Monday, September 30, 2013

Life Lately

 *Caught an iguana taking the stairs at Chichen Itza, Giants game, little Lauren - big fires, Mexican pole dancing in Playa del Carmen, sushi, handsome boyfriend with lots of twins, Meth & Red, and some yummy little game hens with beer in their bums.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Starting with what you do know (case of the Mondays)

I don't know about you, but sometimes I'm overwhelmed with life.
It doesn't help to live with the least lazy person in the world. Boyfriend just keeps going... Even when he's "relaxing", he's making sure whatever relaxing activity he chooses to partake in is something at least slightly productive (i.e. movie he hasn't seen, football game he's been waiting to pick apart). I like to watch the same old movies over and over. I read the same books every year. It's like I'm allergic to growth. Why is it some people automatically progress and others have to remember to? Is this natural selection? If so, I'm in big trouble.

I always think if I could just...
  • spend less time thinking about what other people may or may not be thinking.
  • stop worrying about things that aren't going to happen for several months in the future.
  • quit effin daydreaming. It's ridiculous how many random scenarios I think out on a daily basis.
  • just wake up. Stop being a sleepy head.
  • eat healthier this week.
  • figure out how to afford more work out classes.
  • stop buying stuff I don't need!
  • quit watching America's Next Top Model and paint a watercolor.
  • remember to wear my damn retainer.
It's such a lack of determination. Everyone wants to feel content in their life. Feel successful, comfortable, just happy. But, what happens after you have those things? You can't just be done. That's boring. There's always some way to be better.

So, how to change your habits and feel like you're making the most of everyday... (especially weekdays - I swear Monday through Thursday go by in mere seconds)
The only thing I can think is to start with what you know. I know that exercise motivates me. Finishing small projects gets me excited for the next one. Getting out of the house keeps me focused. Making my bed and having a picked up apartment makes me feel worthy. 8 hours of sleep, and 8 hours only, is perfect. And I know I need to chat with people...otherwise, my poor boyfriend (and roommate) have to listen to me ramble on about a bunch of silly shit. Making lists fixes all problems. And lastly, a mantra (for some reason having something to tell myself in moments of blur helps me immensely).

I think I'll roll out an old classic: feed the good wolf.
But, I'll modify it to: feed the growing wolf. It's not perfect, but I understand it perfectly.

Step one - wearing my retainer to bed right now. Hopefully by next Monday I'll feel accomplished for the week. I mean, its really all about how you feel, right?

Somebody's got a case of the Mondays...

I'll check in.
xo Ellie

Afterthought: I think I understand why all the best artists were sad.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Life Lately

*My niece Lauren turning 1 year old, cleaning fish, drink from Smuggler's Cove, friends, flowers from boyfriend, lovin' my handsome doggie, A's game, delicious dinner by boyfriend, and fun drawings made at Straw.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Work, work, and all the work. Being the office manager and executive assistant to the CEO and VP for a start-up is basically a 24/7 job -- or so I'm finding. But, I interviewed a great candidate today to replace my old position. Things should settle down. For now, just a few updates:

We've been having all kinds of sports fun. First, we went to an Oakland A's game
with our friend Lawrence when he visited for Labor Day weekend.

Then last weekend we went to a Giants game. That stadium is just awesome. SF is lucky to have tons of sports options.

 A few weeks ago boyfriend and I had a night just us so we decided to go check-out a little bar in the Mission. The Royal Cuckoo was neat. Live jazz music, cool atmosphere, and specialty drinks. Bring cash, but great place to start the night or just chill all romantic like. I feel so blessed to have him. No matter how much I work or how I'm feeling (currently a face full of snot and lots of sneezing), when I get home I just get happy. I don't know how to show him or the universe my gratitude. Sorry, end mushy. Moving on..

I joined a fantasy football team...and immediately started losing. Oh, well. I am learning in the process. Well, learning when I get over being frustrated. I'll never understand why I'm such a bad loser. I try and talk myself out of it, and occasionally rock a pretty convincing poker face. But, no lies -- bad loser. On the other hand, my team is called the Holyhead Harpies. Go gingers (almost in my case)! And, girls rule the world. Duh. If you don't know what I'm talking about: stop reading my blog. Just kidding, but seriously - you should google it.

I started taking an absolutely spectacular Pilates class (well, 5 of them until my Groupon wears out...I'll have to seriously consider joining this one). It's called The Pad. The instructors have really advanced knowledge, you can tell even in the regular class. I would love to go 2-3 times a week. Plus its in Cow Hollow which is just my favorite favorite neighborhood here in the city. The bike ride from our apartment is strenuous, but it makes for double the work-out and I love biking the city at dusk. San Francisco is the most beautiful early in the morning and right at dusk. I'm not talking weather either, just the feeling. It's Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady when she's walking the market after leaving the Higgins house....just quiet and calm and free. Like an environment with no limitations (if that makes sense). You can walk around and sing to yourself, not even the flower girls will notice.

I think that's it for now. I'll keep trying to stay in touch.

Oh! And just a few things I found on the net (always time for a quick surf)...

Want one of these so bad.
What a lovely idea.
For the wish list.
Giving advice with three perspectives.
Love these business fierce pants.
The cutest nursery I've ever seen.

xo Ellie