And we broke down...

No our cars didn' break down. Our bodies did. They said "Feed us! We can't take any more of this SNACKING and PICKING!" Cause that's what we do with a budget - we don't actually enjoy full meals, we eat little bits here and there to remind ourselves we are still alive. So the other night we treated ourselves to Baha Fresh - not much of a treat to the normal working person, but to Chrissy and I - it was heaven. C'mon, GUACAMOLE?! TACOS?! CHIPS?! It was a dream come true. Totally made us happy.
Lately we've been talking about Karma too. When's it gonna get us back. Well, it his Chrissy not one minute after she dished it out. We were in line after Baha Fresh to exit the parking garage and the car in front of us was taking forEVER to get out. "Why do we always get stuck behind the morons?" not a direct quote, but basically what Chrissy said. Finally the attendant comes over and helps the customer. We pull up and put our ticket in, then put the other ticket in. It says it charged us a dollar. We have no cash or credit. "It's validated it should be free" A line forms quickly behind us. People are beginning to look aggravated. Chrissy tries again. Same thing. Now we are panicking. The attendant looks at us like we would look at someone with bright red eyebrows (my payback is yet to come) and helps us out. Chrissy thought she got payback right then. No, the next day she got a $45 parking ticket. I told her she should park in the garage from now on. So what happens the next day, I don't park in the garage, and I get a $45 ticket. Unbelievable. Or is it? What comes around goes around.

The Ultimate Dance Team

Oh yeah we got our groove on. Chrissy and I met up with some friends from Austin and headed out to a bar chosen by the veterans of LA. It was called The Factory - yay we finally get to go work....it! WORK IT! Just in case you couldn't figure it out. Upon arrival into this venue, we go to the bar - stand there for about 32 seconds before realizing the music is AWESOME. Chrissy and I run like two little girls on Christmas morning into the middle of the dance floor - immediately shedding our outer layers. Each song got better and better and as a result we got hotter and hotter. It wasn't long before we both looked like we had a bad case of pneumonia. I'm flinging sweat on innocent by-dancers as chrissy is sponging off the excess. But did that stop us. HELL NO. We dipped it, popped it, twurked it, and stopped it all night long. So tired we were by 1:30 - we all left the club - 6 of us squeezing into Brett's two door beamer - there's a sight. Getting home Chrissy and I chill out for a bit and then the infamous question "Doug, does your stomach hurt?" "Yeah, kind of" "Oh my god, mine is like killing me" "Now that I think about it, mine really hurts too" - no reason - I think we finally had stopped eating for a few hours and our stomachs had not a clue what to do - so it decided to hurt us. That wasn't an issue when we had to be up three hours later to work a Nike event for the next 8 hours. But it was fuuuuuuuun!

Why is finding a job such a B.I.T.C.H.?

So I've been wondering the past few weeks why work doesn't fall into my lap. Chris and I went to the canyon and after losing out last ounce of breath climbing what I'm going to call the dreadful #3 trail, we stopped and checked out the beautiful view from the top. Which led to an inspiring conversation of getting to where we want to be in our careers. I stopped wondering why I haven't gotten work because we discussed that 90% goals are accomplished simply by effort. This is true. There are a lot of people in jobs that do not deserve it over you or me, simply because they put out the effort to get it. But we also decided that if someone better and more qualified for the job showed effort, they could take that job away from the not so good one - well out in LA anyway. So I asked myself whether I was truly putting enough effort into everything I want. My answer was this: I can always put in more effort, however I am putting a lot of effort into a lot of things which doesn't yield an accomplishment as soon. Which is fine, but I think if I focus my efforts solely on one goal, I can see better results. Shit, all that "thinking" made me hungry.

My Sanctuary

This is where I go to release everything...yes that too - Runyan Canyon. Beautiful and breathtaking. Oh and it's free! YES!

KABOOM goes the human body!

oNCE again I caught every YELLOW and RED light in Los Angeles. Why? Thought I had good karma coming my way. Whatever. So today I was reading the news, yeah I know - don't count on it happening too often, and amongst one of the articles was mentioned something about Spontaneous Human Combustion. Holy Crap! I forgot how crazy that stuff is - can you imagine hanging out with your buddies and then BOOM....your NOT hanging out with your buddies, now you're a pile of ASHES on the floor? Unbelievable! So I researched a few websites on it and was just in complete amazement that someone can totally just BURST into flames while taking a shit. Talk about diarrhea.
Oh if you like Pop tarts but you're fat - get the lowfat kind - they ROCK. I can't taste a difference - only 3grams of fat per poptart - great dessert food. Thought you'd like to hear that after I made the comment about diarrhea. Bon Appetite!

I could travel faster on my FEET!

That's a picture of our dishes after one day...hard to believe right? We couldn't believe it either.
I've always heard the traffic in LA is bad...ok, yeah, well we all have bad traffic. NO. Unbelievable. They shouldn't even call this traffic. They should give it a new name - like GETMADIC or IHATEMYCARIC. I, not knowing the streets, jumped on Sunset Blvd to go to Silverlake for a meeting - NEVER AGAIN will I take Sunset at 6:30pm - I was in my car for 30 minutes and maybe moved 1.5 miles. I wanted to cry - luckily I was preoccupied talking to my brother on the phone. I quickly realized that I should take an alternate street.
Today I witnessed some of this GETMADIC while sitting at a stoplight. A man was trying to turn left without a signal. I witnessed the whole thing. He started by sitting there, then shaking his head, then the jaw began to chew his gum faster and faster, once again shaking his head in anger, and then peeling out at the last moment. I wanted to point and laugh - but then the same thing was happening to me. These are just tiny examples of the traffic here in LA - not to mention from one stop sign you can see about 9 others in front of you...especially when they are all RED.

Ever felt bad about GROCERIES?

I don't know - maybe it's just me, but have you ever felt bad about buying groceries? Now, granted I STILL don't have a job yet, and granted, I still haven't eaten all the food already in our place, but c'mon, once in a while you just want to chow down on something good. But see this is what I mean - the food I bought is NOT good. I bought eggs and salsa. That's it! The worst part about it, is that I bought them using a GIFT CARD FOR GROCERIES and still felt bad. BTW, thanks mom. Not to mention I totally told the cheese I'd be back later for them - "Stay covered - I'll save you later!" Poor Cheese. And why did I get frustrated standing behind the little old lady at the checkout - I'll tell ya why - because SHE was smart enough to bring COUPONS! She got twice as much as me for the same price....bitch. I felt bad when I saw her walking home on the sidewalk - so bad that I revved my engine at her.