Bring It On

I am watching Bring It On for the first time in years. Don't judge, it's a Sunday night where I feel crappy and it was on Encore. Yay for DVR.

Anyway, I was immediately reminded of how much of a massive crush I had on this guy.




Constantly wearing headphones, plays the guitar, in love with the clash, makes music mixes for his crushes, dark and handsome....


No wonder all these years later I fell hard for this one.

Adventure Number 526: Registering

Editors Note: I promised Mike I would not, under any circumstances, post again until he had. I reminded him of all of the praise that he got from his last post and pushed him to write again. But he has refused. And so I found this in the annals of the unpublished works of Michael W. Lau, dating all the way back to last June. It is unfinished, but it still made me giggle. Enjoy.


A few weekends ago Whitney and I decided that we were going to tackle one of the big items off of our to do list. We decided we were going to register. Little did we know what a big deal this was going to be. After a couple grueling days, multiple big gulps, two packages of dots, and one jr cheeseburger from Wendy's we were somewhat registered.

The first obstacle was deciding where we were going to register. The list of places we had was ridiculously long. It felt like we were reading war and peace. It ranged from Pottery Barn to Toys'R'Us to Walmart to Versaci to Costco to Wendy's to Radio Shack to hundreds of others. She had her favorites and I had mine. So in order to decide where we were going to register we did it in the most civilized way possible, a staring contest, quick me and you. Well as we all know I suck at staring contest and she got 3 out of the 4. I think she let me have the last one cuz she felt bad.

After we decided where we were going to register the next challenge we faced was agreeing on what to register for. She was adamant on having a china set by Kate Spade while I really wanted a Martha Stewart set. Needles to say we went with the Kate Spade set after security had to come and make her release me from a headlock. In the end we went with most of her choices due to the violence inherent in the system.

Bingeing and Purging

Most of you know I like to shop. I blame it partly on my mom. She is one of the most stylish women you will ever meet. I swear there is a gene she passed down that makes me crave clothes and shoes and handbags (at a discount, of course). This gene did not start to express itself until I was in college, but nevermind the time lapse, I can say now that I am officially addicted to a good deal (the more off the retail price, the better).


I went on a purge of shopping last month. I sold a bunch of clothes up in the Haight and I decided to hold myself to a little contract I wrote on a post-it note. No buying clothes or shoes for 1 month. Simple enough.

I told my mom about this little experiment. Her reaction..."but this is the best time for sales!" Touche. (Side note: My mom does encourage me to save my money! She is not always devil's advocate.) (Side note 2: Mike is a really good analyzer of purchases. I usually ask his advice and he is good at talking me out of purchases I will regret and letting me know when he knows I'll really like something. Sometimes though I just go for it.)
I made it 3 weeks into my 4 week stint. The breaking point was this email in my inbox.

The email was opened at 11:04 AM and I went directly to kate spade's website at 11:05 AM and then called the store at 11:06 AM. Seeing that the skirt I had eyed for months was an additional amount off, I knew I couldn't hold out one more week for fear it would sell out. I took my lunch a little early and went over to the store. I ended up with earrings, necklace, skirt and shoes. Oops. Talk about falling off the wagon.

For the 4th of July Mike and I went down to Huntington Beach. We were planning on going to Disneyland on the 3rd, but then opted out the night before due to the local's warning of 2 hour lines. (boo!) So guess where we went on Friday...South Coast Plaza. Bad news. No major damage there, although I did find two skirts at Zara that were more than half off, not bad. Plus they count as work skirts too -- hooray!

Corey picked us up and we went to her favorite DSW. Trouble. What am I supposed to do with 70% off designer shoes? Buy two pairs. (I saved $700!)

Then on Saturday, Gilt Groupe had John Varvatos for Converse where the perfect navy trench coat appeared. I thought about it for a while, showed it to Corey and got her approval. (San Francisco is perfect trench weather!) It was added to the cart and the next thing I knew I had made another purchase.

Last week was Gilt Groupe's final clothing and accessories sale. I knew I could not keep myself away from this either. The deals are too incredible. I got a handbag that was $1,100 for $168. And two pairs of shoes (where to put all of these shoes!?)

Needless to say, I fell off the wagon. Hard. And I will admit I am now sick of shopping (no, really).

But this week on Friday is the Nordstrom sale. Oh No.

P.S. I am an enabler. (thanks Corey!) If anyone wants a Gilt Groupe invitation, let me know. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Polaroid Kitteh

UP

I have posted through many social networking mediums that everyone must see UP. If you don't believe me, just read the Rotten Tomatoes reviews.

This is one of my favorite movies I've seen in a long time. It was touching and hilarious and the message resonated with me. Go see it!

After much prodding

Came the blog post.

Although I think Mike's posts are funnier, here's an attempt to bring you up to speed. Where to start?

Well the first bit of news is that we got a cat. This isn't your basic run of the mill crazy hissing cat. Born in Austria (no joke) this cat came with a pedigree chart and the most beautiful coat I have ever seen. He has the sweetest temperament and he will grow to be around 22 pounds. He is only 9 months old and already 14.5. I know most of you aren't cat people, but Sebastian is a special one that might just change your mind. He is a pure-bred Maine Coon and he acts more like a dog than a cat. We have had so much fun with him the past couple of months.

I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I am slightly obsessed with this cat. His new trick is to chase a laser pointer dot around the whole apartment. It is quite hysterical.










Our iPhones are full of cat pictures. I guess you really could call this parent training, just on a much smaller scale.

Second bit of news is that I passed the California bar. It was such a relief and to celebrate we went to an asian fusion restaurant with my mom and gary in Redwood City and then off to Wolverine, which we liked, but not as much as Star Trek.

Third bit of news is that I have a real grown up job. I have a lot of Office Space moments and I sometimes have to eat cookies to keep me sane. It's a hard transition as I knew it would be, but I do get to do interesting things and they aren't working me to hard with the slow economy which is nice so I can ease in to it.

Fourth bit of news is that Mike and I need to take more pictures of other things besides our cat. I was asking Mike if we had any other pictures of things we've done...the answer is no, not really. So here are some oldies but goodies.

Me & Kermit in DC:

Two honey moon shots at Mashimoto's Shaved Ice:

Our apartment after we brought in all the wedding gifts when we moved to CA in January:


Mike's attempt at braiding my hair:

At the California Academy of Sciences:




The fog rolling in shot from the tower of the De Young:


That's all for now...more to come. And we'll be better, I promise.

There are many reasons to love April

It really is the best month. Why?

--Final 4
--Opening Day: Baseball starts!
--Easter
--Tulips
--Blossoms
--Spring wardrobes
--Yellow
--Bunnies
--New kittehs
--Plenty of wholeshome shun-shine
--Spring break (growing up)
--General Conference
--Patriots Day (cry!)
--Boston Marathon (sadness!)
--No more spring forward in April
--And my favorite: My birthday.

Do you need any more proof?

(We're going to neglect to mention Tax Day)

So so so

I think y'all should follow Mike and I on twitter. I joined a couple months ago and I have started to become addicted. I barely update my status anymore on facebook -- plus the new setup is lame.

My friend @NatAttack just blogged about this, but I agree with her, twittering is more fun than blogging (sometimes). No worries, we will keep updating this, but Mike's and I's tweets are pretty entertaining if we do say so ourselves.

@wlau and @mwlau

How easy is that to remember?

I'm Sorry Lisha

Mikey made the bed today. You can show Ricky this picture to show him how a proper bed should look.

TV Guide

First off sorry for my absence from the blog I've been pretty busy being Mr mom.  Second my wife is awesome.  I say that for the reason that she's so much fun and spontaneous.  For instance we were walking to the grocery store the other day to find some lunch and she decides she wants to walk like a robot.  Here's the proof.

It really is never a dull moment with her.

And finally on to the blog post...

Back in the single years I really wasn't one for too much television.  I mean I'd watch my sports but other than that I never had a TV schedule per say.  I'd never had to be home to make sure I'd catch a show.  If I missed it oh well.  Now that I'm married I've been introduced to scheduled TV watching.  We have our weekly shows that we watch and we never miss them thanks to our little DVR.  Ever since the fall I've been introduced to the lives of the upper east side students, Coach Taylor and the Dillon Panthers, fashion guru Tim Gunn, Simon, Paula, Randy, Kara, and a girl that works for Diane Von Furstenburg (I actually don't watch the City it's the only show I can't stand).  Now the manly part of me says that this is just so I can spend time with the girl I love but deep down I'm starting to get into the shows even though I'll never admit this to Whitney (I guess I just did).

I want to know what's going to happen to Chuck Bass next.  I want certain people cut from Project Runway because they suck at fashion. I want Tim Riggins to go to college. Also the judges on American Idol are idiots and don't know what real talent is. Five years ago I'd never even known who Tim Gunn was let alone watch a show that he hosts.  I'm slowly getting sucked into a weekly TV habit and I think I'm kinda starting to like it. 

XOXO 

Gossip Girl