cranky pants...the blog.

Cloudy mornings in southern California have always been my favourite. Anytime the morning is crisp I appreciate air more, like I feel every breath enter my lungs. Some people do not appreciate said mornings as much as me and my sentimental heart. I close my eyes and escape to a cabin with tall trees, I remember my cousin and I building ramps for our bikes, and the way the pine trees smelled when they had fresh morning dew on them. I remember sitting around a campfire when I was little, listening to the crackling fire while one of our family friends played "ten gallon hat" on the guitar. Those days were good. We had forts, we laughed hard, we entertained ourselves and didn't have a care in the world. I am knocked back into reality when some cranky man next to me in sbux started raising his voice at the barista. Then another woman chimed in. I thought the customers were going to take down the employees. I shook my head, and watched in dismay...was it really the end of the world if your toffee nut latte was made with the wrong percentage of milk? I swear, we focus on the wrong things, we waste our energy on pointless things....when really, it's just a cup of coffee. I quickly grabbed my black coffee and ran out the door...I needed to get back to my happy place, these coffee addicts are lunatics! ;)

things that get on my nerves (part 1 of 2)

1. When people don't shut up when you specifically say "listen to this song, the lyrics are amazing."

2. People who get tangled in their own sticky, disgusting web of lies.

3. When the matchbox runs out of the sandpaperish side and you still have matches left.

4. Drunk people. more specifically, drunk people who open their mouths.

5. When people turn on their windshield fluid in front of me and it sprays all over my freshly washed car.

earth shakes...

"weeeeee" is what i say when we are having a 5.8 earthquake about 30 minutes away. I just happened to be on a skateboard. 2 coworkers ran under the doorways, i held my monitor because it's mine and it was pricey. Another coworker was already researching it "5.8 chino hills" he's yelling out details about the quake during the quake.

my favourite is when everyone wants to tell the story of where they were when "the earthquake hit!"...i was in my kitchen cleaning a dish? I was in 3rd grade doing times tables. I was setting up a powerpoint in the conference room, and i thought i was just hungover from last night".

i am safe, in case anyone was wondering. But who knows if we'll survive the aftershocks...bring it on tectonic plates!

our phones are down for now.

walk it out. Walk it out.

Focusing on the little things:

1. Pinkberry with mango and strawberry after a long, hard workout is the best thing ever. Walking around the bella terra in really short green running shorts and a sports bra is even better.

2. Waking up to chewy's ear touching my cheek.

3. New music Sunday (and Monday).

4. Having a studio on both sides of the united states of America.

5. Skateboarding in marketing to fill up my coffee cup at work.

6. Short hair, it's a mess and I love it.

7. Reading books aloud at the pool and laughing.

8. A new journal for new experiences.

9. Getting back to being sentimental. I lost it for awhile when I was numb...but thank god it was just in hiding.

10. The possibility of winning employee of the year and getting $10,000! Um wow.

finer things.

i want to be back in new hampshire, when i snapped this photograph:



France with pants, breath, kabobs, miss Hawaiian tropic, heart strings, lampost, air guitar, cramp, fully exposed target butts, oh mandy, slip n slide with whip cream, anxiety, batteries, leather journal, maps, word ass, hard ass, samson, studio, gesso, the facts of life, burnt chest, dem birthday cakes, tiny boxes, burning rings of fire, camp, killer lawn rocks, pop rocks, vegas, ice cream, stupid, palpable, sentimental, numb, sweatsuits, boo! Epic, 10 dollar parking, roman centurians, stairmaster, long boobs, asiago, cab of truck, Oreos, drug paraphernalia, gymnasium, houndstooth and seersucker, pinky and the brain, out of this world, frosty, team Dana, six pack, lightning bolts, sleepytime, grandfather clock, panty hose, pill bug, Ginger snap, haggis, Brooklyn bridge, panties, goku, old spice, performance fleece. Overrrrrated. The number two. Hot pants. crimping iron, Go west young man. Flasks. Paramecium.

walking in the park....eating cake.

this is my sister, and i miss her.


Thursday's are national "i want to be..." days. 47% of Americans are not happy with their career...believe me, 47%...really. ohhh statistics. I got an A-. Anyway, specifically on Thursdays we all turn to our friends (or text them) and say "i want to be _______" then you fill in the blank. Por Ejemplo, "I want to be a cage fighter today, I mean it IS Thursday."...."I want to drive an ice cream truck and blare the beach boys." It's very exciting, and you will be surprised at what you come up with.

Also, when you are feeling low....or high, actually whenever you want...call up a friend and burst out into a song...see if they can finish it, if they can...you proceed to give them "props". I did this today, best songs we came up with:

"skyrockets in flight...afternoon delight"

"a friend's a friend forever..."

"And there were flashes of light. there were things I'd never do again...but then they'd always seemed right. There were nights of endless pleasure. BABY BABY BABY"

So lately, like the last couple of months i have been a workoutaholic....wow, it becomes addicting. I go almost everyday and it...takes my breath away (that was sung in falsetto). I feel the best I have in along time. Being physically fit is good...and well, it's hot.

Today i complimented my mom's shoes (they were Croc's with straps) i said, "nice shoes mom"....to which she replied, "i know you hate them." we both just laughed, then she said chewy thought I looked like an alien. it was a good mother-daughter conversation.

see you at the pool tomorrow for claudia time! :)
PS: if people reading this have not seen the comment left on the previous blog...it's pretty much thee best paragraph of words ever haha.

quotes of the day:

the interior of my jet.




"have you ever been so mad at someone that you just want to take a shit on the hood of their car?"

"speaking of imaging units, when are you going to image my unit?"

"steph, i kind of have a crush on you"....me: "it's because I'm black"

PS: i am addicted to working out.....it's delicious.

$155 million in it's first 3 days...

"the Batman" haha. Dark Knight: outstanding movie.

its all in the presentation....
I mean, $155 million in 3 days?! All movies contain several elements and they are always the same...there's a protagontist and an antagonist, there's a conflict of sorts that must be resolved, either by violence and death or perhaps communication and a happy ending. In the end the good guy wins right? Or someone wins...point is, people come to a movie wanting resolve at the end of the 2 hours, at least I do. if i don't get that resolve I leave the movie saying "what the heck, that's stupid...ugh I hate those endings." I love to be able to go back after the movie is over and piece things together, figure things out so that at the end I have that "a-ha" moment the one where things click and make sense. it's called, resolve. we pay money monthly, sometimes weekly, to see movies that all really have the same framework...it's all in the presentation, it's what makes the movie good...and it's what keeps us coming back. Sometimes we get through a movie that we think is amazing only to have the whole thing ruined for us at the end. It's easy to get so wrapped up in the presentaion of the movie that we forget the framework...sometimes people die, sometimes the good people turn bad, sometimes people have those happy endings, and sometimes... you just walk away completely disappointed shaking your head saying I can't believe i wasted my time, I shouldve walked out along time ago. But the worst is when you have a brain like mine. I try so hard, searching my brain to figure things out to make my own resolve...when suddenly I realize, it was all a show...back to life, back to reality. (and yes...you have to sing it and dance off into the night.)

a blog about "Holy" jeans...

me: "i like holey jeans"

a friend: "yeah, i like jeans too Steph."

me: "wow. that was intense. Such a deep conversation."

a friend: "so you like Holy jeans, like h-o-l-y?"

me: "yes, only the ones made by the Messiah himself. The ones that are sewn together by bits of Gabriel's wings"

a friend: "haha mine are white washed in manna"

me: "i just peed a little, that was brilliant. well done."

That is what came out of a quick lull in thought provoking (middle of the night) conversation. It felt nice to be so genuine and down to earth about somethng we really enjoyed...the jeans.

Bar Refaeli....

So we have an addition to Hurley....Bar Refaeli (Israeli model who has appeared in Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and Victoria Secret) is becoming the new face of Hurley. Check out www.Hurley.com soon to see her in our new swimsuit line. Have a good weekend!

the OC furrrr recap.

i got punched in the arm by my bosses flailing arms.



yesterday the entire IT dept and web team went to the fair. It was crazy to say the least. We took a "party bus" there...it included laser lights, plasmas tv's, ostrich seats, and huge speakers...and yes, a stripper poll. yes, the girls and i did gymnastics by the end of the night. Food that i ate...fried avacado, fried zucchini, dip n dots, corn, funnel cake, corn dog. Rides i went on after intake of said foods...Euroslide, GForce, Evolution...it was borderline disgusting. Most of events that took place last night cannot be documented on this blog. Contact me for details.

my ideas.

So I have this brilliant idea. Facebook and myspace need to merge...there are things I like about each of them. Facebook's iPhone app is way better looking, more fitting for the iPhone...but where the heck is my wall? It is MIA. I like that tom is still part of my daily life...I mean he's been there since day one with the same default picture, genius. I like that can use HTML to tweak my profile on the space but hate those stupid event invites, I've got too many to count...it says I have a new one but really it's the same one from 2 years ago. I think myspace Is jacking facebook's ideas by being able to see your friend's every move...what are we creeps?! Yes. I means...YES! Anyway...I hate having both of them so they should become one in holy union and be called myface.com. And kick all of the 12 year old porn stars off, like that twila tequila. She needs to go. So does that chick ImSteph.com, doesn't she know that no one gets places in life by promoting their own name!? Orrr...maybe they do?

Tuesday night.

random factoids and funny things:

just got back from a night run around the neighborhood. I was not mugged.

my new motto, "i drink coffee to stay awake and take pills to go to sleep"...that's not good. I think i need a new motto.

tomorrow for "work" we are all going to the OC fair.

my friend's advice when my eyes look tired today, "listen to some journey now and get black coffee to get you through the rest of your day"...she knows me so well. i did just that.

i will go to Laguna this weekend with maggie for adventure and delicious food.

funny convo about alcoholic beverages:

me: "i have a 2 drink minimum."

not me: "yeah everyone should have that. you mean maximum?"

me: "wow. haha yes, maximum. like I'm a comedy club or something?"

NYC, peach pie, Paramore, painting & nighttime runners...

all things i am a huge fan of at this present moment in time. at 10:51pm. It's hot in my room, or maybe it's just me?

1. NYC, i need to come back to you this fall.

2. Peach pie, i love this season...peaches, crust, and vanilla bean ice cream... mmm.

3. Paramore, i have been listening to them for the last month and a half. Great for work out.

4. Painting, my friend and I have been painting....ASW is our lover. :)

5. Nighttime runners, i like them. It's a good time to think...and to run FAST!

goodnight:) i feel good. real good.

sometimes i paint...

here's my unfinished painting of Leisha Hailey...i finally felt like painting again. Looks small in the pic but it's pretty big. Have a good day friends.

cccchanges...an updated list!

for all of you folk that actually read this blog, I thought I would update a bit on some changes (see 2 blogs ago.)

Exciting change or something fun and new that I decided to try:

Weekend 1: the piercing of the nose...not as painful as I thought. I was at gypsy den with friends and said "I want one", we went...I like it. Its like it was always there.

Weekend 2: the chopping of the hair...cute.edgy.short.layered.messy. Yes, some people have even proclaimed, "now there's the steph I know". It feels good to be back.

Weekend 3: starts tomorrow with a day off and a weekend in Santa Monica. Who knows what craziness can happen haha. But I do know that a dirtbike over the Santa Monica pier will be involved, some dancing,some krys, some jean, some red bulls and some maggie. I'll keep u posted, 2 more weeks to go!

"a night to remember"

the title of tonight's blog has very special meaning... Not only was it the title of a sketch, and also to the name of a song that was written tonight...but it really was just one of those nights you remember forever. So thank you Tony (I'll explain that later) and thank you Maggie.

Maggie got off work late, and coming from LA is not a quick drive...I put our name in a Le Creperie and watched people, caught up on phone calls with old friends in Colorado and Portland. After sitting down and enjoying the atmosphere, good conversation, soft piano playing in the background and a couple of decadent crepes we decided it was time to head out. We had been planning this all week. We wanted to set up on 2nd street and play music together, write songs and just see what happens. She tuned my guitar while i set up my cajon and then she started picking. this girl had talent. I played rhythm she played lead...and peple actually stopped to listen to us and talk to us. They asked how long we had been playing together...our answer, about 5 minutes. One man in particular made our evening...Tony (seen in pic above with M). He rode up on a brown, 1950s bicycle while carrying a frame and 3 paintbrushes. He said he loved our music and wanted to draw us and capture our atmosphere. We talked to him for awile then sang some missy higgins, then made up a song (which we must now name "a night to remember") while he sketched us from the curb. When we were done he said the sketch was named "a night to remember"...Tony was living on the streets right now, he is an artist and asked me to pray for him because he wants so bad to stay in CA where his heart is (his daughters). He said tonight was the best night he'd had while on the street. He gave us the sketch and the frame he was holding so we could frame it..and rode off into the night. After he left maggie and I talked about how much we love those kind of nights and people like Tony...it was a perfect night. Goodnight.

July 2008.

Greetings...
I have decided that the month of July will be an exciting one. Every other month is pretty exciting but this month in particular will be the month of new things. Every weekend in July I will do something new and exciting, something drastic, perhaps. Actually I started 2 weekends ago...2 down 3 to go mwhaha.

a bed blog.

hi. I'm really lagging on these blogs...that's unacceptable.

I'm in bed with my faithful companion chewy...we are listening to the sound of a ceiling fan, a low hum from the television downstairs, the electrical buzzing from the telephone wires and the soft freeway sounds in the distance from the 405. I drift off into a zone. I stare past the brightness of my iPhone screen to pitch black, nothingness. I try to imagine what my room would be like if tiny fireflies were glowing in my room... How pretty it would be until I realize that there are buzzing insects in my room and I have a mild heart attack. Now before I sleep I have to replay things from today and analyze them. Tonight after the bonfire Tass said..."meeting people is an interesting thing"we paused while listening to "Define Me" by brett young. She said "steph, if lauren didn't get rushed to the hospital I wouldve never gotten my job at the hospital. If I didn't work at the hospital I wouldve never met you in HR. If I wouldn't have met you I wouldve have met KJ then wouldn't have met a angie and justine. And we wouldn't have all been at that bonfire tonight." we had a moment. It was nice.

A list of random things things:

1. I discussed Binomial Nomenclature with my friend EVA before she left for Europe.
2. Met a crazy man who was a photographer AND math tutor according to his business card. Of course I have a pic with him.
3. I do many things spontaneously and I like it.
4. Jean and I had Indian food while discussing last minute roadtrip to San fran and sagg paneer is my favourite thing. Oh and pannnnties!
5. Ps: I love you.

Just two pics for 07.05.08

my. heart. is. jumpy.

a list of things that entertain me...

1. animated friends who move their bodies to describe an "action"

2. when a waitress asks my grandma if she wants it to go and she replies "vanilla"

3. i ate a tiny peanut M & M today and it tasted like pot smells.

4. when friends sew me a tiny purse that says the word "YO" on it with a note in it that says the European travel blog site i built for her is "dope ass".

5. when chewy bites women's eyelashes from work thinking it's a toy.

One thing after another...

kinda day. Today I was at lunch at Chipotle with my good friend...sitting outside, enjoying a delicious burrito in the sun. All of the sudden an elderly man on a bicycle is headed straight for us...almost like he sought us out. He approached us squeaking his parrot horn. I was so shocked I immediately starting crying from laughter, I was speechless. First words of his mouth...in a low crackly old man voice, "Why did the turtle cross the road?" at this point, I am trying to speak but tears are flowing...my friend is still in shock but she manages to get out the word, "AHHH WHAT"..."to get to the shell station". I still haven't said a word. Then he screams out "what the HELL is this?!" pointing to a keychain on his handlebars. Then he scared me with it, I thought I was going to die. Then he rode away saying that the cops were after him because he just stole money from 5 banks. what a lunch!

It's time for a change...

It's the first of the month...time for a change. Time to start shooting again. Going to artshows. Listening to new musicians. Trying new things that I swore I'd never do. The time is now:) Stay tuned...