California Dreams

August 17, 2016

Yoo hoo! It’s me, Dubie.

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The face behind the blog. The 5’4″ blonde, bad muthafucka.

I am alive and well on Mother Earth, in case you started to worry. I’m having a moment, friends; a stagnation in my writing flow and therefore its frequency. But I am going with it, hence the reason your “Daily” Dubie has evolved into a “Weekly” (and sometimes bi-weekly) Dubie.

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HB and I went to California last week to visit La Familia. It was glorious. It would be rude not to share some of the special moments with you.

G’head, have yourselves a healthy serving of my skillful documentation…

I give you *”California Dreams,” in chronological order, no less.

HB and I surprised the kiddios at the dance studio Thursday morning! This group shot was made possible by my trusty, timer-setting skillz – with a “z.”

IMG_5263 Not long after this was taken, I lost the key to the car. Spent a good 15 minutes looking for it. I may or may not have tried to blame it on Grace (insert: emoji with forced smile). Found it on the ledge, 4′ behind where I’m standing in the picture.

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Sister’s Birthday Celebration! The ladies of the house representing…and HB landing a beautiful photo bomb on the right.

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My beautiful babies…(my real kids better turn out this cute).

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Happy Birthday to Liz! Happy Birthday to Liz! Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to Liz! IMG_5309

My mom made this cake from scratch. I, collectively, ate half of it over the course of the weekend. So gangster.

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The adventures of Grace and Grace.

If you’re one of the 4 followers I have on Snap Chat, excusé. Ella and Grace took over.

“Shopping” with four inch pumps, no less.

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Adele with Sis.

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Visiting old friends and their delicious baby boys! …For the record, I am holding a 7-week-old! Biggest 7-week-old I’ve ever seen and held. He is bound for stud-status.

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Another chubster! This big guy is 6 months!

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The whole gang.

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…and finally, we swim!

If you have kids or are around them often, you know that pool = life. That is literally all they want to do, and I am fortunate to have the best husband ever, who never tires of throwing them, and playing with them, especially when Auntie has just blow-dried her hair.

…And because what you see on social media is not usually what you get, here’s some raw footage FTW (side note: HB told me “for the win,” is no longer cool to say, but what if I abbreviate it? Is that still cool or am I a loser?)

***BE WARNED: It’s two and half minutes. I won’t be offended if you’re bored and stop watching.

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…and now, we are back, ballin’ in New York City, baby…California is now only in my dreams…like the amazing 90’s teen sitcom. The one you watched when Saved By The Bell and 90210 weren’t on.

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Peace Friends

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The Flip Side to “Not Being Liked”

August 5, 2016

Good Morning Beautiful Faces.

I got broccoli vibes for you today….Press Play, baby.

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Today we’re going to make lemonade out of lemons, like Beyonce…because isn’t that what life is all about?

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Yes. Yes it is.

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Here is The Flip Side to “Not Being Liked”

I decided to write about this, because I (finally!) don’t give a flying fuck about people who don’t like me – or, let’s be real, their idea of who I am. It has taken me 33 years to make peace with the fact that not everyone will like me, and that’s okay. Next! …

For a hyper-sensitive woman, this is a big feat. Like, HUGE.

Teaching has helped me overcome this hang-up – public speaking in front of hundreds of strangers will do that to you. <wink wink>.

“Not being liked” is in quotes because it’s almost always subjective, unless someone straight up tells you to your face “I don’t like you.”

For the record, anyone who has the balls to do that to me, RESPECT (accent on the “t”).

Usually it goes a little something like this: We get vibes from people, and their actions imply they aren’t your number one fan. Boo-fucking-hoo.

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Reasons why this is a wonderful thing:

1). You have a distinct, unique personality. You’re not for everyone, and everyone is not for you. Remember, it goes BOTH WAYS.

2). You voice your opinions. You are not a wallflower. You’re not worried about going along with the group, and for this reason, you’re a natural leader.

3). You have something they don’t. This is usually why people (who don’t know you well) dislike you. It’s more…they dislike the perception of you, which exposes their own insecurities. Instead of addressing their own issues, they blame other, more awesome, people like you.

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The next time you find yourself being upset over somebody “not liking you,” remind yourself of the above. Thank the universe that you do not have to deal with their bullshit. It happened for a reason and took care of itself. You weren’t meant to be friends.

Also, let’s be Zen-like and thank those people for being a reminder that you’re fucking awesome, and their unhappiness cannot and will not touch your happiness or success.

YOU have all the power, baby.

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