#2#3#2#3#3#3#2#3#2#3#2#2#1#3  Morals of the Post: Does my voice REALLY sound like that?! And yes, all my messages really ARE urgent and confidential...

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I think I just heard someone in Connecticut open a Sun Chips bag. Moral of Post: Not only great for composting; but I'm willing to bet a pretty penny or two that this is going to be the new hipster's rape whistle. Unfortunate Update: Hipsters you are out of luck (yet again); they are discontinuing the Sun Chips eco friendly bags, but lucky for you they'll be vintage in a month... so stock up.

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Do you ever drive past people that are running on the sidewalk and think, 'Wow. Do I look like that when I run?!' [self conscious panic] Moral of Post: I haven't seen a run/strut like that since Hocus Pocus. That being said; I'd take a runner over a cyclist any day.

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Some texts completely make your day. This was one of them. Morals of Post: The International Paruresis Association, estimates that 17 million Americans suffer from some form of Shy Bladder Syndrome. Like any best friend would do... I thought about putting together a "Shy Bladder Walk" or "Shy Bladder Marathon" for the cause; but then I thought, maybe I'll just 'Google' for a cure... results

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So I have a group of friends that I met at a concert a few years ago, and due to the fact that we stood in line together in below freezing cold weather for hours - and had to huddle for warmth to keep from freezing to the sidewalk we were standing on - we became really close and have been friends since. Each have gone on their own ways these days ... Texas, India, DC, etc... but when the stars

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I would rather live in a communist country and be forced to labor in the Carni industry operating a tilt-a-whirl for the rest of my life than ever become a Miley Cyrus fan.  That being said, sadly when her song is on the radio... I nod my head like yeah, and I shake my hips like yeah... Moral of Post: Sundays are obviously for deep thinking.

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I was in the grocery store when I came across this fun little scene. The first time I walked by this woman, bless her heart, I had one of those moments where your brain is trying to assess the situation and is desperately trying to circle the item that doesn't belong. It wasn't until after I had passed her that I realized; yes, yes that grandma is wearing a helmet and yes, we are inside of a

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Little boy passing me in the parking lot: "Hey dad... that guy has a purse." Moral of Post: Little boy: 1  Man bag: 0

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I may be a pretty chipper person but I have found that there is one thing that is guaranteed to bring out the Mr. Hyde in me faster than anything else... driving with other people on the road. No really... I could be having the best day of my life but the second that I get in the car and have to share the road with a bunch of people that maneuver their car like they learned to drive via Mario

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I went to dinner the other night at this great Italian place that I'd been to once before and had remembered these three things about it... 1. Best chicken pesto thin crust pizza you'll ever grace your taste buds with. 2. Incredible sea salted thin crust bread sticks with hummus. 3. Awesome modern bathrooms. Now, being a creature of habit, I ordered the two menu items listed above and once

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San Francisco Adventures Part II: After pitching a campaign at Haagen-Dazs' headquarters we had the rest of the time to play around and explore the city. Our friends ended up staying at a different place than us during the first part of the trip. I guess they had found a killer deal on a room at a hotel somewhere in Japan Town (red flag numero uno). What's the second red flag you ask? Hows

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So my friend got a gift from Target online. When you buy a gift from target online you can pay 6 extra bucks for them to wrap it. My friend had an internal debate whether or not to pay to have someone else wrap a gift for her but figured that they would have cool ribbon, etc... and it would end up looking better than what she could have done with the stuff she had at home. False. Meet the

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Thank the good heavens above that its finally Monday! Here is a little word scramble game with the theme of my weekend... LIAFRUE Hint: The beginning rhymes with pail and the word ends in -ure. failure. good job. Okay where do I even begin? How about the fact that I had to work Saturday and had two wedding receptions that night (which happened to be an hour apart from each other) and a

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Dear children that were on your little bikes distracting the cop hiding behind the sign waiting to speed trap me as I rocketed by while I was late to work this morning, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Love, Hawk Moral of Post: Universe: 154,306,527 Me: 1

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As I have mentioned before about my immune system... I apparently don't have one. That or it has, like Amanda Bynes, taken all that it can and retired. Monday: Severe allergies. I went through a roll and a half of toilet paper and finished up a box of Kleenex. By severe I mean perma nose faucet and continual sneezing from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. (which was about the time I ate dinner, took a healthy

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So when I got to my friend's place in San Francisco the other week, I barely had time to say hello when we went to her favorite store because she had just bought her husband a jacket there and thought I would want one just like it, and I didn't have time to blink before we were in her car driving over. We got there and walked through the door of the store only to be greeted by a girl in full

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Things That Scare/Creep Me Out Beyond Reason Part I: May I introduce you to the new Mazda 2010... aka Satan's Chariot. The first time that I saw one of these at work I thought to myself, "Wow, you kind of look familiar there little guy..." Then I realized... "Oh, because you are pretty much the identical twin of the Letters to Juliet girl... "   How is that possible? Could it be the

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We went to the movies last night, but our show was sold out. So we had to find out if the same show was sold out at the other theater in the next city over before we drove clear over there just to have it be sold out again. I was given the task to call them and find out. I am always itching for an excuse to use my Google voice search app so I gladly accepted the challenge. The only problem was

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So my tongue kills. It feels as if I just put an entire steaming cup of 7/11 hot chocolate into my mouth and gargled it... or lapped up the water used to make the the withered carrots in Cup'o'Noodles magically explode into vibrant (or really, just slightly less withered) carrot chunks. That is the pain I have dealing with the past few days. I have NO recollection of eating anything hot or

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I have been fighting getting sick for the past week now. By all means I really should be put in a plastic bubble with limited human contact because my immune system is pretty much non-existent. I'm 96% sure it is because I'm the runt of the family. Don't get me wrong, I don't have it as bad as some critters in the animal kingdom where the runt not only is the most likely to get sick and die (as

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The other night we went to Cirque du Soliel's Alegria show. I have two words: Incredible and Depressing. Don't get me wrong; that's not to be mistaken with 'incredibly depressing' May I expound... Incredible: This was my first ever Cirque du Soleil experience; and that's exactly what it was... a complete experience. My mind was blown. They were doing things up there that:       A. I

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Today Shannee covered herself in salsa while wearing a new white shirt. This is inevitable. She is the saddest/messiest eater I have ever known. This girl might as well put the food on her before she attempts to eat it, just to get that step out of the way. It truly is an incredible talent she possesses. After the salsa incident... Shannee: Dah, I'm going to invent one of those Tide Stain

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So I'm a little ashamed to admit that I watched Aladdin tonight... Don't get me wrong; I'm not ashamed that the movie was Aladdin - but more so ashamed of the fact that I watched it through the glass of an SUV on the freeway for about 30 minutes on my way home tonight. There was a ton of construction on the freeway and as I was passing this SUV I noticed there was a movie playing in the

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I saw this the other night; after searching high and low, I finally found it so I could share it with ya'll. (And yes, it paused at a really awkward frame... so just push play already.) Is it just me or is silver streamer somewhat anti-climatic after having an elf spring at you going top speeds?! I think they digressed a little on that one. I beleive there are a whole lot of other things that

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I went to a dinner party last night at Addison's where Amy, Addi's childhood friend from Minnesota, started telling us about her 16th birthday party. It was a Fear Factor themed party. She had invited her closest friends to her birthday party to compete in a series of challenges Fear Factor style. The winner would be awarded 50 bucks, "and when you are sixteen, 50 bucks is like a million dollars!

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At work I had a ton of letters to open and I couldn't find the letter opener that I always use (correction: the letter opener was just out of reach and I was too lazy to get up and walk clear over to the other side of the counter to get it...) So, I looked around and found a new letter opener and thought I would just use that instead - thank you universe. 3 minutes pass... If you put an

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I am NOT a morning person...In fact, that is an understatement - right when I wake up in the morning pretty much all I want to do is kill unicorns and suck the color out of rainbows until there is nothing left but cold gray arched carcasses...I wish I were being dramatic.I don't get it - every single morning it is the same routine; I wake up all sorts of confused and I have no idea where my

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Do you ever have one of those days when you are having a mild to moderately frustrating day and instead of getting a little sympathy from anyone, you just get slapped repeatedly in the face from the universe telling you to suck it up...Case in point: I was having such a day and thought I'd go emotionally eat lunch at my favorite pizza joint. I got a drink, grabbed a straw, and headed to work.

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So there I am, walking down the sidewalk minding my business when I look up and see a giant gorilla running towards me.Panic.Most people are familiar with the fight or flight adrenaline rush; where, when a gorilla is running at you - you either are all pumped up to run away from the gorilla at high speeds or your brain sends you a surge of power to beat the gorilla down in a sudden-death

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... I really don't appreciate this. Lets drop the whole December complex that you have going on right now while also being quite possibly the most emo month ever by selfishly making everyone super depressed and sad. If you want to snow, take it to Alaska or Canada... or somewhere where they have lighboxes and/or ample medication to get through dark, cold, and depressing months.To all those

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I find irony in the fact that although I do not drink nor do drugs I have been pulled over 3 times for suspicion of driving under the influence and once for - and I quote - 'dope' usage and driving (and no officer, kids aren't calling it that these days)I'm not really quite sure how that relates to the quality of my driving but none the less it makes for some pretty good stories. In light of my

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I got my first blog related ticket. So pretty much I think I have just jumped from novice blogger to hardcore blogger status.I was suppose to meet with Becca and Addi for lunch the other day at a Chinese joint. I sorta slept in. The worst part is that the night before I had haggled Becca into having lunch at 11:30 instead of 2:00 because I'm pretty much starving for lunch by 10:30. I thought it

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There seems to be a little bit of confusion out there as to who I am in the Space Mountain picture. I thought it was pretty easy to pick myself out in the picture; but when I was at work turns out that about half my coworkers picked the wrong person. Including Mel, who by the way has known me for 20+ years. Really? C'mon!Now don't get me wrong - Addi I am not saying its bad that everyone keeps

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So yesterday I took some blogging initiative and sent my blog address to some close friends to have them check it out - ya know, before I go global and all. (You hear that Coca-cola... before you see the number of Coke tabs and references go up in my blog you had better start showing the benjamins. Just sayin...)So if you got a text yesterday, consider it like your own personal limited edition

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I was filling my car with gas today and while I was waiting I looked up and had a stare-down with the Michelin Tire man above the pump. By all means I should be terrified of him - when I was a kid I had a REALLY hard time with the giant angry marshmallow thing that destroyed part of New York City in Ghost-busters. Between him, the clown from IT, and a giant blue yahtzee cup with

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I helped Niel Diamond today. Not the real one though... the one whose parents were hippies and thought it'd be cool to name their kid after the artist for some sentimental reason that I'm probably a lot better off/more innocent not knowing. I was tempted to say something - but tact got the best of me. Instead, I have had Sweet Caroline stuck in my head all day. Thanks Neil Diamond. The both of

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Okay, so I made reference in my last post to wheelchairs at Disneyland, and I couldn't help but post this - it was probably the greatest day of my life. Becca's family came to visit and had never been to Disneyland before so we were going to show them the ropes of the happiest place one earth.Now flashback - Addi, Becca and I were driving around and Becca showed us a wild picture of herself

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Sweet Mercy was today a Coke day...I have found an interesting correlation between days at work that drag on for ever and my coke intake... today was such a day.Luckily I work right next to a drug store - which is a blessing and a curse all in one. For example:PROS Coke for a buck! You heard me... while all you other suckas are out at the gas station shellin' out the big bucks for an 8 oz. sip of

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