The proof is in the pudding.

Well, I have done this celebrity look alike thingy at least three times and EVERY time it comes up that Beyonce is my celebrity look alike by at least 95%. And I'm not complaining because I think she's absolutely gorgeous.

Also, at least three times in the past three months I have been asked if I was Asian. Now don't get me wrong some of my favorite people are Asian but I just don't think I look like I am Asian...but apparently I do. The second person on my celebrity look-a-like thingy...Sammi Cheng, a Chinese singer. Wikipedia says, "Sammi Cheng Sau-Man is a Hong Kong Cantopop singer and actress. Having enjoyed much success in the Hong Kong music industry, Sammi has been known as a diva."

So, I look most like a black girl, a Chinese girl and then a White girl. haha.

AND...I see at least three divas in my list. Coincidence? haha. I love these things.

I want to embrace the ghettoness of life

Sometimes I just have a huge urge to just fully embrace my ghetto fabulosity.

I want earrings...gold ones with my name on them, or better yet a nickname. Gold earrings that say TwoTone.

I want a ring that is similar to brass knuckles, covers all of my fingers and says "Nicole" but in fantastic graffiti writing. (This one's going to happen people, Whitney's gonna design it for me. It pays to know a jeweler and a jewelry designer.)

I want to be pimpin' in 3D.

I almost bought an Apple Bottom fidora...I regret that I let it slip through my fingers.

All I seem to be able to listen to lately is hip hop and R&B. Kanye, Estelle, John Legend, Luda, Usher, R Kelly, you name it I'm listening.

I want a fake fur coat. Emphasis on the FAKE.

I want an afro again.

I want a traffic jam booty.

the amazing wonder that is boba.

I was lucky enough to have boba yesterday and today Debi asked me why I like boba so much. I didn't really have an answer for her so I thought about it and here are some of the many reasons that I LOVE boba.

A picture of my boba from yesterday. It's from my absolute favorite boba place, Boba Smoothie in Costa Mesa.



1. You can have boba in thai tea, in a slush (my particular favorite,) in a smoothie, on shaved ice.
2. You can choose from a ton of flavors. I am simple and stick to the strawberry slush but I actually heard a lady order a pineapple, banana, coconut, strawberry flavored item.
3. Boba is wonderful, smooshy, warm and awesome.
4. It's not good or bad for you.
5. It makes me smile.
6. Boba can be hard or soft...it'll get frozen if you get it in a slush or on shaved ice.
7. It's FANTASTIC.

Calling all men...

First, let me begin by saying this blog isn't directed at one particular person. So if you're thinking it must be about you...it's not...so stop it!

It seems to me that the more I observe guys my age it seems that they prefer to persue the 21 to 23 year old girls. Let me be perfectly clear, it's not that I am desperately seeking and looking for a man, I'm pretty content with my single status and willing to remain single rather than settle on a less than perfect mate.

But I'm constantly listening to my friends complain about meeting girls that don't want the same things in life. Your twenties are a huge time of change in your life and 21 to 28 is a huge difference. Often older girls who have a ton to offer are overlooked for the hotter, younger girl. If you're looking for someone with similar ideals it will probably help to search a bit closer to your age, especially in your twenties.

I look at who I was at 21 and who I am now and 21 year old Nicole would never recognize 28 year old Nicole. Just think of how much you have changed and then think of how much the 21 year old you're dating will change. Of course there are exceptions to every rule, but from what I see, there really aren't many.

I'm tired of listening to my friends being wounded men, stop barking up the wrong tree and make a better choice and then maybe, just maybe, you'll find the happiness you seek.

Oh and ladies it goes both ways...I'm just saying...

Daddy and Corre, perfect dinner mates

Tuesday night I had dinner with my dad and Corre. Just so happened that daddy was down to look at, (and fix,) my car. (Thanks Daddy!) I was already gonna have dinner with Corre so dad came along and Corre was lucky enough to meet my dad and spend an hour or so with him. My dad and I talked about all kinds of things; Corre listened mostly to a lot of old stories and some new ones. I think we all had a really good time; here are some highlights / things I didn’t really remember.

•My dad actually had a dog named “Sid Vicious”
•I want to go to a demolition derby
•My dad used to work on really, really expensive cars that I realize now that I had never heard of before or since. How about you? ever heard of a Pantera?
•Deacon was my favorite, the best shop dog ever. The guys used to hold me upside down and let the dog lick my face.
•I used to go to work with my dad a lot. I’m lucky I still have all of my fingers and toes. A six year old shouldn’t probably go to work with their dad when he owns a body shop with power tools, sharp things and chemicals that burn your skin off.
•I used to play house at my dad’s shop using an old truck bench seat as a couch and a piece of carpet as my living room.
•Another reason you shouldn’t bring your young daughter to work with you when you work at an auto shop: Snap On auto parts girls and other semi naked women plastered on the inside of every door.
•My dad has owned a lot of animals…A LOT.
•He still expects me to spread his ashes and the dogs together after he dies, (probably in Death Valley,)…God give me strength.
•My dad is an amazing hunter / fisherman.
•Corre is a really good listener.
•There are a lot of things that I still don’t know about the man I call dad. It’s so easy to forget that he had a life before Nicole and that it was really different.
•My dad had some shady acquaintances.
•Someday my dad’s going to live some place where there are no people and he has to go out and catch his food. And there he will be perfectly happy.
•I love my dad. I miss him when I don’t see him and I love visiting with him when I do.

Wednesday night dinner.

As I sit here eating my leftovers from BJ’s last night I can’t help but reflect on my dinner. Here are some of the highlights.

•Grilled Chicken Pasta – my recommendation for an amazing dinner / lunch leftover session
•It’s always entertaining when the man at the table across from your table has really long blondish hair and a tie dyed looking bandana tied around his head, kind of like an old guy that used to be a hippie and rides a Harley. It’s even more entertaining when he leaves the table and then comes back wearing with a fur hat with the ear flaps tied up.
•Sometimes it’s nice just to complain…and it’s nice if the person who’s with you just kind of lets you do it.
•On the flip side, complaining really gets you no where and there really is no point to it.
•As horrible as this may sound, it’s nice to find out that someone who rubs you the wrong way also rubs someone else the wrong way. It’s like confirmation that you aren’t crazy.
•Ghosts / spirits whatever you wanna call them, are a product of either the power of suggestion or psychological problems. This would make me an easily influenced psychologically unstable person who believes in supernatural things. (haha...not at all what I think or what was implied but it’s still pretty funny.)
•It’s a smaller world than you think…especially if you have lived in Corona for more than a year or two.
•God really does affect, influence and react to all of us differently. It’s really an awesome thing to know that our experiences are our own and that God has chosen to interact with each of us differently.
•If you listen you can learn a lot from someone else. They can teach you things about how they see the world and how that relates to God. Then you not only get to see a glimpse into who they are as a person but also a glimpse of the fact that God really is so much bigger than it all.
•Olympic divers have massive legs.
•There is no way to make a bad thing sound good, no matter how well you’re handling it.
•I talk a lot. Haha…shocker I know!
•Driving home with the windows down and Johnny Cash playing on your radio = one of the best things ever.

All in all...it was a good night.

When I think about the Olympics...

Michael Phelps comes to mind. Yeah, yeah, yeah he made Olympic history...blah, blah, blah...but has anyone happened to notice his body? I mean, c'mon...look at him.



I'm really not trying to be crass or anything like that, I am actually amazed that a person can train their body to perform like his does and to look like that. It makes me realize first, that we are amazing creations and second, that I need to start going to the gym. I mean let's face it, if you don't watch the Olympics and look at people like Phelps and 41 year old Dara Torres and think "Oh man...I could look like THAT!" Then I think you're probably not human, or you're already perfect and therefore extremely narcissistic.

Anyone up for a run after work??

My poor baby...

My sweet little dog had to have eight teeth extracted today. She's a sad baby.

The Flu Virus

I've had the wonderful flu virus since last Sunday. It's slowing killing my will to live. I take the following cocktail of medications daily.

1. Sudafed Cough and Cold
2. Cepacol Throat and Cough Lozenges with maximum numbing effect.(Best recommendation ever! Thanks Billy.)
3. Zicam
4. Doctor prescribed cough syrup
5. Nyquil

I know, I know. That's probably way too many medications for me to be taking but it all doesn't even help! I wonder if you take too many medicines if they start to cancel one another out.

Sigh...

The two new "men" in my life

I met the "men" of my dreams this weekend. Cody may be a bit hairy and Josef might just be a bit young but they were absolutely the sweetest and cutest guys I've met in a long time. Now I just have to figure out how to steal them both from Liz and Eric.