Bed Check

So I guess no Literati with the "magic Mike". haha. But I just remembered that last night my cat decided to give me a surprise mammogram. I was asleep, dreaming of hiding in a getaway car when this really horrible pain woke me and I realized it was all 12 pounds of catfoot-concentrated-weight on one boob. God, I imagine it's worse than getting punched in the face or something. Especially at this time of the month when it's the most tender and anyone who gets a foot from it gets a slap from me. Poor thing wanted some attention and all I could do was say "Sooty get off!" and pushed her off the bed. heehee. Sorry kitty.

Me.

For Old Long Ago

Well I've just found out something. But I guess I'll keep it to myself for now.

I have a new blog layout waiting in the wings but I guess I'll put it up later. Just too lazy and too unknowledgeable at copy and paste that I'll wait til the other one is awake and bug him about it. heh. The secret it to act like a girl and they do everything for you. Problem is you get too used to doing that that you no longer can do anything for yourself. Ah me.

So it's a new year's eve (or morning, rather). So many things have transpired this year. I can barely recall any of them. I confuse them with previous years. I hope the new year brings only good things but I guess you can't be selfish (and blind at that). You should take the bitter with the sweet and realize that it is not one or t'other. But either way I can still go about wishing you all a very happy new year and if not a "very happy" one then at least one in which you are content and satisfied with everything you do and receive and don't receive. Be good, all of you. I mean it.

Plans for today and tonight? Well I shall be cooking, then I'll take a nap since I have gotten myself used to going to bed early, and I want to be up for the ball dropping and the kissing session Rich and I will have. EW. No we don't and wont do that. heh. Ok maybe just a little. But perhaps my brother would like to play a game of Literati tonight? I'll call and see. heh. Don't forget the grapes, the noodles, wearing red, and the coins in your pocket. And don't forget that you have to jump up and down so that you'll grow in the coming year. haha. I jumped last year but still stayed at my height. It's funny but the superstitious ties all relate to one culture or another. The grapes are from some spanish influence (you know the 12 grapes at midnight to bring you luck in the 12 months), the noodles (for long life) and the wearing of red (for good luck/prosperity) all have asian influences (meaning chinese). The coins? I dunno. And the jumping is weird too. heh. I know in my household there's the old standard of everything being filled and at the ready. Like we always have to have a full pot of freshly cooked rice, the gas (car) is filled, we have plenty of food cooked, we have plenty of oil, vinegar, soy sauce, just everything is new or refilled. I guess it's just a way to start the new year off, so that on the day of you wont be yelling at someone for not buying soy sauce especially since everyone takes that day off. heh. And I guess so that it's the thought/superstition that you wont run out of anything during the year. Oh I gotta run.

Have a wonderful time all and have a great weekend too!
It's nice and warm out.

Me.
P.S. My nose bled this morning. That means two things: first, that's it's really dry out and the second is for me to know and you to find out. haha.

Packing, Moving, Mourning

It's been hectic here the past few weeks and it's not due to the Christmas cheer or the snow. In fact our Christmas has been abbreviated and the tree was taken down yesterday, along with the Christmas decorations around the house. It's all because we're getting ready for a realtor, open houses, photos of the inside of the house, and I'm just praying that the first person to see it will buy it up and we don't have to keep worrying about someone coming into the house, looking into the rooms and I have to worry about my cat.

I've been packing up all of my unnecessary things. Who knew I could amass boxes and boxes of books? I literally spent days just boxing up my books, compare this to two boxes of clothes (not even large boxes, mind you... and most of it was bulky robes and some bedsheets). Rich's mom looked in askance of my book fetish but she's not a reader so she wouldn't know. I looked in askance of her Norman Rockwell figurines but I don't say a word either. heh.

There's a melancholy feeling to all this packing. I don't know if it's because it's all done during a time (Christmas) when one should feel stable and permanent and "familied" or if I'm feeling a lot of the resistant vibes from Rich's mom, who packs under protest. I guess it's hard to pack and leave a house that you've lived in for over 30 years, and raised your family in. The real person excited and hopeful and delighted about this move is Rich's dad. He goes up to the various people in the house and tells them "14 weeks and 2 days" and walks away with a big grin on his face.

And even though I've disliked certain aspect about where we live (the people/snobs) (the extravagant prices for food) it would be hard not to mourn leaving it because I've had some wonderful times here as well. I really do like the way this town tries to preserve it's past and to keep it looking that way. I love our little, chic square and the clean, wholesome aspect about everything. It's as if someone were dying, someone with whom I didn't see eye to eye with but whose death would cause a dramatic change. So I spend the final days trying not to mourn yet, and enjoying the last few days here.

This is the fourth major "move" of my life. But since I'm mostly conscious for this one, I guess it's affecting me the most. The second one was from our apartment, where I lived for nearly 11 years of my life, and that didn't seem as drastic because we only moved 20 minutes away and most of it occurred while I was at school. We basically just got up and left. But this is different, there's a good chance I'd never see this place again and we're moving to a different climate, a different peoples, different place in the U.S. and I'm leaving a the house that I lived in for 6 and a half years of my life. Crucial years to the process known as "adulthood" where a lot of my experiences were never shared with my parents. Who knew I could accumulate so much stuff? I've lived here longer than the 3 nearly 4 years in our house in New York. Gah. Another long one. I gotta get going. Good thing I'm mostly packed. I could really just walk outta here with my laptop and cat and Rich and be perfectly happy though I would pout for a few days over not having my books. hehe.

I wouldn't know how to end it anyway.

Me.

Update On Self

'ello, 'ello. Gosh I wish I was surrounded by English accented people. You know what I wish someone gave me for Christmas? Duh. A B&N gift card. haha. I can't spend the cash you give me. That's just inherently evil in my new New England frugality frame of mind. If I were in NY, I'd call it something else. heehee. shh.

I'm doing well. Waiting for that countdown to the new year which is going to bring so many changes. But it's not the excitement of a new year that's getting me anxious but rather the Twilight Zone Marathon they run every year on the sci-fi network. haha. It's tradition to wake up on New Year's day, sometime around 9 in the morning and settle down to watching the sci-fi network and being partially annoyed that the next day brought back the return of school and half anxious that I didn't finish those dumb packets they make you work on while you're on vacation. For God's sake, it's called "vacation". gah.

Oh that reminds me, we saw Napoleon Dynamite and I thought it was funny. I'm not sure it's for most people though. Yup, that's right, I'm special and you're not. I'm the only person who can get it's idiosyncracies and subtle humor. Gah. haha. Just kidding... and yet I'm not.

I wish they would stop making those bad (lame) scents to spray around your house. You know the cinnamon and apple spice doesn't smell like cinnamon and apples! I went and sprayed this year's fake tree with william sonoma's actual essence of pine and got a nose full of it and almost died choking on the stuff. Then the rest of the day I would get the occasional sniff of strong pine essence. Speaking of scents, I hate how today's perfumes smell like manufactured crap. Someone should make the scent called "fried chicken". Trust me ladies, you'd get more men attracted to you with that scent than the stuff they have now. I always gag when someone sprays too much body spray. God just because it says "body" spray doesn't mean you gotta bathe in it. By the way, Rich likes to wear the scent "masculine odor". haha. It has pheromones in it that drive me wild! haha.

Played Literati with Mike last night. I won the first two games. Thank God. I had to make up for the previous and devastating losses. He won the third game because he had 3 seven letter words waiting to bash my skull in with. Lucky bastard.

Speaking of bashing someone's skull in... Rich and I received the new version of the gameboard "Clue". Tell me you guys played it as children and that you loved it. I know I did. Why anyone would give me (24) and Rich (29) a Clue gameboard I just don't know. haha. Actually, I begged for it and his mom went and bought it for us. hahaha. It's soo cool. (I also asked for caramel popcorn but someone went and c-blocked me from that present). Getting back... the game is totally automated and you get these game pieces that you have to press on these little round disk and then the butler tells you crap. ahh I can't describe it, but we played two games during Christmas. So neat. Whoa this is getting long. Gotta run! Have a safe and warm day and rest of the week. Currently listening to Bob Seger's "Against the Wind". heh.

Oh and for Pete's sake people, new poll!

Me.

Big Birthday Baby!!

Happy Birthday to my mom today! Yay! She's only a big ole 50 years old! Woo. I hope she doesn't experience some sorta mid-life crisis or anything... hmm. Well happy birthday and many happy returns!! have a great time at your lunch with Ate Mae. i hope you give her my Christmas present!!

Here are some pics from our annual Christmas Party:


(My seatmates at table 5 the best table in the whole place. haha.)


(My brother dancing with Arlyne, laughing their heads off)


(I just love Aunty Louisa's face in this)

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I had a weird "ghostly" encounter when I was alone taking pictures of the tree. I had taken the first one and then felt this rush of air and just felt all prickly on the back of my neck, and just on a whim I took the next picture just to see. The following pictures are a before and after. (Only a few seconds apart... is it the flash or something more?)





Merry merry Christmas all! I hope you all got what you really wished for. I know I did.



Sooty wishes you a meowy Christmas too!


Night night,
Me.

New Poll all and some pics up tomorrow. Yay I finally got my plug!!

Merry Christmas all!

My Sad, Sad Existence and Resolutions

I'm at the parking lot of our local supermarket and it's barely past 7 in the morning. My favorite time to go. I sit in my car just staring out the window and notice that I'm not alone and that the parking lot is getting filled. I watch the old ladies clutching at their purses, in their long trench coats, making their way into the friendly light of the automatic doorway. As I sit in my car I think "whoa, I'm living some sorta sad life, loving this alone time in my car, thinking that I must be the only person up since 4:30, waiting for a "decent" time to rummage around in the big lonely supermarket, then I see that my friends are also solitary old ladies who like to walk around the store in their carts and canes." And I think to myself, "that's me now when it should be me later". ha, if that makes any sense. Then I realize there's something sadder than that. Those "little lonely old ladies" aren't there to shop but are there to work, so I am alone in a big supermarket with the employees and the guy who runs the buffer on the floor.

Lovely day today. It was perfect little-New-England-town-by-the-sea kind of weather. Warm and foggy. I can imagine wearing galoshes/boots and rubber jumper and apron going clam digging or hauling in the fresh catch that the little dinky dinghy just brought in, with the sea spraying its salty mist into my face and making my hair tangle from its brackish assault.

Then this afternoon, I thought to myself "gee I wish mom didn't have to go through the trouble she does trying to type me up a text message." I'm sure it took her nearly ten minutes to type up that text for me when it was only a sentence. Then I thought, "gee I wish Mike could teach her the t9 feature and she'd get it" then I thought, "whoa don't go into that... you know when you wish for that stuff then you get to wishing more more more. Like I wish she knew how to use the internet and emails and ims, or for starters, learn how to use the tv/dvd/vcr combo that we have downstairs". Then that's when it hit me! I always write out a new year's resolution for myself but one should write one for others. Meaning I should make one in which I pass on some valuable skill or knowledge onto someone else. Something that would make their lives a little easier. Right? Something like "teach Mike how to make lasagna" or "train Soot to use the toilet instead of her litter box" haha. Something I know will benefit them. 'Cause you always think about "you, you, you" in the resolutions... well I do anyway, like "eat healthy" or "finish that book" etc. But if you help one person then they wont have to go through the terrible trouble of wasting 15 minutes of their lives trying to type up a message of "got your text. ty. love mom" all in caps. Hmm I'll get on that.

Okay I gotta run. Does anyone know why scallops look like one long, gelatinous tube? heh.
Tomorrow's Christmas Eve!!!! yay.

Me

p.s. if someone asked me what my favorite time was, I'd say "time to eat". haha

Half-Bloods and Alien Theory

Oh my gosh! I almost died today... not literally and perhaps I should watch my language because that is not meant in that way at all. Right speech and all... anywho. I received an email telling me to fuggin' pre-order fuggin' book 6 of the Harry Potter series!! "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" fuggin' coming out in July!!! July fuggin' 16th. Oh fugg me! haha. I was rolling around on the floor huggin' myself. hehe weeee. wheeee. Only 7 more months to fuggin' go.

Another thought... listen to this theory and tell me what you think...
I'm totally convinced (in my self-centered way) that aliens come from the sky to take me to their spaceship to have a look at me under their version of a microscope. How else do we explain my constant nosebleeds as a child? Duh! It's the device they crammed up there to keep track of my progress.
What if a few millions of years ago there was a race of humanoids who lived on this earth, who achieved the capability of leaving this planet and settling elsewhere because of the impending threat of an asteroid that would destroy all living things. Then they left, established life somewhere else, an asteroid then hits Earth, killing the "bigger" creatures, thus making way for our own progression into this identity that we call "homo sapiens"? Therefore we are in some ways related to those aliens out there and they have come to visit us and help us to progress to where we are. How else do you explain the appearances of the pyramids in Egypt, and South America oh and Mexico etc. at the same time? And of course we wouldn't find traces of these humanoids because, well let's face it folks, we can barely find traces of past selves in the depths of the sand and soil. P.S. it's hard to find traces of dead grizzly bears in the wild (such as bones and things). There's no saying that there is no such thing as bigfoot as well. Please to excuse my conspiracy theories but think about it.

Oh speaking of conspiracy theories and the like... I just saw The Bourne Supremacy on dvd and I liked it. If you want some action, excitement and all that, then see it.
Night night all! Yay! Three days til Christmas... except for the Soobster and me, it's only two more days til Christmas. We've made it a tradition to celebrate the birth of Christ on the eve. Call it lack of patience, call it "feels more Christmas-sy on that day than it does on Christmas", call it what you like, just don't call me late for dinner. haha.

Me.

P.S. No one else can call him "Soob", "Soobee", "Soobster" or any variation of "Soobee" but me. Ya got that? You can call him Ate/Manang Rich. hehe.

Me. again

You've Got Mail

Yeah I was just watching CNBC? Some news program... and saw this guy on it who started this thing called "My Soldier" where people can register to become a soldier's pen pal (one stationed in Iraq). I thought it was a great idea since I was one for pen pals and stuff. Now, however, I don't have the time to do this but I figured someone out there would be interested. The guy who started it goes to Manhattanville, same as Leeny and when I did a search on google the first hit was a link from mville. If you're interested you can read about, register or just make a donation here. Oh man wouldn't that make someone's day? There are over 200,000 people registered. Merry Christmas!

Me.

Well Wishing

I just wanna give a big shout out to my mang... hehe. Happy Birthday Soobee!! Go Soobee, it's ya birf-day! Yay!! You're an oldie but a goodie. Cheeseee.

I finally managed to make it to the post office, through the icy roads and snowy conditions and I was totally surprised with a few Christmas Cards and a huge box from my cousin, Mae, (my Christmas present)!!! hahaha. Thanks for the Christmas card: Mom, Julie, Ryan's family, umm, Frances! haha. Yay. I almost slipped and fell but it was worth it. Made my day all. Thanks.

Umm... what else was there? Gah. Well I'm glad George made it home safe. Your parents must be so happy to have you home, for a little while. Oh yeah that reminds me... I can't believe that your mom won those items from the raffle! Sweet. And I can't believe my brother won yet another raffle. Pig! weee, weee. haha.

Oh and the big winner of the Ultimate Pizza Challenge (which needs to be renamed to "half-a$$ed pizza challenge") was Carlos' which is located right across the street from Mike's H.S., Roosevelt. We only did three pizza places, one from Catania's, located in the Tanglewood strip mall next to the cvs and right across the street from Nathan's. Then there was Euro Pizzeria which is across the street (the other side of Central Ave.) and of course Carlos'. The scores went (starting from the top) Carlos' (49/60 points), Euro Pizzeria (44/60), and Catania's (42/60). It was based on price (Carlos' the cheapest at 2.50 a pepperoni slice), size and amount of pepperonis (Carlos' was the biggest), flavor, service, and I think crust/texture. Mom joined in too and she liked Carlos' out of all of them. We'll either continue the pizza hunt next time I come around or else go through with the Ultimate Diner Challenge. haha.

Okay that's it for today. I gotta go read Julie's letter to me and take a long, hot shower. It's so cold outside!! Bundle up. Only 5 more days til Christmas! Have a great night!

Me.

The Blurbs

Here are quick li'l anecdotes of my time in New York:

Nailman
While I was talking to my mom as she got her nails done at the nail salon, the guy who was painting her nails asks us if we were from Thailand and then told us that he went to Thailand once. Then the little old lady who owned the store said "oh, he has a girlfriend in Thailand" and so then the guy sheepishly shows us a picture of him with this woman in a low cut, sexy red dress. Then my mom says to me "oh you think those are implants?" and then the little old woman says to us "that's not a woman! That's a man! hahahaha" and mom turns to the guy and asks "so those are implants?" heh.

Tail of the Moaning Woman
While Mike was taking pictures of the children playing the piano at our annual Christmas party he thought he heard some woman behind him moaning. Then he turns around and sees the old man, wearing a grey suit, standing behind him and that's when Mike realized that the "moaning" sound was the old man farting. haha.

I'm Not Stupid, Stupid
While driving around with Mike and Mom, Mom said "oh that stupid driver" then apologizes to Mike for saying the "s" word. Ughh. "Sorry Mike, that just slipped out." Gahh

Certified Birth
So on the day I left Mom found a copy of my birth certificate and now I can get married in peace. Whew!!

Mister Lover Man
At the Christmas Party Arlyne, Julie and I were accosted by Aunty Louisa, who, playing matchmaker, introduced us to this man who was single and looking. Arlyne being the only one of us who was sweet enough to sit there and talk to him became the object of his "wooing". haha. I maliciously referred to him as Arlyne's "lovah" and he kept coming back to whisper sweet nothings to her only to be laughed at when he left. At the end of the night he, like any gentleman, thanked Arlyne for a wonderful time and said how wonderful it was to meet her. Ooh baby, "I'm in lab with a man nearly twice my age."

I Like It Better When It Hurts
Man something happened when I was in New York but I just don't know what because now I have this huuge bruise on my right waist side. Maybe Rich punched me on my side while I slept last night "that's what you get for leaving me". I finally had a chance to look at it this morning and it's purple. heh. Ow

Haste Makes Waste
Yeah so I forgot my laptop plug in NY in my rush to get back to Massachusetts. Dummy. Watch that "d" word! I need my mom to mail it to me but it's Sunday so I wont get it til sometime like Friday. ooh that makes me so mad!

Life In Mono
Here's Ryan's xanga. Click here!! Hope I spelled that right.

You're So Sweet
Thanks so much for the presents all. I am so happy! haha. I especially liked the presents Mike gave me. I shall cherish my Moses and Jesus action figures. haha. I peeked before Christmas time! Bad! Bad!

I will post the outcome of the Pizza Challenge tomorrow. Hope George got home safe and sound from his 8 hour drive! I'll try to post some pics some time when I finally receive my laptop plug. heh. Sorry. Have a wonderful rest of the week!! Only 6 days left til Christmas! Yay!!!

Me.

Bless My Homeland Forever

Then I always imagine saluting after that line. Yesterday I asked my mom if she remembered what that stuff was called and she asked dad and he said "I remember the guy would come around carrying these big canisters on his shoulders (so much for my hot dog cart memory) and he'd call out 'tahooo' 'tahooo'" and looking it up in the filipino food/cuisine glossary I read that 'taho' is a drink made of soybean curd and syrup. I think it gave me the shats... hahaha I guess it would come out that consistency if that's all you ate the whole day.

So no pizza challenge yesterday. Thinks were running a little hectic. But tonight, is the night... the big night! I'm a nervous wreck just because Mike and I are really in the program, no lie, Aunty Louisa told mom that we better be ready to go. I say "holy mother of g-d". We decided on what song to sing but we haven't perfected it and just too much going on. heh. But we'll pull through, we always do! Or I always do, anyway. Good thing Mike's got a good chunk of it. Don't be surprised if we pull out the guitar and all you see me do is strum along. haha. Okay I gotta learn to keep these short. Have a good day all and for some of you I'll see you tonight. You better cheer for us too! heehee.

Me.

Thanks For The Memories

So I'm still in the middle of tidying my room up. It takes so long because I get caught up in the "memories". I sit there and read a journal from when I was 14 and think "oh my gosh, I'm so innocent" or "when was I that smart" or "god, close this up, I'm such a geek" or "what I total spaz I was". Then I found an old stratego board game from the 60's. Mike must have bought it and left it in my room. It's interesting for me because Rich and I bought a newer version of it a while ago and to see this authentic, older version is pretty neat. Like a child who's used to the PS2 seeing an atari game system or something even more ancient. It's just neat is all.

I know I'll just end up shoving everything into the drawers or something anyway but to pretend that I'm doing something noble makes me feel good. haha. I guess Mike and I will do half of the "ultimate pizza challenge" today. I'll have to write out the "scoring cards" so that we can give separate scores to crust, cheese, flavor, texture, size, amount of pepperoni, etc. Can anyone else come up with another category? Then we'll add up the scores and whoever has the highest will be crowned the unofficial ultimate pizza. haha. I wanted to try the California Pizza Kitchen, but when we passed it the other day it looked as if it were an actual restaurant that didn't do take out. I doubt they have plain ole pepperoni anyway.

Ah, but that reminds me. Okay let me just take you back a few. Picture it, Philippines summer of 1980. It's early morning, before the sun has a chance to bake you. It's already humid and there's a haze hanging about. Around the corner there's a faint tinkling of a familiar bell and from inside a little house comes my mom. She's pregnant, flagging down the man with the bell. He's pushing a little cart and she asks him for one of his wares. He reaches into his little thermal cart and pulls out a warm container full of this solid white mass on top of which he drizzles a syrup over. ha

Now, I grew up eating that stuff and to me it's just delicious. I don't know what it's called and when I asked my mom she had forgotten as well. She was under the assumption that it was good for me. It was full of protein and she was convinced that it would make me smart. heh. Well... remember the other day when we saw Aunty Febe at the Golden Village? During Thanksgiving we had gone there as well and I saw this huge container of this white stuff with these little brown syrupy things placed on top. The day we saw Febes (as mom calls her) I asked the woman at the counter if that stuff was sweet and she said "yes". But I didn't have the courage to buy it. Well... yesterday I went on a little trip and bought it! It was warm but I didn't open it til I got home. And I smelled it and it smelled exactly as it used to. I don't know what these chunks of white stuff were but they have the consistency of flan. I have an idea that I spent the afternoon eating tofu. When I was younger I asked mom what it was and she said it was like curds and whey. I envisioned myself as Miss Muppet on my tuppet... But anywho, I devoured half of the container and left the rest to my mom. It really doesn't taste like anything until you drizzle a little sugar syrup on it. I guess poo wouldn't taste so bad if I drizzled a little sugar syrup on it too. haha. Okay so ends this post.

Have a great day all!!
Me

Continuation

So I've been yapping away with my mother. You would think that after 4 days of being here I would be done with yapping but I guess there's always something that's missed. Well when yapping's mixed with some good ole fashioned apple pie then you tend to talk a little longer. heh Anywho...

So I need to finish tidying up my room, which I will do in a little while, after this post. I also need to finish importing some songs from old cds I have and from the family's collection into my itunes. You will not believe how many songs we have. I started on Sunday and I'm still not done. I was totally excited that I had 2.4 days worth of songs in my collection and boasted to Rich about how many I had, then fell into a deep depression when he told me he had 4 days' worth of songs. eh.

Oh and I finally found the ever elusive "blue book" which actually says "clear book" on the front and still did not find my birth certificate. So I went to the source of my birth, my mother, and asked if she had it and she said "oh well isn't it in your blue book?" No it's not. But she told me wonderful news in the form of "don't worry, your dad has a copy. I know you need it to prove your age in getting a marriage license." Thank God. She also told me that she'd search her files but thankfully dad has a copy. Whew.

So that ends that. It's sooo cold outside. It's below freezing I think. We certainly cannot walk the track in this weather, even if the track is right in the sunshine. Trust me I know. Yesterday, even with two hoods on and a scarf my poor little ears were stinging, even after a few hours of being inside the warm house.

I will now go and cook something warm and comforting... perhaps some beef stew. I promised Mike I'd make him some. Since he's coming home tomorrow, I'll just say, "it's better the next day". mmm adobo and mongo beans. I'm drooling. hehe. hahaha.

Have a good day all! I've got things to do. Mayhaps I shall traverse to ye old market and buy some wormy apples.

Me.

I should just start calling these in because by the time I get here I eventually forget the words and ideas that were bursting to come free whilst I was in the midst of things. But the walk from my bedroom to the family room really does take a lot outta ya and here I am typing nonsense that has nothing to do with what I intended to say.

Hmm... let's give this a chance though... let me begin by saying that I spent most of the morning in my room cleaning it, or rather, tidying it, since my family believes it is now just a storage facility for their magazines and letters, boxes of water and discarded presents. My room is now the place where unwanted and unwrapped gifts go. I feel as if I've stumbled upon another dimension each time I enter it. ooh mom's home. brb.

Will write later. She's yapping away at me.

Me.

in addition to the long one below...

i cannot believe Mike is winning raffles all of a sudden. He won his 20 gb ipod at school and now he won a george forman grill (the one with the cool blue bun warmer on top) at the Filipino Armed Forces raffle on saturday. Man I better beat him for this friday's raffle. haha. Come on lucky numbers! I want the money. Don't worry I didn't jinx ya, I knocked on wood! oh no that was fake wood! heh.

Me.

p.s. can anyone tell me what "lambing" means? I asked mom but she just gave me the example of "oh mom/dad can you get me blah blah"

Essay

Alright, who wrote the long essay on weight loss and mental health? Huh? I say "gee thanks" to you. Anywho... so I'm up, after a 10 hour sleep-a-thon. I was drifting off to sleep around 8 when sometime later my cellphone's incessant buzzing jolted me awake and I listened to it buzz itself right off the desk and pop open onto the floor. I know it opened because my room was suddenly filled with blue light. So in my semi-blindness I reach down and find the source of the light with my hand and lo and behold it is my brother, finally getting back to me with an answer to my question of "how was your exam?" He was shocked to find that I had been sleeping but we talked for a few. First off, his exam was fine and he has to write a paper for Thursday. Then he likes the no work-ness of pocky sticks as opposed to yan-yans. Why that came up was that I was at the Asian market and saw them displayed and wondered which Mike preferred. Didn't matter any way since I picked up both kinds.

Oh by the way, sorry that there isn't a new poll up... it's due to two things... slow dial up and I can't remember my password. So deal with it.

Okay back to topic. So while at the Asian mart I saw Aunty Phoebe (I wonder if that's how she spells her name and it's not "Feebee" or something) and she had in tow her youngest daughter. Now I almost said "hey Baby-Girl" because I know one of her two daughters has that nickname but luckily I listened to my inner mind who shouted "shut up! if you doubt what her name is then just say "hello" and be done with it" and so I said "hello". I learned that lesson earlier in the day (please reference Michelle's dry cleaners incident). Lucky for me I learn quickly... So then I had to cover that "almost embarrassing moment" by really having an embarrassing moment. Aunty Phoebe says "oh I heard the good news" and I said "oh thanks so much" and then she says "congratulations" and I'm like "oh... thanks so much again!" gee I can't even let her talk. But anyway so I confirmed my suspicions later that night when talking to Mike that her youngest daughter is not in fact nicknamed "babygirl" but rather it is her eldest daughter that holds that title. hmm.

I went on to tell Mike that I made bihon (rice noodles filled with veggies and chicken, pork and chinese sausages) and that the parents devoured it. He said "great, there wont be any left for me to eat when I get there" but I said "never fear for I shall save you some in bowls and write your name upon it!" He can have all the portions I didn't eat. Too bad though, because the apple pie is almost gone, and that's all mom's work. heh.

We decided that the ultimate pizza challenge will be held on the Thursday he gets back. We also decided that the $25 gift certificate mom received but let us have will go to a "family gift" of a new big big cooking pot. Mom's been dropping hints left and right for a really long time now and since it's her money might as well spend it on her. Yesterday she said to me "oh I've been really searching for one of those really big pots but I can't seem to find any," and then a minute later she says "oh don't forget you have that $25 g.c. that you and Mike can spend" and then she drove me past this store called something like "chef's gear" and pointed it out to me, "oh I've never been in there..." she must think that I am so dense. haha.

Okee I gotta go run a marathon. It really isn't to burn off the calories I just ate but rather to burn off the fat I made while I slept last night. That's why it's better to exercise first thing before you eat, so that you burn off the stores from the night before. Blah blah blah. I aint mental. But I am a fatty-bumba. (fatt-hi-boomba)

Love you lots. You know who I'm talking about.

Me.

Tipping the Scale

There's a reason why when on a diet I refuse to weigh myself and avoid all scales. It's because I'm a nut case and will actually go mental if I step on one. Therefore for the past few weeks I was careful not to step on the one in the weight room. However, I was relieved to know that when I stepped into my house in NY, we would definitely not have any scales around because we are not a weighing type of family. Then, as I walked into my room, my sanctuary, my place of rest, what awaits me on top of a box but a scale. Of course it would be. My parents used it to weigh the boxes of goodies they sent to the Philippines (Balikbayan boxes). Well I was immediately called to it and I gingerly lifted it up and set it down. Then instead of doing as my mind told me to do, which was "kick it beneath the bed dumbo" I slipped on top and weighed myself. Then that's when the lunacy kicked in. I said "oh no, that can't be right...it's all the clothes I have on. This is ten pounds of jeans I have on" and so every article of clothing came off with each weighing. But now that's not the craziest part. The craziest part is when I actually believe that my glasses are the cause of that extra two pounds and I rush to change so that I can run to the bathroom, wash my hands, pull off my glasses, put on my contacts, tie back my really heavy hair and run back to the room only to take off my clothes and stand on the scale. All that running must have made an impact as I stepped on. I am only 7 pounds from the goal weight. But my stay in New York will fix that! I will, when I return to Massachusetts, be 11 pounds from the goal weight. Aren't you all so proud of me? Thanks to the invention of the scale and super models all women can now believe that their bodies are the ugliest bodies ever made. Sigh. Good thing it's not like that for me! Right? hahahaha. Oh god I've gone crazy nut ball. Now I will use the track and pray that I burn off the calories from breakfast, dinner from last night and the previous carb attack I had over the weekend. Yay to good body image!
Have a good day all!!
Me

And Away We Go

So it's off to New York for about a week. But don't worry... i'll be posting when i get there. I will have a new poll up at the end of the day as well!

Have a great week all! If you haven't gone shopping for loved ones yet, I suggest buying online. There wont be a hassle.

Me

Muffs

Surprise Me

I was in the shower when I thought to myself, hmm, it would be really sweet if Rich got me a surprise present, something expensive, something I would never expect. It's true that Rich would get me a present that I was hoping for and spoke to him about and planned ahead of time with lots of research behind it, however I've never gotten anything as a "surprise", I think because he hates getting surprises. Then as the shampoo ran down my face and into my eyes I thought, god how would I react to a $1500 Louis Vuitton bag? I think my first thought would be "why did he buy me such an ugly bag?" then my next thought would be "i don't need a bag and what ever would I use this for?" then I would yell at him for spending so much for it. I am absolutely clueless when it comes to expensive handbags, only from what I see on tv, and shoes (I know the name blahniks and to tell the truth I wouldn't know the difference between them and payless shoes), no idea the difference between the "name brand" clothes and wal-mart and my engagement ring could be a cubic zirconia and I would never know the difference. Standing under the hot water and half-meditating and half-thoughts-running-through-my head I said, what I really want would be a nice pair of earmuffs. I really need a good pair. Black would be nice, because then I'd look as if I just let my ear hair grow free. Yeah, nice and warm. Then the hot water ran out and I really wished I had warm earmuffs. hehe.

Have a great night everyone.
Me

The New Wave

I used to be obsessed with watching the infomercials for the Ronco Showtime Rotisserie and dreamed of someday owning one of my own. And to tell the truth mom did give me the money to buy myself one a few Christmases ago but I had specifically told her to buy me one because I know my cheap-a$$ would only put the money to savings and not splurge on an appliance, especially one that was from an infomercial. However, as I sat in front of the tv this morning surfing around for my familiar Ron Popeil 30 minute slot, I came across my new favorite infomercial. Folks, I say "adieu" to Showtime whatsit and "bonjour" to the new wave of consumeration: da da da da The Brand New "Flavor Wave Oven" (Deluxe). It's Deluxe son. Oh my, you can place a frozen any-meat and it will cook it quickly with juicy, scrumptious results. Hooray! I was beginning to be able to mouth along to the whole of the Showtime show. "Set it and forget it!" Well guess what? It's forgotten. Hip hip hooray! Ride the wave!

Have a great day!

Me

Joke Of The Day

Divorce

An elderly man in Phoenix calls his son Bob in New York and says, "I hate to ruin your day, but your mother and I are divorcing. Forty-five years of misery is enough! I'm sick of her, and I'm sick of talking about this, so call your sister in Boston and tell her," and then hangs up.

The son frantically calls his sister, who goes nuts upon hearing the news.

She calls her father and yells, "You are not getting a divorce! Bob and I will be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a single thing, do you hear me?"

The father hangs up the phone, turns to his wife, and says, "It worked! The kids are coming for a visit, and they’re paying their own way!"

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This is funny to me because it's pretty true around this time of season. Especially if you have kids that like to filch offa ya.

Me.

All Under One Roof

I saw this documentary on the role filial obedience played in the lives of the peoples of China. It was strange yet familiar. The filial piety that a child showed to his parents and the piety one showed to ones ancestors runs deep in every family. They had several varying examples from the older generation and their required acts of devotion to their ancestors and their parents to those who place their parents in nursing homes. With each new generation there is a further step away from this duty. Of course they showed teenagers who rebel from this idea and want nothing to do with this filial dutifulness, and then there was this man who was forced, by this idea of "piety", to marry a peasant woman when he was in love with a city woman. On his wedding day he said "in all this wedding celebration I am the only one who is sad" but then he went on to say that his sadness did not matter in the whole of having happy parents and happy family in his marriage. They also said that your parents' happiness was what mattered and one felt this way toward them even after they died because they were the ones who gave you life.

I watched it and thought "wow how sad and horrifying" yet I know that I feel this extreme obligation to my parents and have also been brought up by this idea that my wants and needs came second to theirs. Now don't get me wrong, it's not as extreme as that but I do jump and ask how high when they say. Weird how they raised me this way... well okay, I guess it stems from being raised in a mulit-generational household. Man the first four years of your life really does make the deepest impressions, and yet I don't think Mike, who wasn't raised as I was, feels any sense of this. I like the idea of having the different generations living in one household, or as I did, my aunts and uncles lived next door and we were all enclosed in a "compound". One family celebrated a holiday and there were 30 people living all under one roof. One of them said something like we put aside any idea of "self" and always think about one another. There is no "I". I can see how that can cause some problems, especially as a teenager searching for an identity, but the idea of having so many people to turn to also has its merits. Okee, I gotta run.

Oh that reminds me. I saw the movie "Hero" with Jet Li. Never have I seen such a beautiful, luscious , eye-sensational movie. The story was ok.

Me.

P.S. m-w.com's word of the day is "epenthesis" and it's the addition or development of an extra letter or sound to a word. For example... do you know someone who says "ath-a-lete" in place of athlete? That's epenthesis. heehee.

Have a great day all!

Me

BKNY

Yeah I just wanted to add one more thing to my list of Christmas gifts...
a spongebob squarepants watch from Burger King. If you go to bk.com you can view the five to choose from. The one I want is either "Squidward" or "Plankton" but any of them will do. Only 1.99 with any purchase of a value meal. Ooh ooh please!!! Oh my gosh some people are selling 'em on ebay for $20. I'd never sell mine! I'd keep it and treasure it. I stil have my big a$ talking simpsons watch with Bart on it. It flips between the time and the date now. I pressed the little button to change the time and accidentally broke it. I only wear it now for show and to hear the cool phrase "eat my shorts!"

Oh yeah the lemon pie and gingerbread...
Well the gingerbread was a hit with me and the rest of 'em. I kept scraping up the little bits stuck to the bottom and taking little tastes. heh. And I left a few bars of it for Rich's parents and while I put the Christmas tree decorations up the bread was being slowly filched and when I was done it was all gone! The lemon pie is another story. I took a slice of it and it just had this weird eggy flavor to it. ew. Rich thought it was decent and ate a couple of slices. His parents liked it though. I also made one other, simple pie, called a "peanut butter pie". I made it because it looked tasty on tv but also because I found that I would end up eating plain ole peanut butter for no reason at all but that it was there. So either I made it and shared with everyone or else I'd have a whole jar of peanut butter to myself, and me with peanut butter is dangerous. haha. I'm kidding! Although I was tempted to dip my fingers in and take a taste, which I never did! I don't even particularly care for peanut butter but it just calls to me to eat it. So strange. So I made that pie and had a bite and actually thought it was pretty good. Rich said it tasted like a "peanut butter cup" (like a reese's... I like to pronounce it reeseese unlike the common pronounciation of "rhesus" or "rhesis" rhymes with thesis).

Okay that's it for today. Gotta run now. Have a wondeful new week! Yay! Christmas is almost here! Oh mom will be out shopping today for a new gown for the Christmas party. I hope she finds something nice. heehee. Elegant and dazzling!

Me

An Epiphany

Hey all I just found out that the "12 days of Christmas" are not the days leading up to the big day of Jesus' birth but rather go from Christmas 'til January 5th. The Epiphany (also known as "Three Kings' Day") begins on January 6th.

Also, I've been worrying what to get Rich for his b-day. I have two of those to worry about every year. Him and my mother. They're both "close to Christmas" babies, meaning I have to buy a b-day present as well as a Christmas present all at the same time. Well it finally hit me and I think the "epiphany" occurred while I was just drifting into sleep last night... good thing I remembered it this morning. I said "a-ha" and rushed to order it and now I have nothing left to worry about. Yay! Thank you early-sandman-ephinany-bringer. I wont tell y'all what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise and he reads this so I don't wanna ruin it for him. hehe.

Also I will be making Lemon Pie and Gingerbread tomorrow. All new recipes and I hope they turn out well! Oh actual gingerbread! You know you slice it up and eat it (looks like toast but sweeter) not like the hard stuff you use to make gingerbread men.

Okee... I gotta run along. Yay Christmas!!!

Me.

Streaking

I really dislike the fact that we have only one bathroom. In reality there are two bathrooms but one is for our use and the other is for the others' needs. Problem with having only one bathroom is that it is under construction right at this moment (it's getting painted) so the blinds are off the window and when I sit down to the toilet and pee it feels as if the whole world can see me in my splendor. Someone can actually stand on the porch and peer into the bathroom and watch me do my business. So I can't stand around nakkey checking out each and every flaw without the morning rush hour traffic also being witness to them as well. heh. You know? I really love my body and would seriously go around the house butt-nakkey if permitted. I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all. I mean seriously, to me it's like looking at someone's naked arm. Ooh how incredibly exciting! (I meant that sarcastically). In the summertime we basically see everything anyway, right? To be totally nekked has no sexual meaning to me, it's my island native trying to come out. I really hate how on the discovery channel they've begun to blur out the natives' breasts when they didn't use to. By blurring it out they're implying that there's something wrong with it. I'd rather have them blur people with those piercings in their eyebrows and nose, cheeks and tongues and bellybutton. I find that more disturbing and unnatural. They should be blurring those guys with the plates/discs in their mouths than the womens' breasts. Ugh! What is wrong here? I guess the problem isn't with me but with other people. hahaha. That's what it always comes down to. I guess I wouldn't want my parents and brother seeing me walk around naked. Oh well. When I have my own house don't be too surprised...

Oh speaking of streaks... Ken Jennings has finally lost his! I actually saw it! I think it was the Seinfeld curse. haha. For more info on Ken please click here.

I've sewed a satchel for Rich, to place his presents into. It's not that big but it takes the place of a stocking. I'm actually quite proud of myself. The satchel is so cute. I was jealous that he had his own so I will have to sew myself one later. haha. I wish I knew how to work the gosh-darn sewing machine, I did once, but now... if I did these tasks would only take two minutes instead of a whole day. I will post pictures up later of my handiwork. I've also begun to wrap fake presents to place under the tree, which, at this moment is non-existent because they have to paint the living room.

There was something else I wanted to write...
Oh yeah. I saw the "Blind Swordsman" last night. I thought it was good. I even laughed at a couple of parts, but Rich disliked it. I think it was all that tap/steppers dancing at the end, just didn't go with it. And the whole eye thing was a tiny bit disturbing.
Hopefully we can watch Hero tonight. I really couldn't understand the message left to me in that leet language stuff. I mean l33t. heh.

By the way, I don't care that the present you got me won't be "romantic" and "sweet". If I need a pair of galoshes then I need a pair of galoshes! By the way, I wouldn't mind a nice waffle iron. mmm fresh homemade waffles. Oh and a mixer? hehe.

My Christmas List:


check it out, a real cast-iron, waffle iron. haha

I'd really like a cuisinart stand mixer but I can take a sunbeam one...

Oh and:




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haha. Gotta run.

Have a great day folks!

Me

Quick note

New poll up. This was inspired by the conversation I had with Julienne and her family on how huge my feet are. Haha. I got to thinking about it... the only reason why my feet are huge is because of the extra two inches I call my "miracle toes". They can seriously do magic. heehee. I mean pulling a rabbit outta hat by its ears.

Me.

Movies, Music and Misc.

Listening to Abba's "Take A Chance On Me"

There's someone painting outside, in our bathroom. I can hear them breathing through their mouth and the fan is on to suck up all the fumes from the paint.

I have to run out in a few minutes and grab the "Hero" dvd, which we never got to see in theaters because our crappy theater wouldn't play it. Teh Sux0r.

I have to finish writing and then I'll make my way outside. I've already been out to mail my aunt's Christmas card (Phils) and I'm sorry to say that I was late with it. I should've mailed it by the beginning of November... at this rate she'll receive it sometime in April. I also mailed out the rest of the Christmas cards. Sorry, no holiday stamps, the line was too long for them or else I was too lazy to order them from online or there just never was any parking for me. I had to sacrifice one to see if it needed extra postage and so someone's card will just have a .37 cent inked stamp. Turns out it didn't need extra postage.

Listening to "Love Train" by the O'Jays.

Start a love train! Love train!

Have a good day.

Me.

Back To Life, Back To Reality

Back on that diet I started. I'm sure I gained any of the weight I lost prior to Thanksgiving, due to the pig out sessions I had in my three day stint in New York. I know I have messed up the system because as I type this I am having hunger pangs and that can only be brought on by eating. haha.

That reminds me... I guess my "ultimate pizza challenge" will have to be postponed til I return in December, after the Christmas party. Mike and I were going to do it last friday but we went out and had no time in the evening. What does the "ultimate pizza challenge entail" you ask? Well there are several pizza places that we know of and others that were recommended to us and we wanted to narrow it down to one "ultimate pizza". We are not going to any chain stores, such as pizza hut and dominoes (i really don't like dominoes pizza anyway) but to the corner ones with real New York Italians working the dough, sauce and cheese-y toppings, like "Tony's" and "Angelo's" and "Bella's" ('cept we're not going to Bella's cause it aint that good and wasn't recommended by anyone.) One place is on Central Ave. near the racetrack, which was offered up to us by Mae and she heard it from her friends at work (when she used to work in NY) and it's one of those "dives" that all the stars go to because the pizza is sooo good. The other two are competing ones in our old neighborhood in the Bronx: Tony's, which was the most accessible since we didn't have to cross the street, and Lisa's which was harder since we had to cross two major intersections but I think it was tastier because the crust was thinner and delicious. Then there's Carlos' which is close to where we live now and I've heard good things about it from Mike and his friends, and actually Abelle told me about it a long time ago too. And there's one next to Ribs on the Run that we've never tried. Hmm. We might have to do a two day spree for this. Or order one slice from each and split it. I think we'll only order pepperoni and keep at it so that we don't have competing flavors and opinions on the topping alone. I want this solely about the pizza... hmm maybe we should just order plain slices then? We'll talk about it later.

Alrighty I gotta run. Have a good day all.

Me.

S Bomb

I spoke to my mom about Mike's "cursing" problem on the way up to his college. I said, "oh mom, you know he says the 's word'? and he says it's genetic because he gets it from you." Then she starts to laugh and she says "oh i can't believe it! Remember when he was a little kid we had to stop saying the 's word' because he would go around saying it?" and I was like "wha?" I don't remember my parents being big cursing freaks around the house... Get this! She thinks Mike's faux pas was saying the word "stupid"!!!! She thinks her son goes around saying the word "stupid" instead of the word "shit" (or shet, as Filipinos say it)! Now I sat back and didn't say anything. She can go on living her fantasy world. She did say she would tone down her road rage in front of him. heh.

Now what bothers me is the question "has she really created this delusional world in which her favorite, youngest, only son (the one that carries our ancestral name) can do something that is almost seen as "cute" (oh look he goes around saying "stupid", he thinks he's a big boy now)" and "will she end up hating the messenger for bringing her the news?" if so, then I'm keeping my mouth tightly shut. God, when she finally sees that her little fantasy isn't true I hope she doesn't shatter. I've seen evidence of it. You know those movies where the woman's unnatural smile cracks open when the news becomes too much to bear and underneath is this seething beast or a sad sack of black bubbley goo? That's what I imagine.

Thank god I sorta broke that mold (with me) and she's a little more accepting of whatever I tell her. That's why I'm always surprised whenever I tell her something that I think would cause the figurative plates to shake she just says "okay that's good" and lets it pass. But that means I broke her heart and now she's clinging to the only good thing in her life and that would be my brother Mike. I worry for him and hope he wont tell her anything that would kill her. Eeee. I worry about them both. Eh, everything's good. Right?

Sorry about bitchin' about the scrabble, doesn't bother me.

I really do enjoy being around both of them and vice versa but I've become that person staring on the outside and I can see better from here than if I were in the midst of it. It's strange because I don't think I can do anything about it even if I can see it all unfolding in front of me. heh.

I've become too serious. I just woke up and need nourishment. Okee, there was something else I wanted to add but I can't remember it. Oh well.

Have a great day all. I will be posting from Massachusetts after today. Christmas time is here!!! Oh happy day.

Me.

Linear

Going back to Mass. tomorrow and I am sleepy and tired after a long day. This morning was crammed with lines. Let me explain. Mike and I joined Julie and George and their mom, (Aunty Marlette) at the Woodbury Commons Outlet shops, in upstate New York (not too far from Mike's school actually) and what we first saw was the line of cars looking for a parking spot, then a line of people at the Puma store, then a line of people at the Gap Store, Armani Exchange, Coach, Timberland (who wins the prize) and many other stores. However, it was quite exhilirating walking about in the brisk cold searching out the good sales and the short lines. My feet are a tiny bit sore but I'm glad that I got all of my Christmas shopping done. heh. I don't have a long list... We headed home, laden with gifts and but a little lighter in our wallets, stuck in another line on the Tapan Zee Bridge (grr... did I spell that right?) and yes "er" is a word and yes you can use the same word twice in a game of scrabble, so shove it. P.S. if the first thing you go for at a Thanksgiving Day party is the "lite" beer your dad brought along then you need to get a life. And your boyfriend sucks at being a dj. Thanks.

I'm too tired. I gotta brush my teeth. Tomorrow I will get cuddles from Soobs and I am looking forward to it. Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving and next year I hope that I realize that on Thanksgiving I would be more thankful that I was around friends and family instead of bitching over a game of scrabble. heehee. I lab you.

Night night all.
Me.

Soundtrack Of Our Lives

There are so many songs that whenever I hear them I can recall an exact moment in my life where I heard the song. Of course the most obvious would be the ones where I cried to because of a broken heart (like "Unbreak My Heart), but I can recall good summer songs where I was driving to the beach with the window open and the hot air tangling my hair (like "Always Be My Baby" Mariah Carey) and just feeling good. I can remember having my parents driving home and I had fallen asleep in the back and waking to them humming along to "All Of My Life" (Stephen Bishop). I can remember listening to Ella Fitzgerald singing "Sleigh Ride" over and over again, playing it on my stereo (New York) because it was my first Christmas with Rich and he couldn't sleep because it was too quiet, and I can never forget the way she sang "giddiyap" and my drifting in and out of sleep to it.

Whenever I do something I always wonder what song would go well with it. Ya know, like in movies, where they'll play something like "On The Road Again" when someone's driving down a dusty highway. haha. What are some songs that when you hear them you remember an exact thing you were doing?

Night night folks!

Me.

The Eve Of Thanksgiving Eve

Nothing much to say except I cooked some good food today and in keeping with tradition I sampled each and every dish I made (except the sandwiches, of course) and now I'm feeling a tiny bit bloated, but I'll chalk it up to "Thanksgiving weight", what is this becoming? my fat journal? gee willikers.

So time spent with Mom tomorrow while we drive up to pick up the little brother at university. I will supply the bridal magazines and she will supply the chatter and gossip. Ooh an hour and a half of gossip. I'll be able to catch up with what's going on in everyone's lives in time for the party... including yours! haha. I like when it's just me and mom. I think dad thinks I am too young to be listening to that talk. haha.

I am extremely pissed off... because I had sent away for a Disney wedding video 3 weeks ago, today, so that I could have it for the party and have everyone sit down and view it and get them all excited about going to Disney for the wedding. Well they told me that it would get here in 2-3 weeks and it still hasn't gotten here!! AHhhhh! No video for thanksgiving! Fuggin' fuggs.

Anywho, I gotta run (not literally). Have a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving. I'll see you all soon! I'm very thankful of everyone and everything in my life. I love you all lots!!! I love you too Soobs. haha. Mush!!! Ew.

Me.

P.S. There's a new poll up if you didn't notice.
P.P.S. I should be able to blog in new york so don't think you'll miss out on all my great posts. haha.

"I Hope She's Not Playing Me Like A Turkey"


In three days I will be home in Nueva York, cooking my butt off, preparing for Thanksgiving. But before any of that can happen I must work my butt off here in Massachusetts in time for Real Estate giving (tomorrow), meaning some woman is going to be taking a tour of the house and use her great mental powers and prowess to determine how much this house will sell on the market. I cannot believe it's Sunday already. I have a bunch of areas to "tidy" up before she comes. Last Sunday, Rich and I went to our local library and watched this "intimate concert" presented to us by the "transcontinental duo". It was a Russian man (acoustic guitar and 7 string guitar) and Japanese woman (flute and acoustic guitar). They played a repetoire of russian songs and it was actually pretty darn good, I was impressed and moved. Funny enough, one of the songs they played was this song Mike and I sang a lot because we'd go to Queens with my parents' friends every weekend and go to this restaurant/night club where this Filipina would sing "Those were the days my friend, I thought they'd never end..." and we'd go dancing around with Maan and Ayet. I forget if Arlyne came with us then, or not.

I guess I'll have to go running around the track with Mike when I go home to New York because my parents will not sit around and watch me not eat any food. sigh. They are such enablers. Can't blame 'em when the food's so good.

Last night, I broke down just a tiny bit and ate this creation that Rich came up with and I executed called "Cupcake Dream". That's what I call team work. I can't give you the secrets just yet but I can say it had pudding, whipped cream and cupcakes. It was a dream! So good and so rich that Rich could only eat three and this guy can eat the whole batch without batting an eyelash. I told myself the whole day that I would not succumb but I saw his face, the flicker of supreme joy in his eyes, and gave in. I got myself the tiniest sliver ever. I've basically cut all sugar out of my diet. That really helps. As Rich says "carb begets carb" and once you have a little, you crave even more. Remember when I had that rice at lunch with Ate Mae? Well the next day I indulged in fried potatoes smothered in gravy as if it were the last man on earth. God I still feel guilty about it. As everyone knows "unused" carbs becomes fat and having that bit of cupcake dream makes me want more sugar! more sugar! haha I'm working on it. No rice!

Anywho, I gotta catch "Best Week Ever" and clean up a little more. Hope to see you all soon!
Yay! Have a great day!

Me.

P.S. I don't like turkey. Chicken's fine for me.

"Ooh I Have A Thing For Socks"

Hey all, just got back from my lunch with Ate Mae, or Frances, as she likes to call herself. I had the best time! I took the ferry over and we met behind Faneuil Hall in front of Quincy Market and "got something to eat" at Todd English's Kingfish Hall. It was really really good. I had a Spit Roasted Seafood Skewer, which was swordfish (melt in your mouth), scallops, shrimp and chorizo over fried basmati rice, mmm delicious. We talked and laughed over family things, life things and other this and that. Then we went around browsing and looking for socks because she's into socks. Well guess what? She got me a pair too! Socks that I've been wanting for a long time! The kind with little toes!!! oh my god! I got a pair of pink, fuzzy, delightfully warm socks (I have them on now). I finally have pink feet!! hahaha. I really needed them because my feet get cold but I insist on wearing flipflops everywhere because my feet practically write for me, they're that good, and having conventional socks just hinders their abilities.

They insisted on posing so bear with me... here are four pictures of them, in their wonderment and joy over finally being warm, yet dexterous...


These are Footses



Foots


Artsy Footses


Waving bye-bye

heehee aren't they cute?

Me

"I want to be wrinkly
Utterly wrinkly
Wrinkly like a Triplet from Belleville"

I saw "The Triplets of Belleville" and it was sweet and funny, endearing and sad. The animation was good, strange, not what I'm used to. However I wouldn't recommend it to everyone. It's in french but really there is no one really speaking in the whole movie, it's all inflections and actions. You know how some comedians are "a comedian's comedian" (meaning only other comedians think he/she is hilarious while the rest of us just say "oh-kaay") well this movie is like that. So I'm saying it may not be for everybody. Well what can you say? It's foreign. haha.

My cousin is coming later today and I will meet up with her for lunch at Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market. I really do like that place. A long time ago Rich and I ate at a restaurant there and the food was marvelous, however, when we went back it was gone! Like magic, making the experience even more memorable, because it could've been a good meal, but since we can't do it again we couldn't measure it to how good it really was and therefore creating this fantasy that the meal was superbly out-of-this-world. hahaha.

Okee gotta run dearies. Have a wonderfully terrific day!

"They're Greeeeaaaat!"

Me

"You See A Doll On A Music Box..."

First off, let me just say a big "Happy Birthday" to Leeny weeny, bo-beeny, a.k.a. Arlyne. Yay!! 19? Whoa you're getting up there huh? heh. Next year you'll be starting a new decade... that's just indecent.

Haha

Okay, so Elf was ok. It was funny and done well. I did crack up a couple of times. If you wanted something light, funny and a little christmas cheesey, (you know the kind where someone changes in the end because of Christmas spirit) then watch it. Artie Lange was in it. heh. He played a mall Santa. Speaking of mall santas... this year our local mall didn't put up lighthouses and though santa is there he even doesn't have a lighthouse. I passed by and gave him and the whole shebang a dirty look. One old person was looking at me curiously as I left, shaking my head in disgust. This is the last Christmas that I'll be here. Luckily there is a huge mall where we will be living called The Mall at Millenia, here's a peek. Isn't that hilarious? I thought it was millenium not millenia. ew it has a p.f.chang's. Thank god for that Yankee Candle! No mall would be complete without one. (That was meant sarcastically).

I gotta run. Have a wonderful day all!!! Yay.

Me

Dreamy Thoughts

I am just about to watch Elf... I'll tell you how good it really is tomorrow, but for now...

You know how you're just about to fall asleep and weird thoughts come flashing through you're mind. Well I call this time my "brainy thoughts time" because that's when the brightest ideas come, consequently I forget them all, I think I may have solved the meaning of life at one point but then I fell asleep thinking "a-ha!!" Well listen to this!!

How many weeks are there in a year? 52, right?
And how many weeks in a month? 4, right?
And how many month in a year? 12.
So how come it's not 48 weeks in a year (12x4)?
Where did the extra (4 weeks) month come from and where does it go??

I've come to call that extra month "Festivus" in tribute to George's dad on Seinfeld.

How's that for deep thoughts?? haha. G'night folks and sweet dreams.

Me.

Obscenities and Bad Things

This post has nothing to do with the title, I just felt like writing it.
It's about quite the opposite really... wait not quite. I do wanna bitch about something but that will come later.

I spent most of the hour of 8 writing up pleasantries onto Christmas cards, which I will be sending out on November 30th so that you can have most of December to cherish it. I don't get to appreciate the late coming Christmas cards. I have finished my list of people to send it to and that also served to be a tentative guest list for my wedding. I mean come on, if I don't send you a Christmas card, does that really mean I want you at my wedding? So... I hope I didn't forget anyone... heh. It's cold and crisp out. The sky's a frosty blue, only reserved for winter and in a little while I'll convince Rich to get his parents to return my movies for me so that I don't have to bundle up, scrape the ice from my car, warm it up, and sit inside for the one minute drive I wouldn't dare to walk. Speaking of movies... I saw the Stepford Wives, that's all I am going to say (dumb) and I saw Ju-On "The Grudge" the Japanese version of, yup, you guessed it: The Grudge. It was alright, but I had to compare notes with my brother as to how the two differed and how they were similar. Most of it was the same but there were a few quirks. It ended about the same too.

Now speaking of my brother...
I know college is the place where you're on your own so that you can experience life in the "safety" of having your leash loosened from your parents a little more, but does that mean you drop all sense of decency? Hey I curse too, but I'm not a potty mouth, mister! (My curses being "fugg" and "bloody hell" and "thinner!!!") I don't appreciate my phone calls with you interspersed with obscenities and bad things. Terrible. Think of me as being brought up during Victorian times, in other words I'm a prude so I'd be happy if you kept your dirty language to yourself. You kiss mom with that mouth! Oh and I'd like to have you know I wont tell anyone, except the people who read this blog... and yah go ahead and live your life drinking "socially" when you're only 18!! Jeez. I mean sure, have a drink, try it, but just don't tell me you woke up with some f-ugly unknown next to you and that you've contracted a disease. That's disgusting. Hey I made mistakes too just don't make the huge ones that drinking can make. Haha, I make you to look like a drunk but you did just have a teeny drink right? Right?? hehe

Lala. Oh by the way, the peanut butter frosting and chocolate cake was good, and because the frosting was a little "smoothed out" by some sugar and milk it wasn't tongue-roof-of-my-mouth at all, but I just had a teensy weensy sliver. haha. Remind me to make it for you when I see you, or would you prefer a cheesecake? Too bad mom doesn't like things too sweet, she surely wouldn't like the frosting, but it sure smelled nummy. Okay I gotta go and buy christmas stamps and clean the other room. Have a wonderful Sunday and a big "I love you" to everyone, and to that special one who's still asleep and will probably blush when he reads this... I know, I know you don't blush, you're such a big, macho man! grrr. hahaha.

Have a wonderfully warm day, inside and out!
Me.

"Lick My Stocking"

It was supposed to be "rip my stocking" but the Japs have a tongue confusion with their "r"s and "l"s. I stumbled on a phrase today, twas "sense luscious" (i call that "sibilacious", my word... root word, sibilant).

Oh, oh! It's a-snowing out. I woke up this morning and in my sans-glasses sightlessness (sibilacious) I saw the light! The light outside the window, caused by the reflection of light against the snow, thrown upon the tree, and I immediately knew there was snow on the ground... the tree told me. Oh how I love it, just snow, mind you. I dislike the wet, slushie sound the speeding cars make on the road outside. I even dislike the sloppy snow, clinging to my windowscreen. But I love dry, fluffy, virginal snow. I think I brought it on because yesterday morning I awoke the neighborhood to sounds of Clyde McPhatters and the Drifters singing "White Christmas", one of my favorite songs about Christmas. Funny enough, I only found it last year. (I never watched Home Alone). Another of my faves followed... Eartha Kitt's "Santa Baby" which I joke to everyone I will sing one day at our annual Christmas Party. I couldn't find the version that Marilyn Monroe sings. Oh well. Purrr-fect.

Okee I gotta run around now. Toodles. Haha. Oh and new poll!! Vote.

Have a lover-ly, snow-filled day all!

Me.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

I went to the mall yesterday, first time in what seems like decades, dripping with leaves (having just finished helping Rich and his mom rake the leaves around the pool area) and smelling like pine needles. But I was slightly surprised to find that they have decorated for the holiday season already. It gets me so excited! It's almost time for our annual "picking of the Christmas card". You know that card you receive in the mail from us? That's an hour's worth of standing around in Hallmark listing the pros and cons of different cards. And because we live by the shore, the mall puts up lighthouses in the four corners (if you can call it that) of the mall, dressed in snow and winter fare. I didn't get to see if they did so because I went through Macy's and stayed within their confines. It was bu-say (biz-see). Soon they'll have santa in his chair, the lighthouse as the background, men and women dressed in outfits, or not at all, ringing the salvation army bell. I miss Cross County's Salvation Army man, the one who stands outside of cvs, playing the trumpet. These people don't even smile! I always wonder if they get paid for it or if it's volunteer work. Maybe I'll volunteer and sing to everyone who passes by. I'll get Mike to come up one weekend and sing with me. We'll have Rich on guitar, as accompaniment. haha. Whoa... wait a minute... not such a bad idea. And we don't have to be part of the organizations...heh.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
ev'rywhere you go..."

mmm... I love November's dark grey days, the cold spurts of wind puffing through the window's crack. Time to make the doughnuts! Or make that Apple Pie... Alas, tomorrow will be Chocolate cake and peanut butter frosting...

Have a wonderful day everyone!! New Poll on the way.

Me.

Classic.

Joke of the Day

Fleeing The Draft

Two military policemen were chasing a fleeing draftee from The military base. The draftee ran into the courtyard of a convent. He saw a nun seated on a round bench beneath a tree, quietly reading a book.

He said to her, "Quick sister, please hide me I don't want to be drafted and the M.P.'s are chasing me!"

She lifted up her skirt and said, "Quick hide under here." The two policemen came by and asked if she had seen anyone. She replied, "No."

After they left she told the young boy to come out and that everything was going to be OK. He thanked her and said, "You have a nice set of legs for a nun!"

She replied, "If you reach up a little farther you'll find a nice set of balls too. I'm not going to be drafted either!"

haha.

Progress

This is just my first draft/interim page... bear with me. There are a few things that need to be cleaned up.

Night night.

Me

Ooh You're So Good

Thanks for the updates folks! Now how the heck do people find my site by typing up "boston terrier menstrual cycle"? And for the other people, it's not "bernie and phils" it's "bernie and phyl's"! Get it right and stop coming to my site. Heh.

I was in the mood for finding and writing to old friends. My one friend that I have been writing to and have known since 3rd grade has gone and left me to wonder how her life is going. In reality we haven't beheld one another since 6th grade but we still wrote. I guess it was just too much for her. Ha. Then I wrote another friend, a chiropractor to be, from h.s. She and I haven't seen each other in a year. She's too busy at some cold, desolate place on the corner of NY.

Oh, I was just reminded why I wrote this blog. I've noticed that Rich and I have a lot of our conversations in the car or if I really boiled it down, when we're at the brink of a transition. For example, if we were to go to the mall or some other place we barely speak then but in the car, when we unconsciously know that we will be mute for an hour or so, we end up yapping away at one another. Another example is how we congregate by the bathroom door, when one of us is about to take a shower. We, however, do not yack it up too much when we're sitting in the room together, because that's not where it happens. haha. The magic happens most... in the kitchen, among the counters, stools, table, stove, fridge and sink. haha. Alright this is getting nowhere and I must be off to save the world. ta ta for now, kids.

Beautiful if not cold out. That's funny, I think the tree outside grew some leaves, I could've sworn that it was totally bare the other day. Must be the leaf gluing fairy's job.

Me

Update!

Come on people, am I the only one who has to keep up my end of the line? Huh? I need to know what's going on in your lives too. Jeez. I don't care if all you did was sit there pickin' your nose and wiping it on your foot, although I would be grossed out, I would at least know what you were doing.

I'm gonna keep my posts short until I get some responses! So there! And you better respond to threats!

Have a wonderful day.
Me.

This and That

Hey all! New poll, by the way. I'm working on my layout today. I came up with something not so fancy, but hopefully everything will fit inside. haha. Sometime today or tomorrow, expect a surprise!! haha. It's a joke!

I'm feening for Filipino food. Yay Thanksgiving! Julie and George, beg your mom to make me some of her fabulous chicken lollipop and that "wonton soup" (well I call it that, i don't know what it's called). She has to give me the recipe on the stuffing she puts inside the wrapper, and the soup... etc. Tell her she has to make it for me because this is one of the last times she'll see me before Florida. In reality I will see her perhaps three other times before I go. I'm almost her daughter for god's sake! haha. Then I'll beg dad to make dinuguan. Ew, I just saw pics of brown dinuguan after doing a search to check spelling. Gah! You know what? Dad doesn't make his spicy. That's because it's good! He doesn't need to cover his up with junk. haha. I want mom to make lumpia, or for English-only fiances, springrolls (hmm, what would dinuguan be in English? Roughly translated... to add blood? From the word "dugo"= blood. I dunno). I'll tell mom to make her fruit and macaroni salad. You know people would consider her fruit salad more like the "ambrosias" that I saw on foodtv, without the nasty marshmallows. Ok, marshmallows are not nasty, but imagine it in fruit salad? (Right Michelle, marshmallows are nasty... after you just told them about feening for slaughtered pigs' blood). You know what I like too? Lechon, or for E-o-f's "suckling pig". mmm pig! haha

Oh my gosh, I don't know if I every mentioned it but one of the guy's from Black Eyed Peas is Filipino. He lived in the Phils until he was in 15 then moved to Los Angeles. When he first went into Will's house, in the projects, after first moving to America he was like "whoa, you have a nice house! your toilet's inside!" after coming from having a toilet that was more like an outhouse and it didn't flush. heh. I find that funny because I know what that's like. I had to take a poo in the Phils and had to remember to get a bucket to "flush" the poo down with. And it was dark and stinky in there. I think some "water" splashed on my feet. Yup, it's good to be in the toilet bowl that's America. (Oh he's not the tall, native american looking dude... he's Mexican "Taboo")

I caught on the The Daily Show last night (it was the previous night's show), they had footage of Filipinos in the Phils. demonstrating against having Bush re-elected. They had them standing around with posters and one guy was lighting a poster, with Bush's pic on it, on fire. They also showed a pic of the Daily Mirror's cover that said "How can 59,054,087 people be so dumb?" haha. well it is just a tabloid...

Okay, looks nice out huh? Oh wait... it was nice out earlier, but now the grey is all over. Oh that's Bunches! Sootie Bunches, that is. Haha. Last night I was dreaming of a cat meowing and meowing and then I opened one eye and all I saw was a black little nose sniffing my face. Sooty was on top of me, meowing for attention and I think she might have been stealing my breath. haha. She's too adorable sometimes. I can't see how some people just don't care for their pets right, especially the mammalian ones. Rich and I drove over to the beach the other day and the neighbors' poor dog was leashed up by their tree just standing there in the freezing cold. Bastards. It's such a pretty dog too. I mean I can understand leaving an ugly dog outside.... just kidding!!! Gosh, don't call PETA. It's mean now, just barks and lunges at people passing by. Just like the "neglect" documentary I was watching yesterday, narrated by Susan Sarandon. It was called "Broken Child" and it spoke about the effects of children who are neglected and abused. The majority become abusers as well. The abuse and neglect really do something to their brain's functions, which make many of them short-tempered and full of rage, that they cannot control. One child, who seemed possessed by the devil himself, has a large tolerance for pain and one day, while watching a movie, reached up and took hold of his permanent tooth and ripped it out, root and all, without so much as a bat of his eyelashes. See what neglect does? Don't let this happen.

Ok, I gotta go. Talk to y'all later!

Me.

new poll!!! vote, vote, vote!

January
and I catch a glimpse of the low grey band of clouds that have replaced the crisp blue sky of October
and in short, quick movements I will be whisked away to
April
grasping at every tree that marches me further and further from home, wondering if their
December
will bring the same anticipation, that stomach clenching, heart-warming cliche that one cannot
get away from of northern holidays. In this last day of January I am silently hustled into
February
which seems the longest month of the year, with its biting cold; igloos; no class; scraping at
March
who is blowing away the snow, only to be followed by another blizzard and into fast, cold winds of the highways as I am swept away toward some new place bodily but I am somewhere, still caught up in the tempest of
November
howls and stuck on the bare branches of the tree outside.

"Flee You Fools!"

What is happening to our country? Does no one see what's going on? Rich and I were talking about the idea that maybe we should just let the south successfully secede from us. We (being the ones who didn't vote for Bush on those maps) would be made up of the northeastern block and the western block and anyone else who'd like to join the 21st century. We are now being run by a Republican senate, house of rep. and of course the President. Folks, that's two out of three. Two out of three what, you ask. Well we all know from our Schoolhouse Rock and our social studies classes that there are three branches of government, (Legislative; i.e. the House of Rep. and Senate, Executive; i.e. Mr. President, and Judicial, i.e. the Supreme Court) the whole checks and balances stuff, well guess what? It's gonna be more like three out of three. With ailing justices there's a big chance that Bush will be replacing them this 2nd term. Haha, he's not gonna replace them with someone who'll vote against him, silly. This means we'll have conservatives in our Supreme Court. Do you know what that means kids? That means this country will return to the stone age... wait, I can't insult the stone age like that. Listen up ladies, there is a chance that this presidency will overturn the ruling of Roe vs. Wade. Come on, we've taken the Regents, we know what that is. This means that there is a possibility that you will not be able to have a legal abortion. Who the fugg has the right to tell you what to do with your body? Well it seems the religious right, or should I say "reich" does.

This radical religious right has and is oppressing this country. They're censoring everything and everyone that does not fit their views!! I'm on the verge of hysteria here because we are on the brink of becoming Nazi Germany all over again. Gays can't marry at all and soon you and I will be kept from marrying outside our "race". We can't do or say anything, as if our right to freedom of speech no longer has any value. I might be taken in for writing all of this... If none of you have heard yet... read this person's live journal entry (10/27/04). We can't even watch television anymore without someone telling us it's wrong.

*We're in a war we cannot win, and should not be in.
*Our economy is shot to hell.
*They're tightening the that noose a little more with every little thing:
Banning of gay marriage and gay rights,
Opposition to anything done outside of marriage
Censorship of t.v. (J. Jackson), radio (H. Stern), books (Harry Potter). Anything considered "indecent".
Restriction on abortion rights, and perhaps the actual law that makes it illegal.
Restriction in the advance of science! i.e. stem-cell research and other items as well.

This is no longer a separation of church and state.

Come one folks, are you kidding me?

“Terrorism is the best political weapon, for nothing drives people harder than a fear of sudden death.”

-Adolf Hitler

-----Other quotes:

"I trust God speaks through me. Without that, I couldn’t do my job." -- President Bush, quoted in the Lancaster New Era, during a private meeting with an Amish group.

“I believe that I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator.” A. Hitler

"I went to the U.N., as you might recall, and said, either you take care of him, or we will." G. Bush (whitehouse.gov)

"It must be thoroughly understood that the lost land will never be won by hopes in any League of Nations, but only by the force of arms."
- Adolf Hitler

Here's a little hypocrisy:

"These terrorists...we have seen their kind before. They're the heirs of all the murderous ideologies of the 20th century. By sacrificing human life to serve their radical visions, by abandoning every value except the will to power, they follow in the path of fascism, Nazism and totalitarianism. And they will follow that path all the way to where it ends in history's unmarked grave of discarded lies." -- George W. Bush, 9/20/01 (taken from rightwingnews.com)

One last quote...I've been writing this since 5:30 a.m. forgive my rambling.

"To announce that there should be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, it is not only unpatriotic and servile, but it is morally treasonable to the American people."

Theodore Roosevelt

And In Other News...

So today is voting day. I will fail to assert that right and responsibility because I have not registered. Anywho, doesn't matter because New York and Massachusetts are both democratic states and will give it to Kerry... however, I will register in Florida if we stay longer than two years because of its swing-state stature. Well we'll soon find out who the "winner" will be. But there are high hopes for big K. (Hey that's mine, made up on the spot, so ya can't steal it). My brother is home voting his little heart out, and will be driven up to New Paltz in time for his 10 o'clock class. I think he just wanted to experience the whole voting sensation, with the booths and curtains. I have an idea he's throwing his vote away but what are ya gonna do? I heard Andy Rooney say that if you're ignorant of the facts then don't vote but...can you name two of your state senators?

I will be home the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Mom says she's throwing a little party. hehe. She said, jokingly (I hope) that it was to be my bridal shower. What I can remember from these dreaded bridal showers I attended as a child was that people (all women) gave presents like lingerie and ooh'd, ahh'd and told dirty jokes. Then they made you strut around with the lingerie hanging around your neck while they cackled and remembered their own weddings, and wedding nights. I hope this wont be a chance for all of them to impart their own love-making secrets. EWW. But knowing all of them, it is (the worse offenders being loose-Luisa and spicy-Susie oh and you may think Aunty Jo is quiet and unoffending but I got some stories to tell you). I will of course be found on the floor laughing my a$$ off. I wonder if I can finally drop the "aunty" and just call them all by their first names... I already do, behind their backs. Don't you dare tell anyone!!!! Ahhh!! Hahaha. By the way, the wedding will be in Disney. Yay.

Oh I feel like a big disappointment. I failed to wear a costume for halloween! The kids on the street have come to expect a costume for the past six years that I've answered the door to pass out treats. This one kid...whom I shall call Harry Potter, always tells me how great my costumes are. He even came by last year, with a friend to show her my costume! His words, "they always have great costumes here". Then when I answered the door I saw his face drop. Oh my gosh, I'll never get over that. It's like finding out there is no santa claus. I hope he liked my sleepy college kid costume, when I wore my SUNY New Paltz t-shirt and sweat pants. (Hey George get me a SUNY Buffalo t-shirt! I'm gonna ask Isa for a UPenn t-shirt, I have my UMass sweatshirt and fake Harvard Hoodie.) hehe. I was gonna yell after them, "wait!! I'll throw together a costume!! Don't goooo!" The rest of the people were a little disappointed that I didn't wear a costume either. Oh gosh, I'm so sad. I'm still reeling from it.

Oh Florida's doing it again!! I heard, Rich's sister was told to vote some place she wasn't familiar with instead of where she should be voting, near her. So, because of that little "mess up" she's not voting, because she doesn't know where to go! If that's not a scam I don't know what is. Stupid Florida. Ughh.

Have a wonderful November!!! I'll tell Mike to stay in school so we can drive up to pick him up. The drive up is so nice and soothing. Not too many cars on the road either. heh.

Have a wonderful day all!

Me.