Excuses!
Yeah so I got my ass kicked last night playing Literati with Mike. If that's not a jolt to quit neopets then I don't know what is. Oof, how embarrassing. I'm still reeling from it. haha. Mike's never gonna let me live it down. Eh, I don't mind really. For one, it's been several months since I've played Literati or any word game of that type, second, Mike's been up on his scrabble-ing etc. Third, I have neopets to worry about. heh.
There's a "summerfest" going on around town and hopefully Rich and I will be able to wander around today and take some pictures. I'll post those up when I can, if I can. I wanted to bike around but it'll probably be too busy and we'd never be able to park our bikes anywhere. By the way, it's fast Friday. We enjoyed fasting so much for ten days that we decided to have one one day a week. It stems from the christian fast day during lent. Also known to many as "fish friday".
Oh to the person who left me that comment on "the kite", gee I wish I could help you but I've already tried looking for it too and no luck. It may be on the def poetry jam site but you need to be a registered member and I think you need to pay for it. That's what happens when you live in a country that doesn't support the arts as much as they do the art of war. Sorry. Besides, I've thought about it and it's probably better if you saw it performed than just reading it because it really needs another person doing it. Why not just look up when they'll repeat that show on tvguide.com or something and tape it. heh. Have a great day everyone! It's beautifully sunny now.
Be good!
Me.
P.S. Literati game on Sunday, anyone? Text me. heh. I'll do the ass kickin then! hehe.
p.p.s. new poll coming up baby.
ditto
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Rainy days and Wednesdays
Silly me, I didn't lug along an umbrella when I went to the supermarket this morning and so got a little drenched walking to my car both times. It seemed only to pour when I went to my car, never from. It's been a bit drizzly here and I guess it's good to have at 9 in the morning when at the supermarket no one is walking about... not even the oldies but goodies, or as mom calls them, "ta-tang-agers" ("tatang" is like another word for old people) (it's a play on "teenagers"). But it's a good day to cook and so I set about baking a cake for Linda's b-day, chocolate chocolate, meaning both cake and frosting are chocolate. I don't like the way my yellow cakes turn out, though Rich appreciates my lemon cakes, but that's a different issue. Then I made some chili con carne, for Scott ... I wasn't counting on it being so good though. heh. Ya just gotta be in the know. sucks for you.
Speaking of cooking... if you cook for her kids too then you're underpaid. Mind you I got paid $50 an hour when I took care of her kids and I didn't have to cook, though I woulda been happy to. P.S. you're taking care of more kids. When I did it there were only three of them and they were little enough that I could boss them around. heh. (I'd ask for more... use college as an excuse). Well I hope you're saving your money. But I guess it's all good. I hope my cake is good. Have a great, if rainy, day. Don't get washed down.
me.
Silly me, I didn't lug along an umbrella when I went to the supermarket this morning and so got a little drenched walking to my car both times. It seemed only to pour when I went to my car, never from. It's been a bit drizzly here and I guess it's good to have at 9 in the morning when at the supermarket no one is walking about... not even the oldies but goodies, or as mom calls them, "ta-tang-agers" ("tatang" is like another word for old people) (it's a play on "teenagers"). But it's a good day to cook and so I set about baking a cake for Linda's b-day, chocolate chocolate, meaning both cake and frosting are chocolate. I don't like the way my yellow cakes turn out, though Rich appreciates my lemon cakes, but that's a different issue. Then I made some chili con carne, for Scott ... I wasn't counting on it being so good though. heh. Ya just gotta be in the know. sucks for you.
Speaking of cooking... if you cook for her kids too then you're underpaid. Mind you I got paid $50 an hour when I took care of her kids and I didn't have to cook, though I woulda been happy to. P.S. you're taking care of more kids. When I did it there were only three of them and they were little enough that I could boss them around. heh. (I'd ask for more... use college as an excuse). Well I hope you're saving your money. But I guess it's all good. I hope my cake is good. Have a great, if rainy, day. Don't get washed down.
me.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Tell It Slant
Saw Def Poetry Jam again last night (it's after the Ali G show). (it started a new season last week) I'm always so impressed to see these people get up there and read their poetry. But it's more than just reading. It's a performance and I love it, even the not-so-good-cliches. It takes a lot to go up and read your poetry, especially memorizing it and then emoting. I think that some people should write it but pay someone else to perform it because some people come across as flat, but then it's still good. There must be some vibe in that audience. Like electricity. I want to go on! heh. But I'm serious. I've been bitten by the performance bug, being both an art and english major I love the feel of being the point of attention and touching people with my work. I remember people getting teary over my art pieces and poetry (okay one person for my art work and a few classmates for my poetry... but you have to understand that many of them are hippies... why am I putting them down?) It's a rush. I am now motivated to write a poem. I was touched by last week's guy and his poem called "the kite". god I'm a dork. yeah it was a love poem. but it was awesome. though some people might not agree. Last night there was a guy with a poem called "constipation" which was hilarious. "constant patient of constipation". haha. I'll keep you posted. Problem is I'm not sure many people get poetry. eh. it's all good.
Me
edit: by the way, I believe most love poems are written by men... are we that cold? haha. I may not write a love poem because of this. I just aint got it in me. heh
Saw Def Poetry Jam again last night (it's after the Ali G show). (it started a new season last week) I'm always so impressed to see these people get up there and read their poetry. But it's more than just reading. It's a performance and I love it, even the not-so-good-cliches. It takes a lot to go up and read your poetry, especially memorizing it and then emoting. I think that some people should write it but pay someone else to perform it because some people come across as flat, but then it's still good. There must be some vibe in that audience. Like electricity. I want to go on! heh. But I'm serious. I've been bitten by the performance bug, being both an art and english major I love the feel of being the point of attention and touching people with my work. I remember people getting teary over my art pieces and poetry (okay one person for my art work and a few classmates for my poetry... but you have to understand that many of them are hippies... why am I putting them down?) It's a rush. I am now motivated to write a poem. I was touched by last week's guy and his poem called "the kite". god I'm a dork. yeah it was a love poem. but it was awesome. though some people might not agree. Last night there was a guy with a poem called "constipation" which was hilarious. "constant patient of constipation". haha. I'll keep you posted. Problem is I'm not sure many people get poetry. eh. it's all good.
Me
edit: by the way, I believe most love poems are written by men... are we that cold? haha. I may not write a love poem because of this. I just aint got it in me. heh
Sunday, July 25, 2004
"Do It!"*
So the other night Rich and I saw "Starsky and Hutch" the movie with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson. I don't know but when you put those two together, wow! It's magic! haha. Yeah it was a funny movie. I give it 3 stars (outta 4).
The other day we went kayaking. Ooh my arms were sore for a few days. We went to a new place. Actually it was at the beach/park we used to run at. It seems that all we can do is an hour and a half worth of rowing and no more. No matter what we say or how long we go the first half of the trip. This time was fun because it was new and because there were little twists and turns and more boats to be wary of. Especially the big 'uns that carry passengers over to the city. We went under a bridge and that was a little scary and fun. We didn't dare to look up just in case a chunk of bridge fell to our faces, or someone's burning cigarette butt hit us (but of course we did steal glances upward as we were going beneath it).
I figured it would be easier rowing back because the current and wind seemed to be going in our direction but I guessed wrong and we struggled back, fighting off other boats' wakes and bouncing up and down in our boat.
Good times had by all. Look at that, we're weekend warriors. Mountain biking and hiking, kayaking and kiting. Next it'll be rollerblading. heh. Or skiing! I want to try jet skiing. heh. Maybe the next one will be neckbreaking. No it'll be man huntin'! Too bad it's just the two of us. Man I wanna go paintball shooting out in the woods with a bunch of people. heh. Man is the next beast on the list.
It goes like this:
Squirrels (gotta start out somewhere)
Deer (for the venison)
Wild boar (for the tusks)
Elephant (for the ivory)
Mountain Lion (for the hide)
Bear (needed a rug)
Tiger ('cause it lunged at us)
Man (overpopulation) (there are many other reasons too... add your own)
Yeah yeah I talk tough here but if I were to be ever shot with a paintball I would be down and crying like the girl I am. Maybe it'll just be those laser ones so no one gets seriously hurt. heh. Okay I gotta run. Have a good time all and remember "Do it!"
* "Do it" is a funny phrase that Ben Stiller says in S&H. He's in costume and he says it with a deepened voice. ah! Just watch the movie... or see the commercials on tv.
Me.
So the other night Rich and I saw "Starsky and Hutch" the movie with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson. I don't know but when you put those two together, wow! It's magic! haha. Yeah it was a funny movie. I give it 3 stars (outta 4).
The other day we went kayaking. Ooh my arms were sore for a few days. We went to a new place. Actually it was at the beach/park we used to run at. It seems that all we can do is an hour and a half worth of rowing and no more. No matter what we say or how long we go the first half of the trip. This time was fun because it was new and because there were little twists and turns and more boats to be wary of. Especially the big 'uns that carry passengers over to the city. We went under a bridge and that was a little scary and fun. We didn't dare to look up just in case a chunk of bridge fell to our faces, or someone's burning cigarette butt hit us (but of course we did steal glances upward as we were going beneath it).
I figured it would be easier rowing back because the current and wind seemed to be going in our direction but I guessed wrong and we struggled back, fighting off other boats' wakes and bouncing up and down in our boat.
Good times had by all. Look at that, we're weekend warriors. Mountain biking and hiking, kayaking and kiting. Next it'll be rollerblading. heh. Or skiing! I want to try jet skiing. heh. Maybe the next one will be neckbreaking. No it'll be man huntin'! Too bad it's just the two of us. Man I wanna go paintball shooting out in the woods with a bunch of people. heh. Man is the next beast on the list.
It goes like this:
Squirrels (gotta start out somewhere)
Deer (for the venison)
Wild boar (for the tusks)
Elephant (for the ivory)
Mountain Lion (for the hide)
Bear (needed a rug)
Tiger ('cause it lunged at us)
Man (overpopulation) (there are many other reasons too... add your own)
Yeah yeah I talk tough here but if I were to be ever shot with a paintball I would be down and crying like the girl I am. Maybe it'll just be those laser ones so no one gets seriously hurt. heh. Okay I gotta run. Have a good time all and remember "Do it!"
* "Do it" is a funny phrase that Ben Stiller says in S&H. He's in costume and he says it with a deepened voice. ah! Just watch the movie... or see the commercials on tv.
Me.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Nightmares
Wow! What a night! I had nightmare after nightmare. I woke up the first time from a nightmare where this black floating thing was coming for me and was trying to kill me. I kept trying to run away from it and I would hide and it would mistake someone else for me and therefore killed them instead. By the end of it there were a lot of people dead and I was next. I woke up feeling like I was unable to do anything about it. The next nightmare I don't remember except that I woke up a second time scared out of my wits. The other nightmare was one where someone was trying to smother me and I was losing the fight. I woke up a third time gasping for breath. The last one my cat woke me before I had a chance to get deeper into it. I was in the woods following this girl I didn't know and I think she had a machete in her hand, but I don't know if she was going to kill me with it or whack at the bushes and branches around us. Or maybe both?
Yeah, nice huh? Oy! Gotta go.
Have a good day all.
Me.
P.S. New poll! It's a hard one because Rich and I were discussing it yesterday, and yesterday I had a definite answer but today, writing it up, I kept going hmm, hmm hmmm! as each one came up. Then now I changed my mind because some of the others I appreciated more than others. I might go with... wait I don't wanna influence anyone. Yeah yeah stole it from slashdot again. s.s.m. sweet dreams all.
Ditto
Wow! What a night! I had nightmare after nightmare. I woke up the first time from a nightmare where this black floating thing was coming for me and was trying to kill me. I kept trying to run away from it and I would hide and it would mistake someone else for me and therefore killed them instead. By the end of it there were a lot of people dead and I was next. I woke up feeling like I was unable to do anything about it. The next nightmare I don't remember except that I woke up a second time scared out of my wits. The other nightmare was one where someone was trying to smother me and I was losing the fight. I woke up a third time gasping for breath. The last one my cat woke me before I had a chance to get deeper into it. I was in the woods following this girl I didn't know and I think she had a machete in her hand, but I don't know if she was going to kill me with it or whack at the bushes and branches around us. Or maybe both?
Yeah, nice huh? Oy! Gotta go.
Have a good day all.
Me.
P.S. New poll! It's a hard one because Rich and I were discussing it yesterday, and yesterday I had a definite answer but today, writing it up, I kept going hmm, hmm hmmm! as each one came up. Then now I changed my mind because some of the others I appreciated more than others. I might go with... wait I don't wanna influence anyone. Yeah yeah stole it from slashdot again. s.s.m. sweet dreams all.
Ditto
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Dreams
During the past few nights I've had some strange dreams. The first one that I can recall was about three nights ago. In it I was looking at my nails and saw that they had pocked areas in it, and when I looked closer I noticed they weren't just tiny little craters but big holes in my nails! The holes were so deep that I could touch the flesh beneath. That's all I can remember about that dream.
Second dream I had happened about two nights ago and included Arlyne, Mike and my parents. We were all walking late at night to this concert hall because Mike and Arlyne were going to sing. I was carrying this huge box and inside was a tiny replica of, i think it was, the capitol building in d.c. that I had made and was going to show it to everyone. I remember sitting in the chair waiting for Leen to sing, and I remember it was dark but the stage was lit up in an orange light, and the curtains were orange too, or maybe that was just the light. I don't recall the concert but I then we were waiting around at the end of it for Mike and Arlyne, and I was thinking how cold the walk would be since we were all dressed fancily and it was chilly outside.
Then last night I had a dream that I can't remember anything from except that my family was in it and that they were riding around in their car.
I'll have to call Mike later and talk to him. I haven't spoken to anyone since...? Three weeks ago? Last time I spoke with Mike was the airing of the Amazing Race. We left messages but just never seemed to be around whenever the other called. Alrighty I gotta get going. I will be seeing you kiddies later.
Have a great day!
Me.
P.S. Have to add that Ashlee Simpson will be at my local mall on Wednesday. Too bad Rich doesn't wanna go and say "hello" heehee. I can understand... she's not Jessica.
P.P.S Tonight is "Trading Spouses" night starting at 8! Then at 9 there's a show on Bravo called "Things I Hate About You". Wait...is it bravo? eh.
Ditto.
During the past few nights I've had some strange dreams. The first one that I can recall was about three nights ago. In it I was looking at my nails and saw that they had pocked areas in it, and when I looked closer I noticed they weren't just tiny little craters but big holes in my nails! The holes were so deep that I could touch the flesh beneath. That's all I can remember about that dream.
Second dream I had happened about two nights ago and included Arlyne, Mike and my parents. We were all walking late at night to this concert hall because Mike and Arlyne were going to sing. I was carrying this huge box and inside was a tiny replica of, i think it was, the capitol building in d.c. that I had made and was going to show it to everyone. I remember sitting in the chair waiting for Leen to sing, and I remember it was dark but the stage was lit up in an orange light, and the curtains were orange too, or maybe that was just the light. I don't recall the concert but I then we were waiting around at the end of it for Mike and Arlyne, and I was thinking how cold the walk would be since we were all dressed fancily and it was chilly outside.
Then last night I had a dream that I can't remember anything from except that my family was in it and that they were riding around in their car.
I'll have to call Mike later and talk to him. I haven't spoken to anyone since...? Three weeks ago? Last time I spoke with Mike was the airing of the Amazing Race. We left messages but just never seemed to be around whenever the other called. Alrighty I gotta get going. I will be seeing you kiddies later.
Have a great day!
Me.
P.S. Have to add that Ashlee Simpson will be at my local mall on Wednesday. Too bad Rich doesn't wanna go and say "hello" heehee. I can understand... she's not Jessica.
P.P.S Tonight is "Trading Spouses" night starting at 8! Then at 9 there's a show on Bravo called "Things I Hate About You". Wait...is it bravo? eh.
Ditto.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
The Tiny Ship Was Tossed
And so Rich and I decided to go kayaking the other day and as we were getting everything ready the clouds drew closer and turned dark and ominous. We checked the weather report and found that there was a slight chance of a thunderstorm, but the word "slight" kept us going. At the beach the dark clouds only loomed bigger and gathered closer but we shrugged and decided that if there was a gale we'd just stop at one of the neighboring islands.
On the kayak we go, pushing off, and towards distant ports. We, of course at that time, have not gotten the technique down so we don't paddle in a circle and I, being in the front this time, felt as if the kayak would completely capsize and kept yelling at Rich to steer us a little more smoothly. But all thoughts of steering went out of our minds when we happened to glance back and see that the sky had turned black and we were speckled with little rain drops. "To Boston!" we cried. For in the distance Boston's horizon held only clear, sunny skies. We rowed and rowed... the wind getting mightier at every moment.
I had had enough of sitting in the front, feeling helpless and confined and I told him that we had to stop at land and switch places. Well we came upon a huge stretch of land and decided to dock and trade places there quickly. At the rocky shore we made a quick scramble and once again I was in the safety of the back, all the while a mild storm raged on around us. The rocky beach, which was, when we stopped, fairly calm had now turned treacherous. The waves threatened to dash us upon the rocks and boulders, keeping us from heading to open water but we struggled and managed to slip from its grasp. We decided to head back to our beach, in the middle of hearty winds, in the open sea.
For some reason when the matter of life and death had us, we paddled our oars as if we were professionals. We kept a forward course, never having to worry about steering. The waves and wind buffeted us straight on and I, high on adrenaline and excitement laughed merrily along as we rowed for our lives. Many times the waves crashed against our boat sending us flying in the air. We steeled ourselves for every onslaught but we never wavered. Onward! onward! toward safe harbor, was what we shouted to one another. Be brave comrade, victory will soon be ours. We strained every fiber of our beings, every muscle ached but we gave it no reprieve. The waves broke over the front of our worthy vessel, dousing us in a salty spray. We were in deep water and it seemed our destination would never get nearer. Yet our courage never failed. I sang to keep morale up. What did I sing? Well "row row row your boat" of course.
And suddenly, as if we were only caught up in our own imaginations, the sea was calm and the sun high above us. And there ahead of us was our welcoming shore. It really was strange. Driving away and recalling our trying experience we looked back only to see a sea calm and undisturbed as if a breeze had never touched its surface. Amazed and dazed we looked to ourselves and asked, "was it but a dream?"...
And that was what happened on that fateful trip.
Now I must work away on my sermon. Have a wonderful sunday everyone and a happy rest of the week.
Me.
And so Rich and I decided to go kayaking the other day and as we were getting everything ready the clouds drew closer and turned dark and ominous. We checked the weather report and found that there was a slight chance of a thunderstorm, but the word "slight" kept us going. At the beach the dark clouds only loomed bigger and gathered closer but we shrugged and decided that if there was a gale we'd just stop at one of the neighboring islands.
On the kayak we go, pushing off, and towards distant ports. We, of course at that time, have not gotten the technique down so we don't paddle in a circle and I, being in the front this time, felt as if the kayak would completely capsize and kept yelling at Rich to steer us a little more smoothly. But all thoughts of steering went out of our minds when we happened to glance back and see that the sky had turned black and we were speckled with little rain drops. "To Boston!" we cried. For in the distance Boston's horizon held only clear, sunny skies. We rowed and rowed... the wind getting mightier at every moment.
I had had enough of sitting in the front, feeling helpless and confined and I told him that we had to stop at land and switch places. Well we came upon a huge stretch of land and decided to dock and trade places there quickly. At the rocky shore we made a quick scramble and once again I was in the safety of the back, all the while a mild storm raged on around us. The rocky beach, which was, when we stopped, fairly calm had now turned treacherous. The waves threatened to dash us upon the rocks and boulders, keeping us from heading to open water but we struggled and managed to slip from its grasp. We decided to head back to our beach, in the middle of hearty winds, in the open sea.
For some reason when the matter of life and death had us, we paddled our oars as if we were professionals. We kept a forward course, never having to worry about steering. The waves and wind buffeted us straight on and I, high on adrenaline and excitement laughed merrily along as we rowed for our lives. Many times the waves crashed against our boat sending us flying in the air. We steeled ourselves for every onslaught but we never wavered. Onward! onward! toward safe harbor, was what we shouted to one another. Be brave comrade, victory will soon be ours. We strained every fiber of our beings, every muscle ached but we gave it no reprieve. The waves broke over the front of our worthy vessel, dousing us in a salty spray. We were in deep water and it seemed our destination would never get nearer. Yet our courage never failed. I sang to keep morale up. What did I sing? Well "row row row your boat" of course.
And suddenly, as if we were only caught up in our own imaginations, the sea was calm and the sun high above us. And there ahead of us was our welcoming shore. It really was strange. Driving away and recalling our trying experience we looked back only to see a sea calm and undisturbed as if a breeze had never touched its surface. Amazed and dazed we looked to ourselves and asked, "was it but a dream?"...
And that was what happened on that fateful trip.
Now I must work away on my sermon. Have a wonderful sunday everyone and a happy rest of the week.
Me.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Friday, July 16, 2004
The Fast and the Furious
Well, so now I have to tell all of you how my fast experience was. Okay, let's see... Commentor wrote: "if it was a distraction; such as, could you go about your daily routine or did not eating distract you; maybe you could concentrate better? maybe not?"
It was not a distraction at all except the first day where you had to get used to it. Once I had it in my mind that I was going to fast any distracting thoughts disappeared, especially if I was busy. Once it was night and I was going to sleep was there any real physical discomfort that I noticed, i.e. my stomach was grumbling and waiting for food. I think it might have been the same for the 9th day (no eating day) because I knew that it was the last ever day and so thoughts of food crept up on me, but other than that I really didn't get distracted. I actually find that food is distraction now because I have to tear off my mind from what I was doing to take the alotted breaks. However, on the fast, I could just go right through it and not worry about the thought of food. As for concentration, my only problem is that the alternating days are so alternating that I have a different schedule to keep up on the days. On days of fast my concentration upon my tasks were the best because I could just plow right through, no breaks required.
Second question: "any effects you noticed or didn't notice both mentally and physically.
-if you shat more or less that usual"
Hmm, what did I notice or not notice? Well let's see... I think only that I thought of food a lot more on the days I did fast (but that was at night), and I think I ate less during the eating days. Oh yes! I did eat more at breakfast but the rest of the day I kept my portions small, (except for the ice cream). heh. As for my bowel movements... I'm pretty regular, going on fast days and non. Although, you'd think I'd go more on my fast days... However, I noticed I did defecate more on eating days, but that was earlier on, and I think that was the fact that I gorged myself on cherries at breakfast... oh! I did have to urinate more on fast days, because all I did was drink water to stave off any hunger so I went to the bathroom, sometimes as often as 5 times an hour.
""What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so be honest. How do you feel?" "
Overall I enjoyed the experience and hope to do it every month. I felt no considerable strain or discomfort. It didn't make me feel weak at all. No "sound of ultimate suffering" (princess bride quote) emanating from my mouth... maybe my stomach, but that I kept to a bare minimum.
However, I was a bit furious. I think it's a combination of pms, people coming and staying longer than a week, Rich and his oh so superior self "i'm a christian and I should be able to tell you when you're not acting in a christian-like manner" and then "mmm mwa mwa, I love kelley" and "tsk, tsk, tsk oh Michelle! tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk", is that christian-like behavior? and his dumb mom, always has something to say or complain about or ready to hear something out of nothing, "why are you always insulting me? Why don't you do something instead of target practice? Are you making fun of me?" The funny one was, "hmph, it smells like eggs" no shit sherlock! when you pass by the kitchen and see egg shells on the counter, what the fuck do you think that is? It sure aint rose petals. God, no wonder no one could live with her ever. She blames everyone else! "oh Brian and Sharon, ugh, I couldn't stand them when they lived with us," "oh Chris and Debbie as kids were terrible, I couldn't stand them. I couldn't wait til they were gone" "oh i had to ship her down to Fl. because she was just getting to be too much." "oh I know I can't live with Kelley, we just wouldn't get along." Goddamn if you can't live with your own kids then that's your problem. And she smokes too much. I go to the bathroom and the whole room is soaked in it. I walk to the kitchen and I can't even eat because of it. I can't even go through the garage because that's her favortie place to sit and smoke and talk on the phone. I can't even sleep at night without waking up to it. And she lies!! "No I wasn't in the garage, just now smoking and talking on the phone." Well that's funny because we didn't see you come out of the garage and the door just opened and we smell smoke. Then she denies it, "oh you can't smell it up here!" It feels as if I am at the breaking point. Oh how melodramatic. haha. I swear sometimes I wanna pick up her dog and hurl it at her. You and your little dog too. And Rich! Ugh god. At least he took me out yesterday. That's just dandy. Good thing I'm going kayaking today. I need it. Knowing his mother she'd probably fill our minds up on how we're gonna be stuck in the mud because of the tides. God. And I have a nice quiet little cat who adores me and comes over just when she knows I'm going to really blow and rubs up on my legs. She's so sweet. Or maybe she's just hungry... she needs a fast. Getting chubby.
heh. Okay. It's a beautiful friday. I think we're exchanging our run for a three hour row session today. I don't mind. Usually people say TGIF, but no, I actually say TGIM. But everyday is a good day, no matter what they say. Sorry to bring it down like that. "How many times did I tell you that we shouldn't go into an uptempo song right after a goddamn death dedication. Ponderous! F-ing ponderous" (that's Casey Cassum and his temper). yeah yeah. It's beautiful outside! Despite what I say I really do love life, and potato salad, and yes I love you too.
Me!
P.S.
I made the fridge stink of eggs after making my "feel better Michelle potato salad". haha.
Well, so now I have to tell all of you how my fast experience was. Okay, let's see... Commentor wrote: "if it was a distraction; such as, could you go about your daily routine or did not eating distract you; maybe you could concentrate better? maybe not?"
It was not a distraction at all except the first day where you had to get used to it. Once I had it in my mind that I was going to fast any distracting thoughts disappeared, especially if I was busy. Once it was night and I was going to sleep was there any real physical discomfort that I noticed, i.e. my stomach was grumbling and waiting for food. I think it might have been the same for the 9th day (no eating day) because I knew that it was the last ever day and so thoughts of food crept up on me, but other than that I really didn't get distracted. I actually find that food is distraction now because I have to tear off my mind from what I was doing to take the alotted breaks. However, on the fast, I could just go right through it and not worry about the thought of food. As for concentration, my only problem is that the alternating days are so alternating that I have a different schedule to keep up on the days. On days of fast my concentration upon my tasks were the best because I could just plow right through, no breaks required.
Second question: "any effects you noticed or didn't notice both mentally and physically.
-if you shat more or less that usual"
Hmm, what did I notice or not notice? Well let's see... I think only that I thought of food a lot more on the days I did fast (but that was at night), and I think I ate less during the eating days. Oh yes! I did eat more at breakfast but the rest of the day I kept my portions small, (except for the ice cream). heh. As for my bowel movements... I'm pretty regular, going on fast days and non. Although, you'd think I'd go more on my fast days... However, I noticed I did defecate more on eating days, but that was earlier on, and I think that was the fact that I gorged myself on cherries at breakfast... oh! I did have to urinate more on fast days, because all I did was drink water to stave off any hunger so I went to the bathroom, sometimes as often as 5 times an hour.
""What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so be honest. How do you feel?" "
Overall I enjoyed the experience and hope to do it every month. I felt no considerable strain or discomfort. It didn't make me feel weak at all. No "sound of ultimate suffering" (princess bride quote) emanating from my mouth... maybe my stomach, but that I kept to a bare minimum.
However, I was a bit furious. I think it's a combination of pms, people coming and staying longer than a week, Rich and his oh so superior self "i'm a christian and I should be able to tell you when you're not acting in a christian-like manner" and then "mmm mwa mwa, I love kelley" and "tsk, tsk, tsk oh Michelle! tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk", is that christian-like behavior? and his dumb mom, always has something to say or complain about or ready to hear something out of nothing, "why are you always insulting me? Why don't you do something instead of target practice? Are you making fun of me?" The funny one was, "hmph, it smells like eggs" no shit sherlock! when you pass by the kitchen and see egg shells on the counter, what the fuck do you think that is? It sure aint rose petals. God, no wonder no one could live with her ever. She blames everyone else! "oh Brian and Sharon, ugh, I couldn't stand them when they lived with us," "oh Chris and Debbie as kids were terrible, I couldn't stand them. I couldn't wait til they were gone" "oh i had to ship her down to Fl. because she was just getting to be too much." "oh I know I can't live with Kelley, we just wouldn't get along." Goddamn if you can't live with your own kids then that's your problem. And she smokes too much. I go to the bathroom and the whole room is soaked in it. I walk to the kitchen and I can't even eat because of it. I can't even go through the garage because that's her favortie place to sit and smoke and talk on the phone. I can't even sleep at night without waking up to it. And she lies!! "No I wasn't in the garage, just now smoking and talking on the phone." Well that's funny because we didn't see you come out of the garage and the door just opened and we smell smoke. Then she denies it, "oh you can't smell it up here!" It feels as if I am at the breaking point. Oh how melodramatic. haha. I swear sometimes I wanna pick up her dog and hurl it at her. You and your little dog too. And Rich! Ugh god. At least he took me out yesterday. That's just dandy. Good thing I'm going kayaking today. I need it. Knowing his mother she'd probably fill our minds up on how we're gonna be stuck in the mud because of the tides. God. And I have a nice quiet little cat who adores me and comes over just when she knows I'm going to really blow and rubs up on my legs. She's so sweet. Or maybe she's just hungry... she needs a fast. Getting chubby.
heh. Okay. It's a beautiful friday. I think we're exchanging our run for a three hour row session today. I don't mind. Usually people say TGIF, but no, I actually say TGIM. But everyday is a good day, no matter what they say. Sorry to bring it down like that. "How many times did I tell you that we shouldn't go into an uptempo song right after a goddamn death dedication. Ponderous! F-ing ponderous" (that's Casey Cassum and his temper). yeah yeah. It's beautiful outside! Despite what I say I really do love life, and potato salad, and yes I love you too.
Me!
P.S.
I made the fridge stink of eggs after making my "feel better Michelle potato salad". haha.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Trading What?
I can't wait for Fox's new reality tv show, (airing some time next week) "Trading Spouses". It's unbelievable to me. Can you imagine some other woman coming to your house and running it and you expected to go to someone elses house and running it? I wonder if there will be any sexual tension? What if "new mommy" can't cook well? What if she's mean to children? It seems that a white woman will be moving into a black family's house and vice versa (please insert appropriate titles, i.e. caucasian, african-american). And in two other families husbands will be switched up as well. Hmm. I hope it's good...
In other news... I guess it's time for a new poll and tomorrow is the end of our ten day fast. I am supposed to blog about how the experience was for me tomorrow and I'm trying to remember... heh. I haven't bought any new music and haven't been listening to anything new so the "Shrek 2" soundtrack will be up for a little while longer. I will, however, change the book I'm reading. I've finished "We Were The Mulvaneys" and was mightily impressed by it since my previous experience with Joyce Carol Oates have not been to my liking. I looked at how big the book was and groaned because I was inclined to believe that I would not be able to complete it, however, just the opposite occurred and I read it voraciously. Well surprises abound. Although I would have been disappointed not to finish it, I only did spend fifty cents on it, so the matter was not great. Okee, I gotta run.
Have a great day everyone!!
Me
P.S. New poll! I stole it from slashdot... heehee. But it's appropriate.
I can't wait for Fox's new reality tv show, (airing some time next week) "Trading Spouses". It's unbelievable to me. Can you imagine some other woman coming to your house and running it and you expected to go to someone elses house and running it? I wonder if there will be any sexual tension? What if "new mommy" can't cook well? What if she's mean to children? It seems that a white woman will be moving into a black family's house and vice versa (please insert appropriate titles, i.e. caucasian, african-american). And in two other families husbands will be switched up as well. Hmm. I hope it's good...
In other news... I guess it's time for a new poll and tomorrow is the end of our ten day fast. I am supposed to blog about how the experience was for me tomorrow and I'm trying to remember... heh. I haven't bought any new music and haven't been listening to anything new so the "Shrek 2" soundtrack will be up for a little while longer. I will, however, change the book I'm reading. I've finished "We Were The Mulvaneys" and was mightily impressed by it since my previous experience with Joyce Carol Oates have not been to my liking. I looked at how big the book was and groaned because I was inclined to believe that I would not be able to complete it, however, just the opposite occurred and I read it voraciously. Well surprises abound. Although I would have been disappointed not to finish it, I only did spend fifty cents on it, so the matter was not great. Okee, I gotta run.
Have a great day everyone!!
Me
P.S. New poll! I stole it from slashdot... heehee. But it's appropriate.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Wet and Wild, Home Cooking
Hello all! It's been terribly rainy and wet the last few days and seems to be looking that way this weekend too. So prospects of going kayaking are slim. But maybe it will clear up enough to kayak for 2 hours? I hope.
In other news... a few days ago I looked over to see that my cellphone was blinking it's head off, which means I have a message, and to my surprise it was my cousin Mae, telling me that she and Isa were only two towns away from me and if I could join them for lunch! Well I called them back, said that would be fine with me and went in search of them. After a little confusion on both sides as to where they were I found them and we had lunch at a little Vietnamese restaurant. My order was good, just rice sauteed with shrimps, chicken, chinese sausages and peas (as in pods). We talked and laughed and I invited them down again for home cooking. The reason why they were there is that they were looking for a certain Filipino restaurant close by. Having had an apartment in the neighborhood, I had been to that restaurant and eaten there, but I knew it was no longer, but they found that out themselves. So I told them, if they wanted Filipino food they should just stop by and see me next time. After lunch we picked up some ube ice cream for them and headed over to where I live now. They chatted a bit with Linda and Rich and then said their farewells because they had a movie to catch. I had a wonderful time and hope to see them more often.
Okay gotta go. I hope you have a wonderful day!
Me.
Hello all! It's been terribly rainy and wet the last few days and seems to be looking that way this weekend too. So prospects of going kayaking are slim. But maybe it will clear up enough to kayak for 2 hours? I hope.
In other news... a few days ago I looked over to see that my cellphone was blinking it's head off, which means I have a message, and to my surprise it was my cousin Mae, telling me that she and Isa were only two towns away from me and if I could join them for lunch! Well I called them back, said that would be fine with me and went in search of them. After a little confusion on both sides as to where they were I found them and we had lunch at a little Vietnamese restaurant. My order was good, just rice sauteed with shrimps, chicken, chinese sausages and peas (as in pods). We talked and laughed and I invited them down again for home cooking. The reason why they were there is that they were looking for a certain Filipino restaurant close by. Having had an apartment in the neighborhood, I had been to that restaurant and eaten there, but I knew it was no longer, but they found that out themselves. So I told them, if they wanted Filipino food they should just stop by and see me next time. After lunch we picked up some ube ice cream for them and headed over to where I live now. They chatted a bit with Linda and Rich and then said their farewells because they had a movie to catch. I had a wonderful time and hope to see them more often.
Okay gotta go. I hope you have a wonderful day!
Me.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Fore and Aft
(warning: extremely long post)
Rich's had this fascination for owning a boat and boating around the east coast of the U.S. He'll often say to me, "hey, imagine we could just hop on a boat and go to New York instead of driving?" But of course we could not afford a real boat (with motor and sails and bathroom), but then we'd say, "hey what good exercise it would be to be part of a rowing team, stroking it down the Charles river," that then led to "hey we should get a row boat and row around". And so he got his rowing machine and rows on it everyday... but of course it's infectious... the call of the sea air, the beautiful water, the little islands all around us. I've been asking him if he wanted to take a tour of the neighboring islands (there's a real tour, with free water taxis from each island), but his comment was, "why can't we take our own boat?" my reply was, "what boat?" Then he'd shrug his shoulders. Until yesterday...
On Friday, after the run, I said, "hey look, that shop right there probably lets us rent a row boat cheap!" but then he replied, "i'd rather have it be ours and not have to worry about a rented one." So I said "what the heck, let's get a cheap boat and go boat around" and after a bunch of research Rich narrowed it down to inflatable kayaks, either single or double passengers, for a very good price. On Saturday we decided to go to three different stores to see which one had the items we needed, which were: oars, the kayak and life vests. We went to the Sport's Authority first and found everything we needed there, but we had to be sure so we went to one other store: Walmart. Ew! I had to pee bad and let me tell you never use a Walmart bathroom ever! And to top it off, we couldn't find anything we wanted. So back to the S.A. where we got all our gear and walked excitedly out of the store, with dreams of kayaking and a day full of merriment.
So as soon as we got home we made sure our life vests were to our specifications. Rich got out his air pump and I read the instructions. His mother hemmed and hawed, of course, because she's a big worrier, exclaiming things like, "oh what if you drown?" to which we replied, "that's why we have life vests on m'dear" and "why are you making me worry?" or "this is yet another thing I have to worry about!" and "Kelley fell off her kayak once when she went kayaking," "what if you fall off?". I think she looked for ways for not letting us go, (it may be unconscious), in a state of great agitation she called Rich to read to see if we needed permits to go boating about, and reiterated the questions she said above to us. But we inflated it, giving her no mind, and strapped it onto the top of the jeep, placing our valuables (cellphones) into a double zip lock bag, making sure the bigger one had air inside so that it would float if we were to topple over. Then we were off to the little harbor, boat docking area (which is 2 minutes away).
At the parking lot we grabbed our oars, seats and kayak and stepped into the water, where my flip flops were immediately suctioned to the bottom of the mucky muck. I finally had to reach down into surprisingly warm water and wrench them out, making my way to the deep barefooted. Rich climbed into the boat and I followed and off we went for a two hour tour, a two hour tour, of the little harbor. Oh it was glorious!! Beautiful sun, and water, and geese dropping sea air. Lovely. I was in the back so I controlled the direction of the boat as well as doing my job paddling, and a few times we had a scare of falling over the edge, and we got ourselves soaked from the water dripping from our oars, and we sat in a few inches of water, but that didn't even bother us, and we continued around a few islands, watching out for boats and their wake. Lovely lovely. By the end of it, I could feel how sore my arms were and we headed back. At the beach Rich called his mom to pick us up, but she was already there. We planned to go again sometime next week.
At home I threw on my bathing suit and jumped into the very, very cold pool, just to try out our life vests and to see if it would keep us afloat, it did, and I ran out after a few attempts at swimming with a cumbersome thing tied on me. We looked at the map and decided our course for the next few outings.
After a shower we had an uneventful rest of the night...except when I awoke at 12:30 with horrible shooting pains down my wrists and forearms. My biceps were sore too but not in this kind of pain. I asked Rich to get me a pain killer and after taking it I tried to go back to sleep. I'm afraid I was horribly mean to him. It doesn't do to have me off kilter, but he was sweet about. I dunno if the pain killer worked because I was in discomfort for most of the night, but it musta knocked me out because I woke up at 8, this morning, still feeling sore but the pain was gone. That happened last time too when we first went biking (on my legs). And so ended our first trip out on our very own water vehicle!
Okay, I hope you guys won lots of money at A.C.!!
Gotta hustle on my sermon!
Peace be with you and have a great day!
Me.
(warning: extremely long post)
Rich's had this fascination for owning a boat and boating around the east coast of the U.S. He'll often say to me, "hey, imagine we could just hop on a boat and go to New York instead of driving?" But of course we could not afford a real boat (with motor and sails and bathroom), but then we'd say, "hey what good exercise it would be to be part of a rowing team, stroking it down the Charles river," that then led to "hey we should get a row boat and row around". And so he got his rowing machine and rows on it everyday... but of course it's infectious... the call of the sea air, the beautiful water, the little islands all around us. I've been asking him if he wanted to take a tour of the neighboring islands (there's a real tour, with free water taxis from each island), but his comment was, "why can't we take our own boat?" my reply was, "what boat?" Then he'd shrug his shoulders. Until yesterday...
On Friday, after the run, I said, "hey look, that shop right there probably lets us rent a row boat cheap!" but then he replied, "i'd rather have it be ours and not have to worry about a rented one." So I said "what the heck, let's get a cheap boat and go boat around" and after a bunch of research Rich narrowed it down to inflatable kayaks, either single or double passengers, for a very good price. On Saturday we decided to go to three different stores to see which one had the items we needed, which were: oars, the kayak and life vests. We went to the Sport's Authority first and found everything we needed there, but we had to be sure so we went to one other store: Walmart. Ew! I had to pee bad and let me tell you never use a Walmart bathroom ever! And to top it off, we couldn't find anything we wanted. So back to the S.A. where we got all our gear and walked excitedly out of the store, with dreams of kayaking and a day full of merriment.
So as soon as we got home we made sure our life vests were to our specifications. Rich got out his air pump and I read the instructions. His mother hemmed and hawed, of course, because she's a big worrier, exclaiming things like, "oh what if you drown?" to which we replied, "that's why we have life vests on m'dear" and "why are you making me worry?" or "this is yet another thing I have to worry about!" and "Kelley fell off her kayak once when she went kayaking," "what if you fall off?". I think she looked for ways for not letting us go, (it may be unconscious), in a state of great agitation she called Rich to read to see if we needed permits to go boating about, and reiterated the questions she said above to us. But we inflated it, giving her no mind, and strapped it onto the top of the jeep, placing our valuables (cellphones) into a double zip lock bag, making sure the bigger one had air inside so that it would float if we were to topple over. Then we were off to the little harbor, boat docking area (which is 2 minutes away).
At the parking lot we grabbed our oars, seats and kayak and stepped into the water, where my flip flops were immediately suctioned to the bottom of the mucky muck. I finally had to reach down into surprisingly warm water and wrench them out, making my way to the deep barefooted. Rich climbed into the boat and I followed and off we went for a two hour tour, a two hour tour, of the little harbor. Oh it was glorious!! Beautiful sun, and water, and geese dropping sea air. Lovely. I was in the back so I controlled the direction of the boat as well as doing my job paddling, and a few times we had a scare of falling over the edge, and we got ourselves soaked from the water dripping from our oars, and we sat in a few inches of water, but that didn't even bother us, and we continued around a few islands, watching out for boats and their wake. Lovely lovely. By the end of it, I could feel how sore my arms were and we headed back. At the beach Rich called his mom to pick us up, but she was already there. We planned to go again sometime next week.
At home I threw on my bathing suit and jumped into the very, very cold pool, just to try out our life vests and to see if it would keep us afloat, it did, and I ran out after a few attempts at swimming with a cumbersome thing tied on me. We looked at the map and decided our course for the next few outings.
After a shower we had an uneventful rest of the night...except when I awoke at 12:30 with horrible shooting pains down my wrists and forearms. My biceps were sore too but not in this kind of pain. I asked Rich to get me a pain killer and after taking it I tried to go back to sleep. I'm afraid I was horribly mean to him. It doesn't do to have me off kilter, but he was sweet about. I dunno if the pain killer worked because I was in discomfort for most of the night, but it musta knocked me out because I woke up at 8, this morning, still feeling sore but the pain was gone. That happened last time too when we first went biking (on my legs). And so ended our first trip out on our very own water vehicle!
Okay, I hope you guys won lots of money at A.C.!!
Gotta hustle on my sermon!
Peace be with you and have a great day!
Me.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Running Mate
Yesterday Rich tried a different technique with his running. He decided to take it easier in the beginning and push harder at the end. This meant that he and I ran together for a lot of the track, which I didn't mind as much, because it gets lonely watching him speed along leagues and leagues ahead of me, only catching glimpses of him every now and then when he turns the corner. I'm not sure how it worked for him, (you'll have to ask) but having him run beside me helped me keep a faster rate and therefore I think I actually improved, although at one point my lungs did seem to sizzle and I had a cough the rest of the day... My 15 second progress may be a combination of not exercising, not eating and having Rich run beside me. heh. I'm chipping away at that clock! I'll run that course in 5 minutes by the end of the summer! Which summer? Now that's the question. hah
I'm glad John Kerry picked John Edwards as his running mate. It'll be John John I'm voting for... except I wont be voting because I have not registered to vote. It's part of my paranoid ideas that the gov't is keeping track of me through voter's registration. Good thing John Edwards is southern, maybe we can steal the southern vote from Bush... althouugh why Bush is considered southern I have no clue! He was born in New Haven, Connecticut to a father who was born and raised in Massachusetts and a mother who was born and raised in Rye, New York. That's right, Rye, location of Rye, Playland... heh. Just because he has a southern accent doesn't make him southern. Just because he grew up in Texas doesn't make him a Texan (haven't you ever seen that "King of the Hill" episode?). As a wise man once said "If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits."
So happy trails to 'yawl' and have a wonderfully wonderful day! Enjoy the bbq you guys are having! Don't get hurt. I will be enjoying a day of not eating!
Me.
Yesterday Rich tried a different technique with his running. He decided to take it easier in the beginning and push harder at the end. This meant that he and I ran together for a lot of the track, which I didn't mind as much, because it gets lonely watching him speed along leagues and leagues ahead of me, only catching glimpses of him every now and then when he turns the corner. I'm not sure how it worked for him, (you'll have to ask) but having him run beside me helped me keep a faster rate and therefore I think I actually improved, although at one point my lungs did seem to sizzle and I had a cough the rest of the day... My 15 second progress may be a combination of not exercising, not eating and having Rich run beside me. heh. I'm chipping away at that clock! I'll run that course in 5 minutes by the end of the summer! Which summer? Now that's the question. hah
I'm glad John Kerry picked John Edwards as his running mate. It'll be John John I'm voting for... except I wont be voting because I have not registered to vote. It's part of my paranoid ideas that the gov't is keeping track of me through voter's registration. Good thing John Edwards is southern, maybe we can steal the southern vote from Bush... althouugh why Bush is considered southern I have no clue! He was born in New Haven, Connecticut to a father who was born and raised in Massachusetts and a mother who was born and raised in Rye, New York. That's right, Rye, location of Rye, Playland... heh. Just because he has a southern accent doesn't make him southern. Just because he grew up in Texas doesn't make him a Texan (haven't you ever seen that "King of the Hill" episode?). As a wise man once said "If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits."
So happy trails to 'yawl' and have a wonderfully wonderful day! Enjoy the bbq you guys are having! Don't get hurt. I will be enjoying a day of not eating!
Me.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Fast, Running
Rich and I have been on an alternating day fast for the past four days? So every other day we don't eat. It's not to lose weight, but rather to boost our immune system. Rich claims that back in the day when he ate a restricted calorie diet his brain functioned more efficiently, in other words he seemed "smarter" and if this helps me get smarter then take away my food! heh. Today happens to be food day, by the way, and I've already eaten my breakfast. Although I was not hungry on the days we fasted, I think it makes me think of food more... like on Survivor, all they did was talk about food. I feel good though. We're only trying it for ten days, and maybe go on and off if we feel it did us good.
Running today as well. I'm a bit apprehensive since this is the first time I ran since I came back from NY. I'm not expecting to break any records since I've been lazing around, using my period as an excuse. But I tried to eat early this morning and give myself at least two hours before we go out, or else I'm likely to have cramps. It looks like a beauty outside. Low humidity and sunny. I went out early to the grocery store to pick up some lettuce and beans for tacos tonight and it seemed unbelievable that no one was around, except a few old people, but I knew they'd be around, but even their numbers were low today.
I need to cut my hair. At night I'll try to roll over in bed and find that Rich has fallen asleep on top of it so I have to struggle and yank it out from under him. I think 4-5 inches will do. It'll only grow back anyway...although I've heard tales that say at a certain age if you cut your hair it will take much much longer for it to grow back, but it's probably as my mom says, "they did not get enough bitamins".
Okee, I gotta go. Have a great time all at Playland tomorrow! Be safe, and be careful on the Thunderbolt. If you don't know what I'm talking about ask Mike. Oh yeah! I got your letter today Julienne, I will be responding later today and hopefully will be mailing it out tomorrow. Have fun playing Scrabble. haha.
See y'all later. Have a wonderful day!
Me
Rich and I have been on an alternating day fast for the past four days? So every other day we don't eat. It's not to lose weight, but rather to boost our immune system. Rich claims that back in the day when he ate a restricted calorie diet his brain functioned more efficiently, in other words he seemed "smarter" and if this helps me get smarter then take away my food! heh. Today happens to be food day, by the way, and I've already eaten my breakfast. Although I was not hungry on the days we fasted, I think it makes me think of food more... like on Survivor, all they did was talk about food. I feel good though. We're only trying it for ten days, and maybe go on and off if we feel it did us good.
Running today as well. I'm a bit apprehensive since this is the first time I ran since I came back from NY. I'm not expecting to break any records since I've been lazing around, using my period as an excuse. But I tried to eat early this morning and give myself at least two hours before we go out, or else I'm likely to have cramps. It looks like a beauty outside. Low humidity and sunny. I went out early to the grocery store to pick up some lettuce and beans for tacos tonight and it seemed unbelievable that no one was around, except a few old people, but I knew they'd be around, but even their numbers were low today.
I need to cut my hair. At night I'll try to roll over in bed and find that Rich has fallen asleep on top of it so I have to struggle and yank it out from under him. I think 4-5 inches will do. It'll only grow back anyway...although I've heard tales that say at a certain age if you cut your hair it will take much much longer for it to grow back, but it's probably as my mom says, "they did not get enough bitamins".
Okee, I gotta go. Have a great time all at Playland tomorrow! Be safe, and be careful on the Thunderbolt. If you don't know what I'm talking about ask Mike. Oh yeah! I got your letter today Julienne, I will be responding later today and hopefully will be mailing it out tomorrow. Have fun playing Scrabble. haha.
See y'all later. Have a wonderful day!
Me
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Karma
See what happens when you make fun of little people?? Damn it, now Rich's fidget sister is coming up for Linda's b-day, for a week! G-damn it. It's all because I mentioned her on my 4th of July post, then made fun of the poor dwarf on The Amazing Race. From now on it'll be consciously good thoughts! I don't know why I put her down when the majority of Filipinos are "pandak". My mom's probably her height. Or at least Auntie Edna's...So sorry. I'm putting "my own people" down. heh. Great! Now I'm gonna have children of very short stature! Ugh what next? My kids'll have bad breath too. Wonderful! Just what I need. I'll have to lean down to talk to them because they'll be short and be blasted in the face with putrid air, but I wont be able to do anything about it because it will be my fault.
Remember when everyone use to say the word "copacetic"? (there's variations in the spelling). It means "very satisfactory". heh.
Just writing this to tell y'all that there will be a new poll amarso (tomorrow).
What goes around, comes around...
Night night all.
Me
See what happens when you make fun of little people?? Damn it, now Rich's fidget sister is coming up for Linda's b-day, for a week! G-damn it. It's all because I mentioned her on my 4th of July post, then made fun of the poor dwarf on The Amazing Race. From now on it'll be consciously good thoughts! I don't know why I put her down when the majority of Filipinos are "pandak". My mom's probably her height. Or at least Auntie Edna's...So sorry. I'm putting "my own people" down. heh. Great! Now I'm gonna have children of very short stature! Ugh what next? My kids'll have bad breath too. Wonderful! Just what I need. I'll have to lean down to talk to them because they'll be short and be blasted in the face with putrid air, but I wont be able to do anything about it because it will be my fault.
Remember when everyone use to say the word "copacetic"? (there's variations in the spelling). It means "very satisfactory". heh.
Just writing this to tell y'all that there will be a new poll amarso (tomorrow).
What goes around, comes around...
Night night all.
Me
Poo Poo Poo
Okay, I don't know how many of you actually use a public pool in the summer but if you do, beware!! I saw this local news report on being careful in the pools you swim in because many parents just let their kids swim in there while they're sick. One little girl died because she swam in this public pool and drank some water where another child had diarrhea-d in. Some parents place their kids in the pool while they still have their diapers on! Ew. Please beware of not just public pools but private pools as well. Don't let me tell you about Rich's cousin who swam in the pool long ago, and turned the pool brown... (they changed pools since then so it's safe now... but I know people like to urinate in pools as well. ew). And don't think you're safe swimming in the ocean/sea/body of water. I remember swimming around in the ocean and watching a turd float past my face. Also, where do you think they dump sewage? mmhmm. Last body of water I swam in? Probably the Atlantic Ocean, down by Virginia Beach. I was, I think 13? or 14? I swim in Rich's pool when it gets to around 79 to 80's. Last time I checked it was 78, but we've been getting rain the past few days so it'll be cooler now. This has got to be the nicest summer I've experienced in a long time, weatherwise.
P.S. Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 today. I've got to say it's not something we haven't known before but at least it's getting the point across. I wish it were a bit more jazzy though...if you catch my meaning. Ever see Bowling For Columbine? Anyway, we're waiting to see Spiderman 2, til the hype goes down and we've got the theater to ourselves. We didn't particularly like the first one but since everyone is saying how good this one is we figured we might as well see it...hope it's good. Oh yeah and Cold Mountain...it was okay. Sappy and melodramatic, and it felt as if they didn't work on it enough. Meaning it had potential to be something truly wonderful but it missed the mark. I liked it because I'm a big sap when it comes to... oh wait, i don't wanna spoil it for whoever wants to see it. I shoulda borrowed dad's Mystic River movie, I heard it was good. I read the book but I didn't think it was anything special. P.S. Movie prices have gone up again! At least gas prices are going down. For supreme here at my Mobil it's 2.07, and regular is 1.99. I think that's pretty good. Soon we'll just have to invest the money we spend on movie tickets on a flatscreen plasma and rent the dvd's.
It's a wonderful day, so be thankful!
Have a great day!
Me.
Okay, I don't know how many of you actually use a public pool in the summer but if you do, beware!! I saw this local news report on being careful in the pools you swim in because many parents just let their kids swim in there while they're sick. One little girl died because she swam in this public pool and drank some water where another child had diarrhea-d in. Some parents place their kids in the pool while they still have their diapers on! Ew. Please beware of not just public pools but private pools as well. Don't let me tell you about Rich's cousin who swam in the pool long ago, and turned the pool brown... (they changed pools since then so it's safe now... but I know people like to urinate in pools as well. ew). And don't think you're safe swimming in the ocean/sea/body of water. I remember swimming around in the ocean and watching a turd float past my face. Also, where do you think they dump sewage? mmhmm. Last body of water I swam in? Probably the Atlantic Ocean, down by Virginia Beach. I was, I think 13? or 14? I swim in Rich's pool when it gets to around 79 to 80's. Last time I checked it was 78, but we've been getting rain the past few days so it'll be cooler now. This has got to be the nicest summer I've experienced in a long time, weatherwise.
P.S. Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 today. I've got to say it's not something we haven't known before but at least it's getting the point across. I wish it were a bit more jazzy though...if you catch my meaning. Ever see Bowling For Columbine? Anyway, we're waiting to see Spiderman 2, til the hype goes down and we've got the theater to ourselves. We didn't particularly like the first one but since everyone is saying how good this one is we figured we might as well see it...hope it's good. Oh yeah and Cold Mountain...it was okay. Sappy and melodramatic, and it felt as if they didn't work on it enough. Meaning it had potential to be something truly wonderful but it missed the mark. I liked it because I'm a big sap when it comes to... oh wait, i don't wanna spoil it for whoever wants to see it. I shoulda borrowed dad's Mystic River movie, I heard it was good. I read the book but I didn't think it was anything special. P.S. Movie prices have gone up again! At least gas prices are going down. For supreme here at my Mobil it's 2.07, and regular is 1.99. I think that's pretty good. Soon we'll just have to invest the money we spend on movie tickets on a flatscreen plasma and rent the dvd's.
It's a wonderful day, so be thankful!
Have a great day!
Me.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
We The People...
Happy birthday America!! Here's a little snippet from our "Declaration of Independence", please take note that the bolded areas are my own.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. --That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain [George III] is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
Hey all, don't suffer these evils any longer! Please please please rid us of "King" George and alter today's government. It is our right!
Okay I must work on my sermon. Have a great day all! Rich's parents are having their annual 4th of July barbecue and parade watch. Our little town has an annual 4th of July parade and though I been through two of them I prefer not to go because it's just a tad boring, and hot. But on the other hand it'll be the best barbecue I've not participated in, for one thing many people will not be around. Rich's ig'nant, drunken, halfie sister will not be there and I wont be the brunt of her stupidity. Why wont she be there? Well it's not a big surprise that her gay husband doesn't like her side of the family... i really don't appreciate them either and so they will be having their very own little celebration, far, far away from us. Then Rich's redneck-ish halfie brother and his third wife will be coming but not their newly combined spawn, who are rather disliked by everyone in the family...hmm that's not surprising either. And Rich's fidget sister wont be here either, though she has popped up during this time, in the past, but she has business down in hell. My only problem is I'm hoping that the "cone-slut" wont be around, ready to pounce on Rich as soon as I leave his side, but she will be around. I think she was around the other night and in the bathroom deciding whether to knock on our door, but we had our lights off and we're watching a movie, so she probably thought we were asleep. But she sure was in the bathroom for quite a long time. Oh one more reason why I dislike having his family around; they seem to enjoy holding their bowels until they come to our house and then let loose the damnation, then they don't turn on the fan, they leave the door closed, so that when you open the door you are lucky you don't pass out right then and there, and to top it off they loooove to do this on the hottest day of the year.
And yet, the other day, I considered whether I would invite them to my wedding... definitely not the cone-slut though, with her fat thighs and her bikini. She'd probably strip in front of Rich and try to feed him our wedding cake. Bitch. She's dangerous right now because she doesn't have a man at the moment. All the other times she did have someone she never even said hello.
Ooh, I don't know where all this venom came from. I guess it's best to have it all out now, since I need to be a bit pure of mind when struggling with my sermon. So I'll leave it here and say, I love the day, I love my family, I love my cat, I love my Rich, I love me! And I love you. Peace be with you! Have a safe day all!
Me
P.S. according to m-w.com (merriam-webster) the word of the day is:
comity • \KAH-muh-tee\ • noun
1 a : friendly social atmosphere : social harmony b : a loose widespread community based on common social institutions c : comity of nations
2 : avoidance of proselytizing members of another religious denomination
haha.
Happy birthday America!! Here's a little snippet from our "Declaration of Independence", please take note that the bolded areas are my own.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. --That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain [George III] is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
Hey all, don't suffer these evils any longer! Please please please rid us of "King" George and alter today's government. It is our right!
Okay I must work on my sermon. Have a great day all! Rich's parents are having their annual 4th of July barbecue and parade watch. Our little town has an annual 4th of July parade and though I been through two of them I prefer not to go because it's just a tad boring, and hot. But on the other hand it'll be the best barbecue I've not participated in, for one thing many people will not be around. Rich's ig'nant, drunken, halfie sister will not be there and I wont be the brunt of her stupidity. Why wont she be there? Well it's not a big surprise that her gay husband doesn't like her side of the family... i really don't appreciate them either and so they will be having their very own little celebration, far, far away from us. Then Rich's redneck-ish halfie brother and his third wife will be coming but not their newly combined spawn, who are rather disliked by everyone in the family...hmm that's not surprising either. And Rich's fidget sister wont be here either, though she has popped up during this time, in the past, but she has business down in hell. My only problem is I'm hoping that the "cone-slut" wont be around, ready to pounce on Rich as soon as I leave his side, but she will be around. I think she was around the other night and in the bathroom deciding whether to knock on our door, but we had our lights off and we're watching a movie, so she probably thought we were asleep. But she sure was in the bathroom for quite a long time. Oh one more reason why I dislike having his family around; they seem to enjoy holding their bowels until they come to our house and then let loose the damnation, then they don't turn on the fan, they leave the door closed, so that when you open the door you are lucky you don't pass out right then and there, and to top it off they loooove to do this on the hottest day of the year.
And yet, the other day, I considered whether I would invite them to my wedding... definitely not the cone-slut though, with her fat thighs and her bikini. She'd probably strip in front of Rich and try to feed him our wedding cake. Bitch. She's dangerous right now because she doesn't have a man at the moment. All the other times she did have someone she never even said hello.
Ooh, I don't know where all this venom came from. I guess it's best to have it all out now, since I need to be a bit pure of mind when struggling with my sermon. So I'll leave it here and say, I love the day, I love my family, I love my cat, I love my Rich, I love me! And I love you. Peace be with you! Have a safe day all!
Me
P.S. according to m-w.com (merriam-webster) the word of the day is:
comity • \KAH-muh-tee\ • noun
1 a : friendly social atmosphere : social harmony b : a loose widespread community based on common social institutions c : comity of nations
2 : avoidance of proselytizing members of another religious denomination
haha.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Joke of the Day
A Captain in the foreign legion was transferred to a desert
outpost.
On his orientation tour he noticed a very old, seedy looking
camel tied out back ofthe enlisted men's barracks. He asked the
Sergeant leading the tour, "What's the camel for?"
The Sergeant replied, "Well sir, it's a long way from anywhere,
and the men have natural sexual urges, so when they do, we have
the camel."
The Captain said, "Well, if it's good for morale, then I guess
it's all right with me."
After he had been at the fort for about 6 months, the Captain
could not stand it anymore, so he told his Sergeant, "BRING IN
THE CAMEL!!!"
The Sarge shrugged his shoulders and led the camel into the
Captain's quarters. The Captain got a foot stool and proceeded
to have vigorous sex with the camel.
As he stepped, satisfied, down from the stool and was buttoning
his pants he asked the Sergeant, "Is that how the enlisted men
do it?"
The Sergeant replied, "Well sir, they usually just use it to
ride into town."
A Captain in the foreign legion was transferred to a desert
outpost.
On his orientation tour he noticed a very old, seedy looking
camel tied out back ofthe enlisted men's barracks. He asked the
Sergeant leading the tour, "What's the camel for?"
The Sergeant replied, "Well sir, it's a long way from anywhere,
and the men have natural sexual urges, so when they do, we have
the camel."
The Captain said, "Well, if it's good for morale, then I guess
it's all right with me."
After he had been at the fort for about 6 months, the Captain
could not stand it anymore, so he told his Sergeant, "BRING IN
THE CAMEL!!!"
The Sarge shrugged his shoulders and led the camel into the
Captain's quarters. The Captain got a foot stool and proceeded
to have vigorous sex with the camel.
As he stepped, satisfied, down from the stool and was buttoning
his pants he asked the Sergeant, "Is that how the enlisted men
do it?"
The Sergeant replied, "Well sir, they usually just use it to
ride into town."
Thunderclap
Hey all, how's it been? We've been under what seems to be a continuous thunderstorm since yesterday afternoon. It was so bad that a neighboring house's chimney was struck by lightning and came tumbling down, and another home caught fire after another bolt of lightning. And a man was hit by lightning as well, but he survived it. Then around 4 o'clock this morning I woke up to the roar of thunder over head and the sky was bright with lightning. It seemed never to cease outside. I woke Rich up to see if the windows needed closing and we lay around huddled in fear that we would be struck by lightning as it came through the window, past the fan and onto our heads. Today I woke up to beautiful sunny skies and a nice soft breeze but this afternoon we were once again hit with another storm. I just heard on the news that there may be a tornado forming just to the south of us, and one coming from the west. What's up? We were supposed to celebrate 4th of July tonight in our town's annual fireworks show. Heh. Yes we're two days early but they went by the forecast. I hope it's still on.
Also, don't try to call me. Because of the thunderstorms my phone doesn't work. Only for emergencies, although I did receive Mike's text, but I can't make outgoing calls or texts. So, Mike, if you read this, the answer to your text is "eelonwee". To everyone else, sorry, but I can't do anything about it. Heh. Alrighty all, I gotta go. I will be watching "Cold Mountain" tonight on dvd. I'll tell you all how it was tomorrow. We saw "Barber Shop 2" the other day, and although it had a few funny moments it didn't compare to the first one. So I give it 2 1/2 stars out of 4.
Have a good night all!
Me
Hey all, how's it been? We've been under what seems to be a continuous thunderstorm since yesterday afternoon. It was so bad that a neighboring house's chimney was struck by lightning and came tumbling down, and another home caught fire after another bolt of lightning. And a man was hit by lightning as well, but he survived it. Then around 4 o'clock this morning I woke up to the roar of thunder over head and the sky was bright with lightning. It seemed never to cease outside. I woke Rich up to see if the windows needed closing and we lay around huddled in fear that we would be struck by lightning as it came through the window, past the fan and onto our heads. Today I woke up to beautiful sunny skies and a nice soft breeze but this afternoon we were once again hit with another storm. I just heard on the news that there may be a tornado forming just to the south of us, and one coming from the west. What's up? We were supposed to celebrate 4th of July tonight in our town's annual fireworks show. Heh. Yes we're two days early but they went by the forecast. I hope it's still on.
Also, don't try to call me. Because of the thunderstorms my phone doesn't work. Only for emergencies, although I did receive Mike's text, but I can't make outgoing calls or texts. So, Mike, if you read this, the answer to your text is "eelonwee". To everyone else, sorry, but I can't do anything about it. Heh. Alrighty all, I gotta go. I will be watching "Cold Mountain" tonight on dvd. I'll tell you all how it was tomorrow. We saw "Barber Shop 2" the other day, and although it had a few funny moments it didn't compare to the first one. So I give it 2 1/2 stars out of 4.
Have a good night all!
Me
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Joke of the Day
Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion
for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an
embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day he met
a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would
marry, he thought to himself, she'll never go through with the
marriage with me carrying on like this, so he made the supreme
sacrifice and gave up beans.
Shortly after that they were married. A few months later, on his
birthday and on the way home from work, his car broke down.
Since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her
that he would be late because he had to walk home. On his way
home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked
beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk
he figured he could walk off any ill affects before he got home.
It was, after all, his birthday. So he went in and ordered, and
before leaving had 3 extra large helpings of baked beans.
All the way home he putt-putted. By the time he arrived home he
felt reasonably safe. His wife met him at the door and seemed
somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most
wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a
blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the
table and made him promise not to peak. At this point he was
beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife was
about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again
made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she
went to answer the phone. While she was gone, he seized the
opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was
not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time
breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about
him. He had just started to feel better, when another urge came
on. He raised his leg and RRIIPPP !!! It sounded like a diesel
engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he
tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would
dissipate. He got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon
winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a
minute later the flowers on the table were dead.
With his blindfold still on, when he heard the phone farewells
he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top
of it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when
his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if
he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not
peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!!!"
To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated
around the table for his surprise birthday party.
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ahaha. I think my parents would enjoy this one. They like fart jokes.
Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion
for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an
embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day he met
a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would
marry, he thought to himself, she'll never go through with the
marriage with me carrying on like this, so he made the supreme
sacrifice and gave up beans.
Shortly after that they were married. A few months later, on his
birthday and on the way home from work, his car broke down.
Since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her
that he would be late because he had to walk home. On his way
home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked
beans overwhelmed him. Since he still had several miles to walk
he figured he could walk off any ill affects before he got home.
It was, after all, his birthday. So he went in and ordered, and
before leaving had 3 extra large helpings of baked beans.
All the way home he putt-putted. By the time he arrived home he
felt reasonably safe. His wife met him at the door and seemed
somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most
wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a
blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the
table and made him promise not to peak. At this point he was
beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife was
about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again
made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she
went to answer the phone. While she was gone, he seized the
opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was
not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time
breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about
him. He had just started to feel better, when another urge came
on. He raised his leg and RRIIPPP !!! It sounded like a diesel
engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he
tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would
dissipate. He got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon
winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a
minute later the flowers on the table were dead.
With his blindfold still on, when he heard the phone farewells
he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top
of it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when
his wife walked in. Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if
he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not
peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!!!"
To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated
around the table for his surprise birthday party.
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ahaha. I think my parents would enjoy this one. They like fart jokes.
