A DAY IN THE LIFE...

Valentines Car Baby

2012-02-10T11:15:00.003-05:00

Everyone knows that when a Corolla mates with a Corolla, they have little baby Corollas. I mean how else would they reproduce and make more of the exact same cars? Duh! I mean come on people, common sense! I've always wondered what happens when there is inter-car-model-breeding?

Well, this morning I found out. It so happens that during this season of love, two of the cars owned by members of my household have fallen in love and procreated (don't worry, the owners aren't related so nothing weird going on here. Although both owners are male...whatever).

Sambojangles' car and Spencikenz' car made the most awkward looking creepy little car baby ever and I totally love it! I met him at the gym parking lot today. Here are the parents followed by their wicked special baby:

Sambojangles' G-Wagon + Spencikenz' Ride

A little G-Wagon colored almost Spencikenz' Ride

I shall call it the "Spenci-Bojangles-G-Ride"

Happy Valentines Car Baby Everyone! Its a Girl yay!

Random Things I Think: Trees

2012-02-09T16:02:00.001-05:00

Sometimes I wonder about trees. Random, I know. Hence the title of this blog post. I'm often guilty of this thing all the fancy people in the literary world call personification. Basically it means I give personalities and human characteristics to things that aren't human.I'm fairly certain most of us do this on a pretty regular basis without even realizing it. I sometimes do it with trees.

Not like that weirdos. I'm not some kind of tree lover who tries to get it on with trees or anything. Sometimes I just wonder about trees and what they would think about if they were capable of thinking. That's what I meant. Anyway, I digress.

So while I'm wondering about trees I often wonder that if they knew what their fate would be, would they have specific desires or aspirations as to what they be used for. For example, would a tree prefer to end up as someones fire wood or as someones toilet paper?

Both are, arguably, equally important. I mean what a mess this world would be with out toilet paper and how on earth would we make s'mores, cook meat or exist if it had not been for the first firewood on earth? How do they decide what they want to aspire to? Grandpa tree was turned into a giant pile of napkins so that's what I want to be! Or, they made these cute little coasters out of grandma and I hope they do that to me too!

Obviously they don't get a choice in location nor in what they become but that doesn't mean they can't dream right? How do mommy trees feel when their little baby trees aspire to be toilet paper or tooth picks? Are they proud? Do they call them slackers and tell them to dream bigger?

There really is no message or purpose to this post. Just getting my random thoughts on paper.

If there is anything to take from this it's that we do have control over what we can become and how good of whatever we want to become that we are and it is up to us to accomplish those things. So get out there and be the best paper towels you can be!?

I Love Jason Bell

2012-02-03T11:48:00.000-05:00

I don't know why any words are necessary for this post because if you know Mr. Bell then it's obvious why someone would love him. But, all you readers in other countries and states don't have the blessing of knowing him personally, so, let me give you a few reasons why you should love him too:

Call me superficial if you want but the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Mr. Bell is just how beautiful he is. The man is a specimen of gorgeous man meat! He just is. Fact.

Mr. Bell is also a genius, one of those smart people who knows everything about everything and amazing random things and facts.

My favorite thing about Mr. Bell is that he is absolutely hysterical! In fact, he is one of the funniest guys I have ever met! He does this thing when he meets people where he grabs the tip of a few of your fingers and shakes them when you offer him your hand or he grabs the extra skin on your elbow when you aren't paying attention. Peoples reactions are priceless! The dude just has that witty, smart guy, kinda dry sense of humor that kills everyone he meets.

Clearly I have a bit of a man crush. Totally legit.

On a fairly regular basis Mr. Bell brightens my day with a funny picture that he has altered with our faces in it and I can't help but laugh wicked hard and love him even more. Here are some of my favorites.

Aren't I so pretty? I love the way he is gazing my way!

He sent me this one with the caption "Who's your friend?" I almost died!

Look at how my head is tilted perfectly for this pic!

Between the stash and my bikini I'm not sure what I love more!

This one was a little disturbing but that made it that much better!

Why am i always the girl in the pics?

hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

The next two are probably my favorite pictures of all time!

Cute little fetus Nate

And devil fetus Nate

Now you can see why I love him so MUCHO! The kid is amazing! You should probably follow him on Twitter here @LeonBellsprout and brace yourself to be blown away with awesomeness.

Sorry ladies, he is engaged to one lucky woman.

Oh, and he HATES it when anyone says "LOL" so be sure to tweet it at him all the time

Clueless

2012-02-02T09:31:00.002-05:00

I recently posted about the Best and Worst Day Ever. The post ended saying that Saturday had ended on a bad note but only because I left out an important detail that swung my day from bad to awesome again. I left it out on purpose; because it deserved its own post. My day ended with Wild D and I ending the day with two of the very best people on this planet, Katie Younger and Hannah Redford.

You'll never guess what we did.

Well, after a crazy dance birthday party, where basically no one danced but us, and some chatting, we watched Clueless. Great, classic, movie. I was reminded of how my brother used to watch it all the time (Not Sambojangles). I'd take his man card retroactively if possible. Watching it with awesome, cute girls however is not man-card-loss worthy. Exhibit A, look at Alicia Silverstone.

Plus there are some pretty epic quotes. Go ahead, google them.

While we didn't finish the movie, we did have a wonderful evening. I mean, aside from bringing get well treats to a sick girl who wasn't even there (Batie Kell).

I love those girls! Thanks for the good times!

Lets repeat it soon! (maybe not the Clueless part,2 times within the same year just might be man-card-loss worthy.

Fat Joke

2012-02-01T14:06:00.000-05:00

If you know me at all you know that I pretend like everything everyone says or does is a fat joke. It's funny to see the way people react when they don't know I'm playing around and act all hurt by something they said that obviously wasn't a fat joke. I think I found what may be the best fat joke ever.

There is a whole book dedicated to how big I am. F that! Back to the caveman diet and gym again I guess.

Best and Worst Day Ever?

2012-01-31T12:54:00.000-05:00

You ever have a day that just seems to be like a roller coaster of emotions? Saturday was that day for me. I woke up to a sunny warm day and was excited to get stuff done that had been on hold during the week. I did. I even went for a walk with some friends.

Now, the company on the walk was fantastic so that made it a good day. The distance, 5 miles was torture. I'm a fat kid, we don't like to walk to long distances. So on the one hand, best day. On the other, worst day. We did reward ourselves with Chipotle afterwards so that made it the best day.

Upon arriving home from my epic marathon of a walk slash awesome Chipotle treat I had this baby waiting for me:

Yep, that's freaking PATRIOTS ROBE baby! BEST. DAY. EVER!! Sambojangles had ordered them a while ago and they finally arrived, just in time for this weeks Super Bowl, in the which my Patriots will STOMP the Giants! After seeing the robe and feeling completely elated, I was quickly brought back down to earth by what I next saw:

Sambojangles and Gangsta Gramps had finally done it. They drained the hot tub.It went right back to being the worst day ever! (First world problems I know, I have such an awful life! (that's sarcasm in case you couldn't tell or didn't know)).

Today is Tuesday, so far its average which for me means, "Everyday's a party and every meal's a feast!"

I love my life and I hope you love yours too!

Not Sure What This Is...

2012-01-27T09:09:00.000-05:00

The other day I was at the movies and as I generally do I went ahead and headed to the restroom so I wouldn't have to get up and leave during the movie. I found this little gem when I walked in the men's room.

What on earth are they trying to say here? Why did they use this goofy picture thingy instead of just writing an actual warning or using grown up words? Who knows. I came up with my own possible translations of what they are trying to convey here:

Warning: Bacon will make you jump?

Warning: The floor is made of bacon?

Bacon Jumping; It's better than a trampoline?

Attention: Slippery bacon?

Man stepping on bacon crushes bottom piece?

Sing for bacon?

Maybe I'm slow. Maybe I'm just really obsessed with bacon. Maybe both. Either way, that's a weird sign and I think any of my translations would be better than what they are actually trying to say!

What do you think? Am I close? Do you have something better?

Spencikenz

2012-01-26T11:00:00.000-05:00

This is my roommate Spencer. We call him Spencikez.

Isn't he beautiful!?

Well I think so anyway. Spencer has lived in the Mulliner Motel for a year now, we like him and we have lots of fun together. We give him a hard time but he's a pretty good dude. Legit mechanic, beautiful blue eyes and an awesome bowler. In fact, he is such a good bowler he got this in the mail the other day.

Yep, United States Bowling Congress. Who knew right? I mean why, but who knew and kinda cool. When I got the mail I laughed out loud and raced into the house, excited to give it to Spencikenz and to find out what the "benefits" are for being a member of the USBC. So far we still can't tell but he was excited too.

My new dream is to become Spencikenz's bowling groupie and will follow him around the professional bowling circuit. My goal is to one day either streak across the bowling alley in front of the ESPN cameras or slide down the lane he is bowling on and maybe combine the two. That would be a dream come true for me.

Oh yeah, Spencikenz also likes to wrestle.....Sometimes it can get awkward. Sorry Jules!

JRKSTOR

2012-01-20T10:07:00.000-05:00

I don't remember if I actually blogged about this before but I'm pretty sure that I have posted a picture of this guys car on Facebook. Anyway, I was driving to work this morning and found myself driving behind him again. What are the chances that I end up behind the same car for now the 3rd time on my commute to work?

I don't know who it is, where they live or where they work but I do know that they are my commute buddy and I love their license plate. Makes me laugh every time I see it and I almost feel like I know them. I feel like we would be friends. Seinfeld was one of my favorite shows ever and I'm sure we have other shows and humor in common.

It does make me wonder though, do people see and recognize my vehicle? Do they look at me or my car and think they could be my friend or do they want to rear-end me?

Someday I'll pull up next to this guy and say "Hi, I like your license plate, we would probably be good friends."

Maybe I'll even make things wicked awkward and ask for his number. Who knows?

All I know is that it's pretty cool to see the same car amongst so much traffic and to get a chuckle every time I do!

It's the little things I guess

Proof I'm an Old Man

2012-01-19T08:56:00.001-05:00

In case you missed it, my dear friend Megan Johnson, who is the freaking bomb dot com, helped throw me a wicked awesome birthday party! It was wicked awesome! She even put my goofy looking face on a cake!

Probably one of the most amazing/awkward things I have ever seen! (yes it says "Happy Birthday Princess Patent Pending.") Clearly, since I had a birthday party at the age of 27, the universe knew I didn't realize that I'm old. So the universe felt it prudent to remind me that I am now an old man, and she did it through the mail.

This showed up in my mailbox the other day:

Yeah, thats right, mail from Publishers Clearing House. A "check" from them saying that I was "eligible to win a million dollars EVERY YEAR." Yeah, ok! That trick only works on old people. I just got another one today. That makes it my 2nd such letter in as many weeks. Clearly the universe thinks I'm old enough to start getting this fool-old-people-junk.

You don't think it's for old people? Why have I never gotten them before? And why the F did it include this then too?

A Publishers Clearing House bingo thing! Old. People. Stuff! Need I say more?

My friend Brad also got me a Bingo game for my birthday.

I never thought 27 was old, clearly I was wrong!

Thank you universe

Love Affair: Hot Pockets

2012-01-16T14:43:00.003-05:00

By now, you probably know that I am an "Item Polygamist," and would definitely be married to multiple items as partners if it were possible (Read Here). And by now, you know that this list is quite extensive. That's fine with me, I have lots of love to give and a big fat heart with which to give it.

Most grown adults, and many children for that matter, aren't the biggest fans of Hot Pockets. I am! I freaking love them! I have loved them since I tried my very first pepperoni hot pocket on June 3rd, 1997 at 3:17 pm at 551 US ROUTE 1, Scarborough, ME 04074 (My former home, now a Buddhist Temple, I kid you not). Clearly the impact was great seeing as how I still remember the exact moment I took my first bite.

It was one of the greatest moments of my life. Since that marvelous day, I have eaten 1,095.33 Hot Pockets (my brother stole the other two thirds), which averages out to roughly, one hot pocket every 5 days. Man it feels good to be a gangsta.

There have been times in my life where I have dreamed about those yummy rectangles of heavenly bliss, times where I craved them so bad I would have done anything to bite into one. My senior project for ceramics class was to create a giant clay Hot Pocket that I so obsessed over that I was banned from uttering those 2 words in class until it's completion.

The second greatest moment of my life came when I combined 2 of my most favorite things on this earth. Hot Pockets and the George Foreman Grill. It was a beautiful sunny day in Compton, California, home of my baddest homies Dr. Dre. The sirens were blaring, helicopters circling and the gun shots ringing out but I didn't care!

It was May 16th, 2004 around noon and I had just combined my beloved hot pockets with my amazing George Foreman Grills and I was loving life. As far as I was concerned, life couldn't get any better than that! I was living like a boss and loving every second of it!

Not everyone appreciates the finer things in life like I do. You should hear what this guy has to say about Hot Pockets :

He is funny, but oh so wrong! Hot Pockets are a heavenly treat!

Looking back on life, one might point to my time in Compton where I mixed Hot Pockets and the George Foreman Grill as an all time low point in life, as a time when one realized they had a problem and needed some type of intervention.

Not me. Those are fond memories that I cherish and that I repeat as often as possible! If it were possible I would run away, marry me beautiful, tasty and amazing pepperoni Hot Pocket and live happily ever after with it and my many other item partners because I am a proud Item Polygamist!

Random Things I Think : Nose Rings

2012-01-13T11:42:00.002-05:00

For some reason I have always had a little crush on nose rings, on girls. I don't really know why I love them so much I just know that I do. I specifically love the cute little tear drop nose stud. Every now and then, depending on the girl, I really like a little hoop in one nostril too. Never do I like the bull looking nose ring!

So the other day I was talking with my co-worker who has one and a random question came to me so of course I blurted it out.

"How did you decide which nostril to get pierced? Do you pierce your so called 'good side' that I know girls think they have? Do you ever freak out that maybe you pierced the wrong one?"

She tilted her head and looked at me kind confused. She had never thought of it either and said that the person doing the piercing just picked one and pierced it. I've thought about it a lot since. (Yeah I know, 'get a job or something better to do if that's what you spend your time thinking about' blah blah blah. Sue me, I think about random things probably way more than I should. Whatevah)

Of course thinking has led me to Google image search as well as try and find out a reason, there isn't really one. With my new heightened awareness, I've been noticing it a lot more in my every day life as well and couldn't seem to find out any reason why one would choose one side over another.

So last night, while working as a cashier, I decided to ask one of the customers.

"Miss, can I ask you a really random and kind weird question?"

Hesitantly, "Ummm sure."

"How did you decide which nostril to pierce and have you ever wished you pierced the other instead?"

She actually laughed out loud. "That IS a really random and weird question."

"Yeah, I know. For some reason it recently occurred to me and I've asked a few people with no conclusive answer really. No one seems to know why they pierced a certain nostril over another."

She smiled again and said she had never really thought about it either. She told me that she was Indian and that it seemed to her like everyone she knew who was from India pierced their left nostril and so she did too. I smiled and thanked her and she walked away laughing and wondering.

I hope my asking doesn't lead to nose piercing insecurity or regret that you pierced the wrong one.

Whatevah.

For the record though, I don't think guys care which one is pierced, it's equally hot. I mean really, would you complain about either one of these, fellas?

Uncle Nut is Back!

2012-01-12T09:08:00.002-05:00

Quite some time ago I blogged about a time when my cute little niece Ray-gun confused me with her father and started calling me Uncle Donut in stead of Uncle Nut because I had gotten rather large and round. It was a turning point in my life! I updated everyone shortly there after with this post, and figured now was a good time to do so again.

Since then I have spent many hours in the gym lifting weights and spent my mealtimes eating like a crazy caveman! Lots and lots of meat, with regular sides of veggies, nuts and fruit. I've actually enjoyed immensely and seen pretty great results!

After having lost so much weight, I'm no longer Uncle Donut! My little niece sent me a birthday greeting for my b-day yesterday and she called me Uncle Nut then and the whole time they visited us during Christmas! She is so cute and out of the mouth of babes, I am no longer so fat as to be required to be called a Donut.

Check out how cute this video is and make sure you pay attention to the end because its pretty funny what happen after my sweet little niece Ray-Gun runs away:

Don't worry, I am not satisfied with just being Uncle nut! I have a dear friend who taught his kids to call my Uncle Skinny Nut after her heard about my niece calling me Donut. My goal is to make that true, soon I really will be Uncle Skinny Nut!

Caveman diet, I'm back with you and the gym full-time again!

I've missed you both this holiday season!

New Favorite Holiday?

2011-12-28T14:30:00.000-05:00

I've always said that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because of the 4 F's, family, football, food and fatness. I mean really though, an entire day set aside for spending time with your loved ones, remembering your many blessings, stuffing your faces with the best of foods and being fat and lazy and the watching of the worlds greatest sport; NFL football. Could it possibly get any better than that? No wonder it has always been my favorite day of the year.

After this year however, Christmas might be my new favorite holiday of the year. (I can hear your cheers from here Devon) Now this isn't because Thanksgiving this year sucked or anything. In fact, this years T-day was as good if not better than any I've ever had. So why the fall from grace you ask. Fantastic question!

Let me explain... This Christmas we started a new family tradition, we had steak for Christmas dinner...actually, I don't know that I really need to explain any further than that do I? That's ok, I will anyway.

You see, Christmas isn't just a day, it's a season...that starts the day after Thanksgiving, (Groaning this time from Devon) and it's quite nice. This year Christmas was even better than normal for a few reasons other than the obvious one mentioned about our new tradition of steak for dinner.

My grandparents were town as well as my older brother, his wife and two beautiful daughter who are wicked cute little kids! Family, check!

Christmas was on a Sunday. That meant that the NFL moved its games to Saturday, Christmas Eve, which for wanna be Hispanics like myself, is actually the major holiday instead of Christmas day itself. So I got the football aspect in there just like Thanksgiving day. As if football wasn't enough, Christmas day marked the opening of the NBA season this year as the lockout forced a later start but it made for some awesome basketball to watch, my two favorite sports in 2 days. Football and Basketball, double check!

And as for the fatness, laziness and food that is a resounding CHECK also seeing as how we ate some beautiful and delicious Filet Mignon that yours truly grilled outside in the cold. It was wicked awesome! So, Christmas wins this year and will probably continue to win as long as the steak continues to be a featured meal and tradition.

Am I Loosing My Hair?

2011-12-22T10:54:00.002-05:00

So I went to the barber the other day, the same one I always go to. It's a cute little joint close to my house that is owned and run by a cute little Asian lady, she's wicked sweet. I always get my hair cut by this nice Hispanic woman named Gloria and we have built somewhat of a friendship over these past 5 or so years.

She asks about my family and I about hers. She knows about my vacations and big events in my life and I helped her with a car accident case she had. We enjoy chatting and always talk in Spanish exclusively. Partly because I love the reaction everyone else in the place has when they realize I'm speaking another language and partly because I love to practice and keep my Spanish up.

So I walk in a few weeks ago to get the same hair cut I've been getting for who knows how long, 2 on the sides and a 7 or an 8 on top, faded, not a flat top. She knows the drill. Always asks just so she can laugh and crack some joke about giving me a flat top. We both smile.This day was a little different however. After making that joke she took hold of my hair and said, "You're going bald, you're loosing your hair."

Gotta love Hispanics and their bluntness right? I was like HUH!? It really surprised me because I had definitely not noticed at all and I constantly stare at myself in the mirror all the time! For a moment I figured she must be confusing me with the other practically albino ginger who speaks such sexy and fluent Spanish that those who hear it want to hit it and never quit it, when I realized, I'm pretty sure there isn't another person quit like me who she could possibly be confusing me with.

So I submit to you a few pictures, one of me about 4 years ago, and one taken a few weeks back. You tell me....

A few years ago

A few weeks ago

Aside from my whack looking, bulbous, alien-head, does it look like I'm loosing my hair?

It's funny because I'm really not worried about it, my dad's bald and I'm sure I will be some day too but I was just surprised that it could possibly be starting this soon.

Whatevah.

Love

2011-12-13T20:13:00.002-05:00

I just love my family so much! They are wicked awesome and mean the world to me! My best friends and greatest heroes! I also love my friends, I have a lot of wonderful ones. Maybe this should have been a Thanksgiving post, oh well. Christmas is all about the greatest love of all after all!

Wednesday's

2011-12-06T09:37:00.001-05:00

Yes I'm posting about Wednesday's on a Tuesday. What of it? No, sadly it isn't about something awkward although I really like my Awkward Wednesday blog.Normally people hate Wednesdays. I love them. Not only do I get to save the world from awkwardness by increasing the awareness of awkward situations, I also get to go on a brother sister date with my baby sister Buddha.

Buddha is a riot! Such a little cutie! Buddha and I are 16 years apart and our brother sister dates have a long and rich history. I high school I used to take her out on "dates" both by myself and with actual dates in an effort to either get chicks or to impress them. (Juvenile I know. But also pretty genius if I do say so myself).

It grew to be an event that we both really enjoyed and cherished and because of it we are pretty besties. It's a little harder now because at the age of 10 she is basically more mature than I am and doesn't find my childish antics quite an entertaining as I do or as she used to, but we still have fun.

For a long time now we have gone to the local pet store to look at fish and hold puppies. We both really love animals and I especially love fish so it works really well for us. She humors me while I wander around staring at the same fish time and time again and then we get down to the business of choosing the puppies we are going to hold and pretend to buy. (I think the pet store might be on to us). Then we usually get some sort of treat and go home for her bedtime.

Anyway. Last Wednesday I found out something sad on our date. Buddha has never been to Pot Belly's. I was astonished! She politely informed me that her mother would never take her to an establishment with such a silly boy name. I felt sad for her. I then emphatically informed her that aside from having an awesome name, it also had awesome food and guess what we are doing for our next date?

Pot Bellys baby!

Even though I went there two days last week. Too much of a good thing...nah!

5 More Sad Years

2011-11-30T08:58:00.001-05:00

I've always had this idea that one day I would write a book about the NBA. Maybe I still will. I'll have to look and see if it's been done already or not but if it hasn't, and I do end up writing it, it will probably have to wait another 5 years. 5 more sad years! Stupid end of the NBA lockout!

I'm a big NBA fan and was initially very sad about the lockout and not having a season this year, especially with my Celtics in the heart of one of their last championship runs possibly. But with the NBA lockout in full swing and looking like it would last for a while, I realized that it just might be the perfect time to contact some of its athletes for my book.

This wouldn't be a typical NBA book. i wouldn't write about my favorite team the Celtics, nor its awesome cheerleaders. It wouldn't be a feel good story about some athlete overcoming some desperate odds or crazy disease and becoming a star. It wouldn't be about the lock out, or MJ or how much I hate Lebron. This would be different.

This book would take a look at some of the most interesting tattoos around the league and would feature the story behind it. Maybe I would call it "The story behind the ink." You know some of the stories would be the knucklehead player got wasted and thought at the time that the tat would be "cool yo", but I'm sure there would also be some fascinating stories and reasons behind the crazy NBA ink that we see.

There were only 2 minor problems with my book idea. I don't know any NBA players and I suck at taking pictures. Eh, I figured I could overcome both issues. Then the lockout ended and now there is a whole new can of worms that that opens with players now getting paid, playing ball and traveling everywhere with no time for some stupid author.

Here's to either an awesome NBA season with a Boston Celtics championship or the continuation of the lockout and cancellation of the remainder of the season as it had once appeared a possibility.

And if neither happens, the labor deal is only 5 years, there will be another lockout then! That's 5 more sad years though....

The Heroine Princess

2011-11-15T16:04:00.001-05:00

This is my friend the little heroine princess, I call her Reesie

Isn't she cute?! She also tucks her pants into her socks.

Not to mention the fact that she wants a carnival wedding, complete with clown and all.

She. Is. Awesome!

*Reesie doesn't actually do heroine, just takes pictures like she does. She does however tuck her pants into her socks and definitely wants a full blown carnival wedding. In fact, I catch her looking at local carnivals and fairs on a daily basis. NBD

Reese's Peanutbutter Puffs

2011-11-14T10:43:00.001-05:00

I love these bad boys so much! In fact, I love them so much that I would like to fill a swimming pool full of Reeses Peanut Butter Puffs and swim around in it all day every day. I'd fill my pillow case full of them. Sleep under a giant blanket made of them. Heck, I'd even bathe in them. And yes, I would get down on one knee and ask them to marry me in front of the world. That's how much I love them!

They. Are. Wicked. Good!

One time I was at the store and they were having a sale on these bad boys. It was 2 boxes for $5. I love them so much and it was such a good deal that I bought 25, that's right, 25 boxes of them. I got to the counter and the cashier started to laugh and asked me if it was some kind of joke. When I told her I was serious and that I loved them that much, she asked me what was wrong with me.

This same time it also just happened to be when they were giving out Shrek highlighters in every box. There were 4 different highlighters, Shrek, Fiona, Puss and Donkey. Aside from the fact that I love Reeses Peanut Butter Puffs, I knew I needed to have every highlighter, so I bought 25 of them of course. Take a look and try and tell me you wouldn't buy 25 boxes to get this whole gem of a collection!

So maybe I'm a little weird, maybe even a little obsessed, I don't really care. I'd marry these puppies and I'd live happily ever after...eating them all the time and chilling with my Shrek homies while I did.

Let's Go Back!

2011-11-13T20:14:00.001-05:00

Just take a look a this...

Someone please tell me why for the past 2 years we can only get a group of 3 people to come to this beautiful paradise full of amazing food!? Its amazing, relaxing and super cheap!

$400 for a weeks stay at an awesome all-inclusive hotel, how can you say no to that amazing deal!?

Lets get a big group together next year and have a blast!

The Noble Mapache

2011-11-12T16:03:00.001-05:00

Mapache mean raccoon in Spanish. It's one of those words that's just funny when you say it and when it's heard in the Spanish language. Jason the Beautiful is known as "El Mapache" down in Cancun. He got that name because while visiting the first time he wore these big old sunglasses that made him look like a giant human raccoon when he got sun burnt. Look here

So we called him the raccoon the rest of the trip and everyone at the hotel remembered him this year and kept the name alive. This time, Perlita, one of the girls who works at the hotel, told me that The Mapache had a very noble face. I was like huh!?

I'm not entirely sure what that means so ladies if you could shed some light on that it would be great! I think it means he looks like he is a nice guy or good person or something. Dunno. Anyway, here is the Noble Raccoon looking all noble with Perlita.

Way to be Jason the Beautiful and Noble Raccoon! You are my hero!

Tacos Gomez

2011-11-10T09:34:00.000-05:00

When I used to live in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, this place was like my second home! I was literally here 5 nights a week getting my taco eating on. There are seriously the best tacos on this planet! I love them with all my heart. The owner was like my best friend, we were like family.

This little gem of a restaurant is located in the heart of Playa del Carmen, on 2nd Ave with 10th Ave right in front of the park. It's one of those hole-in-the-wall places that most would avoid unless they are brave or know the place. The original restaurant started about 3 hours south in a tiny town called Puerto Fellipe Carrillo, where the owner is from and is still there.

Every time I go to visit Mexico, I HAVE to go there and eat tacos. I bring all of my friends and the one's who are brave, always love it! I order them tacos de lengua, tongue tacos and tell them after they profess their deliciousness.

I'm having with-drawls already, I NEED Tacos Gomez soon!

Dancing With The Beautiful

2011-11-09T09:23:00.000-05:00

You've probably heard of Dancing with the Stars. This is Dancing with the Beautiful, Jason the Beautiful that is. There is nothing like dancing watching Jason the Beautiful dance on the side of a busy Mexican street with a random Uruguayan man from our hotel. I love this guy, he makes me laugh! Enjoy!

No Green Card = It Mancun 2

2011-11-08T11:21:00.000-05:00

I swear we didn't plan another man trip! We had a girl coming...but that didn't work out lol

Oh Flavaflav. My friend Flavia cracks me up! I love her to death! She is the sweetest girl, so friendly and nice and funny and cute! So obviously I was wicked excited when she decided a few months ago that she would bless us with her presence on our trip to Cancun. I couldn't wait to relax on the beach, hang out at the hotel and play at the clubs with her! Immigration had other ideas.

You see, my cute little friend Flavia is from Bolivia. She came to the states pretty young and has a green card or so she says ;) Just Kidding. As we were meeting at the airport at 4 am for our flight to Cancun, she shows up saying she lost her green card, or her dad took it with him on his travels or something. Whatever happened to it, she didn't have a physical copy on it on her and thus the airlines would not let her travel.

We begged and pleaded. No luck. We tried to have them look up her green card number. No dice. I was actually surprised that they didn't call the authorities and have her taken away with the fear that she was illegal or something. Normally they kick people out of this country, not her, we couldn't beg them to let her leave lol! She was stuck.

Super suck and wicked sad!

After trying everything we could to no avail, we said goodbye at the airport and proceeded to miss her for the trip she was supposed to join us on. This reminded me of a funny experience my family and I had smuggling my homeboy Sambojangles into Mexico. Talk about opposite!

This was back in the day when you only needed a birth certificate to go there. Sam didn't have his. Me, being the genius that I am, had my passport, license and birth certificate. So I gave Sam my passport and I traveled using my license and birth certificate.

We smuggled an American into Mexico lol. Shhh, don't tell anyone! Smuggling is bad and I do not condone it and would never do such a thing ever again.