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!