Chillaxing & lazying it up

I had the last few days off from work. Originally I was going to go to Cabo for the weekend, but that fell through so instead I spent 5 GLORIOUS days not working for the man. I was a total teenager again (boy that felt old to say). Going to bed at midnight, waking up at 10am, and eating ice cream at ridiculous hours of the night. It felt so good. Of course, I had to keep my spending habits to a minimum because if I ever find myself with free time, I automatically gravitate to the nearest mall & start throwing cash around like nobody's business. Not my shiniest moment but hey, shopping makes me happy :)

So today I found myself at the mall again. Ok hold on... before anyone jumps to any rash conclusions, I was only there to pick up some cupcakes that I've been mentally drooling over for the past week. If anything, the world should be so proud of me for resisting the temptations for as long as I did. I mean, those were the hardest 5 days of my life! So there you have it, I did it for the cupcakes. Those delicious, scrumptious, flavor-packed, little pieces of heaven- cupcakes!

Let the food porn commence!

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Oddest, and I guess semi-embarrassing, thing happened to me today. I was trying on a really cute romper (which is basically a shirt & shorts in one piece of clothing) which somehow managed to efficiently trap me in it. I guess I should have seen the signs when I tried to open the zipper and it fought back. I've seen it happen before and thought nothing of it. When I got it on me and tried zipping myself up, it gave me the same problems. "Whatever, I'll just force it up". Not my brightest moments.. because as soon as I did, the thing bit me!

Proof:

That sucker hurt! I ended up chalking it up to dumb luck that I did this to myself. After deciding that it wasn't the "cutest thing" after all, I went to unzip it and, oh crap, the zipper doesn't want to go down. I try with all my might.. panic is starting to build as sweat beads begin to form on my forehead. "This can't be happening!". I try to just shimmy out of it but my darn woman hips prevent the clothing from going any further than my navel. I'm torn... I have no bra because I wore a sundress & I'm stuck in this outfit. Should I open the door & ask the sales associate for help? After a few more jumping while pulling zipper moves later, I decide it's time to add another pair of hands. The lady seems utterly confused as to what to do. She tries to help as well but is unsuccessful. She's superbly close to my breast which I'm trying my hardest to keep covered up, and is getting real close & personal trying to get the thing off. This thing is stubborn! Somehow she decides that getting scissors would help. I figured she'd just cut me out of the thing, but no, she moves it close but is unsure of what exactly to do with it. I finally tell her if I can just rip the thing off & she agrees. I go back to the dressing room, excited at the prospect of ripping off my clothes (sounds funny but really, when do you ever get to rip off clothes??). Unfortunately, my wimpy little hands barely stretch the material. After a few more tense moments & silent cursing towards the manufacturer, I somehow manage to wiggle my way out of it. Whew! I won you stupid little, not so cute anymore, piece of doo-doo.

I guess it makes for a good story. All I can say is that I'm glad there were no guys around. It would have been too awkward if it was a dude who tried to help... but then again, maybe he would have made it easy and just ripped the whole thing off, saving me a world of trouble.

Jolie

Recently, I've gotten into puppy photography. I've always admired the work of Grace Chon, an amazing dog photographer based out in Los Angeles. I first saw her work on Flickr, and have been mesmerized by her work ever since. She runs Shine Pet Photos and always has such amazing pictures. She has a valuable skill that helps her capture pets so effortlessly. I've kinda wished that she worked a little closer so that she could photograph my girls, but unfortunately she's a bit far from me. Anyway, thanks to her I've kinda sorta been more into dog photography. Luckily, I have 2 beautiful doggies who I can snap pictures of any time I want. Unfortunately, my boxer has lost her patience with me and has now started to turn a cold shoulder towards me when I bust out my camera. Must be so hard to be so cute :)

However, lucky her,a local rescuer reached out for some puppy pictures. She's a sweet lady who rescues dogs in her spare time & gives them a second chance at life. She's asked for donated shots of her most recent pup, a gorgeous little Siberian Husky named Jolie. Being the dog lover that I am, I'm always happy to help out... plus the dog is stinking cute!!! Look at her gorgeous eyes!!

Keep in mind, she's looking for her forever home!!




I've done 2 other shoots with the rescuer. I gotta make sure I post up those pics as well. She always manages to pick the cutest dogs!

hello blog-o-sphere

Let's cut straight to the chase. This is my, what feels like millionth, blog that I'm starting up. I'm hoping now that I've done a bit of "soul-searching", that I've finally figured out what kind of blog I need to run. I've tried the whole "photography blog" (big bust especially since I don't take pictures as much anymore), the "insightful meanings of life" blog (way too tiring), and the "secret blog" (which I still keep up but since no one sees it then it's more of a diary). So having traipsed through it all, I've decided that I'm just going to write a blog. No more trying to show off my photography skills (look mom, I shot this using the rule of thirds!) or pondering the reasons for my generation's complacency towards world issues (what?). Instead, I'm just going to write. Well... type.

And to start, let me introduce you guys to TinyAlice.

That's me. I'd like to think I'm fun, easy-going, awesome on so many levels, & way too cool for school. But I'm not... I'm human. I can be happy, hyper, & a chatterbox. Most of the time I'm goofy, silly, quiet, & burdened with the world heavily on my shoulders (just ask my masseuse). I love dogs, watching tv, and unsurprisingly enough, shopping. I'm a sucker for boiled crawfish and a good song. I hate getting out of a hot shower on a cold night and don't even get me started on my daily 6am alarm clock. I laugh a little too loud, a little too much. And of course, I can't live without my beloved kindle. Because reading is what the cool kids do.

I think it's about time for me to pry myself away from my Mac. My eyes are starting to hurt from staring at the screen too long. Yikes, growing old sucks.