As time goes by....

So wow it really has been a long time since I updated my blog. Let's see let's recap the past month. Got a haircut, got married, went on my honeymoon, interviewed for a new position, didn't get it, offered a new position, and cleaned my apartment.

That's about it. Exciting....I know! Seriously though, married life is awesome. It's like having a boyfriend for life! Just kidding. Nothing is really different. Well that's not true. David doesn't know how to share a bed. Seriously...it sucks. I often times wake up to find myself holding on for dear life to the edge of the bed. While my beloved lays there spread eagle sleeping peacefully and comfortably. Not a care in the world. Sometimes I just gently move him back to his side of the bed, others I push him so hard I expect to see a David shaped hole in our bedroom wall.

We got a new mattress. It's a sleep number. All I can say is my mattress kicks your mattress' ass! It's so comfy. I don't wake up nearly as much as I used to. I used to do this thing where I would wake up to see what time it was. It was so annoying! It wasn't like I was having nightmares or anything, it was just because several times a night I HAD to know what time it was. Now? I sleep all the way through. I don't even know if Spanky tries to wake me up at 4:30 in the morning to be fed anymore. I'm too busy sleeping. At least until I feel like I am going to land on the floor...

So David and I are just settling in trying to get used to living together. People are so shocked to find out that we never lived together. I didn't realize it was such a foreign concept. For awhile I lived in my own apartment. Let me tell you, you really don't get to know yourself until you are dancing around your apartment in your underwear, singing along with the stereo turned up and drinking a cosmo. Maybe that was just me... Whatever I had fun! The point? I had time to be myself. To figure out me. You don't get that time when you live with someone.

I think the reason David and I rarely fight is because we both had so much time just to ourselves. I wouldn't change the fact that we never lived together for anything. To me if you move in together it number 1.) is bad juju. I know of like two couples who lived together and actually go married. Number 2.) It really is a huge step. One not to be taken lightly. David and I have a lifetime together. I never will get those years back. It worked for David and I. Also I am not a patient person, most people who live together seem to take a million years before they get married. I don't have that kind of time!

So that is pretty much it. What's been going on in my life. Oh, I have discovered Californication. What an awesome show! I'm so in love with it. I now have a crush on David Duchovny. I think it's because he reminds me a little bit of my David. Watch it. It's an awesome show. Do it now. Call your cable company and get Showtime if you don't already have it. It's like an extra $10 a month. It's worth it. Then you have access to Showtime On Demand. You'll be able to watch all of last season and the first two of this one. Do it now. Stop reading my blog. Seriously.

What did the daddy tomato say to the baby tomato when it started lagging behind? Ketchup son!

So it's been a little while since I updated what's going on. My last post wasn't at all angry. I was just venting and still waiting for that Blond neighbor to allow her dogs to poop in my yard and not clean up after them.

It's here! The start of the wedding craziness!!!!! Today is my Bridal Shower. I'm so excited to be having one. I can't wait. I wonder what sort of stuff Jessie and Carmen have up their sleeves? I can't wait to hang out with my friends and family and catch up. I want to like take a nap and wake up just in time to get ready!

Yesterday was my last day of work. I don't know how I feel. I actually got sad. I know I am going to be going back but I've never been gone for so long! A month. I won't be back until September 22nd. That's insane!!!! I really don't know what I am going to do with my time. I know I am going to be super busy between getting the house ready and visiting with family and then we will be on our honeymoon. Still though...not going to work for a month is definitely going to be weird!

I don't know if I will have time to update while the wedding craziness is going on but I will post a blog after the wedding for sure!

I can't believe I am going to be Mrs. Garcia in 6 days!!!!

And the people the people the people...

An open letter to the American Public.

Dear Citizens of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave,

I am so frustrated right now. People constantly moaning and groaning I suck at work I suck at life...yada yada yada. Do something about it! I understand that everyone is entitled to their right to bitch from time to time. Lately though it just seems like I'm surrounded by babies for lack of a better word. Wait hold on I found a better word Milquetoast. I'm surrounded by milquetoast. Is that the correct use of that word?

Oh my god! So what you didn't get the position you applied for. Go for another one! Gasp, that girl you met when you were drunk never called you back? It wasn't meant to be.

I myself have been guilty of the "Whoa is me" but I grew up. I think it's disgusting and pathetic that people older than me and married, unmarried, children, no children, fat, skinny, whatever complain about their lives.

If you want to know why your friends and family have no sympathy it's because you don't warrant it. You're completely spoiled and selfish and an utter waste of my mental energy. I have a headache just thinking about it. I have no way to escape it! I go to work, listen to people push the blame on other people instead standing up like an adult and say "You know what I messed up. I will try my best to never allow this to happen again."


I get onto myspace and there's like a thousand posts about people who are upset because "They will be alone forever." Here's something...Why does it matter? There is nothing wrong with being single. I was there! I was single for the majority of my life. Never had a boyfriend in high school. Never really had a boyfriend longer than six months in my early twenties. You know so much the better. You get to make mistakes and not end up breaking someones heart. You get to go out and have fun and not worry about someone being upset with you because you talked to someone else. Most of all you focus on you. How will you ever know who you really are and what you really want if you don't know yourself at all. If I hadn't been blessed enough to have met and fell in love with David I would've been okay. Why? More time for myself.

So please my fellow Americans. Wake up and smell the Venti no foam latte with a soupcon of cinnamon and get real. Grow Up!

Oh and to that lady who walks her two Dachshunds on my street, If you don't start picking up after your dogs I am going to take their poop and rub YOUR nose in it. You stupid blond wannabe Real Housewife of Orange County, tanorexic, eighties hair wearing, BIMBO!!!!!

Sincerely,
Megan Leigh Julia Cochran

Yay!!!!!!

I was supposed to have a Bridal Shower back on July 26th. Obviously that never happened. Why? Well since I am trying to be a more proper and polite lady I have chosen not to publicly humiliate that person. However if you would like to go out for a glass of wine I will be more than happy to fill you in. Ha.

One of my bridesmaids Jessie found out the whole story and has decided to throw me a shower for which I am very excited and touched!

It should be a very casual night with just a few friends and some good times. I myself never wanted a bachelorette party only a bridal shower. I was sad when the other one didn't happen, but this one I think will be more fun because Jessie is excited about planning it for me. I will write all about it and post pictures.

iMsad

So David and I decided to be adults and have decided against getting out iPhones. It's cool man! I am going to get the red blackberry. It's pretty!!!!!! Or maybe I will get something else. I haven't decided. So there you go. Coco Chanel will not be an iPhone.

The life of training a husband

So first of all I am not one of those "Wives" meaning a. I'm not a wife yet and b. I'm not trying to change David or even train him like a dog. I don't want to do either I really don't. Well that's not true I wouldn't change David except for a few minor details, close the cabinet doors, don't leave the toilet lid up, wipe up after you spill something, and rinse your plate don't just set it in the sink. You know normal things wives nag their husbands to do.

Last night David and I were sitting at the table eating our dinner. I am turning more and more into Santa Barbara each day because instead of watching t.v. I would prefer to talk. Those of you (well all four of you who read my blog) who know David (again the four of you who read my blog) know that this isn't hard to do. As a matter of fact I must write the creators of Patapon because that is the only time David stops talking and I can watch Martha in peace. That's an exaggeration but David does talk a lot.

So there David and I are enjoying our Primavera (yum!) and we were talking about getting old. I said something to David along the lines " Oh great I can see it now I will finally get you to start putting the toilet lid down and then bam! You won't remember because you'll be old and suffering from Alzheimer's." Well David found this really funny and told me I was a clever girl.

I said it as a joke, but I kind of meant it. I really think it will take me a good 60 years to get him to put the lid down and close the cabinet doors. Then I will get about a year when I don't have to nag, we will walk into the doctors office and they will inform David he has Alzheimer's. Oh man! I think I would give David permission to take a hot twenty something girlfriend so she could deal with it and I will just go spend all my time playing Bingo.

I didn't need a game to tell me.

So yesterday my parents bought a wii and the wii fit. I was eager to try out the wii fit because it looks like so much fun. So you set it up and it checks your weight and BMI. It also does a series of tests to find you center of balance and other stuff. Then it happens. There's your mii standing there and then this little scale comes up on the screen and scrolls through finally it stops. My mii blows up to like three times it's size and then the mean game tells me I'm obese. Like my self esteem couldn't get any lower until...

It decides to calculate my wii fit age. That's right it was 38! 11 years older...looks like I have a lot of work ahead of me! Stupid game.

iAmcool

It has always been a life long quest of mine to be cool. Seriously. That's why I started smoking. Only cool people do that. Am I wrong? That's why I started acting because I was going to become famous then everyone would want to hang out with me.

This is all an exaggeration. I never actually really cared about being cool. I started smoking because I wanted to learn how to blow smoke rings. I never did. Acting? Well it's just a thing that I happen to do.

Today however I believe (don't tell me otherwise) I have finally done it. I am a cool kid. David and I bought iPhones. It's amazing all you can do with it. You can call people. You can text people. It plays music. All phones do this I know...but this is an iPhone. It gets on the Internet.

I would go into further detail about my amazing new phone that has a touch screen and a GPS built in...IF I ACTUALLY HAD IT!!!!!!

It's on back order. They have no idea when it will be in. It could be a week it could be a month. David and I may have very well forked over all that money for a phone we may never see. Okay okay I know we will get it. I knew it was going to be popular. I knew I was going to have to wait to get it. I did not know however that it was going to be harder to get then the Hermès Birkin bag!

So right now somewhere in the Mac factory there is an iPhone that is waiting for me to take her home. I already named her...my iPhone's name is Coco Chanel because I am sure I will love it just as much as I love Chanel!

How I met your father

Just to clarify what the title of this blog means... no I am not pregnant. I wish. Really I do. One of our favorite shows is How I Met Your Mother so that is the meaning behind the title. This entry is about how David and I met and ultimately ended up together.

The first time I ever laid eyes on David was in the summer of 2002. I had just recently broke up with my boyfriend Jason because he moved to Florida and was a swinging single gal who also unfortunately was lusting after a bartender name Joey. I don't want to think about that part....moving on.

I pulled into work at Borders. I really did love my job. To this day I still miss it. I worked with this girl named Jess. Now she never really warmed up to me. I really did want to be friends with her but it never happened. I walked up and noticed that Jess was talking to this guy who I knew must've been her boyfriend. His back was to me and he seemed to be really worked up about something because he was talking with his hands. I also noticed he had a cigarette in his hand which I found to be odd because as far as I knew Jess didn't smoke. So I had to walk in between them and of course I didn't want to be rude so I said "Hi." I was just about to flick my own cigarette when he turned around.

I am serious when I say this...The most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes upon. He was a smoker, he had tattoos and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I wanted him immediately. I still had a portion of my cigarette left so I stood there awkwardly finishing it all the while trying to stare at him without pissing off my coworker.

David would come in from time to time to say hi to Olivia who was his friend and a coworker of mine. It always made my day when he would come in because I would get a glimpse of the most handsome guy I had ever seen. There's men like Brad Pitt and George Clooney who undeniably are really attractive on film. Then there's real men like my David. Put me in a room with Brad or David and I would ultimately choose David. I really would!

So there came a time when Jess quit Borders. David came in less and less. Then I got fired from my job and didn't see him for years.

Until I discovered the downtown Fredericksburg bar scene. Courtesy of my former friends Young and Seneca.

Every now and then I would see David. Always with a different girl might I add. Now at this point in my life I had discovered something. I could actually attract men. Not because I was hot mind you...because I had the liquid courage and a total a complete lack of disregard to my self worth. I had become "that girl."

Every time David would come into a bar I would try to get up the courage to go up to him and start talking. It never happened. I just watched from afar. I even went to Hard Times to meet up with some friends and David was there with Olivia. I thought to myself "Number One I haven't seen Olivia in a long time. Number two I finally would have a reason to strike up a conversation with David." Sadly I just continued to drink with my two friends. One of which was my exboyfriend Jason.

This went on forever. Finally one night everything almost fell into place. I was at the Tavern with Young and Seneca. We were drinking and having fun. Unfortunately I had befriended this total psycho guy who we called "Crazy Irish Man." He had taken a liking to me and wouldn't leave me alone. God I wish I had never talked to him. Anyways, David was there with Brandon. I was sitting on one side of the bar and David and Brandon were sitting on the other. Seneca was wasted, Young seemed to be bothered about something and I was dealing with Crazy Irish Man.
Out of nowhere Seneca is sent a shot and Young and I both realize who it is from. He gets mad because David starts hitting on his girl. I get sad because I don't have a boyfriend and I have been watching this guy from afar trying to get the courage to say more than just "I used to work at Border's too."

David invites Seneca over to his apartment. Young really gets mad and rightfully so. Seneca says "Meggie will protect me. She'll be like my Guardian Angel." Crazy Irish Man says " I want to go too." I say "No." I didn't want my first time hanging out with him to be with Seneca who has a boyfriend but might do something she regrets and Psycho Crazy Irish Man.

Nobody went over to David's that night. I went to sleep that night wishing I had. The next night I was bored and did something I never did. I went to the Tavern alone. It was pretty late and no one was really there. I just wanted to get a beer and not be alone. I sat down and there he was. Of course he was talking to two girls and I wasn't about to wander over and initiate a conversation. So I had two beers and as I was about to order another when I noticed David asked for his tab. I thought "You can do this. You have walked up to guys before and started talking to them. You can do this." So I asked for mine too. By the time I got mine and gave my card and got it back David had already left. So I thought "Oh well it isn't meant to be." I walked out the door and there he was. He was in the middle of the parking lot turning around to go back in. Before I knew it I said "So did anyone end up going back to your place last night?" Weird question...

We started talking. I went back to his place and we've never been apart. That was May 28th, 2006. And that is the story of how I met the love of my life.

David I love you and I always will always still be shocked that I am the one you chose to be your wife.

Why can't I have some crazy rich aunt?

In preparation for the move that David and I will be doing in roughly 9 months, I have been doing research.

P.O.D.S they sounded perfect. They drop it off you pack it up they transport it across country and will even store it. They will do all of that for $4600. I am sure the guy that was giving me a quote must've had a laugh because I actually did start coughing when he gave me the total. I didn't even ask about the AAA discount because I am sure that it is 10% which is nice but David and I will need to also pay for first and last months.

Penske they are probably the route we will go. They have a discount for AAA members and it's like $1600 for a truck. Of course we will have to take into consideration gas and hotels and all of that nonsense. Whatever...we will be on our way to Seattle so I really couldn't care less!

In discussing this matter with my parents Santa Barbara pointed out that all of the furniture that is in our apartment is hand me downs. She then said "I am sure you will get money for the Wedding so why don't you use that to buy all new furniture."

I am not a big shopper. In fact I feel I am a let down to my entire sex because I did not get that shopping gene. Something in me snapped! I immediately started dreaming of the looks of the apartment in Seattle. Something sophisticated, classic, and most importantly drop dead gorgeous.

So all this morning I have been online looking at furniture. I am almost certain David doesn't care as long as he is comfortable. Now my love has always wanted a recliner. I haven't wanted to put one in our place because I don't like the way they look. That is until I saw the Charlotte on the La-Z-Boy website. It is the perfect compromise. It's a recliner but totally doesn't look like one. So David gets his recliner and I get the look of the room I am going for. Now the only thing that frightens me is the price. They don't have them listed on the website. That makes me worry.

Santa Barbara told me to go ahead and invest in that furniture because it would be better than buying a new couch from Ikea every couple of years.

So I have chosen out the living room furniture. All the colors are black and grays. I love that they are neutral without being "Beige." So now I am really looking forward to moving because I can't wait to redecorate. Oh and they have the most adorable prints at La-Z-Boy. They have one with little boats and then there's one with little crabs and shells. So perfect for a little cottage on the beach!

Now on to the bedroom!!!!!!!

Hmm...

So there is a lady on Oprah right now that has a fear of dolls. I must say I understand this. I myself get creeped out by dolls not to the point where I would tell my child (if I have one) that they can't have one. She is freaked out of dolls like I am scared of spiders.

One step for Meggie One giant leap for the Garcia's! :)

So yesterday I started thinking about moving to Seattle. How much I look forward to moving there and walking around the city. Drinking coffee at all the different coffee houses and absorbing all the art and culture that makes it such a unique city.

Seattle...The Emerald City...Le sigh. I have been to that wonderful place more often than I can count. I spent an entire summer there when I was 16. I can't even remember the first time I went out there. I can however tell you how I have always felt at home and felt truly at ease. Whenever I go on a trip out there to visit family, as happy as I am, I immediately get sad because I know that in a few precious days I will have to leave.

When I was 23 I had the chance to move there. My brother had been living out there for a few years and had been working for a company that he was really happy with. A job opened up and I flew out for an interview. My brother drove me around and introduced me to his notorious best friend Michael Howard. I had a nice weekend hanging out with my brother seeing the Seattle that you only can see if you live out there or know someone who lives out there.

I got the job. I got back on the plane. I said to my brother " I will see you in a week." I never went back. I freaked out and had an anxiety attack. I was scared of leaving my family. As miserable as I was and as much as I hated this town. I couldn't leave my parents.

I have looked back and kicked myself many many many times. Sure things happen for a reason. Less than a year after I would've moved out there the company was bought out by another cell phone company. I would've been jobless, freaking out about possibly being evicted and my parents wouldn't have been just a few miles away. Most importantly I would've never got engaged to David.

Now last year my brother got married. I went out for a week to attend the wedding. The combination of that and two of my favorite shows (Frasier and Grey's) awakened in me my desire to go to the place I belong.

Before I wanted to move to New York; before San Diego; even before Europe, there was Seattle. The beautiful skyline, the fresh air, the melting pot of cultures...just every single thing about that place I love. I do things I would've never done before. I've been skiing, hiking, and on a boat. Yes on a boat. Me the girl who gets seasick when the water in the glass sloshes.

So David and I decided that we wanted to move to someplace new. Get a fresh start as a married couple. This town has nothing left to offer us. Seattle will obviously never come to us. We have to go to it. I decided to take a leap. Karla (my sister in law) works at the call center for TMobile. I filled out an application yesterday. Today when I came home there was an email with an assessment test to take. After the math and the simulated calls and testing my efficiency in Microsoft based programs, I was told that I would hear back in 48 hours what the next course of action would be.

Luckily when you fill out the application it ask when you would be available so I chose 7-12 months. Our lease in our apartment is up in April and I just want to pack everything up and on April 1st, 2009 head on out west like the pioneers before us.

It will be hard to leave the good friends that I've made here. It will be difficult to leave my parents. Besides Santa Barbara and Santa Mel will be out there in a few years. Honestly though with David and I getting married; I just feel like moving and saying goodbye would close a chapter in our life that is waiting to be closed. I don't want to stand still anymore. I want to live again. Maybe things won't be any different out there than they are here. We won't know until we go. If all else, I can just go walk around Pike Place Market with a cup of coffee in one hand and the love of my life in the other.

David's Bridal for David's Bride

So today was my day off. I am getting close to crunch time so I no longer have "days off" they are now days to do Wedding stuff. It's all good because I love every minute of it.

Today I needed to go get my Catholic/Day Wedding dress. It will also double as my party gown at the Reception. Katie and Olivia I am sure you will love it! Now my formal "Evening" dress is long and looks very 1930's. I named it Lydia. I have a thing about naming things. My Catholic/Day/Party Wedding gown is name Carrie. My mother kept telling me that it was very Sex and the City. My mother Santa Barbara mind you has never seen SATC. It's way to graphic and raunchy for her. But that's what she decided it reminded her of.

The original dress I was looking at was actually a Bridesmaid dress. When I tried it on I thought this is nice. Very simple very classic. Nope...not meant to be. I was going to have to special order it. It would arrive September 3rd which wouldn't do me any good because...the Catholic ceremony is August 30th. Hmm...

So I went and looked at Wedding Gowns. I was convinced I wouldn't find anything I was looking for. But I found it. I tried it on and I thought Wow!!!! My mom loved it. The lady at David's Bridal loved it. It was that simple.

I also picked out my shoes and the Bridesmaid shoes. Then I tried on my veil.

Now my mom has been very good during this whole process. She hasn't cried once. I was looking at Veils and put one on. I put it over my face and my mom looked at me and jokingly made a crying face. Then she started crying for real. I didn't know what to do? Do you know we couldn't find any tissue anywhere? Until we left.

Side note...Ladies let me tell you, even though I was in street clothes there's something about a veil. Best accessory ever!

All in all it was a good day. I still need to get my under roos. But everything is falling into place. I made up my mind to go with the flow and its worked out. You just have to let everything go. I mean had I been able to get that first dress I wouldn't have tried on the "Carrie." It's way better, way prettier, and way more Bride like. That's my advice to everyone. Have a long engagement and just go with the flow. My cousin gave my brother this advice at his rehearsal. "When all is said and done at the end of the day you will be married." And that really is all that matters. I will be spending the rest of my days with the love of my life.

And two think two years ago I couldn't even get up the courage to talk to him. So I watched him from afar. And now? He will be Mr. Megan Cochran. Hehehehehe...

Ring Shopping

I had yesterday off, which is a rare occurrence because I work at Best Buy. Having a Saturday off in the retail industry is unheard of. Having all day off yesterday David and I decided to be productive. We went and looked at rings.

So pretty...so sparkly...I wanted to give them all a good home. I must've looked at a thousand rings before I found it. It's so pretty. I want to wear it now!!!! I however have to wait 89 more days until I can wear it forever!

Now as any girl does when she gets engaged you spend all your waking time thinking and daydreaming what you want your wedding ring to look like. Hell I even dreamt what I wanted my ring to look like. I have been on countless websites looking at the different rings out there and nothing really screamed "I'm yours take me home!" Sure they were all pretty in their own ways. Everything was just too commercial.

Now those that may not know me all that well may not know this...but I have been described as an "unusual girl" on many many many occasions. I have also had a friend tell me point blank that they had no idea how to deal with me because they had never met someone like me before. I'm just me. I am who I am. So you could possibly maybe now understand why I was having a hard time finding a ring that seemed to suit me.

I found it though. As a matter of fact all three of us David, myself, and the woman working in the jewelry counter agreed that that was a perfect fit. It was like as soon as I slipped it on my finger the clouds parted and little angels came down from heaven and started serenading us with music that is usually saved for people who find the Holy Grail.

It's lovely. It's simple, elegant and not too flashy. It's white gold with little baby diamonds around the top and bottom of the ring. I love it. I want it now!

We even found David's ring. He actually tried on several different rings before we found his. He really liked his as well. So we told the lady to write down the information and that we would be back later on that week to purchase the rings.

Then we left and last night I just kept thinking about my beautiful ring and how sad it must be to be left in the store and not worn on my finger. 89 more days though...Then like David the ring will officially be mine forever!

Sex and the City part 2

So last night I went and saw the SATC movie. I loved it! As a matter of fact I think that it was a perfect way to wrap up the show. The only downside was I wish Charlotte would've been in it more. She's my favorite. While it was on the long side and fairly predictable overall it was enjoyable.

You could also tell who was going to see the film. All of the girls were dressed up and had their best shoes on. Even I was guilty. I believe I had and eyegasm from all the beautiful costumes. They even spiffied up Miranda. Leaving the film I felt content and finally feel that the fab four can rest peacefully.

It really was the perfect end for a great show.

Sex and the City

So I just thought I would let everyone know that I am on my way to see SATC. While I am not a devoted hardcore fan who would sit there every night it was on with a Cosmo in one hand and my Manolo's in another. Side note... It's true I have a pair. I love them. They are lovingly referred to as "The Girls." I did love the show and own 5 of the seasons on DVD. I don't know why but I haven't gotten around to buying part 1 and 2 of season 6.

I can't wait to see the film. I have avoided all spoiler alerts. I hope I won't be disappointed. My favorite character was Charlotte. Who was yours?

I will stop in later and give my review. I hope it is better than Indiana Jones. I wasn't disappointed in Indy but I thought it could have been better. Stay tuned....

Simply put...Dina Lohan is a horrible mother.

Like I said in my first blog, Dina Lohan is first on my list. As an avid reader of perezhilton.com I often read about Mrs.Lohan. I thought "Hey Perez, maybe you can be a little harsh on Orange Oprah or aka Dina Lohan." I also thought about how hard it must be to be a single mother.

When I heard that they were getting their own show I thought to myself, this was her chance to set the record straight. Everyone talks about what a horrible mother she is. While I do know that children will ultimately do what they want, she has to share in the blame of the sadness that is the life of the Lohan children.

Case in point...I caught the last half of the "reality" show called Living La Lohan or as I am now referring to it as "Child Protective Services Exhibit E." Get it? It's because it's on Channel E! I digress, I watched it because there was nothing else on. None of my old standbys Friends, Frasier, Will & Grace, Everyone Loves Raymond, or The Golden Girls. So I watched it.

I grew up with a wonderful mom. Her name is Barbara. If she were a Saint in Spanish she would be Santa Barbara. Now she wasn't an overwhelmingly devoted mother. She did a good job because she was the perfect balanced. Nurturing and better figure it out for yourself. Loving and I will not always be here to save you. What a mother should be.

My father was a damn good father as well. Help fight my battles but also kick me in the tail when I needed it. Again my parents were awesome. Wait they still are awesome. I love my parents.

Damn again I digress... I watched the episode that aired on Sunday and was disgusted. Dina Lohan had the perfect opportunity to show people that we are all to quick to judge. Alas she failed.

I don't know how many of you saw it but here's a run down on what happened. First her 13 year old daughter Ali (I don't know if that is the correct age or the correct spelling nor do I care because it's not Lindsay) had to beg her not to wear an outfit because it was so sheer you would've seen everything. Then she goes out to like some party or club and is like that woman you see at every bar/club desperately clinging onto what's left of her youth.

Meanwhile...the kids come home from like the mall or something only to find out (after a call to 911) there was an electrical fire. While the kids were waiting for the fire department to come they try calling their mother. She never answered her phone. Nor could they leave a message because her mailbox was full. They finally get through to her by calling the driver. He then tells her what is going on. She calls her kids and they say "We are fine but we need to get an electrician out her now."

Dina Lohan gets off the phone and tells her friends what happened and continues to party. Nice. No wonder Lindsay lives on the opposite side of the country. So this is why I think she is a horrible mother. Her house was on fire and it still wasn't enough to take her away from the party. That's really lame. When I was little I got scared and convinced my brother that a black widow was in our house. My parents were having dinner at the Officers Club. They dropped everything and came home. And that was just a spider which as it turned out was just a Daddy Long legs. I was like 5 when this happened.

I know I can't be the only one who feels this way. It made me very sad. It made me want to share Santa Barbara and Santa Mel with the Lohan kids. So they could know what it's like to have a loving family.

I'm not saying she doesn't love her kids. I am being a little melodramatic by calling her a bad mother. I just saying stop partying and watch after your children. You already had one that went to the dark side. I only hope it doesn't happen again.

Fisher Price Blog

So this is my first blog. Well except for the one on myspace. But myspace is a place for friends and so I guess this is a place to write. I should start getting ready to go to work but I thought I would stop in and write my very first blog.

This is where I will express my thoughts on anything and everything. In saying that, it would lead you to believe that I am a very opinionated person. I am but not in the disagreeable way. These future writings will be about everything from my love/loathe of reality television (Oh that's right Dina Lohan you are first on my list) to my frustration with people at work & my wedding.

That's right, if any of you read davidcgarcia.com I am that girl. The one who won the toilet seat argument. David is the love of my life and we will be getting married very very soon. I will be writing about my adventures in planning my wedding. Which so far has been very easy going and pleasant because I have decided that I will not turn into a Bridezilla.

So if you choose to read any further...Welcome to my blog!