I have to start off by saying that you were not my candidate, I did not vote for you and I do not think highly of you. Your fear-fueled, misguided campaign did not inspire me to “make America great again”. The comments you’ve made in the past year (and throughout your entire life) are unbelievable and out of line. I don’t believe you are fit to be the President of the United States. I don’t believe you know what the fuck you’re doing. I believe you are a Giant Douche. But that’s not what this is about.
I’m not here to discuss the past. I’m not here to talk about how terrible I think your campaign was or how horrible I think you are or how dangerous your future plans are. What’s done is done. You set out to capture a certain group of voters, and you successfully gained the support of tens of millions of Americans. I’m disappointed in the result, I’m sad, and I don’t agree with you or your supporters, however, I am friends with some of those supporters, and that is what inspired me to write this.
My oh my has it been a week! Lately, I’ve been feeling insanely busy, exhausted and somewhat crazy. I’ve also been experiencing the very real internal struggle of choosing between stress eating and working out to calm my nerves. To be honest, stress eating is more of my style (plus, we know I don’t do so well with diets), but deep down I know that getting an intense workout in makes me feel about one million times better than downing a bottle of wine and a gallon of mac ‘n’ cheese. That brings me to my latest obsession, Pure Indoor Cycling.
Weekends in San Diego are made for craft beer, food and SECRETS (apparently). From the overwhelming amount of food and beer festivals, to speakeasys and mysterious weekend events, it’s no surprise that Diner en Blanc and the Macaroni and Cheese Festival are two annual fall events you can’t miss.
It’s late September and fall has officially arrived. Basic betches all over Pinterest are talking about Ugg Boots, Pumpkin Spice Lattes and infinity scarves. Meanwhile, in San Diego, it’s literally one million degrees and all I can think about is the fact that I’m already sick of every piece of summer clothing I own.
While I might be ready for fall, San Diego (and the rest of Southern California) clearly is not. Temperatures are set to stick around the mid-seventies for the rest of the week, and heat waves are sure to arise. So, ditch the hot apple cider by the fireplace (for now) and make your fall get-together heat friendly with yummy recipes from Taste of Home’s Simple & Delicious Cookbook and tips from yours truly.
If I wasn’t already obsessed with living in Little Italy, the obsession just got a lot more intense with the addition of RakiRaki Ramen and Pokirrito! After expanding their Convoy spot to San Diego’s hottest neighborhood, RakiRaki serves up their famous mouth-watering ramen right on India Street and, now, delicious poke at neighboring Pokirrito. Read on for an inside look at this kickass new spot!
I made the short journey over to Chicago not too long ago to visit a friend (pssst… Kristie), dance the days/nights away at Lollapalooza and eat my weight in delicious foods. I’m not exactly sure how I survived four sweaty days of this music fest (surrounded by hoards of teenagers rolling balls and trying to sneak booze from older, less sweaty concert goers), but somehow I did. Here’s what went down.
As a Real-Housewives-of-Orange-County-obsessed Kylie Jenner fan and Kris Jenner advocate, plastic surgery is something I am totally and completely on board with. While I haven’t gotten any work done myself (yet, hunty), I have big plans. Well, big lip plans. All my other plans are small. Small nose plans, small neck fat plans, you get it.
While waiting to go under the knife, I took one little baby step and tried out CoolSculpting with Dr. Chaffoo at La Jolla Skin. CoolSculpting is a “non-surgical fat-reduction treatment that uses controlled cooling to eliminate stubborn fat that resists all efforts through diet and exercise.” Hardcore.
Now, I’m not sure if my fat is stubborn or if I haven’t put every effort into diet and exercise, but regardless, there’s some extra lovin’ around my stomach area that I wouldn’t mind saying “bye Felicia” to.
As I sit here on my couch, nursing my dull hangover and reflecting on the past week, it’s obvious that the past few days in San Diego will go down in history as some of the best of 2016 thus far. We’re talking a new restaurant opening in Little Italy, Opening Day at the races and the #ExpressLove party, kicking off San Diego Pride. Let’s get started!
When people think of me, they usually think of cheese, burritos, wine and cats. So, when I decided to do The Whole30 and take three out of those four things away for 30 days (cats got to stay, obvs), it was quite the shocker. I’ll get into the hairy details of the entire program in my next post, but for now, here’s all the
annoying wonderful things that happen during The Whole30.