Month: December 2015

The Last Post!

This is the last post… Of 2015!!!! Ahhhhhh I can’t believe how fast this year went by. It’s crazy how when I was younger I felt like the year would just drag, and summer vacation would never come. Now it’s like you blink and boom your sitting in your room watching the Departed and wondering what the hell have you been doing with your life.

This year was the year where everyone I know was either having a kid, getting married, or on the verge of getting married. This weekend alone 3 people, one of them being my cousin, got engaged! The whole time while I’m looking at the pictures of the rings I’m thinking like are we really at that point in our lives where the people I went to high school with are getting engaged and married and having kids. Like people were still too young we have our whole lives ahead of us, and then I realize dude your like 25! Get your shit together!

Anyway on a different note, on Wednesday at work I was listening to Edith Piaf ( who is one of the best French Cabaret singers… One if her more popular songs is La Vie En Rose… Check it out. It’s beautiful) and while distracted by work related things I was like omg I understand French. I understood everything she was singing, and then I realized she was singing in English, and I silently judged myself. Well I’m off to finish watching the Departed! See ya.

Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily ( Merry Late Christmas!!)

Ps. I got the cutest Puppy… Slippers ever, some socks, and blanket for Christmas and it was all glorious!!!

Hello Sunday!!!

Hello and welcome to our new Blog night!!!! Yay Sunday!!!!

Well this week has been kinda crappy. I’ve been sickly all week, and I even had to go to the doctors and I hate going to the Doctors… Which is pretty funny because I work at a doctors office, but I get paid there so it doesn’t bother me as much. Today is actually the first day that I feel almost 100% better… I’m like at a solid 90% just a little flemy and throat scratchy and I guess I have the medicine the doctor prescribed to thank for that, but I still don’t like it!

The only real upside to this week was hanging out with my slutties and sluttos(male slutties) last night for our 3rd annual Christmas party. We started this get together obviously 3 years ago, and it was so much fun.

Our first year was hosted at my house and the theme was Christmas/New Years because a lot was going on in that year and we knew we weren’t going to be able to get all together again to celebrate both holidays, so I decided that we would celebrate both in one night. For the first half of our night we had Santa Hats and gave each other presents and watched the first half of the Sound of Music. Once the intermission happened in the Sound of Music we switched to our Happy New Year hats and toasted to a new year… Then we sat down and watched the rest of the Sound of Music. If you were wondering the boys weren’t invited that first year.

The next year our party was hosted by Sluttie McSlutterson and it was an Ugly Christmas Sweater theme… Of course I waited till the last minute to buy a sweater, but that’s my usual. Last year we decorated out own ginger bread cookies. Everyone’s cookies were cute, but all I’m saying is mine was the best…sorry I had a little Kanye West moment… Although I did do some Picasso like work on it… Si Magnifique (I know your jealous, I’m super trilingual… Okay not really I google translated).

This year our theme was Christmas themed Pajama party and was hosted by Boobielicious. Even though I couldn’t stay long because my medicine was making me sleepy, I still had a lot of fun with everybody. Last night was the first time all of us have hung out in a long time. Well that’s all I have for tonight till next Sunday!

Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily ( this freaking weather is bananas!!)

A Letter to My Titi (Aunt)

I’ve been going back and forth about posting this today, because I don’t really like talking about what’s going on with me personally. Yeah I write about what goes on during the week, but it’s mostly always in a funny way. When I originally decided to start this blog it was going to be about what’s going on with me in every aspect of my life, but it ultimately became what it is today with more funny stories, and not a lot of how I feel. What I’m going to write about today is something that changed me, and I felt this is the only way that I can finally let it out and not let it simmer anymore.

A year ago today one of the most important people in my life passed away. It’s hard to believe how fast time flies by. All day today I was having flash backs of last year, waking up in the middle of the night to my mom crying, then going to the hospital and seeing you. Then spending the rest of the day with my mom making funeral arrangements. Then the next day being at the funeral home and just feeling like I had to lock it down and be strong for everybody. I wouldn’t let myself fully be there. It was all so surreal; it’s still hard for me to believe that your not around anymore, that I can’t just call you to see what your up to. It didn’t really hit me until a couple of months after, because you were in the hospital for so long I didn’t see you as much so I guess in my mind I just thought you were still in the hospital. Until one day I was going to call you, and I realized your really not here anymore. I just can’t go over and pick you up and go on our little adventures; that I can’t call you anymore to ask you for advice, or vent about how my mom managed to piss me off.

Everyday I regret not being there for you more in that last year. I was so wrapped up in my stupid shit I didn’t try hard enough. I just figured that you would come back home, and things would go back to the way they were. I remember one of the times I went to visit you we were planning on going to a Yankee game when you got out of the hospital, so we could see Derek Jeter in his last year before he retired. We had planned on running on to the field and try to grab his ass. Well you were just going to grab his ass, I had other ideas and we laughed about how funny it was going to be to call my parents to bail us out of jail.

Not once in the months did I think you weren’t going to be fine. Never ever did I think the worst was going to happen, and fuck, it hurts so much not to have you around any more. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there like I should’ve been. I should’ve been there every fucking day. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t feel like I let you down, and I just can’t get over it. After everything you’ve done for me through out my life, I should’ve done more for you. I know that you can’t see this, but I hope you know that I will do everything I can possibly do to take care and watch out for J. I love you and miss you more than you’ll ever know. Rest In Peace Titi.

Love You from all the Moons in the Universe and Back,

Mimi (just so you know J is going to do amazing things and I know your proud of him, you’ve raised an amazing young man.)

“Love Yourself” My New Favorite Saying.

I know I’ve been MIA(no I don’t mean Miami, I mean Missing In Action) but December just isn’t a good month for me. Before I get started with today’s shenanigans I want to let you know that I’ve decided I will only be posting once a week and it will be going up on Sunday Funday. So after this Wednesdays post we will start again on Sunday. I know your super sad about Vino Viernes, but never fear I will still be drinking new wines and letting you know how I feel about them. I figured since Vino Viernes rarely has anything to do with wine, and I honestly don’t even tell you good things about them I might as well just add a snippet on Sundays about my feelings towards whatever wine I’m drinking.

You might or might not be wondering why I’ve decided to post only once, even if you don’t care I’m still gonna tell you. I think I under estimated this whole posting three times a week thing, I’m pulling at straws here thinking of what to write about, so before I completely burn myself out I’m cutting it down. That way I can tell you a weeks worth of shit in one day…FABULOUS!!

On to today’s one topic. If you’ve been living in the outside world you must’ve heard by now that Justin Bieber has come out with some bangers!!! Well if you’ve been living under a rock and this is the first thing you’ve seen in years since Justin Bieber first came on to the scene… I KNOW I wouldn’t believe it myself but home boy has some pretty amazeballz music out right now. Aaaaaaaand me thinks I found my new favorite JB song. It’s calls Love Yourself, and the reason I love this song so much is because Justin in the most beautiful, sweet way is basically telling this person he wrote this song about is to go Fuck Yourself. I know when I first saw the title I thought it was gonna be some go empower yourself song. BUT nope if you listen to the words you know exactly what he means when he says go and “Love” yourself. Here’s a verse so you understand what I mean:
“All the times that you rain on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart
Ohhh girl for goodness sake
You think I’m crying
Oh my ohhh, well I ain’t!… (<- the proper use of an ellipsis, because you know I never use that shit right… I just really like these dots) Cause if you like the way you look that much
Ohhhh baby you should go and love yourself
And if you think that I’m still holdin’ on to somethin’
You should go and love yourself
DAMN Biebs!!! Get it!! And I leave you to ponder that.

Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily ( last Monday post… Saddest)

Scandalous, this is some Rated R Stuff!

I had a moment on Friday where I was in the parking garage at my job sitting in my car contemplating whether I should call out and just drive home. It took a lot of will power to get out of my car. I think if I would’ve had more than 10 mins to decide before having to punch in (And if I had anymore sick days) I might have called out. But alas I went to work and did all those work related things.

At night I met up with a couple of friends, and did the usual shit talking. What you ask is the usual shit talking. Well let me just tell you how our night went. I was the first one to arrive at our destination… You might be wondering why I’m being so secretive; I’m actually not I’m just having trouble remembering where we went I’m sure by the end of this I’ll have remembered. As I was saying I was the first to get to oooo Buffalo Wild Wings and there was about a 15mins to an hour wait. Shit was crazy! Apparently there was sports happening that night and a lot of Zombie Loving people because there was this Zombie thing happening near by. So after about half an hour our little buzzing thing buzzed and we went to sit down, and commenced the ordering of drinks. I was being extra risky and went for a beer I’ve never had before, I don’t know why I was just feeling some type of way. I’ve learned that trying something new isn’t always bad, because that beer was really freaking good (it’s called the American Lager… Yum mm!).

After our last member showed up the shit talking began. It was a broad range of subjects. We talked about our lives and all the shit going on. We talked about the mutual dislike we have for people. We talked about HD T.Vs and the IPhone and all the cool shit smart Tvs can do. We talked about trips we went on, trips want to take and trips were going on.

Of course we talked about penises (but we were much more rated R… We called it the C word… scandalous) we talked about size and there might have been pictures involved. Lastly (mommy don’t read this… STOP RIGHT HERE DON’T GO ANY FURTHER) we talked about how if a woman doesn’t give head she ain’t shit, I know mind blow. Sometimes you just gotta suck some dick. Of course that went into much further detail, buuuuut I think this is where I should let you go.

Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily (of course I’m a good girl, I don’t do those things…I just drink!)

What Color of the Week is it?

So I’ve been on a mental health retreat. I didn’t go anywhere, just stayed home watched TV… Mostly hallmark, HGTV, Food network and Disney… Singing at the top of my lungs around the house and doing a 1000 piece puzzle. I completely gave up on the puzzle by the way.

On this mental health mini vacation I’ve realized that when I’m not working I lose track of what day it is. Usually at work Monday’s is Blue scrub Monday’s because obviously your feeling real sad and “blue” that your weekend is over and all that jazz.

Tuesday is just well the day in the middle of blue Monday and Pink Wednesday. Wednesday isn’t only pink because of Mean Girls, but I’ve noticed that I wear pink on Wednesdays a lot and I’m not consciously doing it. Wait maybe it is because of Mean Girls, it was just ingrained in my brain.

Thursday is the other day that starts with a T. Finally Friday is Jean day. That’s how I know what day of the week I’m in. Because I haven’t worked since last Wednesday I’ve been lost in life.

The only reason I know what day it is today is because I have to go back to work tomorrow and I can’t wear jeans because it not Friday and I’m currently wearing a somewhat pink shirt. It’s crazy how my brain coordinates what day is what by colors and apparently having a day start with the letter T.

Because I clearly did absolutely nothing for the past couple of days… This is the extent of my exciting life. Well it’s been super swell.

Love Ya from the Moon and Back,

Emily ( I really don’t wanna go back to work tomorrow. Saddest panda.)

Ps. I just got an email showing me apartments for rent in San Diego. I had no clue I was thinking of moving to San Diego. Weird.