tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13768563740775088232012-01-20T15:41:33.135-08:00Going from Rock-n-Roll Life to Rock-n-Roll WifeStellanoreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-27451025974522221032010-10-07T19:56:00.000-07:002010-10-08T08:53:48.713-07:00

It's taken me two years, one wedding anniversary and one upcoming wedding anniversary to realize that I'm not a fan of anniversaries.  This has nothing to do with my wonderful husband.  It has to do with the fact that I am just not a fan of special days. I feel the same way about birthdays (my own, anyway) and New Year's Eve.  I hate them.  Despise them.  They always get built up in my mind (

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As it turns out, Fall is the only season I have really missed during these five years of living in Los Angeles.  I suppose that's why I got married in October, which to me, is the essence of Autumn.  The leaves begin to change...a chill creeps up in the air...the fireplaces begin to burn the wood that has been dried all summer long...the sky turns a crisp blue hue... At least, technically. In

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Her name is Lydia Rose.  Born on April 6th at 4:06p.  And...she's my very own goddaughter.  I've never had one before. I've also never been so surprised, flattered and honored all in the same moment. I'm a godmother! And I will strive to be the very best. Glamour Shot Here are the top five reasons why I already know Lydia is going to be the coolest (and cutest) godkid ever: 1.  She has family

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That's what us SoCal-ians have been doing this past month.  A few weeks ago there was a 4.4 "shaker" at 4:04a that about tossed me out of bed.  Then yesterday there was a 7.2 "roller" that originated all the way down in Baja, Mexico.  I prefer rollers to shakers, but really, I'll take a tornado any day over an earthquake.  At least there's warning and you can hide from it. The oddest thing about

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just as iTunes is the new record store. Likewise, Alison is the new Meg, just as The Dead Weather is the new White Stripes. And The Raconteurs? Well, they were just a transition. A beautiful one, at that. And more to come from this one.  The new PJ Harvey, if you will.

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I never really understood the hype of St. Patty's Day.  I guess if you're Irish it makes sense to celebrate, but otherwise, it's just an excuse to party.  To me, why wait?  If you want to go out and get your drink on, just do it.  No need to wait for a special day. The older I get, the busier I get and the busier I get, the less I can just tear it up on any ol' weekday.  Tonight, I will be

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I thought I was going for another routine eyebrow wax from my favorite esthetician.  Then I quickly remembered that nothing is routine when you're living in Los Angeles.  As if the bottle of Chianti (which I helped myself to) and the good company was not enough, I hung out (and made out) with Orlando Bloom's dog.  Her name is Lilly and she is awesome. One Degree of Separation Just a few weeks

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It was just the other day when the depressing factor set in that there are no more real record stores in existance.  I've known this for quite some time, obviously, but the concept recently hit me hard.  I'm not talking old vinyl shops...they still exist, I know.  And we love vinyl.  But that's more of a vintagey fun thing...and only certain albums do we want to hear all scratchy and retro and

Stellanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-80145593880066373922010-02-26T22:44:00.000-08:002010-02-26T22:51:53.877-08:00

So, my husband has this thing where he likes to pretend he's not tired when, really, he's exhausted and falling asleep mid-conversation.  I tell him time and time again that he's narcoleptic...he doesn't believe me and tells me he doesn't fall asleep when I say he does.  (Because I have nothing better to do but lie about when he falls asleep.) Anyway, so we're chilling out, gearing up for our

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I thought I might turn into a pumpkin last night when the clock struck twelve as I proceeded on to my next glass of Meritage.  No way, Jose'.  Much to my surprise, I watched the minute hand go around the clock at least two more times before I hit the hay. I am not too proud to admit that I just can't swing it like I used to on a school night  Not only am I more of a lightweight than I used to be

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What was a relaxing week of me time while the hubby was in New York on business ended with 48 hours of hell...  A beautiful bouquet of flowers from my Valentine turned into a poisonous and toxic treat for my cats... I snuck out of work (on time, this time) to enjoy an evening alone with my kitties.  They greeted me at the door all healthy and happy, ready to cuddle and love.  PJ's were in

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I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink No,no,no I'm so tired I don't know what to do I'm so tired my mind is set on you I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do You'd say I'm putting you on But it's no joke, it's doing me harm You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain You know it's three weeks

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It was weird spending Valentines Day alone this year.  Don't get me wrong...most of my February 14th's have been dateless and alone and it hasn't been a problem.  I actually think that not having someone and being alone is sometimes easier than missing the one you have and being alone.  As a singleton, I would have embraced the day for all it was worth and not missed a beat.  But with me being

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So after thirty years of calling itself "Music Television", MTV finally dropped the tagline off of its logo.  Correct me if I'm wrong, but even back in the Beavis & Butthead days of the mid-90's the only "music" on MTV was in the middle of the night.  I specifically remember trying to stay up extra late just so I could catch the latest Jane's Addiciton "Been Caught Stealing" video...or to catch

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-476608183209212752009-06-16T21:04:00.000-07:002009-06-16T21:32:28.922-07:00

Top 10 Missesfamilyautumnland/fields/meadowsrippy's on dempseys nightsquiet nights with crickets & starsthe lush green landscapethunderstormsfree parkingthat small town feelTop 10 Don't Missesthe nasty, nasty humiditytornadoeswinter/ice/road & school closingsthe band guy smiles (or lack thereof) and hairstyleschain restaurants/lack of ethnic cuisinebugs everywhere, all the timecookie cutter

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You know you're flying into LAX when Diane Lane, her husband Josh Brolin, an Al Pacino + Robert De Niro look alike and an ex-con who was actually on a plane to Alcatraz when Bobby Kennedy had the place shut down in 1963 are all on board your humble little Southwest Boeing 737. Living in California has completely tired me from airline travel.  Who wants to take an entire day hopping planes and

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It's rare that you have a chilly, damp, dreary, rainy day in SoCal.  One can actually get sick of the perfectly sunshiney and 85 degree days so much so, that a wet one is often welcome.We don't really have heat in our apartment (most don't out here) and it's 65 inside.  My nose is running and I am bundled up.  Ironically, I remember the days of my Michigan childhood where 55 degrees marked "I

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It's Monday and I'm still recovering from Saturday night's antics.  I'm clearly out of practice.The hubby had a show at On The Rox on Sunset.  It has been almost seven years since Ciaobella and I paid that place a visit.  The funny thing was, it remained so unchanged that I felt like I was just there.  Except that last time we were partying with the likes of Andy Dick, Ron Jeremy, Brittany Murphy

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Over the past three months a lot has changed.  And that's an understatement...I had nervous breakdowns through the rest of the wedding planning process.  I hated it.  But ended up having the most perfect wedding (day) ever.  I am a master planner.I became a wife.  There's something very refreshing about that.  Although I still can't bring myself to refer to BFE as "my husband".  Just saying the

Stellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-55250560805793128592008-08-13T22:34:00.000-07:002008-11-20T19:56:30.078-08:00

On one hand, I'm not very excited about turning thirty tomorrow.  On the other, I'm embracing it for all it entails and loving it.  But it's quite strange to think that I'll never be twenty-something again.  If anyone could say they've had a "successful" bout of their twenties, I can.  There was love, lust, deceit, betrayal.  Lots of laughter, tears, successes and failures.  A college degree, a

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The wedding planning is starting to get to me. It's overwhelming me from the inside out. And I'm a planner! How can this happen?!I'll tell you how. Because it's a complete clusterf**k of nonsense details that consume your life for nine months and then take up about six hours total of your life in one day. And then it's over. Done. The end. After all that.I'm beginning to wonder if I

Stellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-32682886880157455362008-07-07T17:40:00.000-07:002008-07-08T18:14:40.116-07:00

A holiday weekend is always a hit when you can squeeze in a little bit of relaxation, a little bit of productivity and a little bit of party all into one sacred, three days.My 4th of July holiday was a hit for sure.It all began on Thursday night. A favorite Mexican hot spot (I write about alot of Mexican hot spots, don't I?) (I blame California.) where Sam, Linzi and I spent several hours of the

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-55032784782325420822008-06-23T20:44:00.000-07:002008-06-23T20:58:31.006-07:00

Oh...what a world! What a world!This weekend, the B.F.E. and I were melting away in the 105 degrees that came upon our little town of Los Angeles this weekend. 1. 0. 5. And as it turns out, our living room AC went out this weekend, as well. I was hot. I was cranky. I was melting away.The fiance's rationale is that since we have perfect weather 99% of the year, this was our punishment.

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Though they are few and far between, the wild nights are still calling.Saturday night the B.F.E. played at Hotel Cafe with this chick. I've sat out a few shows now due to my serious wedding planning dedication (lol), so it was time now that I attend as a good fiance' would. I started out with the usual Captain and Ginger...then moved on to the Cosmos...but neither seemed to fit the night. So on

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I have wine (a white and red blend from a winery in Temecula Valley). I have my iPod on shuffle. I just watched a John Cusack movie (no, not High Fidelity). The B.F.E. is at band practice. I'm in our brand new apartment in SoCal and it's mod. (And I mean mod.) And...tomorrow is Friday.It's moments like this that I don't get enough of anymore. I've forgotten how much I love them. Or how much they

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I'm officially on vacation.  Today, is day three of my long weekend.  Not only am I enjoying the heck out of my long weekend (recovering from a bad cold), I have extended my long weekend into a long week...OFF.  I so needed an escape.  I so needed time off from my slave quarters.  I pretty much don't have time to even breathe these days.  Between moving, decorating (I did a FINE job, if I do say

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I've learned that one thing that comes with being engaged (or dating?) (or age?) (or lack of practice?), is that you can't party till the wee hours on a worknight and expect to get through the next day in only a partially miserable state. I think back to the days where I used to go out 2 or 3 weeknights a week and stay out till 3a (or 5a) and then work the whole next day and then go out again the

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So last night I met a legend. Not just any legend...but one I've followed for years. I've seen him four times live and I've worked a couple videos of his. Oh...and you might remember him ROCKING the Superbowl '08 like no other. As of last night, Tom Petty and I are now...well...acquaintences? I was at a listening party for the new Mudcrutch record on which Tom plays bass. He described it as "

Stellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-6370795377584050622008-03-07T19:18:00.000-08:002008-12-09T21:01:05.907-08:00

Two years ago (almost to the date) I wrote this. A few months ago it was published in this. Today, in the headlines of MSN (sorry to be so MSN-y lately), was this.Ladies (and gentleman), it's getting out of control. My views are still the same as they were in the article I wrote on She Said What?!? a few years back, although my hope of things possibly turning around (a little?) are quickly fading

Stellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-88272143557765447172008-03-05T09:54:00.000-08:002008-03-05T10:03:54.223-08:00

I saw this article posted on MSN this morning. As I read it, a huge feeling of relief came over me, as I don't have to deal with the dating shenanigans anymore. I'm not going to lie, my dating days were fun, but so not worth the energy spent on low life after low life. (I will admit, there were a select few that were not low lifes, that are good friends of mine today. You know who you are.) I

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-48879287255662544702008-03-01T21:21:00.000-08:002008-12-09T21:01:06.287-08:00

It's 9:22p on a Saturday and I just got up from a nap. Partly because I was working on my Save the Dates all day and couldn't tear myself away. Partly because I can't shake this hangover. So the nap got pushed back. It's the kind of waking up where you feel all dizzy and confused and lethargic all at once. The kind that, you know, will keep you from going ANYWHERE tonight. It doesnt' help that

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-10815411577796589442008-02-28T16:32:00.000-08:002008-02-28T20:59:50.567-08:00

I've always like the Beach Boys. I actually have a friend that plays guitar for Brian Wilson. So if you need to use me on your Six Degrees of Seperation from the Beach Boys, it's all good. At any rate, I'm hoping I'll get to meet The Little Old Lady From Pasadena now...because WE JUST FOUND OUT WE GOT THE APARTMENT!!! And when you live in Southern California, it's a big deal when you get the

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-45178635297873940502008-02-27T19:42:00.000-08:002008-02-28T16:32:30.161-08:00

So after dating for over two years, we're finally looking for a place together. I've never lived with anyone I've dated. And I'm glad. It's not that B.F.E. isn't a rockin' guy. He's clean, he's tidy, he listens to great music (most of the time), he likes to cook and he loves my cat. I really can't complain. It's just that I love love love LOVE having my own place. And not any old place. But my

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From my lovely lady friends who have learned from their mistakes… David’s Bridal sells those dresses so cheap because they sell your information to everyone in the Universe - shop there, but don't fill out a card. The wedding is going to last 15 min, the reception a few hours, the honeymoon several days to a week if you're lucky...plan accordingly.You aren't going to remember most of the ceremony

Stellanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-36470462205548737602008-02-07T16:09:00.000-08:002008-02-12T16:32:12.514-08:00

So I spent all week sick and dying on my faithful red couch. I missed three days of work and spent too much on medicine. Strep throat sucks.The fiance' did a grocery store run for me. Hooked me up with apple juice, chicken noodle soup and other sick person necessities. He had called me from the road to ask what cough medicine I wanted...because he knew I was obsessed with Vick's even though the

Stellanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-67200300369621197292008-02-03T10:33:00.000-08:002008-02-03T11:05:43.729-08:00

I still have it in me. Last night was only the second time I graced the bars since I've been wearing this bling on my left hand. Though I love to watch it sparkle, it's a bit odd to have guys look at me, look at the ring, and then meander away. But secretly, I consider it my best weapon yet. Wards off all the creeps in no time. At any rate, I was up at the bar waiting in line to get a couple

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-83942084322234498142008-01-26T10:28:00.000-08:002008-12-09T21:01:06.611-08:00

It all began in San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge in plain view through the thin layer of forest overlooking the bay. After a long weekend partying around the clock with friends, we decided to take the scenic route back to LA. (Which really doesn't head back to LA at all, so it was actually a massive loop through the northern part of California.) It was a bit misty out and freezing cold (as

Stellanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1376856374077508823.post-36646880496902739582008-01-23T09:59:00.000-08:002008-02-03T10:37:57.813-08:00

I know...you're thinking...how could she go from nightlife diva to married lady? Right after a bold move to Los Angeles?! You see, it's quite funny how it all happened. I grew up a bit. And the thing is, I think you have, too. So...we might surprisingly be on the same page here. I had the idea for this little "spin-off" blog and thought it flowed perfectly as a Phase II of the beloved life and

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