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5 Moving Mistakes Future Brianna Will Not Make


Well, the husband an I are FINALLY done moving. That had to be the longest move in the history of moving. Seriously, we started the process in mid April and just turned in our keys yesterday. Craziness. As I reflect back on the odious process, I realize there were definitely some things we could have done differently. So, I decided to write down some tips for my future self. Future Brianna, next time you move, don’t make these mistakes:

1) I will not decided to stop cleaning the house two months before the move. The nasty mess makes everything more stressful, and at one point it was so bad I was embarrassed to have people come over and help us move because it was so gross. Plus, the cleaning after we moved out was a bitch. Next time, I will clean as I go.

2) We will not try to stuff a ton of things into a few large boxes. Other bloggers told me not to do, friends told me not to do it, heck even the boxes themselves told me not to do it. And yet when we started packing, husband and I thought we would be making more efficient use of our storage space, and would have fewer trips back and forth to the moving truck, if we crammed a lot of stuff into a few big boxes, rather than putting things in many little boxes. I mean, how heavy can some picture frames and ceramic pencil holders be, right? The answer is very heavy. And while the moving trips were fewer, they were definitely more painful than necessary. Next time I will listen to the tips printed on the side of the U-haul boxes. Speaking of boxes

3) We will start collecting boxes earlier and we will get more than we need. We waited way to late to start gathering boxes from friends and from our respective work places, and consequently had to settle for a less than ideal number. We (and by we I mean husband) actually thought we had enough, but we didn’t. On moving day we weren’t able to pack up some things because we didn’t have enough boxes. So we had to take what was boxed up to the parents house, unpack them super quickly, and then take empty boxes back up to the apartment and pack some more. Annoying.

4) I will make sure all items of an extreme personal nature are packed up BEFORE people come to help us. I won’t go into much detail on this, as it will embarrass husband and some of my older adult family members, but let’s just say that I’m lucky my brother-in-law has a limited knowledge of what sex toys look like. Or at least that’s the act he put on.

5) We will not drag the move out for 2 1/2 months. Seriously, our move took freaking forever. At first we thought we had to move out by the end of May, so we started packing up in mid April. Then we realized we didn’t have to be out till the end of June, but thought we might move out at the beginning of June, and it was this whole back and forth thing. Finally we decided we would move in the middle of June, but we didn’t have to turn in our keys until the end, so we moved most of the stuff one weekend…then went back up to move a few more things…then cleaned…then moved more things…then cleaned again. The whole thing was ridiculous. We should have busted it all out in one weekend.



So here’s something you didn’t know about me. I have Dendrophobia*. If you know what that is you are a genius and should be doing something better with your time than reading my ridiculous blog. If you don’t know what that means, you’re normal, unlike me who is crazy and afraid of trees. That’s right people, Dendrophobia is the fear of trees and yours truly is afflicted by it.

It all started about a year ago when I was dumb enough to watch the video about the tree man. I will not post the video here as looking at again will give me a panic attack, but if you look it up on YouTube I’m sure you’ll find it. Its this video about a guy who has these gnarly warts all over his body that make his limbs look like tree trunks. It is one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen in my life. Just thinking about it is making me queasy. After watching that video, I started to get a little uneasy around trees. Not all trees, just the ones that had tons of knots and warts on their trunks. Thankfully, those trees aren’t very common and if I happened to come across one, I just turned away and was fine.

About six months later, just as I was starting to forget about tree man, I had an incredibly strange dream. I dreamt that a palm tree was growing out of the top of my head. Its roots where literally growing all across my scalp and into my brain. At first I was happy with the tree growing there, but eventually it got really big and started causing some problems. So I had my mom pull it out. She grabbed the trunk and jostled it back and forth until the entire tree, roots and all, RIPPED out of my head. It was a bloody, leafy, rooty mess. I woke up the next morning all tensed up. I checked my head at least 20 times that day, hoping I wouldn’t feel roots underneath my scalp.

At first I just thought it was a freaky dream, but a few days later when I was walking my dog I realized I might actually have some sort of problem. We passed by a tree that had a lot of roots sticking up out of the ground. They were all gnarled and veiny and reminded me of the brain roots from my dream. My body clenched, my breathing quickened and I simultaneously felt the need to run away and the need to inspect the roots. It was really really really strange. For the next couple months I couldn’t walk past a single tree root without thinking about my dream, and then the tree man, and feeling all tense and weird.

Fast forward to Halloween 2011. I haven’t thought about my weird tree thing in a while and I’m super stoked about my broccoli costume. I head over to a Halloween party where we watch a bunch of corny Halloween movies, including one about trolls (I think it was called Troll Hunter but I’m not sure). Now, in this movie, poorly costumed troll people bite regular humans. Those humans start to spit up green liquid and then TREES GROW OUT OF THEIR FINGERS. Are you freaking kidding me? Somebody actually made a movie about my ridiculous dream and that poor warty tree man? This movie, as corny as it was, was literally my worst nightmare. I couldn’t even watch it. When I explained to my friends why the tree freaked me out, they “kindly” pointed out to me that my costume looked a lot like a tree coming out of my head. Fantastic, now not only do I have to scrub my eyeballs, I have to burn my Halloween costume.

So there you go. Its November and I’m still super uneasy around trees. To clarify, its not the trunks or the leaves that bother me, its the roots. I just can’t get the image of trees digging their roots into people and then growing out of them. That is so so so so so GROSS! *shiverstimesONEMILLION*


I'll never get this close to a tree AGAIN

* This is an actual disease that people really suffer from. I have not been formerly diagnosed with it, nor is it a phobia that has a significant impact on my life like it does for some people. I’m not on medication, but the site of tree roots bothers me more than it should which is why I’m going to make a bold claim here and say I have dendrophobia. If you have a debilitating case of Dendrophobia, please don’t think I’m making light of your situation. I can only imagine how sucky it would be to be even more afraid of trees than I already am.

Through The Eyes of the iPhone: OC Livin


Here are a few pictures I’ve taken of iconic Orange County images. All photos were taken by me, with my iPhone and edited with an app called PhotoStudio.

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Mission San Juan Capistrano


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Angel's Stadium in Anaheim.


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Balboa Beach

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Except…Maybe…You’re A Creep


why are vans so creepy?

Dear Man-

Thank you for honking and whistling at me as I walked my dog. I was feeling pretty ugly that morning and your vote of confidence really made my day. I felt like a whole new woman, beautiful and confident. If it wasn’t for you I would have sat on my ass eating potato chips all day. Now I’m going to go put on a sun dress and have a night on the town.


The reason I felt ugly that morning is because I was ugly. I was sporting my lime green work out pants and an old t-shirt. Not the kind of old t-shirt that is super tight and has strategically placed holes in the boob area, but the kind that is gigantic and has dirt stains from cleaning the tub. Plus, I hadn’t taken a shower yet so my face and my hair were super greastastic. So you couldn’t have possibly been honking to tell me I was beautiful. Even my husband, who has been known to make a pass at me in many less than beautiful states, wasn’t barking up my tree that morning. You must have been saying something else.


You were encouraging me to embrace the day, to face life head on and tackle its challenges with grace, dignity and smarts. I’ve been feeling kind of crappy at work lately, unmotivated, inadequate, slightly bored, maybe you sensed that and wanted to assure me “hey, its okay. Your smart and creative. You’re great at your job, you’re just in a bit of a slump. Enjoy this weekend, do something for yourself and on Monday, walk into that office and make some changes!”


You don’t know me from Adam (or Eve). You have no idea what I do for a living. In fact, you would probably never guess that I work in marketing because, as demonstrated by my lime green pants, I have no fashion sense and that usually comes with the marketing territory. Plus, I was talking to my dog, which means I might be certifiably crazy and unable to hold a job. So…why are you honking at me?


Maybe its because you are a pervert. Your in your mid 40s and drive a mini van, which means you either have a family that you should be toting around or you are a molestor who lures people into his van. Either way, your luring eyes are really creeping me out. Nothing about my body language or dress is asking for your attention, so please keep it to yourself. Or better yet, give it to your wife and kids. They miss you. And I have a very interesting conversation to continue with my dog. Drive along please, drive along.

P.S. That picture was taken from FreeDigitalPhotos.net. But its only free to people who post a credit, so here’s my credit.

P.P.S. I was recently informed by someone very important to me (my boss) that this post makes it seem like I am unhappy in the workplace. I am not. My job is wonderful. But like many wonderful things that are a part of everyday life, it has its less than wonderful moments and I dramatized those moments for the purpose of making this blog hi-larious

OC Restaurant Review: Don Jose’s



Last night Joe and I had dinner For the first time at Don Jose’s in Tustin. We’ve been meaning to try it for a long time and when we found a coupon, we figured it was the perfect time to go (especially since we didn’t feel like cooking dinner).

Don Jose’s, as you’ve probably guessed, is a Mexican food restaurant. It was only okay. I would compare it to a Mexican Sizzler. They had all the normal faire, enchiladas, tacos, margaritas, etc. Joe had a margarita which was HUGE. It tasted good but only had a bit of tequila in it. I had a chili verde enchilada which was okay, but the rice and beans on the side were gross. They had a weird texture. Joe’s chili relleno, however, was delicious. It was grilled instead of fried so it was a lot lighter and less greasy than others I’ve had. And the homemade tortilla chips and salsa were delicious too!

Like everything else in the restaurant, the service was just okay. The staff was polite, but really really rushed. The restaurant wasn’t very busy so I’m not sure what the big rush was. Plus, the waiter brought Joe the wrong entree the first time. No Bueno!

Overall, not a great experience but not awful either. If friends wanted to go we would oblige, but I don’t think we’ll go there on our own again.