When I made the decision to move down to Arizona, I realized that there were going to be a lot of things I would miss about the Northwest and more specifically, Washington. Sure, I would miss my friends, and I would miss the weather, but more specifically there are just some things you can't get out of the state. However, this past week Shanna discovered that Paradise Valley Mall just opened a Romy, which is my FAVORITE clothing store. There are only 9 of these boutiques and they are all located in Washington! I was so excited because it felt like home wasn't SO far away!
I didn't buy anything as I am still unemployed, but Shanna bought two dresses and will probably have pictures up in a couple weeks. They are SUPER cute!


Their website is still in the works
http://www.romystyle.com/default.asp

Remember the night we met? How could I forget, it was a cool spring night. I decided to go to Target, not knowing I would encounter something so great. My feet beckoned me to leave the store and go home. It was a long day at work and I was emotional. My head said "Trina be strong, go home." However, my heart screamed "SHOES!" That's right, if I would have listened to my head, we would have never met, and life would have ceased to exist. It was then that I turned the corner of the shoes department, my eyes locked on you and I knew. I paid no attention to the Isaac Mizrahi heals or the Mossimo peep toes that seemed to be jumping for my attention, I found you and nothing else mattered. You laid there so lost and alone, until I held you in my hands. We belong together. Everything started to make sense, colors seemed more vibrant, and dancing seemed possible.
Remember the great times, walks in the park, Saturday morning coffee dates, casual days of shopping and errands, let's not forget the pedicures? Remember the times I snuck you into work and hid you under my desk? You brought me so much temptation and comfort. But, you were getting old, and I still wanted you; I still needed you. I didn't want to let you go, even when you started losing your tread. Remember the time I slipped on the damp cement of that Mexican restuarant? I didn't want to believe everyone, when they told me I needed to be rid of you. I actually blamed myself, saying "that was just so Trina..." It wasn't me, it was you. Now, I just want to say, I've moved on. We can't be seen together, and people will talk. You'll make a fool of me. It's better if you move on too. You can be recycled and made into something else useful. Maybe then I'll want you again.

My old roommate Magin introduced me to this British comedian, her name is Catherine Tate. There were many-a-nights where the both of us would have long days, but somehow Ms. Tate got us out of our slump. I found this clip and just about died! Sorry if you don't think it's funny. Thanks Magin for the introduction!


via The Insider

My sister and I sat down to watch one of my favorite movies the other night, Love Actually. I saw this movie right when it came to theaters and remember thinking it was the dumbest movie ever. I made the mistake of sharing my opinion with one of my best friends and college roommate, who then started her quest of forcing me to watch it again, until I changed my mind. Thanks to Kjerstein, I now love the movie along with each of the British actors who stared in the film.
I am not a dancer. I like to bob my head in unison to the beat, maybe move my shoulders a little, but never at the same time. I have been coerced in to watching reality shows like "So You Think You Can Dance" and "Dancing With the Stars." I've laughed at movie trailers like Save the Last Dance, Stomp the Yard, Step Up, Center Stage, and although I'm not proud of it, I have seen each one. However, none of the actors in these movies quite capture the art of dancing like Hugh Grant.