Friday, December 27, 2013

Today is a venting kind of day

So... here's the thing:

We live in a society that is all about constant one way communication. With all the social media out there we can put our lives on blast by sharing the most ridiculous things about our day. And we do...

But when it comes down to actual communication, like one on one, face to face- this generation sucks major balls at it.

What is so hard about looking at a person and speaking your mind? Why do some people insist on making the simplest things so difficult once you remove a damn keyboard? I briefly touched on this in a previous post but today I want to further discuss it. Or, more accurately, bitch about how some people just do it all damn wrong and my solution to no longer letting it bother me.

I understand that there are things that make people uncomfortable and that is probably why they shy away from having real life conversations. It's easy to just respond to a post or a text when it's convenient and after having time to think up a good excuse. But, in my opinion, it is fifty fucken million times easier to just speak your mind. You don't have to explain yourself, you just have to communicate your distaste or lack of interest on the subject matter.

"Hey Cris! Let's totally workout together tomorrow! What do you say?"

     I am one of the 6 million people who always, under all circumstances, has their phone on and no further than 3 feet away from their person at all times. When this message pops up on my phone, my first instinct is to respond immediately. I don't care who you are, what our relationship is like, and whether your invite was lame or not. The fact that you thought of me in the first place and made the effort to reach out to me warrants a response. And luckily for you, I always have my phone and you can expect a response from me the minute I get your text.

Now my response can go one of two ways. And here is my suggestion to those of you who lack the ability to communicate openly because you suck at life, BE HONEST.

I don't mind working out with other people, however, I choose to workout alone. I find it less distracting and I always seem to get a better, harder, workout when I'm alone.

Response 1: "Sounds good. I'll be there at 8am."
     *This response answers the initial question, and it clarifies any follow up questions. The where is a given (the same damn gym you see me at everyday) and I've stated the time that I will be available. If the invitee is unable to join me at that time- that's his problem.

Response 2: "Nope. I appreciate the invite, but I'm all about getting my sweat on solo."
     *This was my actual response. I answered the question and offered an explanation for declining.


Now, when I invite someone to do something. I am like a rocket scientist. It's precise, detailed, and so simple that half the time you can literally respond with either a thumbs up or a thumbs down to indicate your level of involvement.

"Yo. The movie starts at 7pm then I'm grabbing dinner afterwards. You in?"

Seriously... Thumbs up= Yes. Thumbs down= No. I don't need you to explain yourself if you don't want in. All you have to do is communicate a simple yes or no. But when you just flat out do not respond in general and then call me at 11am the next fucken day... you can go ahead and sit on a stick. Preferably one that has been broken in half, splintered, and dipped in acid.

And also, I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea. To be totally honest, I'm surprised that I have as many friends as I do to begin with. I'm not an easy person to like that's for sure. But, the thing with me is that it does not hurt my feelings if you're just not that into me. I am not a mind reader and I cannot stress this enough, but you don't have to EXPLAIN yourself. 9 times out of 10, I don't even care enough to hear an explanation. But a definitive statement is all that it takes to get your point across.

In conclusion,

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Caduceus Tasting Room

So, we went to Jerome. To get wine. We've been many times before while we lived in Phoenix and after living in Italy for so long, we are kind of winos. Well, Husband is. I just dabble in the verbiage and whatnot. I don't necessarily enjoy drinking wine. Mostly, because my body cannot metabolize the sulfates in it so I just plump up like an oompa loompa and it's uncomfortable to say the least.

But, while the boys were enjoying their nine hundred flights of wine, I chugged about 30 cappuccinos and it was grand!

Here are pictures!
I tried for days to get a decent cup of coffee...
I failed,  7 times. 

Finally! A true, Italian style cappuccino!
The antipasti, however, needed some work.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

A very EOMFD Thanksgiving

My intention for this post was to highlight all the ridiculous behavior of my darling friends during our amazing thanksgiving week in Phoenix. But, as much shenanigans that happened and the undeniable fact that there was so much laughter that filled that sweet party pad- the only thing I can seem to think about is how much love I was filled with.

From the moment Husband and I landed at Skyharbor, I was immediately surrounded by love. Our dear friend Joe greeted us at the gate with big smiles. He knew this was going to be an epic week. We walked outside, and it was raining. In Phoenix. It was cold, and dark and if you know anything about me- you know that cold, dark, rainy days make me happy.
So, there I was on the way to Joe's house super excited to see Kelli and the kids; sitting in traffic but without a care in the world because I was taking in all the laughs from Husband and Joe in the front seat. I adore how we can always seem to fall right back into rhythm with each other no matter how long it has been.
Friday nights for us are synonymous with Tomo. It's been that way for 6 years prior to us moving to Italy. So, not one to break tradition we piled into the cars and headed to see Bryan. Even though Husband and I were pretty exhausted from our trip back, we made it through yet another night at Tomo. Sake, beers, sake, beers, sushi, sake, and beers. That's how it goes and boy did it go!

Saturday and half of Sunday were mild. Looking back at it now, I'm grateful for those almost 36 hours of calmness. I had anticipated crazy, wild antics as the week went on but in true fashion of those boys I call my closest friends, they had surprised me with their stamina once again.

I guess you can say that Ohge kicked off the crazy party time. He got in on Tuesday night after a few of us went up to Jerome for a relaxing wine tasting event. It's been almost 3 years since I've seen him and the minute he stepped into the party pad- life got instantaneously better!

He has that aura about him and it's one of the things I love most about Ohge. No matter when, where, or who is around he can make you laugh until your sides split. Never a dull moment and always a great time. I did make the mistake of leaving the boys unattended for a good 20 minutes that night. When I walked into the kitchen, there was broken glass being shoved down the garbage disposal and some gelatinous matter spattered all over the refrigerator. That, and Husband was dripping in fancy liquid hand soap? Nobody could explain what happened... so that's that.

Wednesday morning was tough. It looked like a zombie apocalypse in the living room. There were so many bodies strewn across the furniture, painful grunts and moans breaking through the Archer that was on TV. I knew that as much as they would gag at the thought of putting food in their bellies, these boys needed sustenance and needed it pronto. Ben's Bagels is the one place that can make Husband's gnarly hangover less torturous... that and copious amounts of Pedialyte.

Wednesday night, Thursday, and Friday all seemed to run together in my mind. I think it's safe to say that we partied for the next three days like motherfucken rock stars.

Our Thanksgiving: The Highlights

Seeing as how this post has taken me weeks to compose and the fact that it is already bordering on novel status, I'm going to cut to the highlights and then throw in mad amounts of pictures.

-Dinosaur Dick is our Thanksgiving mascot now. We found him in a toy bucket that was hidden in the party pad. He does not eat guacamole so do not give him any no matter how much he begs. He is such an attention whore but I must admit, he has wicked style when it comes to party hats. Do not confuse him for Dragon Dick or Banana Dick.



-We are a typical family. We fight, we make up, we feed each other, we drink, we sing, we scream, and holy hell do we dance!







And so yea, that's basically what happened this Thanksgiving. 
Sorry it took me so long to get this post up. 
More to follow from the rest of the trip, as it slowly makes its way from my short term memory loss.

Oh, and what I'm most thankful for this year:
The truly amazing people I have in my life. 
They support and encourage me no matter what and I'm so grateful to be a part of their lives.
I love you guys.