Curvie Girlie The Diary: Mind Playin' Tricks on Me

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The beach is full of drunk partyers on Friday and Saturday nights. Drunk partyers in the dark makes for garbage. No excuse, and I don't hate, but I just want it clean and I have always known if you want something done, you kind of have to do it yourself!
 
Curvie Girlie said:
The beach is full of drunk partyers on Friday and Saturday nights. Drunk partyers in the dark makes for garbage. No excuse, and I don't hate, but I just want it clean and I have always known if you want something done, you kind of have to do it yourself!
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LUV ur GO GETTER attitude!!! :iagree:......It's SO REFRESHING!!!

....I used to run on the beach at least twice a week, I honestly felt so much happier and tranquil, that I think I have to start incorporating it back in again.....:iagree:

....the best part was that you feel like you're not going anywhere, all those steps, all that sand, the breeze, the ocean twinkles, and then REALITY, you look back and you have gone SOOOOOOOOOOOOO far its AMAZING!! ACCOMPLISHMENT feeling!

...the power of GOING FARRRRR with each step and not knowing it...I MISS IT!!:beating:

...you are a true FRESH breathe of AIR! ;)....LIVE for you NOW, to enjoy TOMORROW!
 
Talk about a Fresh breath of air!

Thanks my dear!


Whooo-boy, you will not believe my day yesterday. Talk about some day!!! Most interesting Thursday I can remember!

CHECK THIS OUT:​

It started like any other, but I just want you to imagine this: you are in your office, working until 11:30am. Your friendly superior comes in and tells you there's an emergency, and 2 bottles of the company's new label need to get to St. Helena (Napa Valley) by 8am the next morning, and UPS and FedEx would cost three hundred dollars--so would you go? Pay, mileage, and free lunch? :drool5: Hell yes!

So, knowing you have a cute boy in the East Bay, which you need to shmob through to get to Napa, you call him up: he's working, but would he ditch work to come up with you? Of course he does, he's a Libra, there's no way he's pass up a fun day trip with a sexy girl when he's already stressed out from finding enough work to begin with! So you hop into your bunnymobile and pin it to the East Bay :driving:

As you both enjoy the same music, in this case, "Northpole CRESTSIDE" rap, you have a lovely time "car dancing" and chatting and kissing all the way through Vallejo/Benecia on a beautiful, sunny day. When you arrive in Napa Valley, it's a gorgeous but windy sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, 76 degrees, and all the smoke from the fires in California has blown into the smoggy North Bay that you just passed. You arrive at the gorgeous winery, whose building is actually nestled into the lovely, green, luscious vineyards. There's the winery worker that you have met several times before, and the winemaker and assistant winemaker, and as you know because you're in the business, they are all funny, clever, wacky partyers of the best kind :) You hand over the bottles and call your office to inform your superior that you had a safe trip, and you and your boytoy relax in the shade and chat, while the folks at the winery pour you a lovely flight of Napa's finest Cab, Cab Franc, Red Blend, and a Carneros Chardonnay (that was the first one, of course) while the soft wind blows and the gorgeous scenery nearly takes your breath away. The only shitty thing is that everyone smokes cigarettes, but the wind makes it so you don't have to smell the smoke (much).

Afterward you decide since you're in Napa you may as well visit one of your favorite wineries up the Silverado Trail, which you're actually already on, and that winery also happens to be your company's #1 profit maker. The tasting room is not too full, and you get Jim, the same guy you saw the last time you were there, who is very nice and has worked there for 15 years. As you chat with him and taste the wines with your boytoy (who doesn't drink, and is gonna drive you back to the Bay), you find out that his work situation is very similar to yours; he lives in Callistoga and pours wine in St. Helena; you live in Boulder Creek and pour wine in Corralitos. What's the correlation? At your houses, it can be 90 to 100 degrees, but when you get to work, there can be nice fog that makes the day much cooler, and the difference is pretty shocking indeed. You taste the delicious wines and let your boytoy, who adored wine but won't even sip a drop, smell the lovely scents. You decide to purchase the Zinfandel Port and Late Harvest Chardonnay because your company doesn't broker those wines, they are limited production. You realize that the Port is a perfect birthday present for your "brother", and are excited to present it to him in October because that's the type of person you are: thoughtful and generous :beating: ;) :Angel_anim:

Now it's time to sit back and let your nice boytoy drive you to the Rutherford Grill, where you order a delicious seared ahi salad with jicama, mango, avocado, and baby greens in a sesame vinaigrette. You share an entree of grilled salmon and broccoli, and share a dessert of ice cream sandwiches in chocolate with mint leaves. The service and ambiance is excellent, and you have a lovely chat with your female server and also your boytoy. Your boytoy is having a damn good time, saying this day with you was just what he needed, as he recently got laid off from his construction job. You tell him something will come up! Just then, he realizes that he has a voicemail and he apologizes, but says it could be important. You tell him no problem, do what he has to do. He gets a message: it's WORK! And he calls the foreman back: where does the office happened to be stationed? South San Jose! :party: This means that it's possible he could have a job to do on site near your area, meaning he could come over a night or two a week for good, clean fun! :drool5: The day only gets better.....

On the way out of the Valley, you decide that you need to find a pretty place in nature to mess around: you two decide on a whim just to pull off into Yontville. You drive through the town through a neighborhood and serendipitously to a dead end that is a park: the park is empty, and you bring your trusty Jimi Hendriix Axis Bold as Love blanket that you keep in your trunk ;). There, right behind the large park, is a large vineyard with purple grapes almost ripe and dangling. You and boytoy tromp along until you find a row where no one can see down from any houses or the street; you and boytoy lay down the blanket for some afternoon fun in the vines!

It's all very Dionysian and beautiful.

No one disturbs you. When you're done, you both reach over and pick just a few grapes (so it won't be like stealing) to munch on, and they're delicious. Your educated guess is that they are Merlot (you're tasted Pinot Noir and Pinotage, and know what Cabernet Sauvignon and Cab Franc look like: these seem like Merlot, but not fully ripened). You and boytoy brush yourselves off and head home.

It was a great day!

My East Bay Boy is the one with the great tattoos, and the nice muscles. He has the sexiest voice I've ever heard on a white boy, although he's actually of Spanish (Spain, Spanish--some people call Latinos "Spanish" but here in Cali we call them Latinos) descent. He's got a very very very mellow and laid back disposition, and a soft voice and he adores me even though we've only known each other for about 2 months. He's attracted my fiery wild-childness and thinks I'm gorgeous with a great body :eek: Word, whatever, works for me! He always refers to me as "Beautiful" or "Gorgeous," which is pretty embarrassing but pleasing, just the same. I am like a stress-reliever for him, he actually owns a house in another state where there is no work, and has his family watch it while he works here and sends payments. He sent me a text later that evening: "I swear it's the positive energy of yours! I keep hoping it'll rub off on me. I wish I could surround myself with Valeries, Wou!"

How sweet!
 
But that's not all--I told you it was SOME day!

That evening, back in SC County...​

I arrive at Chris's house, my dear friend who is dying from severe diabetes and diabetic neuropathy. He's still alive (I met him a few months before I joined this forum) but he has very bad days, and I go over there a lot and help him out. I don't really mention it here because it's depressing :( I'm his best friend, and he's a literal genius and we have lots to talk about, but yeah, sometimes he can't think and he gets confused and it sucks!


Anyway, he wanted to open a few special bottles for me for a late birthday present. I had a headache and felt slightly nauseated. He gave me some pill that is supposed to relax the stomach muscles, and I stupidly took it. I was hungry, because even though I had a delicious lunch, that was 4 hours ago and my nausea was making me think I needed lots of water and food. I ordered a medium Round Table vegetarian pizza, and when it arrived I proceeded to eat HALF of it! :eek: I didn't feel so good. We sat on his couch and were talking and I said I had to lie down. I felt worse....and worse....and so bad I jumped up and was like, thinking,

"OK, I think I have to vomit..." so I went to the nearest bathroom. The toilet has a booster on it because his mom is sort of disabled. No good. I looked at the garbage and the sink, but decided against it. I went into the kitchen: AHA! A garbage disposal! I stood there for about 40 miserable seconds and oh my god, my esophagus just started to move and

:puke: BLEH!!! I vomited up ALL the pizza :(

15 dollars worth of pizza!!! Down the drain, literally. I guess I wolfed down that first piece because the last part was very chunky and hurt my throat. I have not puked since May 29th 2004!!!! There goes my record. AND I wasn't drunk, I'm not pregnant, and I don't think I had any bad food. What the feezy??? The only thing I can think of is that my birthday finally caught up with me! :smilielol5:

Ugh, on my way home I saw a hitchhiker on my windy long road, and I have never seen anyone hitchhike there: he was obviously a neighbor, so I picked him up. I only had to drive him a quarter mile up the road but it's good that was all because he was kinda strange. He was a BIG guy, my age, but a little freaky. He said, "Thank you so much, I have had to avoid twenty three skunks on my way down the road. One of them, I had to fling in the creek by its tail--and that was scary!"

I just laughed, I mean, what do you say to that??

When I dropped him off he insisted on giving me a beer from his house, but I wasn't about to wait, I was ill and had just puked for the first time in 4 years. He asked if I lived alone, which was freaky. He grabbed my hand--twice. Oooh, not fun. I was glad when he finally got out of my car. Mountain folk! He was a big guy, no offense to you other Big Guys out there, but seriously, he could definitely have flung me into the creek by my tail if he wanted to! Eeesh
 
You NEVER disappoint!!!!!

I have been gone all weekend, and I knew I would find some good stuff in here as soon as I got back!!!

Sorry about the barfing! I know you were proud of your 4 vomit-free years!
 
The first part of your day sounded so wonderful!
If I ever get the chance, I really need to go visit Napa... or really go anywhere! California is such a beautiful place, but all I get to see is buildings all day!
Anyway... thanks for posting this! It gives me hope for a relaxing day away from this routine.
-Ryan
 
what a weekend!

Oh Jeez.........:sifone:

FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN!

I can hardly STAND it :ack2: :chillpill:

Friday night I went to a Dubstep DJ war party (Dubstep - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia) in the Santa Cruz Mountains, that was Santa Cruz vs. San Francisco DJs. It was from 10pm to 10am, and I shmobbed with my homegirl and her 4 friends. Fucking solid! They brought a tent, but since it was a very nice winding mountain drive home for me, I left around 3:15am because by that time I was tired, not wanting to dance anymore, and people were getting sloppy. I was getting hit in the head by elbows, flinging toys, and glowsticks and my toes were getting trampled. Otherwise, it was an elegant time. I never danced so crazy as in "tripped out", before.

I still made it to the winery for work at 10:45am on Saturday, because I'm a savage :coolgleamA:, and I had a good time selling mad amounts of wine that day--jeez, rich people walked in and just bought $750 worth of wine like it was nothing!! I just can't imagine....really! I was happy, trust me, and the people were nice, but still! Like it was nothing.....

Saturday evening I picked up my homegirl who was visiting from Redwood City from the Metro, and we went home where I cooked us and my housemate dinner: rubbed, grilled salmon, organic salad, and rice pilaf. Sounds simple, but it tasted delicious! My Spanish, tattooed, greaser, Bay Area Honey came out to visit me too, and on Sunday he, Cyndi, Nick and I went to the beach and picked up 4 garbage bags of trash and broken glass. People who walked by were like, giving us mad props about it. And we were all tired and worn out from a hardcore weekend, too! There was stinging nettle that we had to avoid, but I got stung pretty bad, even though I kept up with the garbage pick up. My housemate Barre is going to dump the garbage bags today in his friend's dumpster.

I have not been dieting, per se, but I've been conscious of what I've been consuming. This morning I weighed in at 144.5 lbs, which is excellent that I have not gained over the weekend (I did dance a lot and ate very little at work on Saturday, but I think I over-ate at dinner both Saturday and Sunday) but I also know that the luteal phase has probably kicked in. I have not been tracking calories or my cycle lately but plan on getting on track today. I checked my records and I am currently on Day 24, so definitely the luteal phase. If I can keep my appetite down, this is an excellent time for me to create deficits. During the luteal phase, our bodies need about 100 more calories a day, and when we exercise, we burn more fat than normal. Weird shit, but I sure as hell am taking advantage of it if I can!!

Food

Ewwwwwwwww. I did the unthinkable: I decided to incorporate hard boiled EGGS into my diet! I HATE eggs, they make me.....well, I just think they smell terrible and they make people who eat them smell terrible. I also have a bad childhood experience with eggs.

BUT this morning I ate 2 hard boiled eggs with sea salt and pepper, and drank a Kombucha. Even though it's only 210 calories total, I feel satiated and pleased because I know the eggs are good for me (from organic-flax-seed-fed-free-range-chickens of course!). I plan on having blueberries in organic vanilla yogurt for a snack soon, and I have an organic salad with blue cheese, cranberries, and almonds in the fridge for lunch. If I get hungier then, I'll try to eat some protein-rich snack before I go running after work.

The Juicy Stuff....

Well, I suppose I don't really know my Bay Area Honey too well, but yesterday he answered a cell phone call from "Pedro" and apparently he's bilingual. :drool5: HOT! He says it's more Spanglish than anything, but his voice is so melodious and deep and sexy to begin with, I was like "Talk dirty to me in Spanish!!! The dirtier the better!!!" last night and he complied, like a sweetheart. Ahhhh! Damn that was hot....OK!

Whew!

Attached a picture of me from the outdoor forest Dubstep DJ War Party--I feel guilty about being Pro-Beer on this forum, but seriously I only drank 3 beers that night, the picture just happened to be when I had one in my hands. Note: beer can be incorporated into a healthy weight loss regime, but I don't think experts or doctors recommend it if you're consuming 1600 calories or less. I think I'm on a 2000 calorie diet, burning about 600 when I exercise.
 
daiseeangel said:
Mmmm....

Dirty talk in Spanish! HOT!
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OMFG I KNOWWWWWW!!! Seriously, caliente! For whatever reason I've been with mainly white American boys, so it's definitely a welcome change of pace, even though technically he IS American and Caucasian, still, the Funky Bilingual was a major turn on! :willy_nilly:
 
You look great in the pic! Cute top! I love beer--the cheaper, the better! I quit drinking because of some medication I'm taking but I can't wait to enjoy a cold one again.
 
maverick said:
My last boyfriend (current best friend) is half-Mexican and bilingual.

And yeah, it IS caliente. :D
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:iagree: :iagree: :iagree:

Sigh. Kinky fun in a way, I asked him if he was talking dirty enough and he said, "Oh yeah--definitely dirty!" and laughed. I have remedial knowledge of Spanish so I definitely understood some of it....hahahaha.....Papi!
 
CaseyAtMartin said:
You look great in the pic! Cute top! I love beer--the cheaper, the better! I quit drinking because of some medication I'm taking but I can't wait to enjoy a cold one again.
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Oh thank you! I'm eager for you to enjoy a cold one, too, of course, in compliance with your diet and regime ;) I think beer, when I didn't check myself, was the main culprit other than chocolate, to make me gain last winter/spring. I'm not exactly sure how I manage to drink it and lose weight at the moment, but it's probably because I don't get drunk anymore. Not really--not like I DID!! ;) I'm so happy to hear the good word in your diary BTW :D
 
Curvie Girlie said:
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Sigh. Kinky fun in a way, I asked him if he was talking dirty enough and he said, "Oh yeah--definitely dirty!" and laughed. I have remedial knowledge of Spanish so I definitely understood some of it....hahahaha.....Papi!
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LMAO!!!....you're sooooo FUNNY!~!! ...ayyyy PAPI!!! LMAO!!!:smilielol5:
 
Alta818 said:
Hmmmmmmm....the TASTE of those GET ME DROOLING!!! :)
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Hi honeychild!

Mmmmh....beer. :drooling:


OMG I got a text message from an online admirer who wants to meet me for dinner and BEER tomorrow, LOL! I'm gonna do it, he's a nice person and I'm gonna meet him at my favorite restaurant in Santa Cruz downtown. He's from Alabama but lives in San Jose most of the year! This should be interesting :cheers2:
 
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