gray skies aren't gonna clear up

It currently looks like this outside:



I think this will be our 472nd day of rain in a row, not that I mind. It makes the fact that I'll be in sunny, 80 degree Florida in 2 short days even sweeter. And until then, I've got my headphones on and iTunes rocking the Jack Johnson because he is the musical equivalent of sitting on a sunny beach with a mai tai in my hand.

Suck it rain! You can't depress me!

we can work it out

Hi.

I suck don't I? It's okay, you can say it, I'm fully aware of my own suckiness. It's just that lately I've been totally absorbed in my own little world. I've been obsessing about my life in a completely narcissistic way that if I even began to describe, you would run to the nearest window and fling yourself through it. I'm annoying my own self, and have found that I'll be eyeing the window trying to figure out just the right way to hit it for maximum shatter.

And in my attempt to just put something on my blog so people don't think I've died I've ended up posting about going to the dentist. Folks, I don't know how you can stand that much excitement. I should really try to tone it down a notch, you know, for your safety.

So, this is my apology. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. It'll get better soon. I swear. I'll change. We can work this out. Come on baby, it only happened once and I didn't mean it. That post meant nothing to me.

Am I forgiven now? Can I stop sleeping on the couch?

saying ahhhhh

This afternoon I have my favorite kind of medical appointment: a dentist's visit. Does looking forward to a dentist visit make me weird? Am I the only person that would take a dentist appointment over a regular doctor's visit?

For me the dentist's office is so much more relaxing than my internal medicine doctor. I feel more confident going into the visit because I know exactly what kind of care I give me teeth. I know if I've been flossing or skipping brushing at night because I totally forgot and then was all perfectly tucked in when I realized I had forgotten. I know what quality of tooth brush I use. I feel like I have better control over my teeth and gums that I do over the rest of my body.

Plus the dentist doesn't weigh you. And in my book, any doctor that doesn't care about your weight is awesome.

our father, who art in chipotle

It's been a long day today. Earlier, I was in the middle of writing a blog post when I hit save and firefox crashed. Of course, when I got firefox back up the post was gone. I was almost in tears because it was a serious post as opposed to a not serious post like this one.

Add in that I'm extremely tired today because someone was at work until 1:30 last night and repeatedly woke me up when he got home and you get one cranky girl who is thisclose to tears for no reason.

So yeah, it's been a long day which is why when jparks came home with a burrito from Chipotle for me I told him "I'm going to eat the hell out of this burrito!" And boy, oh boy, did I ever eat the hell out of it. And it was good. Amen.

so this is what its come to

Today California forced me to do something I didn't want to do. Something I didn't think I would ever do. Something that makes me hang my head in shame. Today, I bought a pair of Uggs because it is ungodly cold here. And rainy! And running around in peep toes heels in the cold rain sucks. S-U-C-K-S!

I know, I know, they are ugly. [insert Uggly joke here] But I'm cold and they're WARM. And being warm makes my toes happy. And having happy toes makes me a tiny bit less cranky and me being less cranky is always good for jparks.

In my defense I didn't buy the traditional Ugg boots, I bought what I like to call Ass Kickin' Ugg Boots. I also got them on sale because I couldn't stand to spend that much money on Uggs, even the Ass Kickin' kind.

And now that I own Uggs, I want to make a few promises to you, just so you can rest assured that I haven't lost my freaking mind.

Promise 1: I will not tuck my jeans or pants into them

Promise 2: I will not buy another pair no matter how comfortable these end up being

Promise 3: I will not wear them when it's 80 degrees out

GRUMBLE

You know, I had this nice blog post typed up and almost done when BAM! I clicked the wrong tab, closing the tab with the blog post in it. It's gone, gone forever. Stupid fingers that click on tabs without giving my brain enough time to process what they are clicking.

So, since I'm now tired and crabby and don't feel like rewriting my blog post, let me ask you, how are you doing?

happy birthday to me!

Thank you to the folks that wished me happy birthday on my last post! Now if only Amanda Peet's people would call to set up that lunch. Or at least send a nice signed picture.

Today is my actual birthday and boy, oh boy am I excited. No really, I am. My big birthday plans span most of the weekend and start tonight with dinner at Teatro Zinnzanni. I'm so excited about dinner there and it has been suggested I get jparks on stage during the show. And seeing as I love having him make an ass of himself in front of large groups, I'm going to try my hardest to make that happen.

On Sunday I'm hosting my own birthday party, which is a Teen Angst party. A what? A teen angst party, where we will be watching My So-Called Life and talking about our inner pain that NO ONE UNDERSTANDS. Black eyeliner is optional, but encouraged. Also, if I didn't invite you and you live near me, I'm so sorry! It was a mistake on my part and you are more than welcome to come. Shoot an email my way and I'll send you the evite.

Besides all of the teen angst, my party will also involve lots of food. Mainly cake and bacon wrapped items, because indulging on your birthday is allowed and encouraged. I called to order my cake yesterday and, let's not tell jparks, but I couldn't make up my mind about the flavor, so I ordered 3. Hells yeah. Chocolate on chocolate, orange almond, and kahlua mocha cream.

And as for bacon wrapped foods, I'm going to make some bacon wrapped cheese crackers, which sound very lowbrow and delicious. I'm also planning on making bacon wrapped figs, assuming I can find figs. If I can't, it'll probably be bacon wrapped dates.

And for those of you that aren't bacon fans (do those people even exist?), I'm going to hit Trader Joe's for various appetizers. And assorted fruit flavored spritzers. And any other snacky bits that grab my attention. mmm, Trader Joe's snacky bits.

All in all, I think this is going to be a great birthday.

a letter to my friend, Ms. Amanda Peet

Dear Amanda Peet,

I bet you didn't know that we share birthdays. Yup, you, me, and Mary J. Blige were all brought into this world on the same day. I'm assuming only awesome people are born on January 11th, because the three of us are just that. But, Amanda, we have way more than just our birthdays in common. In fact, we are so similar I think we could be best friends.

According to imdb.com the following are bits of trivia about you. These bits of trivia also relate to me in many ways:

You were voted one of the 50 most beautiful people in the World 2000 by People Magazine. I'm pretty sure I read that issue of People magazine.

You attended Friends Seminary high school with actor Liev Schreiber when he was a senior and you were a freshman. I also attended high school.

You became engaged to David Benioff in July of 2005. I became engaged in 2005, although not to David Benioff.

You named your daughter Frances Pen. I love pens and use them to write things all the time.

You showed your boobs in the Whole Nine Yards. I saw your boobs. Nice boobs!

You turned down an audition for Ally McBeal. Now I know this is going to be hard to believe, but I turned down an audition for that show too!

You were in Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. I watched Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.

We were both born in even years.

See Amanda, you and I, basically the same person. Have your people call my people and set up a lunch.

Sincerely,
Regan Parks

HOME!

Holy crap, I've never been so excited to be home. Of course, my luggage wasn't ready to come home just yet, and has decided to take a vacation in Chicago. Dear luggage, I hope you are enjoying your stay! Please come home soon! Maybe bring some deep dish pizza with you!

And while I am so excited to be home, where all my lovely shoes are, I'm definitely going to miss being around family. Especially the goofy 5 year old family member in the video below teaching me and my sister in law how to crack up like a pig (please turn your head to the side as I am dumb and forgot that the digital camera doesn't auto rotate video):



Also, if anyone wants to buy or give me a real video camera, I would totally be cool with that.

fun with photo booth

When you marry a first cousin your kids come out looking kinda strange:

We've asked doctors to separate the twins, but they all agree the operation would not be successful:

Her growth spurt seems to only have affected her eye. Maybe the rest of her face will catch up soon:

it just goes on and on

oh my god, this vacation WILL NOT END. I can has flight home, plz?

mythbusting

Is there anyone out there that thought I was still young, cool, and hip? Yeah? Heh, let me provide just how silly of a thought that is.

Last night, on New Year's Eve, the biggest party night of the year, jparks and I hung out with some good friends and welcomed the new year by watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and playing Guitar Hero. And I totally enjoyed every minute of it. Sometimes staying in and doing dorky things while consuming champagne is more fun that being out at a crowded bar. Plus, bars don't like it if you light RoboDog at midnight. And it's not a party without RoboDog.

Happy 2008 ya'll. May you stick to your resolutions for longer than I stick to mine.