drop the o.

all you need on {valentine's}.

2012-02-14T06:50:00.000-08:00

my mother's sugar cookies for breakfast. it's valentine's day. nothing counts.

this on repeat:

and halle berry perfume?!? apparently that's what my mom thought i needed....

and the reminder that i get to put up st. patrick's day decorations up soon.

xoxo,
domineau

people, you have failed me.

2012-02-08T04:35:00.000-08:00

how have my 1102 facebook friends, my 6 roommates, my 4 family members, my stalkers or even my 6 carpenters not told me that one of the uber popular songs on the radio is about me?

how come i had to hear my name on the radio to know there was a song about me?

sure, i have never heard of her. sure, i usually only listen to bieber and taylor swift. sure, she has blue hair and pink hair and black hair and a nose ring.

she does spend more than 50% of the video in her pajamas. check.

sure, the lyrics say things like "Rock my world into the sunlight, Make this dream the best I've ever known, Dirty dancing in the moonlight..." oh, you know i am always dancing in the moonlight.

This is also what all my friends should be saying when they are fighting someone...
"Take me down like I'm a domino"

Here's a few other songs that are about me, include me or needed me as their muse....

xoxo,
domineau

2012-02-07T05:35:00.000-08:00

this perfect describes my conversion to pinterest.

thank you milan for this gem.

excuse me while i go pin more things for the wedding i am not having. or the baby. or kitchen remodel.

xoxo,
domineau

it runs in the family...

2012-02-06T06:01:00.000-08:00

the obsession of jimmer.

you thought i was the only crazy one? all the wileys love him.

my sister and her boy toy, joey, went as jimmer and whitney to the school dance. the theme was celebrity couples.

(whitney is jimmer's fiance and famed BYU cheerleader)

and the best party, joey has no ties to BYU. he just loves jimmer like the wileys do.

xoxo,
domineau

pure deliciousness.

2012-01-30T12:54:00.000-08:00

tim tebow.

that's who this blog post is about.

when i saw some guys watching the pro bowl yesterday, i asked "is tebow playing?" when they said no, i walked away....

i know i know, i'm late to join this bandwagon. i never really believed that he was a college star quarterback and a national champion virgin, while not being at a Church school. but i believe now!

my roommate Melissa is a nurse at Children's National and is a saint who works with children's cancer. since so many of her patients are struggling through the hardest times of their short lives, they get lots of wishes. besides failing to tell me when Justin Bieber made a visit to her hospital, she has some Tebow fame as well....

here's a clip of her in action (she's the redheadish nurse, tebowing.) she also claims the reporter stole all her questions and said them himself, but whatevs. (sorry for the recording of a recording)

how can you NOT love him?

rick reilly who usually hates everything and everyone, loves him. see his praise here.

plus, this SNL clip is just plain hilarious. you have to watch the last 5 seconds....

now now, i'm not gonna stalk him like i stalked jimmer. i at least know i don't have a chance with this one. i went to jimmer's birthday party once, there was a spark. i will never get close with a 10 foot pole to tebow. but one can look.

plus, what's not to love?

but i can't promise that i won't try to find a website that will show me what our babies would look like. kidding. only kind of.

xoxo,
domineau

a little self promotion or time travel?

2012-01-20T11:35:00.000-08:00

my dear friend hillary has been archiving lots of her family videos and has stumbled across a lot from high school that i am terrified will end up on the internet. let's just say, friday night treasure hunts in 10th grade were historic for domineau.

today she sent me this gem.

(the video is old school, so the sound is a little off).

this was the primary talent show. here are my thoughts:
- where are those shorts? i want to wear them now.
- i like the sound of my voice better then, than i do now.
- i am so thankful my parents made me do things like this. it's the only reason i don't have a deaf voice now and why i'm not scared of public speaking.
- note how skinny i was. i used to have to drink ensures all day. it's the drink they give old people to plump them up. i can assure that is not the case for me now...
- i vividly remember having to take off each of those bandaids. i literally put them everywhere the poem describes. ouch.

here is the original...

Band-Aids
by Shel Silverstein

I have a Band-Aid on my finger,
One on my knee, and one on my nose,
One on my heel, and two on my shoulder,
Three on my elbow, and nine on my toes.
Two on my wrist, and one on my ankle,
One on my chin, and one on my thigh,
Four on my belly, and five on my bottom,
One on my forehead, and one on my eye.
One on my neck, and in case I might need em
I have a box of thirty-five more.
But oh! I do think it's sort of a pity
I don't have a cut or a sore!

Where the Sidewalk Ends, 1974

xoxo,
domineau

the bane of my existence.

2012-01-19T14:10:00.000-08:00

this will probably make no sense to you. but if you're a construction geek, you'll sympathize. fine fine, i'll dumb it down for you....

construction scheduling is more than just scheduling construction. this has to happen before that, but that guy is working on this section, he can't be in 2 places at once. but can you install a wall before the concrete is cured? oh wait, that takes 10 days to cure. what happens when someone is out sick? the whole project is delayed 2 weeks? ahhhh. this is me trying to plan the remodel of a library. bleh. but when it all lays flat and there are no gapping holes in coverage or doubling up on resource, it feels so good. so good that i buy myself an iced cookie from next door.

i knew you cared....

xoxo,
domineau

things i am loving right now (part 2)

2012-01-17T13:36:00.000-08:00

dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today because my blog is just so funny....

this is my belated 2nd part of my thrilling 2 part series (first part here).

things i am OBSESSED with right now.

my new yellow coat from anthrophologie. it makes me look like a cross between peterina pan (that's female peter pan. i just invented it) and anne hathaway in devil wears prada.

my iphone camera location. it's perfect for creepy stealth pictures of meatheads in the airport. not that i want to keep these pictures. for sharing purposes on twitter of course.

the tv show revenge. sure it's a little more danger than i would ever be involved in. but why wouldn't domineau love gossip, intrigue, drama and hot men living the socialite life in the hamptons?

pinterest. i get upset that more of my friends aren't pinning. how am i supposed to find the perfect headboard if you aren't finding them for me?

frozen grapes. nuff said.

organizing the garage. okay i am obsessed with this. not loving it. but obsessed. when we first moved in, we all just threw stuff in the garage and it looks like a bomb went off. no one will claim anything so i'll probably start throwing stuff away! score!

downton abbey. like every other female in the northern hemisphere. it took me like 7 episodes to realize the mom was american. i blame the haids (that's slang for hearing aids). as lady mary says:

“You should never take anything I say seriously.”

planning my valentine's decor. watch out roomies, love is in the air.

miss america. well not really, but we did have a miss america party this last weekend. i especially loved that one of the top 10 was said to have "suffered from bieber fever."

wedding dress shopping. roomies are engaged, friends are getting married. i am the one to invite along. i do all the grunt work and run around the bridal store pulling every gown for you to try. kleinfeld's, i require at least 80 vacation days before accepting a job.

toddlers and tiaras. let's be real. how can you not be obsessed with live barbie dolls. anderson cooper's recap of the drug scandal emphasizes it best.

(i am having trouble embedding it, so you have to go to the link here...)

watches. the kind you wear. not night creeping on people.

when people in my office compare me to zoey deschanel. not that i want to be compared to her because of this:

but instead i want to be thought of from her hilarious moments on the "new girl."

my new tea kettle i got for christmas. it's red. adorbs.

my new smoking slippers. they sparkle.

i think that's enough for now. maybe this will become part 2.5 later down the road.

xoxo,
domineau

how do you solve a problem like maria?

2012-01-06T07:02:00.000-08:00

i didn't really take any pictures during my holiday getaway to.... seattle. but i managed to take lots during our family outing to the sound of music sing a long.

our family friends, the matthews, rented out a cute theater nestled in the mountains (just like the ones in austria i am sure) and hosted the sound of music sing a long!

my dad normally never does stuff like this, but like me, if he is dared, he does. some other family friends said they would not come unless scott wiley showed up in lederhosen. challenge accepted.

my mom and i got this gem at the costume store. we opted not to get the SS pins that they sell behind the counter.

fits him like a glove.

they had goodie bags for all with clown noises and question mark and maria cards to wave and honk during "how do you solve a problem like maria?" we booed with the nazis came on. we hissed when the baroness came on screen. we waved plastic white flowers during edelweiss.

he served his mission in germany so he felt like home.

wearing a trench coat until the big reveal!

calvin, having sooooooo much fun.

note my heidi braids.

maddie.

edelweiss.

tom matthews as a nun and my dad.

it was so fun and well done! my brother says he didn't love it but he was singing along to do-ra- me

xoxo,
domineau

spreading holiday cheer for all to hear.

2011-12-22T08:51:00.000-08:00

you didn't really think we would go this holiday season without throwing some sort of party?

how else was i going to get my fill of necessary compliments about my holiday decorations to boost my self-esteem until valentine's day?

we joined the dc singles tradition and were the ending event for the 12 days of Christmas. they do an event every day of the week for 12 days and they range from caroling to hot chocolate formals to trips to the National Christmas Tree....

we hosted an ugly sweater party.

i couldn't hold my gag reflexes back at the idea of wearing someone else's sweater from goodwill (let's be real, they do NOT wash those things). so i made one.

i stole the idea off a picture from another friend's blog (i wish i was that inventive) but thought "i could do that." "i don't need a child to be that crafty."

i also couldn't stand to not bring something to the hostess table (i am ALWAYS in competition with my 6 other roommates for the best hostess) so i made a 7 layer cake that my office dubbed "better than christmas sex" cake. i wouldn't know what that means, but i'll take their word for it. i also didn't know holidays made the act any different but i like it. the cake had devil's food cake with dark chocolate ganache, a white chocolate cream and a peppermint marshmellow frosting.

we set up a camera in front of our fireplace and people went crazy.

adorable girls in their vintage turtlenecks.

yes, i see the pit stains. but we this is a match made at michaels!

i love all my friends and all my party friends (people i small talk with only at parties) and all of you!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

now i am off to seattle. tuttles.

xoxo,
domineau

i love magic and magic love.

2011-12-20T09:46:00.000-08:00

i watched tangled this weekend. it's an instant ball of happiness.

i adore this song will probably sing it at my wedding. yes, i said sing. i am gonna start practicing now. it'll take at least 30 years to practice. i hope you're all still alive.

i will also be marrying zachary levi and singing the mandy moore part in case you were curious.

xoxo,
domineau

it's a christmas miracle....

2011-12-19T12:34:00.000-08:00

that they let me into the White House this christmas season.

my soon to be new roomie scored a group of us a tour of the White House on Saturday, and what better time than Christmas time!?

we were told we wouldn't be able to take pictures during our session (they have certain times you could) but a miracle happened. they announced that we could and i most definitely did a dance.

the rooms were AMAZING. beautiful garlands and fully decorated trees. the rooms made me imagine justin bieber standing there just a week before. it was an amazing way to celebrate the holiday season and try to catch a glimpse of sasha and malia.

i don't know how we weren't refused at the gate because of my horrible flirting. here is my conversation with the secret service agent checking out IDs at the gate....

secret service hottie: how's life?
me: ugh, (pointing at myself) me? ughhh good. (long, awkward pause) i am terrified of you.
secret service hottie: we can talk, that's allowed. i mean it's not like we're not gonna become facebook friends, but you can talk to me.
me: so then why don't you have your name on your jacket, how can i find you on facebook?
secret service hottie: that's so i don't get any formal complaints today cause no one will know my name.
me: hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahha (way too long of a nervous laugh)(walked away)

secret service hottie to rachel after i walked away: does your friend loosen up with a few drinks in her?
rachel: yeah, get some booze in her and she's car-azy fun.

next time i'm flirting my way into the west wing.... (nothing illegal and with no president)

xoxo,
domineau

not so into this.

2011-12-16T10:02:00.000-08:00

this is a 2 part series. newspapers do it. news channels do it. even to catch a predator does it. so i am trying to be relevant.

part 1:
things i really hate right now.

the feeling the day AFTER you eat too much. when you regret every bite and you wish you could take it all back. was that creme brulee REALLY worth it? your hips say no.

when people think they are good drivers. you do realize you just hit three children and a lamp post, right?

when my boss doesn't offer to buy us lunch.

the fact that the GAO doesn't allow Christmas decorations up because they are supposed to be "bi-partisan" and junk. i am rebelling by having this toilet brush scrubber of a christmas tree on my desk.

pets.

when you think it's thursday and you realize it's monday.

that sparkly headbands are not attractive to guys.

learning how to flirt.

when a song i don't want to listen to comes on my ipod.

missing my friend lauren's wedding tomorrow!

when someone says something funnier than you just did.

that i have to wait a year to see edward cullen again.

that i am 24 and just admitted the above.

paying rent when i want to go shopping instead.

when you forget to save your extremely formulated excel file that is due the next day.

when people spell description incorrectly.

when there is no more cornbread at the work potluck and that's all you could eat because strange meats do not appeal to you.

when someone takes your good pen.

how unfunny this post is.

this is not meant to be negative. you don't love everything. don't lie to yourself. i am just open to admitting that a few things are making my hair fall out.

xoxo,
domineau

titles of posts that should have been...

2011-12-15T08:00:00.000-08:00

i don't have the time or the desire to blog about ALL the things i have been doing lately, but here are some ideas of titles of things i probably would have blogged about:

i'm still trying to get jimmer to call of his engagement so i bought his autographed basketball for $300 at my ward service auction.

i ran a 5k and i died and i can't type anymore...

how to sneak into a diplomat gala and not even drink the booze.

bake cakes and then not even eat them cause you overdosed by licking the bowl.

young love: a breakup like a taylor swift song.

he touched my hip. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

crush on a boy. don't crush on a boy. crush on a boy. don't crush on a boy: the inside look of domineau's thought process"

do these pants make me look fat? yes.

oh, we brunched. we're so city.

flirting with your eyes means looking through your lower eyelashes? (try it, you'll look as dumb as i did in front of that hottie)

i promise to be better about being funny and witty and timely in 2012.

xoxo,
domineau

so what if i am creepier than you?

2011-12-15T06:28:00.000-08:00

dear bloggies and bloggettes:

i am sorry i have neglected you. i have been too busy eating marshmallow cream and dreaming of rainbows.

nah nah, i've been baking cakes, going to galas and singing karaoke.

but there is a more pressing matter at hand.

someone accused me of being the "facebook queen of stalking." at first i deeply resented this. does this imply that i am always on facebook and that i only spend my time stalking people?

'that's why her hair is so big.... it's full of secrets'

sure my friends often ask me to find that one guy they met on the metro and they only know his college and his first name. i get it done.... in 30 seconds. this does not mean i am creepy, instead i think it just means i am better at googling then you....

here are my secrets. they can be found here..

instead of using my skills to find out who killed joan of arc, i use them to find out who that one guy you were totally eye kissing was talking to when your roommate saw him at a party you had been conveniently not invited to. i am only that kind of creepy.

i use my skills for good not evil. feel honored i gave you a glimpse into my soul.

i find that i don't spend my time learning people's every move (just their move from one side of town or the other via their facebook check-ins... just kidding. kind of). sure i have friends i regularly check in on because i hate how fast they are burning off the baby weight... but let's get real, facebook was MADE for stalking and i just do it well.

so now i don't resent being the facebook queen of stalking... i simply assume it's because i care more about everything than all of you.

xoxo,
domineau

don't you have those moments.

2011-12-02T06:40:00.000-08:00

where you hope there are people sitting on the other end of the internet.... maybe in finland or something... thinking, "i wish my life was as cool as hers?"

well whenever i walk down the street, i hope this. because my life is just that cool. and because i am incredibly full of myself.

here in dc, there are SO many great things to do... including score tickets to the National Christmas Tree Lighting with the Obamas. you have to apply through a lottery and i won 5 standing tickets!! i took a few of my girls. they are my girls cause they courtesy laugh at all my jokes and are okay when i use words like quiver.

lauren, milan and jenn!

pardon my sad looking eyes but rachel looks cute!

each year they have a big line up of people to sing christmas songs and gwack at themselves because they are singing for the president. this year included....
- ellie goulding... yes, i'm sure you recognize the name as the girl who sang to will and kate during their wedding reception at buckingham palace. you are so pop-cultured.
- kermit the frog. well played Christmas Tree Lighting committee. he probably is okay flying coach and he's so hot right now. apparently my grown man of a brother won't stop singing "am i a muppet... or a man?" when i told him that kermit was making an appearance, he immediately perked up from his nap i called him during. i think i finally did something that made him jealous. that's a HUGE feat. calvin doesn't think anything i do is cool. point gryffindor.
-OneRepublic was the headliner.... they look the same as they did 8 years ago when they made everyone join my bandwagon and like Grey's Anatomy. they even sang a new Christmas song they wrote. Michelle Obama cried.
- last but not least was Big Time Rush. i sadly had never heard of them before but apparently they have a show on the channel no one watches anymore, Nickelodeon. They are a pop sensation and look fabulous in white. after the first 3 notes of the song, i proclaimed to my girls "i already love them" and then i tried to convince the girls that boy bands were back in.

christmas season is finally here. my decorations are up and i am begging my roommates to have people over so people can compliment me. self-centered? i like to think i am amazingly self assured.

xoxo,

domineau

i just couldn't think of anything

2011-12-01T05:34:00.000-08:00

i just couldn't think of anything to post today. i mean i could talk about how i have had cafe rio for the last 2 dinners. and am a heffer. but that doesn't interest you. instead i am going to share with you these funny thoughts for a mature human (thanks Lauren for finding this)

my personal favorites are.... #1, #2, #7, #11, #15, #20, #22 and #25 is extra applicable to me.

2011-11-30T06:36:00.000-08:00

a quick glimpse of my thanksgiving weekend in princeton.

marines.
shopping.
italian food.
walks in town.
european hot chocolate.
christmas tree lighting in town square.
playing in the leaves.
family.

jo jo. nico. and the drunk racoon the cop had to come shoot on thanksgiving that was banging on our front door.

nico skateboarding. jo jo ready to play. the kids getting ready for the tree cutting. nico slicing up that tree.

jo jo looking at santa on the roof top at the princeton christmas tree lighting. the bent spoon, the best hot chocolate in the world. town. hot cocoa.

doesn't this place look like hogwarts?

more gorgeous architecture.

xoxo,
domineau

just a kiss.

2011-11-29T06:17:00.000-08:00

you know that awesome beginning of the relationship feeling. where all your emotions are boiling up to just touching arms at church? well that's not happening to me right now. i am still at the stage where you get the guy to remember he's met you 4 times.

but these people wait a little longer....

just wait until the kiss at the end. then vomit.

to help wash that nasty taste of your mouth, enjoy this song that has been on my mind for months. i will pay someone if they will have this feeling with me.

xoxo,
domineau

it was like a movie...

2011-11-27T05:31:00.000-08:00

this thanksgiving, i lived my own scene from "miracle on 34th street"

my uncle's buddy from college lives off central park west in a corner apartment, right on the parade route. we had a 4th floor view with confetti flying into the apartment and the clowns personally waving at us. here's a few pictures.

my cousins are 3 and 6 and only cared about hello kitty and buzz lightyear but i was loving every single float and the magic i felt as each one went by... and i loved that i wasn't one of the poor souls standing in the masses for 5 hours on the ground....

xoxo,

Domineau

obligatory thankful post.

2011-11-23T06:42:00.000-08:00

everyone is doing these grand countdowns or whole months of all the things they are thankful for, but i'm sorry i am not in a bragging mood or maybe my life is just not that good.

JUST KIDDING. i love my life. my friends. my home. my family. my job and my DVR.

like last thanksgiving, i am heading to Princeton to be with my cousins. last year was international, this year will be patriotic. my other cousin, a marine and some of his comrades are coming too. i'm sure i'll recap it later...

going to Princeton means I won't be going back to seattle which makes me beyond sad. i love my family's little traditions, but my parents are also moving to a new house this weekend so score! no packing or manual labor for me! this also means i will arrive to a new house at christmas with a big red bow.

to honor my family i won't be with, here is a glimpse into how much we love each other....

sister and i on the phone
me: i have had that bed for 14 years, doesn't that make you sad that mom and dad are getting rid of it?"
maddie: i...... almost care.

me: why don't you love me?
maddie: well the list is pretty long, you have enough time for that?

dad and i on the phone
me: dad, i am in love with a boy
dad: have you ever spoken to him?
me: no.... how'd you know?
dad: i have 2 daughters....

scenario: i haven't returned my mom's texts/calls in a few days (we usually talk almost every day)
after a few texts that ask if i am alive, i usually get a voicemail that says "i am officially writing you out of my will. oh, and my produce guy at the grocery store says you should call your mother back"

my brother and i over texting
me: yeah i tried watching that swedish movie, but it was all in subtitles
calvin: oh yeah.... reading can be tough"

i know my family loves me and all of these are humorous. if you don't think so, grow some humor.

xoxo and happy thanksgiving!
domineau

2011-11-21T06:41:00.000-08:00

this weekend, the movie mean girls was referenced over 4 times. sad or great? I think it's great that a hilarious movie is still applicable to our daily lives. i somehow was able to work "boo, you whore" into casual conversation.

when i was googling for this post (i wanted to get the quotes correct)... i started typing it came out like this:

note the mother teresa, mean girls connection

when they are doing the trust fall someone poetically says:
"I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy..." then someone shouts: "She doesn't even go here!"

in describing her weather predicting ability, Karen says "it's like i have ESPN or something." While it's raining on her she says, "there's a 30% chance it's already raining."

this type of confession seems like something i might say: "I'm sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes & Nobles. And I'm sorry for telling everyone about it. And I'm sorry for repeating it now."

"I'm sorry people are jealous of me, I can't help it if i'm so popular...."

my personal favorite cannot be included on here cause it's slightly uncomfortable for the mall population but ask me and i'll tell you....

and the quote i feel is most applicable to me... "that's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets"

xoxo,
domineau

i'd like to think i've grown up a little. but probably not.

2011-11-18T07:52:00.000-08:00

yes, i'm 24 years old. yes, i went to the midnight showing of breaking dawn. yes, i loved it and all its cheesy.

i blogged about the first twilight movie HERE. don't judge me. i was only 21 then.

boyfriends come and go.... but edward cullen never leaves you. i openly admit that i have a creepy obsession with pop culture and the sparkling vampire is no exception. when i first read the books i hated jacob. i still hate jacob, who wants a 16 year old with uber straight eyebrows trying to hurt your ageless boy toy?

yes, my college roommates and i splurged on a giant edward cullen poster. yes, i had a dream he married me last night. yes, i understand this is slightly crazy, but who are you to judge.

any man that takes me to a private island off the coast of brazil and then doesn't kill me is golden (no pun intended) in my book.

you didn't think i was such a twi-hard, huh? you guessed wrong.

best part of the night? when edward broke the headboard on their honeymoon and the dude in the back shouts "do work."

will i see it again? probably tomorrow.

xoxo,
domineau

this girl can sing better than you.

2011-11-16T06:03:00.000-08:00

so as mentioned in my last post, my friend brandt came to DC to host a concert for the Hanbit Performing group of South Korea. his co-worker had asked him to do it (he works for Disney, this had nothing to do with that). Brandt did an awesome job, but the performers were even more incredibly inspiring. every person in the orchestra or band was visually impaired and all of the lead performers were blind.

the conductor was even blind! they used ear pieces to communicate to each other.

when the main vocalist got on stage i wasn't expecting much, but she was AMAZING. she sang whitney houston, the greatest love of all and stevie wonder's overjoyed. i cried.

the solo violinist was 15. i did nothing with my life at 15. she was phenomenal.

the tenor group of men sang viva verdi in PERFECT italian. brandt texted me from backstage asking if i ever thought i'd see 4 blind korean men singing in italian. knocked my socks off.

after, we insisted on getting pictures. the vocalist spoke english and we told her over and over again how amazing she was.

i think everyone should watch stuff from their youtube channel like this one:

it's like every day is a government holiday!

2011-11-15T12:50:00.000-08:00

in dc, every day is like a government holiday.

this last weekend we had veteran's day. we shopped all day. it feels like we shop every day off we have off....

after an exhausting day of shopping, a phone cover, a sweater, rain boots, tights, and a rug later... we were wiped.

but the weekend never ended.... i finally had people come visit me! (yes that was a jab at all of you who never have) my friends from school, brandt and mikey came from LA and AZ, for a whirlwind east coast tour! the boys also made me realize there are different ways to see dc through their eyes!

we brunched. dead mice in sinks, roommate horror stories and a delish meal at the Carlysle.

we went to the Air and Space Museum out near Dulles airport with the huge planes. i am recently on a Pan Am kick and obsessed with all things stewardesses. the views were amazing and we had a good time.

me, lisa and lauren at the udvar hazy museum

wanted it. but it was 100 dineros.

i tried ethopian food for the first time. we went to this fun place in Adams Morgan. let's say the verdict is still out. i might have inherited my mom's food texture problem, but the flavors were stellar.

then we went to every single DC monument imaginable. lincoln. vietnam. then lisa made us discover a new one.... the einstein. WWII (a personal fav). the new MLK. and then the jefferson. after hot chocolate and haircuts, called it a night.

mikey and i's engagement photo at the lincoln.

each star represents 100 americans fallen in WWII

mikey and dr. king.

at the einstein

on the einstein.

on sunday, we decided to go to the changing of the guard at Arlington Cemetary. we saw the gorgeous view at Robert E. Lee's family home and we went and visited my great grandfather's grave in Arlington.

pierre l'enfant's tomb and the best view of the city he created.

at the grave of Robert Calvin Wiley

finally that night, we went to a blind korean concert. yes, blind musicians. it was AMAZING. brandt was hosting the event (with his deep white guy voice). a different post about that later. let's just say i will be all over the korean news circuit cause we were interviewed.

romantic views of the city from the kennedy center and a trip to the pentagon memorial wrapped up the night. the boys met us in the city the next day for lunch and headed of to NYC.

lincoln from the kennedy center

lauren, laney me and lisa being crazy at the view of the kennedy

and looking good.

it was exhausting to have visitors, but I am so glad they came. my door is half open for all to visit....

thanks for visiting mikey and brandt!

xoxo,
domineau

all those sneaky tricks.

2011-11-01T08:15:00.000-07:00

remember my spy post from here?

and how i have the front cover of the Washington Post the day after the spy ring in my room?

well here is some footage of my wonderful former neighbors.

don't try to sneak one by me again....

xoxo,
domineau

just hanging out with my bff.

2011-10-14T10:51:00.000-07:00

siri.

i did it. i woke up at 5am to wait for the new iphone.

i wish i could say that i did it like a harry potter premire. packing snacks, hanging out with my friends, getting ready for the excitment, but instead no one was dumb enough to do it with me.

it was not bad at all. pentagon city apple store is inside. there were only like 50 people ahead of me, but i warned my office i would be a few hours late. i was 12 minutes late to work.

the store opened at 8. around 7, they started going through the line and giving us our phone reservation cards, basically guarenteeing us our phone if we didn't leave the line or change our phone or carrier type after they gave it to us. knowing me, i would have had a life threatening disease come over me instantly, but i prevailed.

i entered the store at 8:27. they had only about 20 people in the store at once, and we each got a personal shopper that escorted us through. i left the store with magic in my hands at 8:42. that's 15 minutes. they set it all up, taught me how to use iCloud, told me how to upload my old backed up iphone and voila!

people standing in line cheered for me as i walked out... probably cause they were glad i was walking out, cause that meant they were one step closer to getting inside.

am i glad i did it? yes, cause i want to be the best. and now i am. well, let's just say i am on my way to being a better person, okay? she is fully loaded, all my songs are back, my apps, siri and i went over my schedule for the next month and we even picked out a place to eat for lunch....

i just hope i never have to use her to do such hateful things as this:

thanks molly for sharing this.

ps. if you don't know much about iphones, siri probably means nothing to you.

xoxo,
domineau

misery.

2011-10-13T07:23:00.001-07:00

i forgot my giant vat of aquaphor today and all i want to do is die.

xoxo,
domineau

guys, my mind did it again.

2011-10-12T06:12:00.001-07:00

i had another one of those dreams. one that seems so close, yet too far.

it started out with my shopping in georgetown. very realistic. then i see katie holmes and suri (that's her daughter for you pop culture noobies) but in my dream she was named siri (like the new iphone personal assistant who WILL be my best friend come friday). siri and i are in store while her mom is talking to the press, siri and i walk through part of the store and then magically.... we're in water.... and we're not human anymore.

siri and i are WHALES. like the large underwater animals. that's us. we are greeted by this large mother whale who is friends with everyone in the underwater seatown we had fallen into. we join the mother who remains nameless. we start swimming a really far distance, like a 4 days journey. we come across this abandoned ship and we are hanging out in it, looking for something.... then we hear a scream. the mother whale is telling us to jump from the ship (as a whale). siri and i do, just before the giant explosion that kills mother whale. siri cried in my fins for hours (underwater tears). mother whale had sacrificed herself for us.

siri and i make the return journey back to the underwater seatown and we break the news to the masses. after shunning us for 18 days, they make us tell the entire story to the boy whale i have a crush on, who happens to be our whale lawyer. (people were accusing us of killing the mother whale, which we didn't do...). so in order to pay for the hunky whale lawyer, i had to drop out of school and becoming a traveling whale, like in Pinocchio where the kids go on the whale... siri got to stay in school. so lame.

then i woke up.

but here's the thing.... as i was walking to work (in real life), i kept thinking to myself.... "i can't believe i have to get paid less than i do as a facility manager to be a whale.... my life sucks." mind translation: as i was walking, i felt like i was still in the dream and the underwater slavery was actually going to happen to me.

this probably wasn't even a funny post, but i needed to write it down for my posterity.

xoxo,
domineau

some funny things to note.

2011-10-06T06:03:00.000-07:00

a. at chipotle in chinatown, i saw a homeless woman filling up her used juicebox with diet coke. it was a juicy juice container, tiny hole and all.

b.

i have been in this kind of relationship.....

c. modern family is the best show on tv.

d. i like to make lists with letters.

e. yesterday was a rest day on my "training" program. probably a good thing... i am SORE. 1 mile will do a girl in.

xoxo,
domineau

here goes nothing.

2011-10-05T06:15:00.001-07:00

a. my decorations are up. it's hard to decorate such a huge house.... but don't worry, i did it. maybe i'll do a video tour like i did last year....

b. i got to go to the solar decathlon on the tidal basin this weekend. SO AMAZING. i was geeking out. it's where 20 schools built completely solar powered livable homes. they had porches, and open showers and bedrooms and home theaters. they were fabulous. check out the pics here. bonus points to the person who took me ;)

c. last week my roommate melissa sent out this email to all the singles wards and all of our friends in dc (note #3)....

Reasons why you should run in the Hot Chocolate Run.

10. It's at the National Harbor - FUN!

9. You can choose to run a 15K or a 5K.

8. It's right after Thanksgiving, so if you feel a little guilty for eating too much turkey, you will be running it all off.

7. You can eat extra at Thanksgiving because you've been training for the 15k or 5k. :) Ha!

6. Most of the charity money goes towards the Ronald McDonald Foundation which helps my hospital - Children's National Medical Center. See, this is service too! (You definitely can feel good about doing this run!)

5. Ghiradelli chocolate fountains, chocolate fondue, hot chocolate, chocolate goodness galore!

4. Have you checked out the jacket yet? Two words: Pretty sweet.

3. Lindsay Christensen, Kelly McBride, Domineau Wiley are running it.

2. Greg holds the nickname hot chocolate for the past 5 years and going strong at it too!

1. Hot chocolate run - enough said.

this is all my nightmares come true. 1.running. 2. cold weather. 3. people thinking i run so i have to run now so they think i run. 4. failing.

i'm pretty sure when she asked if i would do it the night before, i said "i'd think about it" (i.e. no way but i'll be waiting at home by the fire to hear about how much fun you had). instead, the world assumed i was doing it. i couldn't let down all of my adoring fans who were only running it because i was....

luckily i recruited a wonderful group of ladies to die with me. we got a training schedule picked out and we kicked off our training yesterday! 1 mile. i wanted to die. let's blame the wheezing on the fact that i am at the end of a cold. lots of inspirational text messages were exchanged to make sure we stay on track! we're doing the 15k until we quit our training and end up doing the 5k. plus there is a chocolate fondue fountain at the end. and apparently we get some 1950's letter men jacket at the end too.

wish me luck. oh, and i need to get new shoes. my reebok easytones that were supposed to make my butt good last winter are not gonna cut my new training schedule. they just make my calves burn and me look like i am running sideways.

xoxo,

domineau

reasons this is gonna be a good weekend.

2011-09-30T12:15:00.000-07:00

a.it's starting to feel like fall. i love a good fall coat.

b. apple picking!

c. i get to hear amazing people speak at the General Conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. to find out more about our bi-annual wisdom given from the leaders, click here.

d. i get to kick of Domineau's decorating season!! Halloween decorations are going up!

xoxo,
domineau

my target is cooler than your target.

2011-09-30T06:32:00.000-07:00

so yesterday milan and i went to target. we did our domestic thing. i bought a toilet scrubber and she bought halloween decorations. (you don't know how proud that makes me.... 2 days till domineau's decorating season begins!)

but later that night someone was talking about how FLOTUS shops at target. that's First Lady of the United States. Cause POTUS is President of the United States. but she doesn't shop at just any target.... she shops at MINE!!

people magazine even talks about it here.

my life is AWESOME.

xoxo,
domineau

i am disabled wherever i go.

2011-09-28T07:32:00.001-07:00

if you really know me, which you probably don't cause you're kind of a creeper, you know i usually don't play that card.

well sometimes i crack a joke about being deaf, but in all reality, i am lucky that this is the ONLY thing wrong with me. ha.

but last night i was dreaming a normal dream, but i was not enjoying it. all these awesome things were happening but i couldn't understand what was going on. half way through, i realized i didn't have my hearing aids on (in my dream) so everyone was sounding really quiet! this upset me. normally i am a normal person in my dreams and now my disability is following me into my never, neverland!

rude.

anyways, i thought it was kind of funny that i was deaf in my subconscious too..

ohh well, life could be worse. i could be blonde.

xoxo,
domineau

best news ever.

2011-09-27T13:43:00.001-07:00

i just received the best news ever.

apple is announcing the iphone 5 on october 4th.

i can finally feel human again.

xoxo,
domineau

i don't want to talk about it.

2011-09-22T07:00:00.000-07:00

this blog post was dreamt up before the horrible BYU loss this past weekend and i refuse to talk about that.

but here's this.

we were taking a break from semi-camping and hit the outlets. other people looked at a fake waterfall, others went to gettysburg. we went shopping. and we felt slightly guilty bringing our shopping bags back to our cabins....

but we were walking around the outlets when this guy opens the door for us, we thank him and then i looked at his hat. it was a vintage BYU Cougars hat. on game day. i stopped the man and told him i was a cougar and that laney, my shopping companion was a ute. he chuckled and we proceeded to bombard him with questions. "are you ready for the game?" are you gonna watch the game? (he answered no, he was gonna shop with his 'woman.') we later found out that he is a. tatooed from head to toe. b. wears dreads. c. black d. never been to utah e. not mormon and f. didn't play for byu. he was just sporting the hat to represent his team.

so we left. then we realized we should have taken a picture cause no one was gonna believe us.

so we went back to the store we had exited 10 minutes earlier and caught him shopping with his woman and snapped this.

mind me. i had been camping.

xoxo,
domineau

my girls are back in town....

2011-09-16T07:43:00.001-07:00

lauren is brilliant. she's the mastermind behind it all, but i was the one willing to crawl into a dark cramped space and shout really loud.

laney was finally gracing us with her presence again, so we concocted a plan. i got into the trunk of lisa's subaru and put a blanket over my stuff. we get to the airport and are waiting for laney. she only has a backpack, so lauren locked the doors to get her to go to the trunk. she opens the trunk.... and i pop out screaming, frizzy hair a muck and laughs and giggles from all the other people waiting for their rides at the airport. we got her good.

after we realized we should have filmed it.

so last night we went to pick up debbie from the airport. i got into the trunk of laney's hatchback and waited....

i also filmed it. here it is. the majority of it is us talking with a dark screen, the girls giving me a play by play while i wait for the door to open....

xoxo,
domineau

i wish my lunchbox had hello kitty on it.

2011-09-14T07:11:00.000-07:00

i'm starting this new thing. this is how it goes down. i bring a lunch to work.

crazy huh?

well i'm over it. my old co-workers never brought their lunch. you were ridiculed and made fun of (mainly by me) if you brought something from home. why not get delicious mediterrean food or try the pizza slice up the street, rather than eating something out of a glad container that smells kind of funny?

a week ago i decided i should try this new concept of preparing food at home and bringing it with me to work. this is how i feel: do i dare say it makes me feel.... cheap? i want my harvest cobb salad from chop't with beets, goat cheese, apples and walnuts. i don't want the same thing i ate for dinner last night.... or 2 nights ago. blah.

i don't know what to do with all the extra time i have, where i normally would be walking to the place to grab food. it's also supposedly healthier to not eat out so much. over-rated.

i even brought my breakfast (i usually ate something here at work, like oatmeal or an omelet) and now i have to carry my food across state lines to eat it.

like i said, i'm over it.

but all the money i save is going towards a trip to greece or something.

xoxo,
domineau

i know i'm gossip girl, but i have SOME standards.

2011-09-13T07:20:00.000-07:00

i wish this blog post was going to be about all the juicy knowledge i have about the who is who and the what is what in the world, but i don't. not today at least.

here's a recap of how awesome my life is.
- i made 2 apple pies
- i had 150 of my closest friends and strangers at my house on friday.
- i have the most popular bed in all of crystal city. sadly, most people are not in there with me. during our housewarming party, strangers were giving strangers tours and making sure a highlighted point of the tour was my amazing bed. i have since found bras that are not mine in my bed. i have found sweatshirts of strangers. i have found 3 girls sleeping in my bed when i came home one night. some people would hate it, but not me. i feel like it makes me seem popular, when instead people are using me for their comfort. i'll pretend i'm popular.
- i went to brunch at whitlow's on wilson with milan, allie, stefi and molly.
- i hit the outlets for some much needed fall clothes. i have some competition on the metro that i need to stare down. my mom is gonna kill me because i also got my first vera bradley product. a weekender bag. don't worry, i will not be touring europe with it next summer when we go for dad's 50th, right mom? hint hint mother.
- i went to a classical music recital, all to try to help my image. make myself seem classier than you all know i really am.
- got fruit with my fro-yo
- got invited to a delicious, healthy brunch
- got a dinner invite with some of my favorite peeps where people asked me what the latest gossip was.
- watched a documentary about 9/11. called 'rebirth.' they followed the same people for 10 years, documenting their recovery from the attacks on that horrible day.
- i rode my bike home from work on a perfect day. passed the washington monument and the jefferson. cause i live in the city. nbd.
- i attempted to play frisbee baseball for fhe. think of me playing softball and then imagine me jumping in the air and using my tiny hands to catch a flying disk. the image entertained you right?
- went to half price burgers with a group of 20 somethings because we could. i was told my hand writing means i have no libido. the guy accusing me of this might have gotten slapped in the face. he tried to recover by saying libido means the desire to eat. i slapped him again.

i know this seems like a simple update on my life. well sucker, it is. i love being able to do things at the drop of a hat in this amazing city. free events, museums and some of the best laughers around. i have to surround myself with people that laugh at my jokes. i only pay them 30 bucks a story.

as for the gossip. i realize that i convince people to tell me things when i am the last person they should tell. the wealth of knowledge of the ins and outs of people's lives is amazing. someone suggested i start a gossip blog. i thought that's what this is? do i not give you enough juicy stuff?

maybe i need to start sending out mass texts like the real gossip girl.

(disclaimer: people tell me gossip, but i like to believe i am really good about keeping it. it's more that i know about any and everybody. i make an effort to have some sort of good info on each person. it's not that i go around telling other people your business (especially if it's uber personal). it's simply that i care THAT much about you that i have to know everything. and i mean everything.)

xoxo,
domineau

happy 30th birthday JTT!

2011-09-09T06:14:00.001-07:00

i know i know, you would have never guessed that i was once a Teen Beat magazine loving, heartthrobbing lusting, screaming fan kind of girl. oh wait, justin bieber.

but today is a very special day! it's JTT's birthday. that's Jonathan Taylor Thomas. the adorable middle child of Tim Allen's character on Home Improvement. He plays Simba in Lion King. he plays Tom Sawyer in Tom and Huck (with another favorite of mine). he kisses Jessica Biel in "I'll be Home for Christmas."

what's not to love.

i think i'll go bake him a cake.

xoxo,
domineau

i hate to admit that i am a little jealous of a 16 year old.

2011-09-08T01:36:00.000-07:00

i was not a glamorous 16 year old. my sister is a little more girly than i was. she has been shopping at sephora since she was like 6.

i never thought that i could ever be jealous of someone younger than me. more naive than me. or someone who is my sister. but yesterday i was.

my sister and her BFF got to go to the taylor swift concert. t-swift.

i LOVE pop music. but i also love t-swift. her lyrics are so simple and relatable, even though my life mirrors hers in NO way.

my sister called me to recap. these are things that were said:

dom: how was the concert?
maddie: i cried the whole time. taylor cried too. we cried together.

dom: what was your favorite part?
maddie: when she talks, it's like a fairy. it's beautiful. there is nothing more beautiful.

maddie: i just wanted to reach out and touch her hair the entire time.

domineau: so the concert was all your dreams come true?
maddie: it was my whole life.

i like to believe i have never been THIS obsessed with something, but i am domineau. and i can get a little obsessed. like my phase involving plaid. yikes.

or that one time i reached out and touched avril lavigne's hair at her s8ktr boi concert.

xoxo.
domineau

a piece of me died.

2011-08-31T12:47:00.000-07:00

i was in utah this weekend trying to stop jimmer's engagement (among other things that will be updated on later) and was trying to meet up with some old roommates and rub their pregnant bellies. then something tragic happened. my iphone went basurk. it's fried. dead. a goner. over me. a loser. and i feel like a piece of me has died. i had NO way of reaching them and telling them to call me cause of course i left my blackberry charger at home in dc. i quickly emailed them from my mother's phone and told them to call within the next 30 minutes before she got on an airplane. luckily i got to meet up with them. but i still feel naked.

these are the things i can't do without my iphone:
- listen to music
- look up strange things on wikipedia
- use my Have2Pee app
- check my email instantly
- take pictures of people

luckily i met up with my brother and he let me have his old phone until i got mine repaired. which won't happen cause apple said it's a lost cause. no you say, domineau, upgrade and get a new one. i can't. the iphone 5 is rumored to be out in like a month. who wants to have something that will be obsolete?

xoxo, domineau

running from a hurricane.

2011-08-26T09:38:00.000-07:00

i survived an east coast earthquake. i'm running from a hurricane and will be in utah for the weekend!

xoxo,
domineau

she's gonna kill me....

2011-08-24T05:32:00.000-07:00

for posting this.

my sister and i had been planning to convince my parents to send us to florida for her birthday and she backed out. this was how she broke the news to me.

if you saw my post about her blog, this only adds to it. yes she is 16. yes taylor swift is her life.

xoxo,
domineau

just glue it on.

2011-08-23T06:54:00.000-07:00

my mom would say "just glue it on" whenever i would reach for that saturday morning donut (that i would like to point out she went and got for everyone). apparently it was supposed to be a test where i wouldn't eat the donut, but i obviously failed, as my double wide trailer hips would point out. but enough of that... the phrase means why bother eating that donut, you might as well just glue it to your hips cause that's where it's gonna stay.

this weekend i made my trailers a white trash palace converting them to triple wide after hitting the county fair.

a big group of twenty something urban singles headed to the country for a demolition derby! we cheered loudest during the camper track race, where they literally drive campers around and smash into each other. AWESOME.

my dinner consisted of corn on the cob, so i'd like to think i was on the right track (even with endless amounts of Parmesan cheese and salt on it).

lauren and i (stole the picture from her blog here)

lisa and debbie in their white trash get up. note debbie's miller light hat. the champagne of light beer.

jenn and jessica.

after the derby, we were gonna go for the rides. but of course people wanted to see the animals. i quickly walked down the aisles of the livestock holding my breath and refusing to touch anything. if you know me, i see no reason to be friends with animals. they do not need to be touched by me. at one point jenn looked at me and saw how uncomfortable i was. i would much rather sit in a room smelling of gasoline than a room smelling of manure.

after we finally hit the RIDES!!!

i was able to convince everyone they wanted to ride the FIREBALL, there was no backing out. there's no better feeling than having your stomach drop while you're hanging upside down while a kid that gets paid minimum wage is pulling a lever. so exhilarating.

this is the ride we went on, there were some other funny ones on youtube, but nothing short enough to not bore you....

we finally got some fried oreos and they are exactly what they sound like. something deep fried, delicious and glue it on-able.

to wrap the night up, lisa set out to win a fish. she and david got a bucket of balls and between the group we won 4 fish! fish are an acceptable pet in someone else's house because it will not lick me when i come over.


with their winnings! dave, lisa and jessica

mike and david with punkin chunkin and mac daddy.

the best part of the night was naming the fish: Punkin Chunkin and Mac Daddy (named after cars from the derby). I was rooting for Booty Patrol, but everyone else seemed to want to protect the baby from being made fun of in school. Jessica named her's Montgomery (after the fair), Monty for short. and Lisa named her's Fireball after the magical ride! Even though the boys claim they tried their hardest to keep the fish alive, I heard them snickering about flushing them down the toilet for fun; they did not survive the weekend. Monty and Fireball live well under Lisa's care....

i survived my white trash evening to brunch the next day and hit another polo match the next night. don't worry i know how to bounce back.

xoxo,
domineau

like sister, like sister.

2011-08-19T11:42:00.000-07:00

my adorable, sixteen year old sister decided to start a blog. she wants to go into journalism in college, so i think it's a fun start.

check it out here.

beware of the sparkles and pink.

xoxo,
domineau

call me what you will.

2011-08-18T08:31:00.000-07:00

i will call myself a little weird. fine fine, a little strange, but look who's reading my blog.

on my bike commute home from work, somewhere between mile 6 and 7 and massive hill 12 and 13, this little gem came streaming through my headphones:

yes, that's LMNT like the world element. and yes Jamie Lynn Sigler makes an appearance in this video and yes i saw them in concert during the Nordstroms' BP Fall Fashion event when i was 14. yes i still listen to junk like this. i heart the 90s.

oh, how the little things in life bring me joy.

xoxo,
domineau

i'll store you in my rolodex.

2011-08-16T06:12:00.000-07:00

last week i stopped by my old stomping grounds at the IMF last week and some how this priceless artifact ended up in my hands.

the phone number has been covered up for security.

yes. that's Christine Lagarde's business card. she is the most powerful woman in the world. she is the Managing Director of the International Monetary Fund. i promise i didn't go creepy to get this. the toothfairy brought it to me....

if you can't figure out why this matters to me. catch up on some blog reading here and here.

xoxo,
domineau

my sister's life plan.

2011-08-10T12:57:00.000-07:00

my sister recently told me her life plan.

1. be a facility manager like domineau cause she gets to boss people around and make lots of money (ohhh how little my sister knows).
2. marry a rich doctor with no debt and a sick pad.
3. open a dress store but only sell dresses to people she likes.

xoxo,
domineau

the help.

2011-08-10T05:49:00.000-07:00

i didn't want to think of a drawn out title for such an already awesome thing.

tonight i am going to see "the help" with some of my lovely lady lumps.... arghhh i mean friends.

the trailer makes me laugh and cry and smile. the book is AMAZING. and i have a girl crush on emma stone.

what happens when your grandma is almost as deaf as you are...

2011-08-08T11:23:00.000-07:00

and you are the only people who speak english?

this past weekend, i did what every city socialite does to look cooler to the outside world, i headed to the coast. my grandma, my aunt and uncle, 2 adorable cousins, my aunt's mother visiting from italy and their neice, eleanora, an 18 year old university student trying to better her english, met me where the wild horses run....

chincoteague island, va. it's a pretty secluded island, you take 3 mammoth bridges to get there and it's right out in the atlantic ocean. the weather was gorgeous, the food was amazing and i didn't have to be at work. what's not to love?

my grandma started wearing hearing aids in her fourties, unrelated to my hearing loss and she's the total opposite of me. the second she can take hers out, she's deaf for the night. i wear mine until the last possible second. but when we were sharing a room, it was awesome! i could be as loud as i wanted, watch tv late into the night, chug diet cokes and she did not stir at all. we only had one problem, when there was a huge banging on our balcony door at 2 in the morning and i screamed. it was a tree hitting the ground. not a creepy man in a large hat like i thought i saw.

my cousin nico (or nicholas or nicholos in italiano) and jojo (or josephine in english and italiano) were non-stop, waking up at 6am to play, play, play. last time i saw them, jojo was only speaking in italian and i had to have dolls in my hands in order for her to even acknowledge me. my aunt's mother cooked us amazing italian meals that didn't start until well after 8PM (italian time) and she spoke beautiful italian, where the only word i could understand was panini which is english for sandwich. i think she likes me though, cause in the end my uncle translated that she wants me to visit her in italy anytime. ROADTRIP!

we played at the beach, we went on cool boat rides were we saw dolphins and jumping fish and blue herons. we, or just me, fell flat on their butts on skim boards, played designated driver so my relatives could go wild at the restaurant. but not really. well kind of.

one night, i asked eleanora if she wanted to go out, since she is traveling with 2 little kids and mostly adults during her whole trip to the US. the most ironic thing was, i could drink at 24, but won't and she can't drink at 18, but would. the drinking age in italy is 16. after amelia (my aunt's mom who speaks no italian) was assured that we wouldn't be going to get wild during eleanora's first US trip, we just went to get ice cream, where i explained to her that not all americans get crazy drunk like she has seen on tv. she explained that 2 glasses of wine in italia is overkill, and binge drinking is non-existent, hence the low drinking age. it was pretty cool to see a different college life experience, especially since most italians go to university in their home town, live at home with their parents until married and have to chose their field of study back in high school when their 16.

all in all, a successful trip: i got a sunburn on my tush and lots of butterfly kisses on my cheeks.

back to reality.

xoxo,
domineau

the kind you secretly don't want to wake up from.

2011-07-27T06:29:00.001-07:00

i had a dream last night. and it was one i really didn't want to wake up from. it was a little bit strange, but that's the name of the game with me.

in my dream i was magically pregnant. when i first entered the dream, i didn't know who the baby daddy was...

i show up at the hospital to have my baby. it was kind of like shoe shopping at nordstroms. you walk in, go to the attendant, who requests an assistant to help me "have my baby" over the microphone in the same voice as the nordstroms lady. "natalie to belly delivery, 2-8"

natalie, my helper, arrives and tells me i am going to have a c-section. i shrug cause i heard that it's easier to lose the baby weight that way.

i fell asleep inside the dream, like inception, and have a dream inside my dream about frogs. yes, frogs. after i wake up in my dream, from having my baby, which looks exactly like the baby from "rockstar diaries" (but cuter of course) i find out my baby's daddy is.... matthew lewis (or neville longbottom) in his newest, handsome form.

he smiles and tells me that even though we had a baby out of wedlock, he'd planned our wedding, and it would happen in the hospital the next day.

since this is my dream, i got to stay in the hospital for 3 months, where the nurses did all the work and i just sat with my baby, bragged to the other mothers that neville was my lover and ate free food.

this was one of those dreams where i woke up to my bed vibrating alarm clock and panicked. i quickly went back to sleep and continued my dream where neville and i walked the streets of london pushing our baby carriage (one of those super posh ones) and happened to walk to buckingham palace. don't worry. it gets better.

there, waving in the window, is kate middleton. the duchess of cambridge. she motions for us to come inside. we do. after a charming lunch with her and william, we put baby (who is nameless, but i like to believe that with parents named domineau and neville, we came up with something good) to sleep.

the last thing that happened was almost more magical than having a baby with neville longbottom: kate showed me her fashion line up for 2012. every single thing. every shoe she planned to wear, every dress she would step into, everything. to top that, she had an extra of every single thing, in my size, and they were mine. i got a matching kate middleton wardrobe. then i woke up.

now, i dream alot, but i decided to share this with you because my last 2 posts were about neville and kate. and apparently, i am a little obsessed with them. i just wanted to add ammo for you to make fun of me with.

1. please don't judge me.
2. please don't stop being my friend because i might have pulled a TMI

xoxo,
domineau

when i grow up.... i wanna be a princess.

2011-07-21T05:23:00.000-07:00

if you are sitting next to me at institute, if you are next to be on the couch, if you are with me in the car, if you breath the same air i do, you have heard about my OBSESSION with the royal couple. well, mainly kate.

she is graceful and beautiful. and every. single. thing. she. wears. is. modest. she re-wears shoes and she's married to a freaking prince.

i adore her so much, i have been on a mission trying to find a pair of nude pumps like hers:

her shoes sold out in 2 days after she wore them (LK Bennetts) and they were over $300, so i had to search for my Kate fashion elsewhere.

after searching high and low and realizing most shoes these days are actually made for hookers (5 inch heels), i found some!!

thanks for caring!

xoxo,
domineau

wingardium leviosa.

2011-07-20T06:19:00.000-07:00

my whole life isn't harry potter. well most of it is right now. it's all i'll read about, talk about, dream about or think about. but this past weekend i did a few things to try and distract myself.

after staying up late for harry potter on thursday night, it was a rough day on friday. trying to stay alert and work and pretend like i knew what i was talking about was more than difficult.

after work, i met up with some peeps for the concert at the Air Force Memorial. it's a quick walk from my house and it was a gorgeous night.

laney. enough said.


a masterful photo bomb by joe while hannah is....

after, we cruised around shoppers buying unnecessary beauty products and enough ice cream for an onlooker to assume a nasty breakup. girls are hilarious.

saturday, i slept in for the first time in 8 years and it was magical. not as magical as harry potter, but close. lauren, laney and i did it again. we saw harry potter in 3D. it was AMAZING. i hugged neville longbottom in 3D, laney grabbed his butt a few times and of course the people behind us saw it all, our hands waving in the air. (i later saw a scene from the movie in a 2D and i hated it, it was NO where near as good as 3D). now i'm trying to figure out how to convince matthew lewis/neville longbottom that i am the girl of his dreams and he will never need a remembrall (sorcerer's stone) ever again cause i will be his slave.

courtesy of hannah. i could eat him up.

after, we were gonna head to the berry patch out near manassas, but our car took a detour instead and hit up the grand opening of CAFE RIO in manassas. it was magical. delicious and made my pants need to be unbuckled. we found out the one in alexandria opens in 3 months. i need to be anorexic until then....

later that night, we went to Great Meadows for a polo match! i know, i know, i am obsessed with all things British. the royals. the actors in HP. and polo. this is the 2nd time i have been this summer and it is so cool! it's more of a chill atmosphere and it's pretty much just about who you're with.... cheesy i know.

laney, me, lisa, lauren

on sunday, we hosted top chef again. this time the special ingredient was avocadoes. people got creative and it was a fattening set of dishes. lauren made avocado ice cream, i made fried avocadoes in a spicy lime dip and jessica made the winning avocado chocolate truffles!

this was a drawn out update. but i have to brag about my awesome life somehow!!

xoxo,
domineau

sidenote: shoutout to marianne and dave and their beautiful baby girl mackenzie! i would do a whole blog post on it, but they are doing that whole "privacy" thing. privacy, what's that?

i love harry potter more than you do. (no spoilers)

2011-07-15T11:31:00.000-07:00

i remember where i was when i heard the magical first words of Harry Potter, like muggle, Quidditch and Diagon Alley. i was sitting in Ms. Peterson's 6th grade class and she read the entire book outloud to us. this was before it really hit the US. her sister taught in London and had sent it her way. it was amazing. she was the worst teacher in the history of Pine Lake Middle School and had a pet fish on her computer that she would have to 'feed' in the middle of class and you could hear it breath all through your test. but she did introduce me to harry potter.

i have always been a huge reader. it's something i am thankful to my mother for instilling in all of us kids. a love for reading. i immediately got the 2nd book and then had to wait for every book after. my mom would take us to the midnight book releases and we'd get scars on our foreheads and glasses to wear.

once my little brother started to read them (he was almost 10 when he started), it got even crazier. on Calvin's 11th birthday he moped around all day. waiting and waiting. he had waited all day, because he was looking for the letter to come under his door to tell him he was going to Hogwarts telling him that he was a wizard. adorable.

i went to every single midnight premiere except for one cause we were on an airplane.

two of my favorite movies.

on the eve of my cousin megan's wedding, we quickly left the family party and went to wait in line for the 6th book. i was in the wedding party, so i had to but the book down to take pictures and talk to people. calvin had the book taken away from him cause he missed one of the family pictures cause he was in the car reading.

finally, on the 7th book, my mom bought each kid a copy. she couldn't stand how we would steal the books from each other while the other was in the bathroom (if they hadn't taken it in with them) or whine that the other one was taking too long to finish it. before we each got our own copy, every other book we rotated who got to go first (between cal and i since maddie was illiterate).

another great tie-in

now i guess i'm not really trying to say that i am a bigger HP fan than all of you, but it really does hold a place in my heart. i don't understand why people haven't read them. they are some of the funnest, most easy reads around. they are magical and heartwarming and they bring out creativity and happiness in all who read them. i don't want to go as far as to say i wouldn't date someone who hasn't read them, but since everyone in my family has, you had better get on board quick. just seeing the movies doesn't count.

the final movie made me cry 3 times. when people were happy, when people were sad, and when the movie ended. yeah yeah, i cry alot. but these tears were super duper meaningful.

yum.

i am already planning to see the movie again between now and 2 days from now. next step, go to harry potter world with maddie for her birthday.

xoxo,
domineau

do you ever wonder if people actually read this?

2011-07-12T05:56:00.000-07:00

i was having a super deep gchat discussion with my friend molly about whether or not people actually read our blogs. i decided no one does. not even my parents read this, unless i ask them 8 times if they thought it was funny.

this weekend was full of happiness, nervousness, excitement, sadness and smiles.

on friday we welcomed brian back to america. he'd been studying in london (missed the royal wedding cause he was in moracco, worthless) but now he's back in the great land we call home. thai shirlington for some panang perfect. addicted.

after, my roommate rachel was going through a 12 year old phase and wanted to have a sleepover, so a sleepover we had. after everyone finished their dates or their lonely evenings, we had a few girls over and i made dark chocolate nutella souffles. they were delish i might add. a little rich.

yes, those are easter egg shaped ramekins. it's all we had!

rachel is full of so many good ideas that i question at first, but in the end she's sometimes right. don't tell her i said that.

after staying up way too late gossiping about which harry potter star is who we would have dated in middle school (probably a weasley twin for humor only, not looks), i went to bed for 4 hours before waking up to play in our softball tournament!

here are the stats:
19 single co-eds
4 bats
10 pairs of colored sunglasses
0 wins, 2 ties and some losses that i lost track of.

we headed to the double elimination tournament expecting to play a normal saturday double header and go home. people had dates planned, lunches to go to, shopping to do, but that didn't matter cause we kept winning! we lost the first game to a team that was friendly, but their pitcher wore those horrible pants that you unzip at the knee and bowling shoes. then we won, then we won again, then we lost to the bowling pants AGAIN, in the 4th round, but it meant 6 hours in the hot sun. but look how adorable everyone is.

lots of people asked me if i liked that it was taking over my saturdays, but it really didn't bother me. i got to hang out with some of my favorite people, cheer loudly when anyone did anything that wasn't dropping the ball, sit in the sun, and wear my cheetah sunglasses. what's not to love?

i don't think people will be asking me to be on their team again in the future because my batting average (or my lack of actually running to the base when i am supposed to- ability) but i think they know i am the best team manager around.

this post is getting LONG. but i did lots this weekend and you are going to hear ALL about it.

after, laney and i ran to the outlets, where she flirted her way to 84% off. i got 15%. damn you pheromones. we went to ikea, which is always overwhelming and not something domineau wiley should try to do in 15 minutes. i just started throwing stuff in my cart cause it was less than 47 cents.

we hit the young single adults luau which is a time honored tradition. an excuse for people to flirt and sweat. a reason to eat a popsicle and not look like a fool and to see people you literally haven't seen in months.

one of my new favorite people dave took michelle and i to his middle school friend's 25th birthday cocktail party. after teaching dave what NOT to wear (anything with laces or a nike swoosh) and 4 inch heels later, we hit the streets (yes, i love a good hooker reference). the waiter hated us for our shirley temple order and the fact that none of us were impressed by her awkwardly lowcut shirt.

after trying to teach michelle how to lipread (and failing), michelle was missing out on some of the fun cause she couldn't hear anything over the music and i could read everyone's lips, i decided to try her way. i closed my eyes and tried to listen (doesn't work with a deaf girl of course) and dave who was talking to someone else, looks to us and says "why are you playing charades with helen keller?" i don't know if you think this is funny, but i died. we had to leave after that cause we were having more fun than anyone else.

after krispy kreme chocolate milk at 2AM we headed home. i slept in until 1PM (like i did every weekend in hs).

sunday was my hollywood debut. PBS approached the LDS church about an episode of their Ethics and Religion Weekly show on singles living in a church full of families. We have been so trendy lately. some people filmed a documentary about all the singles in duck beach. an article was written in the Washington Post about the singles in Crystal City and now this PBS segment. they had picked 5 people to interview and i of course made the mistake of sitting in front of one of them. while the camera was on Quinn, i had to suck in the whole time and pay attention to every last word. not that i wouldn't normally. i'll keep you posted on when the episode airs so you can catch a glimpse of me in my polka dot dress.

lastly, on sunday i had to say goodbye to an amazing friend. Chelsea was literally my first friend in dc, back when i was an intern. i somehow was able to casually mention the Bachelor in my introduction in Relief Society and she befriended me moments later. she is hilarious and smart. she is moving to london to do amazing things, but i will still miss her dearly. we're planning our trip to see her as you read this!

sorry i'm not sorry about the mega post.
xoxo,
domineau

my country tis of thee.

2011-07-11T06:38:00.000-07:00

i love 4th of july. i used to have an american flag swimsuit, tank tops, towels, even underwear.

i loved going to the lake, corn on the cob, listening to the moms all chat late, lighting sparklers, bragging about my tan, watching people blow up fireworks, decorating my bike for the city parade.

but since i've left home, things haven't been the same. but maybe it's because i'm not 12 anymore and can't get away with the cornrowed hair all summer.

this year took a swing at being like the olden days and it hit a homerun. (baseball analogies because it's summer time!)

on saturday we went to harper's ferry and floated down the river in tubes. at the first part i STRUGGLED. all the other people in my group were half way down the river and my bum was making me drag behind, but once i hit the right current, the rest of the day was bliss.

on monday the 4th we had a bunch of people over to the pool and had long chats about life. in the afternoon, the girls in the charmbox house and the twin house threw an AMAZING backyard bbq for a few hundred singles. that were ready to mingle. it was hot, but what guy isn't attracted to a girl dripping in sweat shoving red, white and blue cupcakes in her mouth?

i tried to talk my group out of going into the city, but i'm glad they held their ground. we snuck into the capitol concert, where some friends had saved us seats. we met a new kid in town, who went to brown and met emma watson while at school there. and he looks like ron weasley, even better. the concert was fabulous, josh groban, steve martin, million dollar quartet and my favorite 'west wing' star Jimmy Smits hosted. the fireworks at the washington monument were magical and just like that, another american birthday had passed.

jessica. jenn. me. if only my name started with a j.

xoxo,
domineau

the addiction is back.

2011-07-05T07:01:00.000-07:00

i know i bragged about my dad on father's day (see here), but he came to visit me! he had business in boston and decided to come out for the weekend before.

i dragged him to my softball game (there may be video of it, but i hope it never makes it to the surface).

he dragged me to his old childhood homes where he claims to have lived through segregation and integration (think Remember the Titans).

i dragged him to Founding Farmers for brunch and he LOVED it.

we went to the WWII Memorial which was the only one he had never seen (built in the mid 2000s).

we had dinner with my cousin Ivy and her rambunctiously adorable kid Christian (and one on the way! Shane was cramming for the bar exam). After Christian walked into the kitchen of the restaurant 3 times, we settled him down by recording him on the Ipad.

that lasted about 4 minutes.

we went to Arlington Cemetery on the family pass to see my great grandpa (my dad and brother's name sake) Robert Calvin Wiley who is laid to rest there.

you ask yourself now, why i titled this "the addiction is back." before my dad came out i asked my mom if there were any snacks i should stock up for dad, she replied simply "diet coke." i armed myself with tons of 12packs and kept the fountains flowing. but after my dad left, i couldn't resist and just bought enough stock in diet coke to last through a nuclear war (harris teeter has a buy 2 get 3 free deal, through the end of the week :) you're welcome).

i loved showing my dad my dc life and catching up on all the gossip in Sammamish. he gave me fabulous advice for my new job and made fun of my favorite orange couch.

love you dad!

xoxo,
domineau

sorry to have neglected you.

2011-07-05T06:39:00.000-07:00

oh my little bloggies, i am sorry i have left you in the dust while i am conquering the world.

most of you know that i switched jobs. i am still with my same company, but i'm at a new account.

deciding to leave the IMF was one of the hardest things i have ever had to do! i loved everyone i worked with, plus as my mom pointed out, i loved the sexy, glamourous side of the IMF, all with a sex scandal to wrap it up!

my one true regret about leaving the IMF, is i left before i could pick out the hand towels for the bathroom for the new Managing Director of the Fund. Ms. Christine Lagarde. my co-worker called and asked if i thought she'd like cream or taupe. my stalking and research says she would never use a word like taupe, so cream it is. if you don't remember why i have been caught in a whirlwind of lust for Ms. Lagarde, you can see my career crush outlined here and here.

now i know you're wondering where i am at now. it's eating you up inside. i'm now overseeing the facilities consturction at the GAO. that's the Government Accountability Offices. They are the watch dogs of the US Government. i have a super nice and hardworking crew and my new co-workers are nice and funny. it is interesting to go from a private sector client to a government client, but i'm all for learning.

i even have a sweet name sign on my door!

my first task in my new office is to get one of my crew members to brag that their boss' office smells like strawberry lemonade.

xoxo,
domineau

if i had a dollar for everytime someone said...

2011-06-23T06:29:00.000-07:00

jimmer!

it's jimmer day. or NBA draft day and if you didn't know i am obsessed with him, you have never actually read my blog. i am excited for his future, but i probably will be less loyal now that he's not a Cougar.

yesterday some friends and i hit the summer heat with a sharp stick and went to the Washington Nationals game. They played the Mariners. Yes, i used to intern for the Mariners. Yes, they were the worst team in the MLB when i interned, but Ichiro is still fun to cheer for.

when i got to the game, i had to send an email to my old boss with the Mariners that i had turned to the dark side....

picture stolen from molly. i am now a Nats fan.

we were sitting in seats that weren't ours when i heard the man near us say "who's whitney wonnacott?" to his son. The boy blushed and said "Jimmer's girlfriend!" i immediateley perked up and asked the boy if he was a Jimmer fan. The boy went on to say "Jimmer is going to the Kings with the 7th pick." I asked his age. he's 10. i proceeded to quiz him on all his Jimmer facts and found out he follows Jimmer and his girlfriend on twitter. 10 year olds have twitter!?!?!?

After finding out the entire row of kids were aspiring BYU Basketball fans, and were heading to sports camp in Provo next week, our row bragged that we all had seen Jimmer live and were recent BYU grads. I told them to dribble hard, keep your grades up, stay away from girls and don't do drugs. oh and don't let your seminary attendance slide.

we left the poor kids alone after that. and enjoyed a Nationals victory.

hannah, me, molly and the attractive arthur. stolen from stefi

oh summer.

stolen from stefi

xoxo,
domineau

an awkward girl with curly hair in love with you.

2011-06-20T07:01:00.000-07:00

sorry to ruin your life, but this is not a confession of my love for _________. instead, it's to chronicle the close of a chapter of my life.

yes, i am blogging about a tv show.

before you judge me (okay okay, i know you did that 30 posts ago), judge yourself for not watching this show.

when felicity originally aired, it was too mature for me, i mean it was on WB (scandalous). i was only allowed to watch "what i like about you" cause amanda bynes and i have the same birthday.

but last summer, milan suggested we get a group of girls to watch the show. we had a little party one night and watched 2 episodes. then i proceeded to watch 14 episodes that week by myself. i was addicted. (it was a rainy week so i wasn't THAT anti-social).

i fell fast and hard for ben covington. he was everything i didn't normally like. yes, i am describing a fictional character who probably smokes pot and treats women poorly, but i was in love.

i watched 3 seasons in a rush. but this last season took me almost 7 months to finish. i got addicted to west wing, one disc at a time on netflix, and i finally had friends. i found myself only having time for ben really late at night after i pretended to be social.

all this talking is to say i finally FINISHED IT. i hated the ending. i hated that felicity time travels and i hated that it took her until the last 3 minutes to fall back in love with ben. he deserved more screen time!

now i am moving on to alias and a michael vartan/bradley cooper love fight.

xoxo,
domineau

i promise i have friends. at least i think i do.

anything you can do, he can do better.

2011-06-19T06:12:00.000-07:00

happy father's day to the best dad ever!

you might assume since i gave my mom such rave reviews on her birthday post, and i talked about how close she and i are, that i might not be close to my dad. wrong.

my dad is a lacrosse loving, diet coke guzzling, technology loving, chick flick watching (and liking), loud talking (daughter with hearing aids), random fact giving, sarcastic joking, man about town.

ever since i left for college (and have since left for the big world), every time i go home my dad and i have a date to mongolian grill where he gets filled in on the gossip, offers advice for my life and tells me my current BF isn't cutting it.

quick facts
Name: Robert Scott Wiley (goes by Scott, not Scottie Boy).
Height: 6'3"
Occupation: something boring
Wife: the hottie, Suzie
Kids: the brilliant Domineau, the hilarious Calvin and the whiny Maddie
School: the BYU.
Sports: played lacrosse in college
Random fact: his dad was in the military and they were stationed in Pearl Harbor and he lived in one of the houses will bullet holes from the Japanese planes.
Random fact: his life goal is to take one person from the baseball world and bring them into the the lacrosse world every day.
Random fact: he stole Oprah's panty hose from her hotel room and gave them to his sister.

he's the greatest.

he took his to his hometown in RI one summer

loves,d
domineau

one heart. one love.

2011-06-15T12:03:00.001-07:00

i got this email from my mother yesterday. (you should read the delicious post i wrote about her yesteday).

Wiley, Suzanne to Maddie, me

show details Jun 14 (1 day ago)

Okay…which one of my girls ordered Justin Bieber;Never Say Never!????!!! You are disowned!

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Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 3:52 AM
To: Wiley, Suzanne
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after a long email chain about how it wasn't me (cause i already own it), i finally got around to stating that my real concern was who was ordering battlestar galatica and telling my mom she should LOVE the biebs. this was her reply:

Wiley, Suzanne to me

3:05 pm (1 day ago)

Calvin…and I will never love bieber cuz of the hair cut! Bad, Bad, style sense and a too full lower lip!

i heart my mother.

in other news. Lauren already pre-ordered herself some of this:

it made me realize i am so off my game. i am opting to get the Justin Bieber "Someday" hair mist. I will have more reason to do hair flips this summer.

xoxo.

domineau

i'm turning into my mother.

2011-06-14T05:24:00.000-07:00

but she's the hottest ~~48 year old~~ 28 year old around.

my mom is my best friend. even if she doesn't want to be. she listens to me whine, complain, joke, whine, complain and she still loves me!

everyone says we look alike and we don't see it at all.

she named me domineau.

i answer the phone sometimes and her friends will carry on an entire inappropriate conversation about a makeout session my mom had in college until i say "let me get suzie." apparently i sound just like her, deaf lisp and all.

she uses the phrase "moveon.org" and when she couldn't make it to my cousin Ivy's wedding she made my dad tell everyone she was on Hillary Clinton's campaign trail (my family is VERY republican, except for my mom of course).

she used to be a TV anchor in Texas. she covered the Pope's visit and was pregnant with me on the camera (basically i am a celebrity in Texas). when she was an intern with CNN she interviewed John Glen! (that's the astronaut in case you slept through all of grade school)

she goes to the gym 5 times a week and has better legs than me (hard to believe i know).

she'll call you up, say hello, then start shouting "large diet coke, nothing else" cause she's at the drive thru at Taco Time cause they use pellet ice.

when she won't snuggle with me and i say "why don't you love me?" she rolls her eyes.

her 4th child is her fondue fountain. when she got it, she made me pay people to be my friend just to have parties so she could use it. it eventually just became the after school snack every. day of. the. week.

she's taught me to be a loyal friend. she is BEST friends with her 7 roommates from college and if she's not on the phone with one of them, it's cause she's texting them, or she's sitting right next to them. and they take mudbaths together. gross.

she makes the BEST cookies.

she follows me on twitter. and tells me to stop "twhining" (that's whining on twitter).

she loves shows like "what not to wear", "hoarders" and "biggest loser." BL is the only time she allows herself to use phrases like "fatty patty 2 by 4" or say "swass" (sweaty a$$)

she owns onion goggles. but somehow i don't think she's chopping onions for 4 hours when i catch her wearing them while folding laundry.

lastly, she is so giving to her family. she cheers on my dad through all his lacrosse endeavours, she laughs at my brother's ridiculous antics, she bears it when my 16 year old sister complains about boys and she pretends to listen to my problems about being an adult.

happy birthday to the best person in the world!

see the person with the big hair. that's her. i got her hair, but not her chest.

i think my best friends like her better than they like me!

xoxo.
domineau

summer fresh.

2011-06-13T05:52:00.000-07:00

i haven't been doing as many "recaps" lately because i can never make them as funny as i would like. yes i try REALLY hard to be funny.

i ended a pretty stressful week with a power dinner with Hannah. she's one of my new favs. she laughs at all my jokes and she pretty. i'm a tough crowd. 3 hours later, after i downed 3 diet cokes and 4 trips to the loo, we met up with her roommate Katie (another fav, laughs at all my jokes and is pretty) for X-Men. yes, i had already seen it last weekend, but the thought of sitting alone on a friday night without Magneto scared me. i needed his angst. lauren and laney couldn't seem to make it on time to their first 4 attempts to see the movie earlier in the night, so they came with me. i felt honored.

sorry this is already seeming so long, but deal with it.

saturday morning we had a way too early softball game. nothing good happens before 11AM. our t-shirts are grey. grey means you can see domineau sweating off all her hard work. it also means that the 68 year old man who we were playing against did not even want my body. but it's okay, the ump would not stop distracting me from my role as catcher. he kept talking about james bond and old people i have never heard of.

we hit the pool at my complex after and ended up staying for hours. we snuck 17 people in on 1 guest pass, got the whistle blown at us by the lifeguard, discussed the only 3 ways guys and girls can be friends, gorilla suits and people who take naked pregnancy photos. after i got my rudolph nose, we headed to the institute event. that's all i have to say about it. we went. and some guy asked lauren how much money she makes. needless to say she walked away.

next we hit the streets. no not like strippers. like people who have nothing else to do but drive by the wrong houses with justin bieber cranked too loud. i dealt with peer pressure to scream really loudly in the grocery store and the humiliation of knowing more about justin bieber than the 16 year old girl behind me at the check out stand.

sunday dinner is a secret. things were discussed, things were giggled and things we mocked that cannot be repeated. let's just say i need to figure out how to play 'what if' every day of the week.

thanks for pretending you cared what i did this weekend by reading this.
xoxo.
domineau

dear mom. i promise this isn't me.... yet.

2011-06-10T06:42:00.000-07:00

i am 24. i know it. you now know it. i'm happy and content with my place in life. but even more so after watching this 12 times.

my friend jenn emailed me this gem and i have been dying of giggle fits ever since.

make sure you watch it beginning to end.

xoxo.
domineau

is it just me?

2011-06-09T04:04:00.000-07:00

or do you wanna run home and take a shower after:

- a day like yesterday where it got to 101 degrees?
- you get something sticky on your leg?
- a homeless person catcalls you when you walk by?

i need a shower for all of the above.

one year wiser.

2011-06-08T06:58:00.000-07:00

one year.

i have been doing the same thing for one year. i have never done the same thing for this long.

in college i had breaks.

in school i had different sports and classes.

one year. happy anniversary to me. one year at the IMF. this means what?

i am no longer "the new girl." we get the new me soon. he better be prepared. i have very tiny feet therefore tiny shoes to fill, but let's pretend i am irreplaceable.

i know you don't care, but work-wise this is what i have done for the last year. implemented a recycling program/composting program at the largest economic facility in the world. i moved 180 people and re-constructed 28 offices in 8 weeks. i helped host the g-20 and the Annual Meetings. and i pulled a killer prank where i filled a guy's entire office with stuffed newspaper.

but who cares about what i have done. i have learned SO much in the last year. i have learned to truly live on my own, i have learned how to make all new friends, i have learned how to make people from other countries laugh, i have learned how to be a kind co-worker.

i am constantly still striving to be a kinder friend, roommate and family member. i am constantly striving to learn more about my work and from my friends. i also know that i have the potential to be funnier. be prepared for me to try...

xoxo.
domineau

you gave me a seersucker sunday then i had a manic monday.

2011-06-07T16:51:00.000-07:00

weekends should never end. they just result in a manic monday.

i am truly east coast now.

saturday i went to a polo match. yes, one of these:

we acted elite, snobby and rich and we flirted with the ref so we could touch his pony.

on sunday i got to wear my best seersucker. i felt weird at first since all the boys looked dapper in their seersucker suits and mine was basically a suit too, but with a dress of course. (my mom would hate it) but i had fun and these adorable pictures were taken of a few of us (adorable of the others).

me, heather, shannon and peter

jenn, me and shannon

oh! and one of my greatest college friends and fellow lacrosse enthusiast just moved in 2 blocks away. lots of girl chat and snickering to come.

i left my heart in OBX.

2011-06-07T12:39:00.000-07:00

i lived in my own nicholas spark's romance novel this weekend. minus the everlasting love and someone dying. i still had the best memorial day ever.

for my married friends: this weekend is something you should be jealous of. who doesn't want to party with a bunch of 20 and 30 somethings of the opposite sex while in a bathing suit, a camera crew and getting to share a bed with someone you won't be taking home with you after weekend's end? oh, wait. you aren't jealous.

but. i did get to hang out with 1000 hilarious people, while making swimming pool obstacle courses, spending 5 days on the most delicious beach and in the most refreshing water, in the sickest house, eating endless amounts of amazing food, singing horrible karaoke (that's for all my former roommates who fought over sitting next to be in sacrament meeting), watching the justin bieber movie with boys who i am pretty sure cried in the dark and sang "one time" the rest of the weekend. now i think you're jealous.

this weekend was full of DBG, DBHU, DBHH, DBS, and DBL.

translation: duck beach grab(DBG)

translation: duck beach hook up (DBHU)

translation: duck beach hand holding (DBHH)

translation: duck beach spoon (DBS)

translation: duck beach lovers (DBL)

laney's karaoke outfit. yes that's a one piece jean suit.

dan and trish heading to THE beach

lauren attempting our obstacle course. you probably had to be there.

they love justin bieber. one love.

looking at the dolphins from our balcony.

lauren, lisa, chelsea, me, meliss and trish

back of our fabulous house.

we got to celebrate kyle's birthday! chelsea used his amazing family recipe for his fave cake. and storm trooper photobombed it.

i usually would never publish a picture of myself in a swimsuit, but Julia looks hot.

reliving our synchronized swimming day from last summer

duck beach lovers. first person out got a DBG of the butt

these girls were behind all our AMAZING meals.

me, shannon and lisa. beach please.

i love the east coast. i will own a house in OBX (outer banks, north carolina) and i will get my nicholas sparks romance with a sea turtle.

now you can't pretend you don't know me.

2011-06-03T03:48:00.000-07:00

this is not an attempt to make myself look good. i just sometimes need to recite things to remember my self worth.

things i'm not good at:

walking in a straight line.

listening to the tv on a low volume.

dancing.

playing mario kart as baby peach.

being patient on the escalator. MOVE OUT OF MY WAY.

chewing my gum quietly at church.

cleaning out pots.

understanding the lady at the nail salon.

remembering i should probably iron my clothes.

looking good on a bicycle.

division in my head.

things i am REALLY good at:

lipreading. i "hear" more than you think.

keeping lacrosse stats.

ordering the same sandwich every time at subway. spicy italian, lettuce, tomato, olive, pickles and lots of vinegar on white bread.

meeting the parents. whether it's a boy's to impress or friends to make laugh, i'm a charmer.

courtesy laughing. i am really good at pretending i understood you.

loving BYU sports.

eating watermelon. the only thing in my pantry this summer.

having small feet.

pretending i know more than i do.

standing on one foot on the metro.

rollerblading.

using google.

eating otterpops.

if you need me this is where i will be for the next 4 days.

2011-05-27T05:04:00.000-07:00

duck beach, NC

with over 1000 other mormon singles from all over the country. in a bathing suit. we're desperate.

don't worry. not 1000 in this one house. but i will be bunking with 30 other co-eds.

things i love about this moment.

2011-05-24T04:11:00.000-07:00

the bachelorette is back: i am depressed the butcher got kicked off. he could have given us some great looks this season. i love that i already have the scoop on the mormon, bentley, this year because of all my connections (molly).

heytell. it's pointless. but funny. over and out.

planking: i just discovered this last weekend and it's rachel and i's goal to plank on the steps of the lincoln.

here's my friend michelle planking at her office. look at the WHOLE pic.

group plank at gravelly point. courtesy of blake

bike rides: like the ones home from work everyday last week.

cold diet cokes. if you missed my expansive rant, click here.

day trips to NYC to see my best friend jaymie. alexander mcqueen exhibit at the met. shopping on canal street. italian food on the upper west side. magnolia bakery and walks in greenwich village.

how my hair is long and luscious. yes i just said that. but it will take everything i have to not want to chop it off by the end of the summer. humidity has got my number.

my gold shoes.

laughing. i have been laughing so much recently. only 75% of it is at my own jokes. but everyone is making me laugh and it's the best feeling.

that it's summer! call me if you want to be as happy as me.

xoxo.

one of those moments.

2011-05-19T11:06:00.000-07:00

do you ever have those moments where you're trying to figure out why everyone is staring at you?

i like to think that i looked extra pretty today or my hair was doing great things because everyone from Gallery Place-Chinatown to my office was staring at me. granted i was riding a bike in a skirt. but i have mastered the art of tightly closed legs plus i had on some shiny biker shorts that don't allow for a show.

finally after some amazing stares i decided to stop in front of the store window and see what all the fuss was about. i mean my hair looked FAB when i left the house this morning, but not THAT good.

sure enough, my blouse and my suit coat were completely tucked under, exposing the middle of my back. i don't know how it happened or why i didn't feel the slight breeze, but it gave quite a show.

who knew 8 square inches of back was so sexy?

life lesson, check yourself before you reck yourself.

xoxo.

i want a cold one....

2011-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:00

i know i am already picky about many things, but you're gonna learn about another one. i have a hierarchy of how i like my diet coke. yes, diet coke.

now you're probably thinking "she can't think of anything better to blog about." wrong. my life is awesome and full of things you don't want to hear about, but i have been thinking about this post for almost a week! blogger went down and i just have been physically slammed (more on that later) so now i am taking the time to tell you about the must delicious, brown, bubbly, gives you a burning feeling down your throat drink, in the world. i love it. i have probably been an addict since i was 15. my best friend jaymie and i would come home from school on Fridays and read the school paper, drink a cold one and eat matzo (don't ask, or do, we're just weird).

my parents always had plenty of ~~food storage~~ diet coke storage and we had family rules on replenishment of the stock:

if you are the taking the 3rd to last can, you must put in a new pack from the garage.
if you happen to take the last one, you must put 2 in the freezer ice chest and set the timer for 20 minutes (it was the only reason the timer ever went off in our house and we knew what to do).
if you take the last 12 pack from the garage you must drop everything and use the "vacation fund" (jar of loose change) to go buy some more until mom made it to costco.
if the outage falls on a sunday, you call the gardner family and offer butter (they never ran out).

now, don't judge my parents, they did so many other things right. this addiction, it's bad. i'm probably the worst kid, my brother gave it up for sports and my sister is a social drinker. my dad would take it through and IV and my mom has her own secret stash with lime in it (yuck).

finally what you really wanted to know....how i like my liquid (in top priority order).
1. the coldest can you can imagine. perspiring and crisp. the perfect diet coke.
2. from a fountain at a restaurant or gas station (crest station in provo.... oh how i miss the drive through)
3. from a bottle, it will suffice, but not my favorite because it's really fizzy and gets flat way too fast.
4. i hate when restaurants pour it from a can or bottle into a cup. waste of my time.

there you have it. a sneak peek at the craziness that is my addiciton.

xoxo.

ps. save me all the crap about how it will give me cancer. we're all gonna die from something. how bout you cut back on the microwave buster (your food smells).

repost: i need you to need me.

2011-05-13T12:58:00.000-07:00

repost because of stupid Blogger.

in tune with my favorite band from my favorite movie (letters to cleo,
10 things i hate about you), one of my favorite songs has a chorus
like this:

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
And I'm begging you to beg me

now I know this is supposed to be placed in romantic context, like
most songs are, but not with me. I make songs by Justin Bieber about
the struggles of brushing my teeth or Taylor Swift songs about my
difficulty to find something good to eat for lunch.

no this song is a little bit more literal. i need to be needed. my mom
says it's one of my greatest traits and one of my greatest faults.

all through school I had a job where i was needed. the lacrosse boys
needed me to book their plan tickets, know their itinerary, fix tests
dates. it was a dream.

family friends needed me to plan out their major, figure out what
classes to take, where to apply for school.

in high school, i was the girl who knew what was happening, when
things were going on.

in college, i was the reason my roommates laughed (not implying I am
even that funny).... whether it was by being the "TV" when our cable
went out, or making light of a horrible breakup.

i need to be needed. i want to be wanted. that's probably why i love
to surround myself with people who want to be entertained.... it also
means i usually think i'm right (which is most likely not the case).

the biggest part of getting into the big bad world. i'm not needed as
much since everyone else was doing it before i came. my co-workers
sometimes need me to use my finder skills. or my roommates need me to
do their taxes....

in conclusion, i need to find a hobby that needs me. suggestions.

xoxo.

i love that you know me.

2011-05-13T12:12:00.001-07:00

first off. i am mad that my last post is potentially lost in blogger cyberspace because of the recent Blogger crash. it had to be one of the most commented posts on my blog and i want it back.

plus i was upset because i have been wanting to post about this since the second the site went down.

i had 2 friends, molly and jenn email me this within an hour of each other. they know me all too well. this is also what i said while watching the royal wedding....

they look like the evil stepsisters!

and now you can bid on beatrice's hat on ebay. i don't know how i feel about someone else wearing it out in public.

i need you to need me.

2011-05-12T07:45:00.000-07:00

in tune with my favorite band from my favorite movie (letters to cleo, 10 things i hate about you), one of my favorite songs has a chorus like this:

I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
And I'm begging you to beg me

now I know this is supposed to be placed in romantic context, like most songs are, but not with me. I make songs by Justin Bieber about the struggles of brushing my teeth or Taylor Swift songs about my difficulty to find something good to eat for lunch.

no this song is a little bit more literal. i need to be needed. my mom says it's one of my greatest traits and one of my greatest faults.

all through school I had a job where i was needed. the lacrosse boys needed me to book their plan tickets, know their itinerary, fix tests dates. it was a dream.

family friends needed me to plan out their major, figure out what classes to take, where to apply for school.

in high school, i was the girl who knew what was happening, when things were going on.

in college, i was the reason my roommates laughed (not implying I am even that funny).... whether it was by being the "TV" when our cable went out, or making light of a horrible breakup.

i need to be needed. i want to be wanted. that's probably why i love to surround myself with people who want to be entertained.... it also means i usually think i'm right (which is most likely not the case).

the biggest part of getting into the big bad world. i'm not needed as much since everyone else was doing it before i came. my co-workers sometimes need me to use my finder skills. or my roommates need me to do their taxes....

in conclusion, i need to find a hobby that needs me. suggestions.

xoxo.

itsy bitsy spider crawled up the....

2011-05-11T04:37:00.000-07:00

ear.

so if you have been around me for the last week, you know that my quantity of "what? and huh?s" has quadrupled because i have a major ear infection in my left ear. ya ya, people get ear infections, but it's a little different when you're already basically deaf.

my ear is so swollen i can't even put in my hearing aid. it also means that i currently can hear 1/3 of what everyday people can with one hearing aid working overdrive.

i sit sideways in meetings and give lots of courtesy laughs when i have no idea what people are saying... my roommates are saints for letting me watch the TV even louder than my normal loud volume....

so i went to the doctor (the ENT to be exact) because the meds i have are not making a difference. after a quick glance in both ears, he says "nothing i can do about it, a spider probably crawled in and died".

say what?

i was prescribed basically the same meds i was already on and told to wait. i have Charlotte from Charlotte's Web hanging out in my brain.

gross.

i like my skechers but i LOVE my prada backpack.

2011-05-10T01:10:00.000-07:00

here's to the perfect Monday night:

kickball with some twentysomethings in pentagon city.

otterpops by the handfuls.... my mom's main diet all summer long at 20 calories a pop.

run through the park (don't worry i was hi-yahing all the predators).

watching 10 things i hate about you in my big, comfy bed with corinne and rachel.

"i know you can be overwhelmed and you can be underwhelmed. Can you ever just be whelmed? I think you can in Europe."

do you think if i watched it a fourth time, he would have actually been marrying me?

2011-05-05T05:39:00.000-07:00

almost a week has passed since the magical Royal Wedding day! Like the other 28 million Americans, I got up early to catch a glimpse of the dress before I left for work. My boss was late, "i just got sucked into the Royal Wedding."

all day at work we'd read up, watch recaps, analysis and then get together and talk about it. i even made a giant flowchart on the whiteboard in the conference room of the succession the throne and who married who and which kids jump which uncle in line for the throne. quiz me. i dare you. (the ugly hat sisters, or evil step sisters as I think they are are 5th and 6th. behind william and harry and their own dad.)

my roommates and i threw a little royal brunch on Saturday, even though most girls had seen it. We had delicious muffins, sweet potato hashbrowns, french beignets (yeah yeah, british wedding, but i got them from Cafe du Monde in NOLA and needed a reason to use them).

i went a little crazy on the decorations as I usually do and it all seemed so regal if i do say so my self.

my adorable friend allie got me addicted to these printables.

and the prom queen is...

2011-05-03T05:53:00.000-07:00

what else do Mormon singles do on Saturday nights? they dress up, dream of Zack Morris and Kelly Kapowski from Saved by the Bell and dance 3 feet apart to Lady in Red.

our theme was "Night with the Stars" and boy did they show up.

Here are some of my favorites from the room marked "Place to take Awkward Prom Photos"

summer had the best dress. this is Miss Arizona 1980's dress, no joke. i had to tape the sleeves to her body.

mick looks nervous about how this night is going to turn out.

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it's okay cause i love them as a couple, creepy peter and all.

these ladies SHOWED up. i think Holly was the biggest surprise (girl in the white)

this was jordan's dad's wedding jacket he got married in. legit.

someone's jealous of me touching corey cozzens. corey cozzens was there.

steve can't make any situation even more awkward than it already is, with the face touch.

she got him in the end. and she got the crown (as co-queen with Summer). all Mary's dreams came true that night.

i pledge allegiance.

2011-05-02T06:21:00.000-07:00

so i'm sure you've heard.... Osama bin Laden is dead.

i remember where i was when i heard about the attack on the Twin Towers. it was my 2nd week of HS and we were riding in Becky Corbett's car from seminary to school. Becky told us all to be quiet because something horrible had happened, we sat there listening to the tragedy unfolding. All day at school we just sat and watched the nightmare unfold on TV. my uncle was going to school there and we couldn't get a hold of him.

i remember not fully comprehending that America was going to war.

now i will remember where i was on the night Osama bin Laden was killed and Americans rejoiced at the small piece of closure they have for the tragic death of the many on 9/11.

my roommate's BF texted her that Osama bin Laden had been killed, we were all on our way to bed. after realizing she said Osama and not Obama, we ran to the TV to find out more. We watched a memorable speech from President Obama and then were heading to bed. My dad texted me and said "are you at the White House?" I ran to Corinne and Rachel and we all agreed to go stat.

We drove downtown in less than 6 minutes and found a lucky parking spot. after running with the masses, we arrived at the back of the White House to thousands of people with flags, chanting and singing about America.

Albeit there was a LOT of BO and some other 'smells', it was totally worth only getting 4 hours of sleep. We screamed and chanted and sang and hugged and smiled. it truly was historical! On the walk back cars were honking, cheering, police officers were cheering, fire trucks were blaring in happiness!

God Bless the USA!

shredded lettuce please.

2011-04-27T04:13:00.000-07:00

today i will get to eat this for the first time since September 25th, 2010 at 12:52PM.

I am seriously so excited for Sweet Pork Salad with Shredded lettuce and ALL the sides.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

(Cafe Rio is coming to Olney, MD starting TODAY!!! and yes that's still like an hour from my house, but it's a start.)

here, i thought you were the only one.

2011-04-20T04:37:00.000-07:00

co-worker: what the h--- is "CROM"?

me: my singles' church group is throwing a thrift store prom, and we're called the Colonial ward, so CROM!

co-worker: here I thought, you were the only weird Mormon....(walks away)

walking back 10 minutes later....

co-worker: soooooo let's talk about what you're gonna wear....

tell me what i want.

2011-04-19T04:42:00.000-07:00

i just found out i have lots and lots of reward points to spend before they expire. here are some of my choices, what should i get?:

do i NEED it?

for the backyard and kids i don't have. it seemed kind of random.

a hot air balloon ride for one. how un-romantic.

i do miss my clubs, but i should just wait for the my originals to fly out here....

for the car i don't have/need.

my roommates would kill me and i would never actually use it.

hmmmm. my grandma gets all the girls this when they get married. should i just give up hope now and get it?

this was the most points!! more than the tv...

a rodeo day for one. me + cowboys=winner.

what should i get???

get you going.

2011-04-18T06:34:00.001-07:00

if you follow me on twitter, you'll note that i have had to work a TON this week. long days, no weekend and lots of diet coke. if you don't follow me on twitter, shame on you. i have some hilarious moments if i do say so myself.

on wednesday i got stuck as the Manager on Duty, holding down the fort for our super late night set up. as everyone else was leaving and I was stocking up on my fuel source my boss brings me this:

the rest of the night i ponder this disgusting drink. my grandpa loves v8 and he would make us drink it when we stayed at his house. yuck. who wants to drink sweet potatoes and carrots and blueberries?

now it sits on my desk, unopened, reminding myself that i am only 24. not 68, like this drink makes me feel.

(if you drink, enjoy or like v8, i'm sorry if i hurt your feelings with this post. actually i'm not, you're a big boy.)

it's strictly platonic.

2011-04-16T13:28:00.000-07:00

as i'm sure you remember clearly, i have a professional crush on Christine Lagarde, the first woman appointed as Finance Minister to a G8 country (France). if it has slipped your mind, you can remember here.

She has been in town and at work, this weekend attending the Spring Meetings. Since the G-20 or the Group of 20 is being hosted by France this year, she is front and center and dressing well as usual.

I spotted her coming out of a few meetings but this was the highlight of my weekend:

this is the sticker that was used to mark her chair for the IMF Governor's Photo. We were in charge of getting them cleared before the next set-up and I swiped this one up. She sat on this sticker. Don't worry, I tucked it away so no one else can claim it. just kidding. maybe.

it's elementary, my dear watson!

2011-04-11T08:16:00.001-07:00

i know i come off as a serious adult, but i'm giving you a sneak peak into the truth. not the whole truth. but something at least.

if you didn't know this, then you're creepy, but i have worn hearing aids since i was 4. if you want the whole story, that can be another post (no room here for awkward moments of lipreading or getting entire classes out of spelling tests cause my 'battery' was dead), but this one is about my life experience with music.

i love pop. i love justin bieber. i love miley cyrus. i love disney songs. i love glee. i love songs 8 year old girls love. my musical experience is different. i have to like catchy beats and easy to understand lyrics, otherwise it sounds like cellphone feedback. literally, it makes my hearing aids screech this horrible sound.

here is a glimpse into my mind. these are the songs that i listen to every single morning while i am brushing my teeth, putting on my outfit, attempting to make my hair look less freaky. i listen to the same 20 songs every morning.

sometimes i jump up and do a whole dance to bieber while my straightner's heating up. i just can't help it.

oh, how i have neglected you dear.

2011-04-07T12:22:00.001-07:00

dear 12 blog followers,

i have neglected you. i may have forgotten about you. i may have been having fun without you. but i am back.

here's the obligatory blog post about my trip to New Orleans.
i will admit, after the loss i called AirTran to get an earlier flight and get outta there... but i am glad i stayed. i had fun with new people and got friendly with an alligator named sally.

being at jimmer's last college game ever was an honor and tremendous fun! the atmosphere was amazing and it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. the team played well, but the leathered-tan people of Florida got away with the win.

after ample time involving mascara-stained faces and 4 boxes of tissues, we managed to find fun times in NOLA.

a real steamboat!

french quarter.

we got venetian masks. we ate AMAZING food. we hung out on the bayou (you have to say it right or it just doesn't sound as cool). we petted alligators. we ate alligators. we got tan. and did i mention we ate?

guy picking his nose? at the dueling piano bar. so cool!

staci and jaren getting nervous for the gators

chris, jake and eric.

wendy and grant

another group who did not have as cool of a time.

sally. how fierce does this gator look?

she could kill you in less than 30 seconds.

sally's cousin.

bayou.

I couldn't get a ride to the LDS church building, so i decided what better time to go to Catholic Mass than during Lent. This is the beautiful cathedral i crashed..... and did LOTS of kneeling. it was a great learning experience. the last time i went was with my family in italian.

the only thing that would have made the trip better was a hug from jimmer.

i wish i was a millionaire....

2011-03-28T07:13:00.000-07:00

so then i could have weekends like the one i just had every weekend....

i am stuck at the NOLA airport (after some major flight drama that i just don't want to talk about) and am waiting to head back to the cold and snow.

here's an overview of my trip.... with pics to come soon!

byu lost. depressing. i tried to change my flight to come back early an hour after the loss, but it was more than double what i originally paid.

even though we lost the atmosphere was AMAZING. there were SO many BYU fans (way more than any other school) and i even ran into some fun people from Provo days, including the Archibald brothers, Cameron and Anthony and Kayce Harris... it was worth seeing Jimmer's last college game. for all of you that opted not to come, shame on you. There were surprisingly tons of empty seats in the upper areas....

over the weekend i hate my weight in food at some of the best restaurants in the world. we had Emeril's. we had Camellia's. we had the Pelican Club. we had K-Paul's Lousisiana Kitchen.

we saw alligators (and touched them). we got sunburned (ohh yeah it was 85 the WHOLE weekend). we heard amazing music, including a dueling piano bar. we hit bourbon and i might have gotten some beads.....

that i purchased.

Teach Me How to Jimmer

2011-03-22T08:35:00.000-07:00

thursday i will be wearing this:

thursday i will be watching this:

thursday i will be kissing this:

thursday i will be eating this:

beignets from Cafe du Monde

thursday i will feel like this:

thursday i will be listening to this.

thursday will be one of the best days ever!

my tax refund came on friday... it's paying for the obnoxiously priced plane ticket.
my birthday is next week.... that's paying for my game tickets.
my friends are going to the game.... that's helping with the hotel costs.

but this trip is gonna be PRICELESS!

picnic in the park!

2011-03-18T11:18:00.001-07:00

i just had a fabulous lunch in the park!

farragut fridays are going to be a new must tradition. every food truck possible comes to farragut square on fridays during lunch and with the weather being 70 degrees it was PACKED.

jenny and heather coordinated a great group. jenny, heather, scott, mike, russell, joe and paul sat on the steps of the statue (downwind from the cigar smokers) eating delicious food.

heather and i got some memphis BBQ, which i ate with the "traditional" no fork, wear a plastic glove method.

after, heather and i spoiled ourselves with some sweetgreen fro yo.

best part of the day: the statue we were sitting at was caged in with a little metal fence that was just a tad too high. i, of course, was wearing a dress. so mike robbins decided to pick me up and lift me over it.... with the entire park watching.

happy friday!
xoxo.domineau

my mom is gonna kill me.

2011-03-17T09:01:00.000-07:00

a. wearing my hair up to work
b. wearing a headband at the age of almost 24
c. wearing said headband to my professional job.

but it's st. patrick's day! so i had to.

thanks to my co-worker. "only take a picture of my head band, on my hair". "well i decided to just take one of your whole face".

whatever. it shows to headband.

and happy march madness! i tried to figure out a way to wear my "i heart JMR" shirt under my work clothes, but it just made me look fat. i'll be sporting it tonight!

are you a gleek? no, but Domineau is.

2011-03-16T06:49:00.000-07:00

i was watching the end of an episode of glee last week and looked to my right and my left to see rachel and milan entranced. they are already addicted.

i have the first season. we're going to have roommate bonding and get these girls caught up!

for all you haters out there.... here this. Last year, we had a big road trip for the BYU Men's Lacrosse team. we had an overnight bus trip home from playing some games in Colorado. Usually we shout out movies we want to watch or we all end up falling asleep to Lord of the Rings. but this time was different. one guy's amazing mother had given him season 1 of glee on DVD. we popped it in and the groans were immediate. none of these college athlete boys wanted to watch. but i did! after the first episode, everyone was shouting... "next one, next episode." on our 9 our drive we got through almost the entire season. when we arrived in provo, a few people wanted to stay on the bus and watch the rest. now, now. you can crack jokes about it being a girly show and make some joke about the lacrosse team. if you do, they could probably knock you out... look up Pat Matheson or the Houghton twins. that should shut you up. you're only allowed to hate after seeing at least 2 episodes. then i give you permission to make an executive decision to hate it.

to get you in the mood, here are a few of my favorite lines:

last night's episode:
Quinn Fabray: "In a recent study, it was proven that Prom Queens live 5 years longer than all the normal people, maybe it's cause of all that smiling"

Brittany:
"did you know dolphins are just gay sharks."
"i think my cat has been reading my diary"
"People thought I went on vacation, but actually I spent the summer lost in the sewers."

Sue Sylvester:
"I miss my office, this room smells weird. I can't shake the feeling I'm inhaling a lot of dead skin."

love it.

now i know why i moved here...

2011-03-13T16:00:00.001-07:00

to be closer to the beautifulness of east coast men.

if you didn't know this, then you probably aren't really my friend, but... i LOVE lacrosse. not girls' lacrosse. tough, rough, fast, finesse, amazing men's lacrosse.

my friend jenn got 2 tickets to the "Face-Off Classic" in Baltimore on Saturday and it was immediately awesome. we pull into the parking lot and 6 guys with boat shoes walked by headed to the stadium. amazing. preppy shirts. boat shoes. blazers. love it all.

i loved going with jenn because she understands all the ins and outs of the lacrosse world like me. it's a culture. my dad played in college. my brother currently plays in college and i worked for a collegiate lax team for 5 years. i have been to my fair share of lacrosse tournaments and events, and the culture is there. it's hard to explain... but it's okay, i understand what i am saying.

let's go georgetown!

#1 syracuse beat #20 georgetown. #2 UVA beat #9 cornell. #7 john hopkins beat UMBC.

amazing. i love being here.

me, in love.

strictly platonic.

2011-03-09T06:13:00.001-08:00

my roommates and i were chillin' last night, surfing the web, crunching numbers and looking at some places on craigslist.

have you ever looked at the 'personals'? i haven't, but the words 'strictly platonic' caught my eye.

i immediately thought this could be amusing. and guess what? it was!

Doctor bored at work - m4w - 36 - (A major DC hospital)- Well that's comforting. if you read the post....
'Stuck doing paperwork on this beautiful and sunny Tuesday. Looking for a witty and attractive woman to trade e-mails or chat with. Hope to hear from you.'

do people REALLY do this? others including someone to share an icecream cake with or a cute indian married man looking for a cute married woman to be friends with. really?

if you seek entertainment. look for a friend in the personals.

here i go again.

2011-03-07T18:01:00.001-08:00

i feel like i have ranted about this before. but i feel like this is a worthy cause and a problem that concerns me, so here i am bringing it up again.

people on the metro are selfish and unkind. today a 7+ month pregnant woman was standing in the middle of the metro car. tons of younger and more able people were sitting their large butts in the seats and not budging. everyone knows that you don't need to be sitting now cause you're going to be sitting in front of your computer all day at work. get UP! i was 7 rows away from her and was furious. i shouted across the car, so everyone else would be embarassed. "m'am, would you like this seat?" she sighed and said "that would be so helpful, my back aches." everyone around me immediately started feeling guilty and the guy next to me said i could have his seat. so i chatted with the lady. i said "i can't believe the 20 people closer than me didn't offer first". she replied "when i wasn't pregnant, i didn't offer my seat, maybe it's karma." my answer is no. get up. you seriously have no reason to stay in that seat! i walk more than 50% of my workday, and that's uncommon... you are most likely going to watch your butt grow while you're sitting at your desk. you are not bringing a child into this world. you just want to rest your large purse on your lap so your ipad sits nicely while you play 'angry birds' or 'veggie ninja'.

i'm not saying any of this to say that i am better than other people. i am saying this to remind myself to be observant of others. your husband leaving the toilet seat up so you fell in during the night causing you to have a bad morning is not as bad as carrying another person inside of you and having the metro car jostle you around. be open to your surroundings.

end of my rant.

flashback friday: slam it.

2011-03-04T04:38:00.000-08:00

sidenote: i just passed the 100th post mark! i couldn't mention it in the last one cause it was all about my brother and i just didn't want to be selfish.

do you remember these?

pogs. we played them at recess. we played that at sleepovers. we traded slammers. we carried the cool carrying case around.

i hope i'm not the only one. but man i had my favorite polly pocket slammer. i crushed the competition.

i heart the 90s.

happy birthday little one.

2011-03-03T05:28:00.000-08:00

today is my little brother's birthday!! he is the best brother. he is smart, hilarious, handsome, unknowingly kind (he wouldn't want his sisters to know), witty and charming.

look at that gelled hair..

he is the perfect red head. not ginger, not strawberry blond, but a redhead.

with my parents after winning the state championship in football

he plays lacrosse for BYU. he studies international relations. he speaks french. he loves comedy central.

calvin scored a goal right after this shot #19

on this day 9 years ago.... he waited ALL day for a letter under his door from hogwarts, to tell him he's a wizard. he's still waiting. he's read the entire series of harry potter 7 times.

maddie and calvin in his standard 7 year in a row deviled egg costume

last year i made 40 cupcakes and brought them to lacrosse practice. this year i forgot to send a gift.

we never were in school together. i was always 4 years old (that was a stupid phrase, the gap wouldn't change) and so we were always apart, until my super senior year of college. he was a freshmen at BYU and we shared a car AND a scooter. i took advantage of his dining plus and he took advantage of having an all knowing older sister. i did his schedule, bought his books, ordered his cleats, gave him inside team information.

with emily hutchings on the scooter in the helaman quad

set the scene... i was the team director for the BYU Men's Lacrosse team for 5 years....
one day calvin was sitting with a few other players in the cafeteria and they were talking about the upcoming roadtrip to California. One player asked "are we going to such and such restaurant?" Calvin said "i'll text domineau, it's her birthday so i'm sure she'll make the restaurant a place she wants to go." One of the new guys on the team who had just gotten home from his mission says "dude, I gotta ask, how long have you been dating Domineau?" the table goes silent. everyone gives him a blank stare. finally Calvin pipes up and says "dude..... she's my SISTER." i proceeded to blacklist Dan for a couple of weeks from any good info or help on the team. i later asked him if i ever was creepily affectionate towards Calvin that would give him that idea. he said "you always talk about sharing cars and 'having dinner with dad', i just thought he was meeting the parents." poor Calvin got stuck being my freshmen bf for a few weeks until the next unlucky freshmen got the torture.

hs prom

my cousin megan, max, calvin and i at my college graduation

grayson and calvin and harding... some of his best friends from BYU lax

christmas card photo.

long enough post all about my funny brother.

one year older..... maybe wiser too.

oo. domineau (i don't kiss my brother)