tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80112782847521520842011-11-27T15:28:47.481-08:00single WORKING mama, still trying to figure IT out...baby, a teen and a wee bit of my sanity..leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-30256895843218822842010-03-21T18:45:00.000-07:002010-03-21T19:22:01.093-07:00

days fly by at warp speed and Caden is the size of some toddlers. At 29 inches and almost 21 pounds at his six month check up, his height has him in the 99th percentile. His personality is forming, he is exceedingly happy, bursting into smiles and giggles at the slightest provocation. The sight of his bottle brings grunts and squirming; and he remains obsessed with leaves and trees. He stares

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-1673191421219445762009-12-06T14:10:00.001-08:002009-12-06T14:19:56.672-08:00

his giggles when i dance, his grunts while sleeping, his humming while eating....the big eyes watching my every move, conveying so much more than he has words to say..nuzzlng my face in his neck crevices...that gaze that says...I love you like no other mama.now im blessed that i have a great job to return to, a supportive boss who's first question on my first day back was..." how are you doing?

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-3514435333617207612009-11-14T07:38:00.000-08:002009-11-14T08:12:59.961-08:00

my cat is out of food...I've gone to the store three times in the last fifteen hours and all three times the cat food, ( the starred item on my list) is the ONE thing that I come home without..so the cat is sniffing our bar stools, eating the gladiolas and giving me the mean cat stare. But the baby is sleeping, the teen is sleeping, my boyfriend is sleeping...which means...i have silence..Cat

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-74436705833229808902009-11-03T07:56:00.000-08:002009-11-03T15:48:24.128-08:00

not Kate Gosselin multiple, one plus one type multiple. I am finding there is a big difference between one kid and two kids......HUGE difference between one 13 year old and a newborn AND a 13 year old. My last month of maternity leave I am determined to get this mother thing down.. I WILL not show up to doctor's appointments three days late, I will not forget the items for my daughter's science

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-44688259336867480292009-09-28T20:48:00.001-07:002009-09-28T21:29:58.117-07:00

having babies is not for the faint of heart, or the sane. On September 1st at 5:06 am my son entered this world fourteen days early and I joined the ranks of the walking comatose. Thankfully the mind allows you to forget exactly how the combination of childbirth, lack of sleep, breastfeeding, and the eupohoria of it all is enough at any given moment to make you collaspe where you stand. Sleep

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-24355655473458978242009-08-25T07:01:00.000-07:002009-08-25T07:25:25.848-07:00

where he is. In the last two weeks, I have called the doctor three times after hours and visited the hospital once in the middle of the night. Yesterday I came close to taking on my OB doctor's office lead appointment maker, or whatever the hell her title is, who was too curious and not enough helpful.It was hot, I wanted to see the doc and she seemed oblivious to the fact that 37 weeks pregnant

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-66510859429837466482009-07-28T07:14:00.000-07:002009-07-28T07:33:30.340-07:00

It was a wonderful day yesterday, all the way until, the switch turned and out went happy and in began waterfall number one of the week..reason not important or sensical. That lasted for about two hours until my explanation of why I was crying caused even me to laugh..welcome to the home stretch. where logic has left the building.I think back to every woman I know mother to more than one child

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-42945725467795181712009-07-26T09:19:00.000-07:002009-07-26T09:55:21.716-07:00

with my daughter, breastfeeding was anything but effortless. Frantic calls to my mom, the La Leche league and tearful pleas to my daughter ..made birth seem like cake in comparison. Now with less than eight weeks to go, I wake up on Sundays, with a fresh list of items to fret over., not made easier or shorter by tips, ideas and must haves from anyone and everyone that has ever birthed a child.I

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-38829162660679051952009-07-25T08:24:00.001-07:002009-07-25T08:38:28.363-07:00

three pimples, wider feet and inablity to sleep longer than five hour stretches....groovy. I remain a wee wee bit on the grumpy/weepy/estatically happy side. Less than eight weeks to go, and each day hammers in the facts..there is a baby in my belly and I am the mama.Wowsers.I read all the pregnancy books, listen with great sarcastic interest the " advice" from celebrity moms....I plan detailed

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-51140775944686986772009-07-14T10:47:00.000-07:002009-07-14T11:57:44.937-07:00

of lovely things that good ol pregnancy brings.....now sweat takes cover under my mountains..ala my boobs, my belly, my forehead,.. and all this within seconds after sleep hits..what gives?did i mention panting like man's best friend while completing simple tasks such as grocery shopping? I've accepted that I'm not getting my sexy back until the leaves change...but do I have to like perspire

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-70177919444244692772009-07-13T11:25:00.000-07:002009-07-13T12:08:43.546-07:00

not like a duck, more like an unbalanced penguin...my shoe collection now consists of three pairs of flats, my 3 and 4 inch heels blowing me kisses from the corner of the closet where they are gathering dust...my Uppababy stroller arrives and I know without a doubt that it's significantly nicer than my first car. when did being preggo get so chic?I am amazed and appalled by how my body has

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-34184521795019556402009-06-09T07:13:00.000-07:002009-06-09T07:14:26.982-07:00

My hair grows faster than I can wax it, and yes it’s true Matilda..you cease to be able to see your “parts” without the help of a very good mirror. I am sleepy, moody, weepy and excited. All within the span of five minutes. I plan my unborn son’s wedding, yet avoid setting up his nursery because it acknowledges I really am going to be a mother ..again.I come to the conclusion that I am indeed

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-26659646683675118002009-06-04T06:46:00.000-07:002009-06-04T06:48:46.519-07:00

expandable jeans - and to my surprise..I loved it! While shopping with my daughter for dresses for her graduation weekend last night, I decided with great reluctance to peek in Gap Maternity and check out the jeans, officially tired of trying to pack my belly and butt in my regular people jeans.. With a variety of beautiful shirts to choose from..I grabbed two pairs of jeans and took off for the

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-12893146504584985112009-05-22T06:54:00.000-07:002009-05-22T06:55:30.499-07:00

the proof of life that the jumps, punches and kicks bring never grow old to me....they can bring me out of the worst mood or anything that has me feeling less than wonderful...and I tell him so...when I find myself focusing on how big my butt has gotten I think that I made a decision to think not of my self first for nine months and I need to honor that..I want to bury my face in his neck and

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-6980131344176042322009-05-17T08:23:00.000-07:002009-05-17T08:24:38.977-07:00

My butt is going to be as big as my belly soon..which is a first for me, since I have always had a pancake butt..but I guess eating waffles everyday doesn't help my cause...I am doing well to exercise three times a week..and by exercise I mean halfway through my yoga video, walking about 15 minutes and a few weight exercises here and there...other than that..i feel totally ok counting laundry,

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-68268058936988490332009-05-08T06:32:00.000-07:002009-05-08T06:34:42.310-07:00

while we are not together, we talk daily about everything and anything about our boy, both of us laughing about his developing personality that seems to completely take after his dad, I laugh at how he can't distinguish anything on the ultrasounds while I am convinced I have his features down to a tee...dad's chin and nose, my eyes, ..we laugh about the lack of sleep approaching, laugh about

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-68235116767377778362009-05-01T09:54:00.000-07:002009-05-01T09:55:58.134-07:00

yep..the super sexy La Perla pair that I paid way too much money for..in my prior life( aka not preggers) they were loose, hung on my hips.granted I should of taken note when shift back and forth to get them on, but I needed to believe on Tuesday that they still fit...then there is the fur like patch on my right shoulder that appeared out of nowwhere..my nails that i can't trim enough my hair

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-26426861760056189062009-04-30T16:31:00.000-07:002009-04-30T16:32:05.008-07:00

some days i wonder whether i have lost my mind completely..between the fatigue, working a full time gig, juggling a pre teen, there is very little time left in my world for me...myself...without somehow feeling selfish..and complaining really doesn't work, after all no one wants to hear a pregnant woman's woes..( most think we wanted to be pregnant so...)anyway,the rainbow in the midst of the

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-81411755469542736442009-04-22T12:15:00.000-07:002009-04-22T12:17:25.164-07:00

Do you know your own child?I think I do. On most days that is. She’s beautiful, witty, athletic, outgoing and super tenacious. She’s exacting, punctual, and hates breakfast. She thinks there should be a moratorium on euthanizing animals. She quotes Kimora Lee Simmons and says thank you to beggars and bums when they hold the door for her. But she’s not popular. In fact, she avoids lunch time

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-21692334823453140912009-04-19T07:44:00.000-07:002009-04-19T07:45:55.999-07:00

He likes when I recline on the couch with my feet up, that seems to illict the most response from him, but last night was amazing..my daughter was laying on me, hand on my stomach, and her brother gave the strongest kick to date like " hey big sissy did ya feel that??" She jumped up, yelling excitedly " Mom I felt it!" to which her brother responded with a few more karate chops to confirm his

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-40454021002712013322009-04-11T08:57:00.000-07:002009-04-11T08:59:20.273-07:00

My doctor said we are going to have a long big baby boy! He was moving every which way, showing off for his dad, since it was his first ultrasound appointment..I thought on several occasions he was going to pass out... big difference from seeing a picture of an ultrasound and seeing THE ultrasound in real time... Our baby likes to wave, ALOT..while on his back, his side, and any other way that he

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-60501257802509244882009-04-03T07:00:00.000-07:002009-04-03T07:02:13.540-07:00

All week I have been doing my version of “I think I can I think I can” ..reminding myself that getting pregnant is a blessing and not a curse, just because I am not married. Last Saturday my belly popped out, at sixteen weeks, so like that, I went from barely looking pregnant to pregnant. The belly opens up the door for the entire universe to comment on the state of your pregnancy. “Wow how far

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-23444427467851005012009-03-26T06:57:00.000-07:002009-03-26T06:59:24.470-07:00

I spend most of my days somewhere being exhausted and comatose. Waking up tired is chic and my appreciation for all things take out has returned. My inner Martha Stewart folds and creases endless pages with great sales ideas and all the stupendous projects I am going to tackle..tomorrow. I have notebooks to organize my notepads and lying in bed nightly solve the problems of small countries . I

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-34102712995503910712009-03-23T22:04:00.000-07:002009-03-23T22:06:38.238-07:00

My father is a red haired Irish man, my mother a Monacan Sioux, dutch black woman. I was raised and continue to be nurtured and blessed by the best parents on the planet. Marriage in my family is the norm, and I can't think of anyone in my family besides myself who is a single parent. Despite my liberal upbring in Massachusetts, I have been an active member of the Republican party since I was 21.

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-12528649651519531052009-03-22T15:24:00.000-07:002009-03-22T15:28:22.193-07:00

“You’re single and pregnant…so…”I’m single and pregnant. Translated means, not married, one name on my lease. And no, the father didn’t bronze my pee stick. He’s my hot friend that I’ve slept with, here and there, heavy emphasis on the here and there for the last fourteen years. We tried the traditional dating and never lasted for more than a month, yet have a definite bond.. That everyone

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-89142274973131670332009-03-19T06:56:00.000-07:002009-03-19T06:59:11.236-07:00

even though sleep is never enough, my hips are baby having hips now, my nose i think is most defintely wider, yet in still i laugh much more, am more relaxed, able to see alot more good than bad, more forgiving of everyone and anything, and unable no matter how and what way i look at this, to see it as a bad thing..no matter what coat it comes in, it's a blessing.

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-21568203448363902322009-03-15T09:00:00.001-07:002009-03-15T09:01:08.819-07:00

sadness..yeah, I know...selfish, but hey, I'm honest..I opened up my trunk and with one flick of my wrist, tossed away my vanity...my beloved 25 and 26 inch waisted True Religion jeans. then I went back upstairs to focus my energies on my favorite pregnancy passion...eating...i wish i could just jump into a pool of ranch dressing and live there...I can't get enough! and when not dreaming in ranch

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-61214840973544160122009-03-04T06:36:00.000-08:002009-03-04T06:40:22.153-08:00

...but no one ever said growing a baby was easy. I've pulled over into the exhausted lane of life, happily, and figure it's a prelude for the next eight years of life with boy. My obsession with all things food continues..as I type I am dreaming of the oatmeal and how yummy it will taste, picturing what is exactly in my frig now and looking forward to my morning scramled egg whites, grapefruit

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-73173737314387675552009-03-02T07:04:00.000-08:002009-03-02T07:08:27.838-08:00

My eggs are old, I'm old, everything should hurt, I'll be outta breath, tired, crazy and did i fail to mention?old.If you want to get really jazzy add single....The warning labels are plastered everywhere.. " Be happy! ...as long as you are under 40...other wise..."get your med alert bracelet and brace for impact.."okay I am joking..kind of...but believe it or not, I feel BETTER with this

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-5322244103917202432009-03-01T07:30:00.001-08:002009-03-01T07:30:44.767-08:00

I guess that is my trade off for no morning sickness...Getting comfortable is impossible..body pillow, the couch, the " correct " sleep styles...all yuk...between my Mt Everest sized boobs and my expanding waistline..sleep has officially left the building.. I cat nap..and when lucky find a few moments where sleep is perfect, golden, before I have to get up to go to my favorite place..the bathroom

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-63745028653184169922009-02-28T08:09:00.000-08:002009-02-28T08:11:11.847-08:00

You would think I was feeding a future starting linebacker the way my cravings have gone...first five weeks, I ate bags of spinach,asparagus and broccoli..then i graduated to celery, carrots, turkey and pasta...moving on with great speed to my current fave, pancakes, anything and everything with ranch dressing( i lick the bowl till its gone) scrambled egg whites and toast.....and now to the

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-1884592279878872542009-02-17T06:58:00.000-08:002009-02-17T07:06:24.347-08:00

due in September..thought about renaming the blog, but too complicated and I like my moniker..I'm eating veggies now, hot dogs, belgian pudding and celery when the mood hits...Gave up coffee, tequila, and red wine cold turkey..fun week that was.:) 40 years old and I am sure that God always has a sense of humor with my life...not a planned pregnancy but I am thrilled...and the baby xray( as my dad

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-63289942220178383672008-09-14T20:42:00.000-07:002008-09-14T21:23:55.085-07:00

"after family, all the rest are strangers"...Wyatt Earp"me plus you baby girl lets add and we never divide and we just subtract" lil Wayne"Ward, I'm worried about Beaver." June Cleaver`"I'll be in aisle eight for the next five minutes if you'd like to discuss Sarah Palin. "- me last night at Ralphs."I was not lying. I said things that later on seemed to be untrue." Richard Nixon"The hottest

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-72570160000105790292008-08-18T09:28:00.000-07:002008-08-18T09:32:06.983-07:00

remember i love youwas our helloandthe smell of Isseyand your skinmade late toanywhere realthe kitchenwith the white stonetiles i stillfeel against myback damn you make mewordsyour lips said on theirway to covering mineso deepwith loveI ache even nowmissing grooves and beatsonly wehearwhere are yourhandsclenching minethe airmovesnownot likeopeningthat door inourroom so the aircouldbreathe.9 1/2

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-22226025764685564392008-08-17T10:57:00.000-07:002008-08-17T11:39:46.384-07:00

intelligence is a huge aphrodisiac.. so is good red wine.Michael Phelps aka Aqua man swam an entire race with his eyes closed and still won by almost two seconds...Love Madonna, but still trying to figure out the British accent. Isn't she from Detroit?"Only one person can lead sweetie. And that's me" my grandfather..You can't over hug your kid." The Four Agreements" is a life changing book.Manny

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-75356158339218797942008-08-13T18:16:00.000-07:002008-08-13T18:45:22.567-07:00

I was team Jolie..Then. While I didn't carry small vials of my ex's blood, Angelina resonated with me, the wild child, stoic yet uber passionate, never apologizing for figuring it out as she went along. Jen was every girl I knew growing up..pretty, perky and perfect. But while Angelina walked in to soul mate land with Mr. UnGodly beautiful, Jen joined the cast of Sex and the City,..the LA version

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-5135572206441150712008-08-12T19:01:00.000-07:002008-08-12T19:18:07.756-07:00

It's occurred to me that being beautiful while intelligent in Los Angeles could be considered an occupational hazzard. I can only dumb down for so long before I want to grab my pants like Fred Sanford and say " What? What?" And when did moms and wives get so ANGRY??? I mean yeah, once again I will use my favorite phrase to describe John Edwards.." he sucks ass" but for God sakes he didn't kill

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-6657396465221800842008-07-20T19:06:00.000-07:002008-07-20T21:20:21.526-07:00

When rendered speechless, I smile alot. I did alot of smiling, at him, into space..I am refusing to feel anything other than this blissful, smitten, crazy happy that i am this moment. Replaying songs, the breeze blows my hair a lil different, or so i feel.. when it's easy, it's not hard..if that makes any sense. Old fashioned new school dude with swagger, saying please and thank you, eyes

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-26778027022146379502008-06-26T16:32:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:34:44.715-07:00

my daughter doesn't know I read it..Dear President Bush;I'm sorry you're going out of office soon. I hope you spend a good amount of time with your two daughters and your wife. I heard that alot of retired presidents go to Camp David. Is that true? I do wish that you hadn't sent the troops ot Iraq. I know a person who just came home from the war. He became deaf in one ear, had a brain tumor

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-76868904984007959392008-06-25T23:45:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:39:58.836-07:00

dont use meit was you who choseme and there were noblinds, not evenfancy white cotton blendsheersdraping my heartsoyour darknessfound sunlightwhile reaching deeperinside withwhat onlycould be a kisswith yousecrets gonethat ah was ay2G reserveforgot that bottle wastherei am an addictto the chasetasting theair in my mouthyou see merunningstraight intolovethat's a brick walland even i know that.okay

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-55822465464837131562008-06-23T22:00:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:47:03.431-07:00

I am not the world's greatest dancer.. while I can remain in step with the rythmn, with awe I have always watched those that glide, spin and turn with ease and precision.So I signed up for an argentine tango class with a good friend, because a partner was required. He and I got there just as the class was starting, neither of sure of what to wear, walked in with normal gym gear, although

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-70401210516959878712008-06-09T06:51:00.000-07:002008-06-09T07:22:02.647-07:00

I grew up there. Bostonians are blunt. About everything. If you haven't noticed that, bring up the following names.Johnny Damon(aka traitor of the imth degree)Bill LaimbeerEli ManningARodBill Buckner (ugh!)Kobe BryantGeorge SteinbrennerThe art of being tactful is a learned trait..that many Bostonians never care to acquire. The flip side is you will be hard pressed to find a more loyal or

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-39714117198502868242008-06-08T10:48:00.000-07:002008-06-09T07:24:09.381-07:00

Yes, I am an addict to all things Carrie Bradshaw. Mostly because I am the honey brown Boston to Los Angeles version. I have my Big. Whom I have written off more times than the 04 Red Sox. I know that unlike the movie, our ending will not have me strutting in a Elie Saab gown with the Citgo sign flashing in the background. He never has and never will fall into place..how much easier it would be

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-28334098007944122862008-06-05T06:30:00.000-07:002008-06-05T06:54:05.798-07:00

monochromatic sweaters. matching sweatpants. split ends and butterfly clips. Fanny packs stuffed with band aids with Fred Flinstone on them. Visors. Stride rite looking shoes. And sex three times a week.Is that what marriage is? I steal quick glances of them in the park pushing strollers and swings, once hip women,peeking out from ankle length skirts and Birkenstocks. Their pre married souls cry

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-37557445077462230122008-05-30T14:15:00.001-07:002008-05-30T14:20:37.168-07:00

every woman has a Mr.Big...and if lucky, a Mr.Bigger...Big remembers just how to kiss you.Bigger remembers the first day he kissed you and where.Big calls you and leaves you wanting more.Bigger tells you that having you is enough for forever.Big is a mystery you love to figure out.Bigger says tricks are for the ones I'm just not that into.Big says "my family would love you."Bigger says I want you

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-52903578610790017692008-05-27T22:27:00.000-07:002008-05-27T22:31:41.474-07:00

Is it just me, or does it seem like every day someone is picking up a gun, and killing multiple people, because their momma said no, somebody picked on them, because they got laid off, for who knows what else...I have said it a million times...kids watch more tv, parents don't talk to their children, spend more money on buying them the right things but forgetting to instill values, don't listen,

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-33001209837320940082008-05-24T12:02:00.000-07:002008-05-24T12:11:01.295-07:00

paul walker..yum.how are you going to make me valet my car, charge $2.50 per 15 minutes then take twenty minutes to get my car and get mad at ME cuz I don't tip your ass?My fertility is fine thanks..in fact, don't look at me sideways, I will get pregnant..and if I met that man, and he was younger and wanted a child, if he asked right..lmao...but he better be asking really really really right.:)

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-2096644183635467492008-05-24T09:48:00.000-07:002008-05-24T10:18:50.404-07:00

men are SCUURRRED... face it..if your chick is a quarter and you are used to dealing with south of the 10 dimes... and rusty nickels..even a secure dude wonders...why me?:she likes you that's why. Of course men try to get at her..everyday all day..Didn't you?Beautiful chicks in Los Angeles, probably have dated an athlete, actor, singer or model or all of the above..( i'm three out of four)not

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-80311332488267245902008-04-25T13:09:00.000-07:002008-04-25T13:11:01.894-07:00

ready.for the new chapter to begin.finally.

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-56880625585562707692008-03-25T13:03:00.000-07:002008-03-25T13:32:39.208-07:00

He's hot. Ultra sexified...i made that word up. He calls late, if at all. He was held up with work,his mom,friends, the game, his ex..He misses you. He wants to see you. Of course, to talk to you. He knows the spot and the other spot..now, he has you forgetting whats his name.....I've dated him, in a variety of shapes and sizes, and no matter your race, or class, the bad boy manages to defy

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-14711796409848977852008-03-17T20:44:00.000-07:002008-03-17T21:37:58.252-07:00

I have few fears. The ones I do have are centered around being a bore, and being afraid of life. I moved six times to four different states in two years. Because I felt like it. I've had sex on the first date, and waited six months before a kiss. I know that one day I will be that old lady in the grocery store, lipstick a shade too red, age spots on my hands, wrinkled neck..and I hope that when

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-79662818651206484502008-03-16T15:45:00.000-07:002008-03-17T21:38:34.364-07:00

tell me I'm beautiful.kiss my neck.send flowers at least once.listen when my best friend drives us crazy.smell good.say my name.laugh.ask about my family.pull me close.walk on the outside of the street.see my eyes.write a letter.surprise me.trust me.don't let me run.kill bugs.mow the lawn.put the seat down.talk to me in the shower.have my back.take my side.let me cry.

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-36967352861236433572008-03-13T14:31:00.000-07:002008-03-17T21:39:01.555-07:00

When did everyone get so frickin judgemental? I notice shoes, handbags and chipped nails. I assume most women are getting more or less sex than they admit to. While I get that the governor of a state shouldn't be paying to get laid, I am flabbergasted with the media obsession with the details."Why did he do it? "Are you serious? I know first graders that ask better questions.Can men and women be

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-89675173541085949632008-03-11T17:43:00.000-07:002008-03-17T21:39:29.102-07:00

is the conclusion i came to about twenty minutes ago. My friends tell me that I find something wrong with men in order to remain a small self sufficient country. I have always scoffed at that idea, because I truly didn't believe it. Instead my rationale was that I wouldn't settle in order to be coupled up. Ugh. Duet for the sake of it. Yuk. I love the comfort of crawling in bed beside a man, love

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-34078568424570173002008-03-07T14:29:00.001-08:002008-03-17T21:39:50.446-07:00

I love American men. Steak, football, ..but Tam and I have been discussing and finding lately that we are attracting and attracted to, those who don't call the good ol USA home.. Visions of Javier Bardem, Daniel Dae Kim, Dijmon Hounsou, Russell Crowe, Hugh Grant...walking with the Eiffel Tower in the backdrop, or taking the roads less travelled in Santorini...seem all the more exotic with that

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-24828446894782238572008-03-01T23:16:00.000-08:002008-03-17T21:40:41.715-07:00

I would like to think that I can be satisfied..I can push away from the table before my stomach hurts, only a handful of times have I not known when to say when with the tequila, and no one that knows me well would call me a thrill seeker..unless the topic is men. The concept of everlasting soul mate love is believable to me in theory, and in practice with two couples that I know of for sure...I

leftcoastgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011278284752152084.post-62492332359879700062008-02-26T19:24:00.000-08:002008-02-26T20:22:41.614-08:00

date= 1. time of an event 2. day of the month 3.social engagement...If there was a dictionary of terms for Los Angeles, the word above would NOT be in it. Latte, Manolo, spinning, Pink's Hot Dogs...for sure would..but DATE? The very mention of the word, seems to cause great confusion for Angelenos of both sexes. Men feel like a meal ticket, women, are left to ponder is it their hair, their weight

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