I died that day. It was summer 1992. My friend Paul was over and....
I was at Starbucks and the cute barista asked me what I wanted and I couldn't resist....
When I told my new friend that I wanted my cocoa "hot and steamy", I should have been more clear in my meaning, but oh-boy was it hot and steamy....
What I don't understand is... and after I pull on it for a while thenwhat happens?...
Greetings, I am your guest blogger. I am honored to have this position and will treat it with the respect and dignity it deserves.
If human's are so special, why do baby humans crap their pants all the time? And speaking of people, what is with old people these days? I remember back in my day, old people would work their fingers to the bone. If it snowed, they'd be out shoveling all day if it took that long. Now a days the old people whine and complain about the cold and try and get some younger person to do their work for them. Back in my day, old people knew how to be old people. Back in my day old people knew a thing or two. If you had a problem, you could just go and ask an old person. Now a days, they ask you! Have you tried to ask an old person something these days? Old people love not to know. Ask an old person how to send an email and they are all like "Email?! what's that!". It's pitiful.
Thank you for your time,
-The Guest Blogger-
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Man Doth Not Live On Bread Alone
I cannot get over how good bread and butter is (or is it "are" because there are two items? maybe it's "is" like peanut butter and jelly is great! use this as an excuse). There's something magical and warming about bread and butter and when feeling low I don't reach for the ice cream (which is nonexistent) I reach for the bread and butter (which is, most of the time, at a "half full" status because I usually have the butter but never the bread).
It has to be unsalted butter, not that nasty, too salty stuff they give you, that detracts from the bread. The bread has to be toasted, crunchy on the outside and soft and sweet on the inside. Hot enough for the butter to melt on its on accord. The butter causes the bread to sog and when you take a bite the butter is squeezed out of the bread and into your mouth. What's good but not necessary is when you get a good croissant (the homemade ones are the best) or better yet, a flaky, buttermilk biscuit, drenched in butter and drizzled with honey.
Oh. I gotta stop posting these before breakfast.
Last night I explored semi-new territory. I have never been a cream cheese fan (except in cheesecake) and I think it's due to all the times I'd head out to school, in NY, and go to the local bodega for a toasted bagel with cream cheese and find that it was inedible because someone put a big block of c.c. on it. Well I've made crab rangoons and enjoy the chive and cream cheese filling I use in it, so much so that I have come to nibbling on little teaspoons full of onion and chive cream cheese. Well then Rich said, "hey we should have some bagels and cream cheese" and that's what we did, but this time I melted butter on the bagel and topped just a touch of cream cheese on it. It was delicious. Dee-li-shus.
Me.
P.S. Likewise, man doth not live on my blog alone. If anyone would like to be my guest blogger please email me "your blog entry" at the yahoo address of the same name as this blog and write as the subject "guest blog". It will undergo the perfunctory once over but really you have free reign. If it is too "over-the-top" so as to upset your own mother, then I will not post it, but you will receive a reply email telling you why. Also, I will never advertise your email address or who you are unless you wish for me to do so. All blogs written by anyone other than my self will be signed "guest blogger".
I cannot get over how good bread and butter is (or is it "are" because there are two items? maybe it's "is" like peanut butter and jelly is great! use this as an excuse). There's something magical and warming about bread and butter and when feeling low I don't reach for the ice cream (which is nonexistent) I reach for the bread and butter (which is, most of the time, at a "half full" status because I usually have the butter but never the bread).
It has to be unsalted butter, not that nasty, too salty stuff they give you, that detracts from the bread. The bread has to be toasted, crunchy on the outside and soft and sweet on the inside. Hot enough for the butter to melt on its on accord. The butter causes the bread to sog and when you take a bite the butter is squeezed out of the bread and into your mouth. What's good but not necessary is when you get a good croissant (the homemade ones are the best) or better yet, a flaky, buttermilk biscuit, drenched in butter and drizzled with honey.
Oh. I gotta stop posting these before breakfast.
Last night I explored semi-new territory. I have never been a cream cheese fan (except in cheesecake) and I think it's due to all the times I'd head out to school, in NY, and go to the local bodega for a toasted bagel with cream cheese and find that it was inedible because someone put a big block of c.c. on it. Well I've made crab rangoons and enjoy the chive and cream cheese filling I use in it, so much so that I have come to nibbling on little teaspoons full of onion and chive cream cheese. Well then Rich said, "hey we should have some bagels and cream cheese" and that's what we did, but this time I melted butter on the bagel and topped just a touch of cream cheese on it. It was delicious. Dee-li-shus.
Me.
P.S. Likewise, man doth not live on my blog alone. If anyone would like to be my guest blogger please email me "your blog entry" at the yahoo address of the same name as this blog and write as the subject "guest blog". It will undergo the perfunctory once over but really you have free reign. If it is too "over-the-top" so as to upset your own mother, then I will not post it, but you will receive a reply email telling you why. Also, I will never advertise your email address or who you are unless you wish for me to do so. All blogs written by anyone other than my self will be signed "guest blogger".
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Guest Blogger
For Monday there will be a guest blogger. I am going to be taking a little bit of a break and I know I have fans (in the loosest sense of the word) of my site and therefore I need to keep it updated, hence a guest blogger. This will be an on and off event and hopefully will add a bit of flavor to the same old bland moi. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!
Me.
For Monday there will be a guest blogger. I am going to be taking a little bit of a break and I know I have fans (in the loosest sense of the word) of my site and therefore I need to keep it updated, hence a guest blogger. This will be an on and off event and hopefully will add a bit of flavor to the same old bland moi. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!
Me.
Never eat more than you can lift.
--Miss Piggy
Oh, Miss Piggy, if you only knew...
I was watching a repeat of "King of the Hill" (which is a god-dang good show, even on repeats, and because of it I will never step foot into Texas in all my days), last night and it got me wondering this: "If I were to have a last meal on earth, what would if comprise of?"
Now I can go with the basics (what I picture southerners having for a nice Sun-dee supper) like perfectly crispy fried chicken, that when you bite into the grease comes pouring down your chin, served with perfect mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh, sweet, just-off-the-stalk corn on the cob with some creamy butter, crisp green beans (so fresh that they're sweet and crunchy), stuffing, and cornbread. Maybe a nice, cold, tall glass of lemonade to drink. And for dessert (because I will make room!)? Probably a slice of fudgey, warm chocolate cake with chocolate butter frosting with fresh whipped cream perfectly sweetened so as not to detract but rather to compliment the chocolate cake, with some skim milk (i can't seem to appreciate the richness of whole milk).
or-
If I stayed with the foods I grew up with, more ethnic/Filipino then it would be a combination of things, starting with lumpia (forgive me, after this meal I'm gonna be put to death, if I don't translate what they are in "American" terms) and crispy pata with that spicy vinegar sauce you dip it into. When I say "crispy" I mean crispy, just right outta the fryer, still bubbling and hot, so that it sizzles when I dip it into the sauce and burns my mouth. Lechon, cut up and served with that sweet sauce. Some of those sweetened chicken barbecue skewers, and adobo, and ginataan anything but let's make it pork and it has to be good, fresh coconut milk, and rellenong bangus with lots of veggies and the fish has to be tender, and bihon with chinese sausages, shrimp, pork, chicken and lemons, and lots and lots of rice to eat it all with. For a drink, probably my favorite drink to order in the Filipino restaurant, sago at gulaman/ gulaman at sago (i never know the order) and for other people it's "bubble tea". For dessert? Oh my lord... a little bit of ube ice cream, and suman (what's that rice called that's sticky and sweet and a little sour and you can buy it at the asian food mart? starts with a "P" i think) and biko, fresh, sweet guavas and ripened, sweet mangoes, so ripe that when I bite into it the juices gush all over the place, (forget peeling 'em) oh and fresh jackfruit, and maybe some nata de coco preserves, which I learned to eat, straight outta the jar. Fresh lychees and rambutans! Okay, that's too much. I'll have to condense that later. haha.
or-
If I were in the mood to just eat, plain old "American" fare then I'd say gimme some succulent, yep you guessed it, hamburgers. heh. I would say steak. Wait! I will say steak. Medium well, because I can't have it any rarer, I just don't like the flavor. But it's gotta be grilled, no rubs or spices, just plain ole salt and pepper and rubbed in some oil to make it really char and burn on a hot grill so you get all those nice crunchy, outer fat pieces sizzling. hah. Serve it up with a lots and lots of freshly cooked, french fries with salt and ketchup. The fries have to be parcooked first then cooked a second time to give it that nice crunchy outer skin and that soft, perfect middle. Gimme some salad too. heh. I'm gonna have me a nice, caesar salad beforehand. No meat toppings though, so I don't ruin my steak. Just plain old parmesan flakes, big, crunchy croutons, fresh, crisp, dry lettuce and dressing, but not too much dressing. Ugh, can't stand it when it's smothered in dressing. A nice, long sip of coke with ice will be perfect. And for dessert? Apple pie, of course. With a nice buttery, flaky crust, and not too many apples. They have to use a variety of apples, some sweet and some sour to make it perfect. I want it hot and fresh, so that when they put the whipped cream on it, some of it will have started melting over it already. I don't want it with ice cream. That'll ruin it for me. Oh man, after a meal like that... well I'll be ready to... well maybe not. hehe. What would make it the best last meal I've ever had is that someone else made it for me.
So what's in your wallet? I mean, what would your last meal be?
I'll probably have some more to put on, but for now, that imaginary meal has made me hungry. Gotta go.
Have a nice weekend!
Me.
--Miss Piggy
Oh, Miss Piggy, if you only knew...
I was watching a repeat of "King of the Hill" (which is a god-dang good show, even on repeats, and because of it I will never step foot into Texas in all my days), last night and it got me wondering this: "If I were to have a last meal on earth, what would if comprise of?"
Now I can go with the basics (what I picture southerners having for a nice Sun-dee supper) like perfectly crispy fried chicken, that when you bite into the grease comes pouring down your chin, served with perfect mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh, sweet, just-off-the-stalk corn on the cob with some creamy butter, crisp green beans (so fresh that they're sweet and crunchy), stuffing, and cornbread. Maybe a nice, cold, tall glass of lemonade to drink. And for dessert (because I will make room!)? Probably a slice of fudgey, warm chocolate cake with chocolate butter frosting with fresh whipped cream perfectly sweetened so as not to detract but rather to compliment the chocolate cake, with some skim milk (i can't seem to appreciate the richness of whole milk).
or-
If I stayed with the foods I grew up with, more ethnic/Filipino then it would be a combination of things, starting with lumpia (forgive me, after this meal I'm gonna be put to death, if I don't translate what they are in "American" terms) and crispy pata with that spicy vinegar sauce you dip it into. When I say "crispy" I mean crispy, just right outta the fryer, still bubbling and hot, so that it sizzles when I dip it into the sauce and burns my mouth. Lechon, cut up and served with that sweet sauce. Some of those sweetened chicken barbecue skewers, and adobo, and ginataan anything but let's make it pork and it has to be good, fresh coconut milk, and rellenong bangus with lots of veggies and the fish has to be tender, and bihon with chinese sausages, shrimp, pork, chicken and lemons, and lots and lots of rice to eat it all with. For a drink, probably my favorite drink to order in the Filipino restaurant, sago at gulaman/ gulaman at sago (i never know the order) and for other people it's "bubble tea". For dessert? Oh my lord... a little bit of ube ice cream, and suman (what's that rice called that's sticky and sweet and a little sour and you can buy it at the asian food mart? starts with a "P" i think) and biko, fresh, sweet guavas and ripened, sweet mangoes, so ripe that when I bite into it the juices gush all over the place, (forget peeling 'em) oh and fresh jackfruit, and maybe some nata de coco preserves, which I learned to eat, straight outta the jar. Fresh lychees and rambutans! Okay, that's too much. I'll have to condense that later. haha.
or-
If I were in the mood to just eat, plain old "American" fare then I'd say gimme some succulent, yep you guessed it, hamburgers. heh. I would say steak. Wait! I will say steak. Medium well, because I can't have it any rarer, I just don't like the flavor. But it's gotta be grilled, no rubs or spices, just plain ole salt and pepper and rubbed in some oil to make it really char and burn on a hot grill so you get all those nice crunchy, outer fat pieces sizzling. hah. Serve it up with a lots and lots of freshly cooked, french fries with salt and ketchup. The fries have to be parcooked first then cooked a second time to give it that nice crunchy outer skin and that soft, perfect middle. Gimme some salad too. heh. I'm gonna have me a nice, caesar salad beforehand. No meat toppings though, so I don't ruin my steak. Just plain old parmesan flakes, big, crunchy croutons, fresh, crisp, dry lettuce and dressing, but not too much dressing. Ugh, can't stand it when it's smothered in dressing. A nice, long sip of coke with ice will be perfect. And for dessert? Apple pie, of course. With a nice buttery, flaky crust, and not too many apples. They have to use a variety of apples, some sweet and some sour to make it perfect. I want it hot and fresh, so that when they put the whipped cream on it, some of it will have started melting over it already. I don't want it with ice cream. That'll ruin it for me. Oh man, after a meal like that... well I'll be ready to... well maybe not. hehe. What would make it the best last meal I've ever had is that someone else made it for me.
So what's in your wallet? I mean, what would your last meal be?
I'll probably have some more to put on, but for now, that imaginary meal has made me hungry. Gotta go.
Have a nice weekend!
Me.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
In The Likes of McGruff and Other Mascots...
Check this out. Check this- che-che- check it out!
Solve this mystery.
Ahem. I bought this cheapo t-shirt some time during the mad rush of Christmas buys and sales. It was green-ish (more like a faded green so that it looked yellow/green) and it was about three sizes too big on me but I bought it because I thought it was funny (funny in my own little way) and the clincher or what have you was that it was only $2. I wore it around the house in NY and here in Mass. and if anyone came too close I would point to my shirt and shout, "Mr. Yuk Means No!!" and usually people would back off.
Then I was reading someone's blog and they happened to bring up "Mr. Yuk" as their mascot. They posted up a link but the page could not be found. So I did what everyone should do when in need, I just f@cking googled it. (here). And guess what? Mr. Yuk, really does mean no!
So you want to know what my shirt looked like? I wont hold your hand any longer. I've given you all the facts you needed and a link to take you one step closer on your journey. I can't be expected to baby you anymore. Figure it out. Come on, baby steps!
Be good!
Moi.
P.S. If you choose to do this mission and do it well you will be rewarded with a picture of what my t-shirt looks like but also a song to go along with it.
Check this out. Check this- che-che- check it out!
Solve this mystery.
Ahem. I bought this cheapo t-shirt some time during the mad rush of Christmas buys and sales. It was green-ish (more like a faded green so that it looked yellow/green) and it was about three sizes too big on me but I bought it because I thought it was funny (funny in my own little way) and the clincher or what have you was that it was only $2. I wore it around the house in NY and here in Mass. and if anyone came too close I would point to my shirt and shout, "Mr. Yuk Means No!!" and usually people would back off.
Then I was reading someone's blog and they happened to bring up "Mr. Yuk" as their mascot. They posted up a link but the page could not be found. So I did what everyone should do when in need, I just f@cking googled it. (here). And guess what? Mr. Yuk, really does mean no!
So you want to know what my shirt looked like? I wont hold your hand any longer. I've given you all the facts you needed and a link to take you one step closer on your journey. I can't be expected to baby you anymore. Figure it out. Come on, baby steps!
Be good!
Moi.
P.S. If you choose to do this mission and do it well you will be rewarded with a picture of what my t-shirt looks like but also a song to go along with it.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Oddities
Such weird things occur when I press that "next blog" button. The last time I did it (which was a long time ago) I found this dude who had my last name and who lived in the Phils and grew up around the same area my dad was from. Weird huh? So then I emailed him and he emailed me back but it didn't end up we were related at all after checking with my parents but there was a slight chance because my grandpa moved around and could have spawned other kids. hehe. Or his brothers coulda did that too.
Then tonight while watching A.I. I clicked on the next blog button and I find this woman who worships her Moses action figure. The same one Mike gave me for Christmas! Now how many people have these action figures? I bet it's Moses telling me that he's missing his stone tablet (which happened to break off after he went rolling off the shelf and I couldn't find it and now they're separated and I've been meaning to glue it together but now they're all packed off in different boxes... yada yada yada).
I gotta go. See yous.
Me.
Such weird things occur when I press that "next blog" button. The last time I did it (which was a long time ago) I found this dude who had my last name and who lived in the Phils and grew up around the same area my dad was from. Weird huh? So then I emailed him and he emailed me back but it didn't end up we were related at all after checking with my parents but there was a slight chance because my grandpa moved around and could have spawned other kids. hehe. Or his brothers coulda did that too.
Then tonight while watching A.I. I clicked on the next blog button and I find this woman who worships her Moses action figure. The same one Mike gave me for Christmas! Now how many people have these action figures? I bet it's Moses telling me that he's missing his stone tablet (which happened to break off after he went rolling off the shelf and I couldn't find it and now they're separated and I've been meaning to glue it together but now they're all packed off in different boxes... yada yada yada).
I gotta go. See yous.
Me.
Atten-Hut!
You would think that since I have a slight reprieve from the open houses, driving and other actions that make up the daily grind, that I would use this time to finish my book, right? Ohhh noo. I sit here writing, yes, but not the last 10 pages of my book, no. I am tippity-ing away here on blogger. Wonderful. I need a drill sargeant breathing down my neck, 30 push ups, run a mile, (metaphorically of course), write that book! "Yes! Drill sar-geant!"
Onto other matters, less profound, less extreme, yet still viable. (I do not theenk it means, what you theenk it means). It irks me that Linda calls Sooty "he" when she's a she! Poor Soot. I shall refer to her by her proper adopted name (since her cat name is too hard to pronounce with human mouths and v.c.) "Victoria"* until this matter is righted. Or I will just call her dog by her other dead dog's name until she gets it.
Okay, I'll have a look outside my window, grab my headphones and get to book writing. heh.
"Oh what fools these mortals be."
*Would it be or is it weird that I plan on naming one of my children (hopefully the girl) Victoria, when I've given it to my cat already? Well I guess I will look to George Foreman for that answer.
Moi.
Haha, oh I like that. Same sign off but in a different language and it makes it sound as if I were kissing you all.
P.S. New poll.
You would think that since I have a slight reprieve from the open houses, driving and other actions that make up the daily grind, that I would use this time to finish my book, right? Ohhh noo. I sit here writing, yes, but not the last 10 pages of my book, no. I am tippity-ing away here on blogger. Wonderful. I need a drill sargeant breathing down my neck, 30 push ups, run a mile, (metaphorically of course), write that book! "Yes! Drill sar-geant!"
Onto other matters, less profound, less extreme, yet still viable. (I do not theenk it means, what you theenk it means). It irks me that Linda calls Sooty "he" when she's a she! Poor Soot. I shall refer to her by her proper adopted name (since her cat name is too hard to pronounce with human mouths and v.c.) "Victoria"* until this matter is righted. Or I will just call her dog by her other dead dog's name until she gets it.
Okay, I'll have a look outside my window, grab my headphones and get to book writing. heh.
"Oh what fools these mortals be."
*Would it be or is it weird that I plan on naming one of my children (hopefully the girl) Victoria, when I've given it to my cat already? Well I guess I will look to George Foreman for that answer.
Moi.
Haha, oh I like that. Same sign off but in a different language and it makes it sound as if I were kissing you all.
P.S. New poll.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Alaskan Dream
I dreamt I was on a ferry in Alaska, crossing a vast water and looking out over the side and seeing this beautiful, technicolored sunset. Then when I went to check the mail today I found a little letter to me from Alaska.
I swear there's a weird connection with me and that place. I suspect that when I finally see it I will die or something strange. Have you ever heard of people going to Africa for the first time and feeling like they were meant to be there, in the "motherland"? The place where we first emerged? Perhaps that's how it'll be with Alaska.
Or I could just go there, find it a backwoods dump and be depressed. "I told you so."
Eh. It'll snow tomorrow.
Night night all.
Me.
I dreamt I was on a ferry in Alaska, crossing a vast water and looking out over the side and seeing this beautiful, technicolored sunset. Then when I went to check the mail today I found a little letter to me from Alaska.
I swear there's a weird connection with me and that place. I suspect that when I finally see it I will die or something strange. Have you ever heard of people going to Africa for the first time and feeling like they were meant to be there, in the "motherland"? The place where we first emerged? Perhaps that's how it'll be with Alaska.
Or I could just go there, find it a backwoods dump and be depressed. "I told you so."
Eh. It'll snow tomorrow.
Night night all.
Me.
More Stories On Carol
Just a quick anecdote. I was watching the beginning of "Anger Management" when 'Carol' walks in and says, "oh I've seen that one," and I nod, and then the woman on screen says "oh yeah my partner and I were having sex with a little filipino guy, but that was okay because that was part of the script" and I cringed and she walked out of the room. Then tonight she comes in and Seinfeld is on and it's "The Virgin" episode, and the one time that Jerry is actually making out with a girl Carol walks in and they're in there hot and heavy with a lot of little grunts and stuff. God, how does she manage it?
Just a quick anecdote. I was watching the beginning of "Anger Management" when 'Carol' walks in and says, "oh I've seen that one," and I nod, and then the woman on screen says "oh yeah my partner and I were having sex with a little filipino guy, but that was okay because that was part of the script" and I cringed and she walked out of the room. Then tonight she comes in and Seinfeld is on and it's "The Virgin" episode, and the one time that Jerry is actually making out with a girl Carol walks in and they're in there hot and heavy with a lot of little grunts and stuff. God, how does she manage it?
Sunday, January 23, 2005
View From My Front Door and Other Events
Here are a few pics, all taken today, either this morning or 10 minutes ago. The wind's gusting it up like there's no tomorrow and I think Rich is buried somewhere outside. Even though he complains afterward everyone knows how much he enjoys the snow and the shoveling.
This is from my front door. It was taken this morning. I can't take a recent one just because it's so dark my flash upsets everything, and I'm too lazy to press the button to make it not so.
This is the view from the kitchen window, looking out onto the porch. I call it "Cheesecake Porch". I dunno if you guys can make out the table and it's strange cheesecake formation.
There's Rich, digging us out of the snow drifts so that we can spend the day driving around. heh. Speaking of Rich, I better go see if he's okay.
See yas,
Me.
Here are a few pics, all taken today, either this morning or 10 minutes ago. The wind's gusting it up like there's no tomorrow and I think Rich is buried somewhere outside. Even though he complains afterward everyone knows how much he enjoys the snow and the shoveling.
This is from my front door. It was taken this morning. I can't take a recent one just because it's so dark my flash upsets everything, and I'm too lazy to press the button to make it not so.
This is the view from the kitchen window, looking out onto the porch. I call it "Cheesecake Porch". I dunno if you guys can make out the table and it's strange cheesecake formation.
There's Rich, digging us out of the snow drifts so that we can spend the day driving around. heh. Speaking of Rich, I better go see if he's okay.
See yas,
Me.
"Ya End Up Doing What Y a Don't Like" or "Karmic Carol"
Maybe I should have changed her name to "Karen" for "Karmic Karen". Whatever VV.
So we know this lady, whom I shall call 'Carol', who dislikes any kind of reference to dirty, raunchy things. She dislikes Howard Stern for the same reasons. Now the troubling thing is that I will be listening to Robin giving the news on the Stern show and Carol will walk into the room and suddenly they'll play a moaning noise and she'll give me a funny look. You know, one of those, "what ever are you listening to?" looks and they wont quit with the sex references and sounds until she leaves the room. I swear they like to egg her on. Then, of course, I get a teeny bit embarrassed and switch the channel only to be presented with the line "do you have odor and itching? Try Vagisil". She brings it on herself. She's bound to repeat it over and over until she learns that sex and moaning go hand in hand and that it is all part of the naturalness of life and human behavior.
Oh and last night, I was watching some old repeat of a James Bond movie and she walked in just when Moneypenny says to James on the phone, "Oh James, you were always a cunning linguist". However, I'm not sure if she understood the double entendre or not but she hustled out of the room mighty quick.
hehe.
So that's cavorting with Carol.
I'll try to post up pics of "the road from my front door" in a few. Be safe.
Me.
Maybe I should have changed her name to "Karen" for "Karmic Karen". Whatever VV.
So we know this lady, whom I shall call 'Carol', who dislikes any kind of reference to dirty, raunchy things. She dislikes Howard Stern for the same reasons. Now the troubling thing is that I will be listening to Robin giving the news on the Stern show and Carol will walk into the room and suddenly they'll play a moaning noise and she'll give me a funny look. You know, one of those, "what ever are you listening to?" looks and they wont quit with the sex references and sounds until she leaves the room. I swear they like to egg her on. Then, of course, I get a teeny bit embarrassed and switch the channel only to be presented with the line "do you have odor and itching? Try Vagisil". She brings it on herself. She's bound to repeat it over and over until she learns that sex and moaning go hand in hand and that it is all part of the naturalness of life and human behavior.
Oh and last night, I was watching some old repeat of a James Bond movie and she walked in just when Moneypenny says to James on the phone, "Oh James, you were always a cunning linguist". However, I'm not sure if she understood the double entendre or not but she hustled out of the room mighty quick.
hehe.
So that's cavorting with Carol.
I'll try to post up pics of "the road from my front door" in a few. Be safe.
Me.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
State Of Emergency
Gosh, I creeped myself out from watching the travel channel and "Phantoms of the Opera", where they traveled to different places that are reportedly haunted by ghosts. It doesn't help that I entered our darkened room to find Rich fast asleep and winds howling outside. Now I am tucked into bed typing away while a blizzard rages outside my window.
The mayor declared a state of emergency because of the danger to the commuters still out on the roads. Be careful out there and keep warm!
There was a fire nearby one of the local schools here earlier today and that caused a power outage and we stood around freezing our fannies off, waiting for the heat to come on. If this isn't the town that gets the most power outages I just don't know which is.
Be safe all of you! Don't go out if you don't have to. It's a blizzard out there! Night night.
Me.
p.s. reminder to self... talk about "Carol" tomorrow and her special abilities. hehe.
Gosh, I creeped myself out from watching the travel channel and "Phantoms of the Opera", where they traveled to different places that are reportedly haunted by ghosts. It doesn't help that I entered our darkened room to find Rich fast asleep and winds howling outside. Now I am tucked into bed typing away while a blizzard rages outside my window.
The mayor declared a state of emergency because of the danger to the commuters still out on the roads. Be careful out there and keep warm!
There was a fire nearby one of the local schools here earlier today and that caused a power outage and we stood around freezing our fannies off, waiting for the heat to come on. If this isn't the town that gets the most power outages I just don't know which is.
Be safe all of you! Don't go out if you don't have to. It's a blizzard out there! Night night.
Me.
p.s. reminder to self... talk about "Carol" tomorrow and her special abilities. hehe.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Homosaywhat?
Ugh. Why are we taking the claims that Spongebob Square Pants is gay seriously? Are you kidding me? Haha. What's bad is that the news organizations are treating it as if it's a grave issue. We shouldn't be taking it so seriously, rather we should be laughing at them for being so ridiculous. Ironic that I'm actually taking offense to it and taking it seriously. Go figure. You guys do realize that Spongebob is a cartoon don't ya?
Me.
Ugh. Why are we taking the claims that Spongebob Square Pants is gay seriously? Are you kidding me? Haha. What's bad is that the news organizations are treating it as if it's a grave issue. We shouldn't be taking it so seriously, rather we should be laughing at them for being so ridiculous. Ironic that I'm actually taking offense to it and taking it seriously. Go figure. You guys do realize that Spongebob is a cartoon don't ya?
Me.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
No Title, This Is The Title
It's loverly outside. The snow is covering everything and none of it is marred by footprints, dirt, tufts of grass or anything else. The snow is covering the trees giving some decency to those obscene bare branches flashing in revelry. I see them trying to shake off their covers but for now I wont have to blush everytime I look out the window. The icicles have formed stalactites on the awnings and dims the living room so that everytime I walk past I feel as if I am in a cave, chilly and silent.
I saw "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle" a few nights ago and it was just downright hilarious. It was just so funny. Watch it.
The sun's shining and I have to take a shower but I think I'll lounge around for a little bit. I'm still a little sleepy. Got woken up by a grey kitty walking on top of me and sniffing my face, then when she saw that that got my attention and I peeked open my eyes she "meow" -ed away.
Yesterday I saw her looking down at her water bowl which was low on water and I said "oh Sooty! You're out of water huh Bunch?" and she looked up at me and said "yeeeaahh". haha. I swear.
Okee. that's all. no point in this entry. heh. have a great day all. Have a good semester, to my brother! and the rest of you out there in college. Gimme your (Mike) new address when you get the chance, I have to send you something. hehe. Oh and be good please (all of you)!
Me.
It's loverly outside. The snow is covering everything and none of it is marred by footprints, dirt, tufts of grass or anything else. The snow is covering the trees giving some decency to those obscene bare branches flashing in revelry. I see them trying to shake off their covers but for now I wont have to blush everytime I look out the window. The icicles have formed stalactites on the awnings and dims the living room so that everytime I walk past I feel as if I am in a cave, chilly and silent.
I saw "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle" a few nights ago and it was just downright hilarious. It was just so funny. Watch it.
The sun's shining and I have to take a shower but I think I'll lounge around for a little bit. I'm still a little sleepy. Got woken up by a grey kitty walking on top of me and sniffing my face, then when she saw that that got my attention and I peeked open my eyes she "meow" -ed away.
Yesterday I saw her looking down at her water bowl which was low on water and I said "oh Sooty! You're out of water huh Bunch?" and she looked up at me and said "yeeeaahh". haha. I swear.
Okee. that's all. no point in this entry. heh. have a great day all. Have a good semester, to my brother! and the rest of you out there in college. Gimme your (Mike) new address when you get the chance, I have to send you something. hehe. Oh and be good please (all of you)!
Me.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Freak Out!
I'm watching Trading Spouses and I just saw one of the mom's meet the new dad and the dad comes up to her and gives her a hug as a welcome and she then says in the interview, "He leaned in to hug me and we're not friends, we're not lovers, I'm not cheating with him. Why did he hug me? He doesn't know where to draw the line." She says the same thing when the kids give her a hug too. Is it me or is that a sign of a crazy person, someone who doesn't like to receive a friendly greeting hug?
As I was watching I went to open the "book" that I'm working on on my comp and due to bad shutting down I was already ready for something and boom, a little avalanche. A nice little window pops up to inform me that it wasn't properly saved and it might not have all the stuff I wrote before I "shut it down" blah blah blah do you want to recover it? So at this time I'm having a minor myocardial infarction and I cross my fingers press recover and bam, I believe in God once more. Haha. I have some 100 plus pages on this thing and had written 5 earlier in the day and to lose the five pages would be somewhat traumatic. But I know better now. Let's hope. hehe.
Me.
P.S. New poll coming sometime tomorrow.
I'm watching Trading Spouses and I just saw one of the mom's meet the new dad and the dad comes up to her and gives her a hug as a welcome and she then says in the interview, "He leaned in to hug me and we're not friends, we're not lovers, I'm not cheating with him. Why did he hug me? He doesn't know where to draw the line." She says the same thing when the kids give her a hug too. Is it me or is that a sign of a crazy person, someone who doesn't like to receive a friendly greeting hug?
As I was watching I went to open the "book" that I'm working on on my comp and due to bad shutting down I was already ready for something and boom, a little avalanche. A nice little window pops up to inform me that it wasn't properly saved and it might not have all the stuff I wrote before I "shut it down" blah blah blah do you want to recover it? So at this time I'm having a minor myocardial infarction and I cross my fingers press recover and bam, I believe in God once more. Haha. I have some 100 plus pages on this thing and had written 5 earlier in the day and to lose the five pages would be somewhat traumatic. But I know better now. Let's hope. hehe.
Me.
P.S. New poll coming sometime tomorrow.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
House Hunting and Matriarchal Societies
I suggest to anyone who is seriously looking to buy a house that you buy a house in the winter time. (Note, this only affects those who live in the north and who experience the four seasons). Winter is when a house looks its dowdiest and that's when you see it at its worst; bare trees, greying overcast skies, brown or no grass, etc. By seeing it at this time of year you will see how it will look in the winter of when you finally move into it and, as the saying goes, things will only get better. I compare it to seeing a loved one sick. I remember a friend from college telling me that her newly acquired boyfriend took care of her while she was sick and in her words, "well I guess he'll stick around since he's seen me with snot dripping down my nose and vomit coming out of my mouth and didn't get turned off". Eureka!
I was watching Spiketv last night and caught some "Amazing Videos", one of which an elephant had accidentally caught her back leg into the hole of a tire swing. Well "amazingly" all the elephants came over when she called and they did everything to help her out, from grabbing on to it and pulling to cheering her and encouraging her to yank it free, and when she finally did they consoled her. Yeah, I'm sure I'm reading into it a little more than I should but I've seen documentaries on elephants in the wild and they are protective, helpful and kind creatures who talk to one another. They talk! Albeit, not in english, but let's face it huh, we look down on people who don't speak the language we speak, or if they do and they speak it with an accent. We do it because we think that they are stupid or slightly less intelligent than us. Look at it this way, they look down on you for not speaking their language.
Another issue with elephants. They live in a harmonious society. Why? Because they live in a matriarchy. Long live women! I told Rich, "perhaps we would be living in this kind of society if we let women rule a little bit," and of course he quietly agreed (because no man would really like it if a woman ruled him, but he's too smart to disagree with me *whipping sound). hahaha. Nah, he wears the belt in this relationship. Don't you? shnugglewumpus? Ahem.
Then I thought about it and I said, "I think women can rule only if we were all just big and fat" and he said "yah! you would rule through cooking!" but I meant it in another way. I've seen examples on tv and in my own personal experience of how strong women still get the pang of jealousy when another specimen of female walks in the room and her boyfriend turns his head (I'm not calling myself a "strong" woman heh). And even though I would bet my cat that Rich would never cheat on me, I can't put faith in another woman. But don't you see how sad that is? It's not the other woman's fault but rather my own insecurities. Once we get over it we can rule, but (I know I've posted this similar train of thought over and over again) forget about getting over it, we should just rule.
Oh and a note on cheating and Rich and me... I know he would never cheat on me and I would never cheat on him, not because there's no opportunity to do so, but because why should one eff up a great relationship that's based on trust and love for some quick high, some superficial, passing bout of hormones? My fantasy is if he were to come to my house, cook me dinner, do the laundry, make the bed, vacuum, iron and take the dishes out of the dishwasher. Haha, Rich supplies everything else I need. Man who needs a swiss army knife when a man can do all that for you? Now that's a present. Oh god, I wandered. Last note. I think it would be easy to cheat, what's really fuggin hard is trying to work on a relationship, but who said doing good was easy? Be good out there. You know who you are!
Me.
P.S. So sorry for the long post. Thank you, comaggen.
P.P.S. This is for my own personal knowledge. Look up ultimate fighter on spiketv. (yes i read my own blog, don't you, loser?) heh.
I suggest to anyone who is seriously looking to buy a house that you buy a house in the winter time. (Note, this only affects those who live in the north and who experience the four seasons). Winter is when a house looks its dowdiest and that's when you see it at its worst; bare trees, greying overcast skies, brown or no grass, etc. By seeing it at this time of year you will see how it will look in the winter of when you finally move into it and, as the saying goes, things will only get better. I compare it to seeing a loved one sick. I remember a friend from college telling me that her newly acquired boyfriend took care of her while she was sick and in her words, "well I guess he'll stick around since he's seen me with snot dripping down my nose and vomit coming out of my mouth and didn't get turned off". Eureka!
I was watching Spiketv last night and caught some "Amazing Videos", one of which an elephant had accidentally caught her back leg into the hole of a tire swing. Well "amazingly" all the elephants came over when she called and they did everything to help her out, from grabbing on to it and pulling to cheering her and encouraging her to yank it free, and when she finally did they consoled her. Yeah, I'm sure I'm reading into it a little more than I should but I've seen documentaries on elephants in the wild and they are protective, helpful and kind creatures who talk to one another. They talk! Albeit, not in english, but let's face it huh, we look down on people who don't speak the language we speak, or if they do and they speak it with an accent. We do it because we think that they are stupid or slightly less intelligent than us. Look at it this way, they look down on you for not speaking their language.
Another issue with elephants. They live in a harmonious society. Why? Because they live in a matriarchy. Long live women! I told Rich, "perhaps we would be living in this kind of society if we let women rule a little bit," and of course he quietly agreed (because no man would really like it if a woman ruled him, but he's too smart to disagree with me *whipping sound). hahaha. Nah, he wears the belt in this relationship. Don't you? shnugglewumpus? Ahem.
Then I thought about it and I said, "I think women can rule only if we were all just big and fat" and he said "yah! you would rule through cooking!" but I meant it in another way. I've seen examples on tv and in my own personal experience of how strong women still get the pang of jealousy when another specimen of female walks in the room and her boyfriend turns his head (I'm not calling myself a "strong" woman heh). And even though I would bet my cat that Rich would never cheat on me, I can't put faith in another woman. But don't you see how sad that is? It's not the other woman's fault but rather my own insecurities. Once we get over it we can rule, but (I know I've posted this similar train of thought over and over again) forget about getting over it, we should just rule.
Oh and a note on cheating and Rich and me... I know he would never cheat on me and I would never cheat on him, not because there's no opportunity to do so, but because why should one eff up a great relationship that's based on trust and love for some quick high, some superficial, passing bout of hormones? My fantasy is if he were to come to my house, cook me dinner, do the laundry, make the bed, vacuum, iron and take the dishes out of the dishwasher. Haha, Rich supplies everything else I need. Man who needs a swiss army knife when a man can do all that for you? Now that's a present. Oh god, I wandered. Last note. I think it would be easy to cheat, what's really fuggin hard is trying to work on a relationship, but who said doing good was easy? Be good out there. You know who you are!
Me.
P.S. So sorry for the long post. Thank you, comaggen.
P.P.S. This is for my own personal knowledge. Look up ultimate fighter on spiketv. (yes i read my own blog, don't you, loser?) heh.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Birds of Prey Do Not Flock Together
Yesterday Rich caught site of this enormous bird sitting on our fence post. He thought it was an owl but that didn't make sense since most owls are nocturnal and this was some time in the afternoon, and as we got a better look at it I saw that it was some kind of hawk. It had this fiery chest, and thick yellow leggin's and feet, as well as a turned down vicious looking beak.
Later on that day Rich saw it in our backyard. He called me over and I saw that it was standing on something. That's when I realized it was the white underbelly of a mouse or rat. Then the bird took off with its prey and landed on a far branch. Rich took out his binoculars and did a play-by-play of what the creature was doing. I snuck a peek and saw that it was tearing up that mouse, and I even saw a chunk of meat fall to the ground. It was beautiful. I felt as if I were watching along with Marty Stouffer on Wild America. Rich described as the hawk ripped out the entrails and began to devour it. It dangled off the branch swaying in the breeze.
I still don't know what kind of hawk it is. I took pictures of it and will post it up later. We've never seen such a creature before around here and I'm not even sure if its indigenous to these parts. Perhaps some cruel fellow has decided to free him here in a place that is not its habitat.
I've seen what I thought were hawks, but only driving on the highway, near mountains and pines, and only when they were flying high above me. They were so big it seemed as if they were regular birds flying low but I could tell they were so high up because they disappeared behind some clouds.
Movie Night
I saw "The Village" yesterday, last night to be exact, and I thought it was good. If you haven't seen it, watch it without trying to analyze anything. It's too bad we're so used to looking out for a twist in the movie that we automatically search one out while we watch it. Rich and I decided that we wouldn't look for "clues" or anything, although when it seemed obvious to me I was sure it was obvious to him as well I made a comment... oops. heh. I thought it was a good movie and I know good movies. haha.
Oh and in addition to that, the night before last we saw this one on Starz called "Two Brothers and a Bride" or "A Foreign Affair" with David Arquette-Cox and that was about two brothers looking for someone to take care of them after their mother dies, so they decide to marry a Russian bride who'll cook for them. And the antics ensue. Yeah that was good too.
Okee gotta go all! Have a good day and a great weekend!
Me
Yesterday Rich caught site of this enormous bird sitting on our fence post. He thought it was an owl but that didn't make sense since most owls are nocturnal and this was some time in the afternoon, and as we got a better look at it I saw that it was some kind of hawk. It had this fiery chest, and thick yellow leggin's and feet, as well as a turned down vicious looking beak.
Later on that day Rich saw it in our backyard. He called me over and I saw that it was standing on something. That's when I realized it was the white underbelly of a mouse or rat. Then the bird took off with its prey and landed on a far branch. Rich took out his binoculars and did a play-by-play of what the creature was doing. I snuck a peek and saw that it was tearing up that mouse, and I even saw a chunk of meat fall to the ground. It was beautiful. I felt as if I were watching along with Marty Stouffer on Wild America. Rich described as the hawk ripped out the entrails and began to devour it. It dangled off the branch swaying in the breeze.
I still don't know what kind of hawk it is. I took pictures of it and will post it up later. We've never seen such a creature before around here and I'm not even sure if its indigenous to these parts. Perhaps some cruel fellow has decided to free him here in a place that is not its habitat.
I've seen what I thought were hawks, but only driving on the highway, near mountains and pines, and only when they were flying high above me. They were so big it seemed as if they were regular birds flying low but I could tell they were so high up because they disappeared behind some clouds.
Movie Night
I saw "The Village" yesterday, last night to be exact, and I thought it was good. If you haven't seen it, watch it without trying to analyze anything. It's too bad we're so used to looking out for a twist in the movie that we automatically search one out while we watch it. Rich and I decided that we wouldn't look for "clues" or anything, although when it seemed obvious to me I was sure it was obvious to him as well I made a comment... oops. heh. I thought it was a good movie and I know good movies. haha.
Oh and in addition to that, the night before last we saw this one on Starz called "Two Brothers and a Bride" or "A Foreign Affair" with David Arquette-Cox and that was about two brothers looking for someone to take care of them after their mother dies, so they decide to marry a Russian bride who'll cook for them. And the antics ensue. Yeah that was good too.
Okee gotta go all! Have a good day and a great weekend!
Me
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Big News!!!
Hey guess what just came out today??!! Dude, fuggin' check this owt! It's the brand spank-ya-momma new Apple iPod shuffle and the mac mini.
For more info please go to apple.com
P.S. F U READ THIS: NEW POLL!!
Hey guess what just came out today??!! Dude, fuggin' check this owt! It's the brand spank-ya-momma new Apple iPod shuffle and the mac mini.
For more info please go to apple.com
P.S. F U READ THIS: NEW POLL!!
Down In The Mouth? It's Time For A Faith Lift
(I found this on the net)
I was always afraid that I would turn out to be one of those "God sending people". haha. Like the people who write us from the Philippines and fill the entire letter with "may God" "our good Lord" "Thank the Lord above" etc. etc. But I was always turned off by those people because their use of God was a scam so that they seemed as if they were worthy of the money that they were asking for. And yet when I think of the people in my life (the ones that I like) I ask God to look after them, in my own way I 'God-send' to them. But I don't do it with any hope of getting any material gain back (unless you count "good karma points" or the "hopefully it will tip the scales in my favor to getting into the cocktail party known as heaven" gain). hehe.
I wont even begin to pretend to understand what you're going through. All I can go by are the emotions I've ever felt from watching a movie as well as from what my imagination and empathy can conjure up for me.
The only advice I can give is what I know works for me: Talk to people about it. Talk to people who have gone through what you're going through as well as people in general; teachers, best friends, strangers (i find speaking to a stranger works wonders because it's like unburdening to someone who you'll never see again haha). Communication is a stress reliever. Always keep positive. Positive thoughts and actions help you from falling into a depression. Keep busy; this especially works well for me. I find something that interests me and I do it. I try new hobbies, like knitting or learning the guitar. It's okay to be sad but be realistic as well. Life is all about changes and to know that is to know that nothing is forever. Another thing that helps is prayer and/or meditation. And the best advice is that laughter is the best medicine! Watch funny movies... heh. Or read some funny jokes. Or what I actually find very funny is America's Funniest Home Videos. Sad? No, not at all! It's actually pretty funny.
Keep writing, it works too.
There are lots of help you can find on the internet. Do the research, I know a lot of people find comfort in not being in the dark. Hope you're well. I ask you all out there to say a little prayer.
Me.
(I found this on the net)
I was always afraid that I would turn out to be one of those "God sending people". haha. Like the people who write us from the Philippines and fill the entire letter with "may God" "our good Lord" "Thank the Lord above" etc. etc. But I was always turned off by those people because their use of God was a scam so that they seemed as if they were worthy of the money that they were asking for. And yet when I think of the people in my life (the ones that I like) I ask God to look after them, in my own way I 'God-send' to them. But I don't do it with any hope of getting any material gain back (unless you count "good karma points" or the "hopefully it will tip the scales in my favor to getting into the cocktail party known as heaven" gain). hehe.
I wont even begin to pretend to understand what you're going through. All I can go by are the emotions I've ever felt from watching a movie as well as from what my imagination and empathy can conjure up for me.
The only advice I can give is what I know works for me: Talk to people about it. Talk to people who have gone through what you're going through as well as people in general; teachers, best friends, strangers (i find speaking to a stranger works wonders because it's like unburdening to someone who you'll never see again haha). Communication is a stress reliever. Always keep positive. Positive thoughts and actions help you from falling into a depression. Keep busy; this especially works well for me. I find something that interests me and I do it. I try new hobbies, like knitting or learning the guitar. It's okay to be sad but be realistic as well. Life is all about changes and to know that is to know that nothing is forever. Another thing that helps is prayer and/or meditation. And the best advice is that laughter is the best medicine! Watch funny movies... heh. Or read some funny jokes. Or what I actually find very funny is America's Funniest Home Videos. Sad? No, not at all! It's actually pretty funny.
Keep writing, it works too.
There are lots of help you can find on the internet. Do the research, I know a lot of people find comfort in not being in the dark. Hope you're well. I ask you all out there to say a little prayer.
Me.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
"What Is Margarine Chagrin?"
Last night I was helping Rich pack up the few last things there are to pack and in one of the drawers upstairs we found his old Nintendo Entertainment System, ya know which one I'm talking about folks? The one with the little lid that closed over the cartridge that you stuck in and pushed down into place. It was probably folks of our generation's first entertainment system. Heh. I remember getting it and Mike sitting next to me watching as I played Super Mario Bros. and he hated the underground level because it was pretty scary, especially with the foreboding music. Mom didn't help either when she would play and start screaming "jump" and raising her controller up and down to make Luigi jump. Oh and she'd also jump out of her seat, and Mike would sit there totally engrossed and red in the face from the excitement of it all. haha Inevitably Luigi didn't do what mom yelled at him to do and he'd willing walk to his death over a cliff.
So I had Rich set it up and we played a few games, like Galaga and Commando and Super Mario Bros. and I remembered there was such a thing as secret areas for higher level places. What I miss is duck hunt and tetris which he did not own. I think ours came with Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt. But it was unplayable after Mike decided that our system needed to become a crayon box. heh. He stored all his crayons in the little slot and for some reason it wouldn't work after that. I wonder why...
That's how my life's been. How are you?
Me.
P.S. "butter mutter" was the correct answer.
Last night I was helping Rich pack up the few last things there are to pack and in one of the drawers upstairs we found his old Nintendo Entertainment System, ya know which one I'm talking about folks? The one with the little lid that closed over the cartridge that you stuck in and pushed down into place. It was probably folks of our generation's first entertainment system. Heh. I remember getting it and Mike sitting next to me watching as I played Super Mario Bros. and he hated the underground level because it was pretty scary, especially with the foreboding music. Mom didn't help either when she would play and start screaming "jump" and raising her controller up and down to make Luigi jump. Oh and she'd also jump out of her seat, and Mike would sit there totally engrossed and red in the face from the excitement of it all. haha Inevitably Luigi didn't do what mom yelled at him to do and he'd willing walk to his death over a cliff.
So I had Rich set it up and we played a few games, like Galaga and Commando and Super Mario Bros. and I remembered there was such a thing as secret areas for higher level places. What I miss is duck hunt and tetris which he did not own. I think ours came with Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt. But it was unplayable after Mike decided that our system needed to become a crayon box. heh. He stored all his crayons in the little slot and for some reason it wouldn't work after that. I wonder why...
That's how my life's been. How are you?
Me.
P.S. "butter mutter" was the correct answer.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Doldrums* and Doubt
The festivities are over, though in actuality some people still celebrate the Epiphany (tomorrow) but since I don't, I have nothing to look forward to on the morrow. This weather and other environmental factors would be the cause of my grey mood. Our room smells of paint and it's reduced of items by half. We don't even have a radio. It's cold, echoey, and bleak. All the familiar wall landmarks have disappeared beneath a coat of off-white paint. Even our bed is in a different position.
Our voices bounce off the walls, reverberating right into the living room and preceding hallway with frightening clarity, making love-making sessions non-existent, although I could also factor in the fact that I'm "on the rag" as a reason. Too much information? Well I figured since everyone was so open about their "other" lives I could be as well. Guess not.
Well the past weeks brought up the idea of Santa Claus and those movies where the idea of Santa was dying and the bringing back of those beliefs etc. Then I thought back to when I was a child and how my parents told me that Santa brought the gifts under the tree (funny enough he used the same wrapping paper my parents used), and I remembered having some friend looking at me in disbelief saying, "you don't still believe in Santa do you?" sometime before third grade. And I said "no of course I don't still believe in Santa".
But in truth I still do believe in Santa. I never thought my parents lied to me into being good. I knew the difference. Even as a child I knew that "Santa" stood for the idea of giving and goodwill and although I entertained the idea of some old man coming into my house to leave me presents, I figured the globe one year, and dictionary the next, were gifts from my Santa parents because that was not what I asked for at all. haha. God. it's allegorical, metaphorical, get it? geez.
But I was shocked to find that people actually take offense to telling their children that there is a Santa because it is in fact a lie. But I have witnessed parents telling their children "uh-oh are you being good? Santa is watching you and if you're bad you wont get a present" which I hate because it's a manipulation and I can understand if those people grow up to dislike their parents for lying to them. Similarly I hate those parents who have a child throwing a tantrum who say "oh mommy's going now, you can just stay there" and then she walks away. She doesn't realize how traumatic that is. Not that my mom did that, she just gave us the "look", but I wasn't one to throw tantrums. heh. Enough spankings teaches you that, and I was a fast learner.
But back to Santa, I dunno what I'd do when I have kids. I guess I wouldn't "lie" to them and have them believe that some old man comes, but it's almost a loss for me because I enjoyed the imagining of some jolly old man leaving me a thesaurus or some new book under the tree. I wouldn't, of course, tell them that they "better be good or else", that's just sad. I'll just learn "the look" and "eyes on the back of my head" lie that mom told us. heh.
By the way, I wonder if Mike remembers going on a mission to hunt out the extra pair of eyes mom had hidden in her hair, and the scary aftermath of that expedition.
I guess I'll teach them the idea of giving and how Santa stems from that. I dunno.
Don't freeze out there!
Me.
*Doldrums shouldn't be a negative word, it really is another name for the "belt of calms". See this article.
The festivities are over, though in actuality some people still celebrate the Epiphany (tomorrow) but since I don't, I have nothing to look forward to on the morrow. This weather and other environmental factors would be the cause of my grey mood. Our room smells of paint and it's reduced of items by half. We don't even have a radio. It's cold, echoey, and bleak. All the familiar wall landmarks have disappeared beneath a coat of off-white paint. Even our bed is in a different position.
Our voices bounce off the walls, reverberating right into the living room and preceding hallway with frightening clarity, making love-making sessions non-existent, although I could also factor in the fact that I'm "on the rag" as a reason. Too much information? Well I figured since everyone was so open about their "other" lives I could be as well. Guess not.
Well the past weeks brought up the idea of Santa Claus and those movies where the idea of Santa was dying and the bringing back of those beliefs etc. Then I thought back to when I was a child and how my parents told me that Santa brought the gifts under the tree (funny enough he used the same wrapping paper my parents used), and I remembered having some friend looking at me in disbelief saying, "you don't still believe in Santa do you?" sometime before third grade. And I said "no of course I don't still believe in Santa".
But in truth I still do believe in Santa. I never thought my parents lied to me into being good. I knew the difference. Even as a child I knew that "Santa" stood for the idea of giving and goodwill and although I entertained the idea of some old man coming into my house to leave me presents, I figured the globe one year, and dictionary the next, were gifts from my Santa parents because that was not what I asked for at all. haha. God. it's allegorical, metaphorical, get it? geez.
But I was shocked to find that people actually take offense to telling their children that there is a Santa because it is in fact a lie. But I have witnessed parents telling their children "uh-oh are you being good? Santa is watching you and if you're bad you wont get a present" which I hate because it's a manipulation and I can understand if those people grow up to dislike their parents for lying to them. Similarly I hate those parents who have a child throwing a tantrum who say "oh mommy's going now, you can just stay there" and then she walks away. She doesn't realize how traumatic that is. Not that my mom did that, she just gave us the "look", but I wasn't one to throw tantrums. heh. Enough spankings teaches you that, and I was a fast learner.
But back to Santa, I dunno what I'd do when I have kids. I guess I wouldn't "lie" to them and have them believe that some old man comes, but it's almost a loss for me because I enjoyed the imagining of some jolly old man leaving me a thesaurus or some new book under the tree. I wouldn't, of course, tell them that they "better be good or else", that's just sad. I'll just learn "the look" and "eyes on the back of my head" lie that mom told us. heh.
By the way, I wonder if Mike remembers going on a mission to hunt out the extra pair of eyes mom had hidden in her hair, and the scary aftermath of that expedition.
I guess I'll teach them the idea of giving and how Santa stems from that. I dunno.
Don't freeze out there!
Me.
*Doldrums shouldn't be a negative word, it really is another name for the "belt of calms". See this article.
Monday, January 03, 2005
We Meet Today
As the clock struck midnight and inched me
to January i endorsed howard dean and celebrated my monkey, chinese new year but found that
in February i froze to death in my wet pants and tried to knit myself a cardigan, but i found hints of love here and there to keep me warm on valentine's day and leaped
to March when I read the best book I've ever read called "Three Junes" by Julia Glass (next to East of Eden) and found myself springing forward
to april. April 4th 2004, to be exact. the last time it was 04.04.04 was 100 years ago. and waited for signs of spring where I found them
in May as I zoomed around with my skyward kite beside the cherry blossoms but had enough sense to come down to see Brad Pitt in Troy as well as
see my brother give his graduation speech in June and return a day later for Jury Duty, with Rich in tow. That's something I wont forget. And sometime
in July we celebrated America and backed John Kerry for President and saw the heat rise in Fahrenheit 9/11,
and the clouds gathered in August for thunderstorms and hurricanes while I lost myself to Ages of Empires II and lost my beloved garden,
but in September I found some reparations on my birthday, with family and friends and turned 24, this close to 25 and doodled my life away but got a jolt
in October when someone told me he was willing to make an honest woman of me even though I went through some "dishonest" deeds to be made into an honest woman. haha. "Let's go take a lovely walk here...". Disappointment follows when one is dishonest, and disappointment appeared in the form of a Red Sox win and it followed me to Halloween where I couldn't wear a costume, but disappointment reared its ugly head again
in November when the election results showed a close win for the Republicans, but I had three weeks to recover and by Thanksgiving I was feeling better, giving thanks to family, friends, scrabble, pancit molo and chicken lollipops. heh oh and one more thing to be thankful for, the coming of
December and Christmas. Making lists, checking them twice and wrapping those darn presents. Also getting ready for a new year and a move away. Seemed so far away from the clock ticking me past 2003 and now I am in 2005, looking back and looking forth to these following 12 months.
A year in the life of,
Me.
As the clock struck midnight and inched me
to January i endorsed howard dean and celebrated my monkey, chinese new year but found that
in February i froze to death in my wet pants and tried to knit myself a cardigan, but i found hints of love here and there to keep me warm on valentine's day and leaped
to March when I read the best book I've ever read called "Three Junes" by Julia Glass (next to East of Eden) and found myself springing forward
to april. April 4th 2004, to be exact. the last time it was 04.04.04 was 100 years ago. and waited for signs of spring where I found them
in May as I zoomed around with my skyward kite beside the cherry blossoms but had enough sense to come down to see Brad Pitt in Troy as well as
see my brother give his graduation speech in June and return a day later for Jury Duty, with Rich in tow. That's something I wont forget. And sometime
in July we celebrated America and backed John Kerry for President and saw the heat rise in Fahrenheit 9/11,
and the clouds gathered in August for thunderstorms and hurricanes while I lost myself to Ages of Empires II and lost my beloved garden,
but in September I found some reparations on my birthday, with family and friends and turned 24, this close to 25 and doodled my life away but got a jolt
in October when someone told me he was willing to make an honest woman of me even though I went through some "dishonest" deeds to be made into an honest woman. haha. "Let's go take a lovely walk here...". Disappointment follows when one is dishonest, and disappointment appeared in the form of a Red Sox win and it followed me to Halloween where I couldn't wear a costume, but disappointment reared its ugly head again
in November when the election results showed a close win for the Republicans, but I had three weeks to recover and by Thanksgiving I was feeling better, giving thanks to family, friends, scrabble, pancit molo and chicken lollipops. heh oh and one more thing to be thankful for, the coming of
December and Christmas. Making lists, checking them twice and wrapping those darn presents. Also getting ready for a new year and a move away. Seemed so far away from the clock ticking me past 2003 and now I am in 2005, looking back and looking forth to these following 12 months.
A year in the life of,
Me.
Oh Brother!
hmm, I wonder if my brother ever figured out his password to his email. I sent him something there forgetting the fact that he forgot his password...
I just want to say, yeah so I read you had sex for the first time. hmm, what can one say that wont sound offensive or can one even say something without detracting from such an experience? well I guess since you're not a girl there's not much to say about it. haha. I keep it at this. Please wear protection, we don't want you with those disgusting diseases or even the mildly unpleasant ones, and I hope you're not doing it for the act only, 'cause that would make you gross in my book. I really hope you think about the consequences, the other person, yourself and that although it may seem such a simple act there are things that reflect in it (in the aftermath). Yeah yeah, sounds like a girl writing it. Okay, wont bug you about your "love" life and I'd rather not discuss it with you any further but if you want to talk to anyone ya know I'm around. And if you didn't want me to write about it in my blog, then you shouldn't have made it so known in yours. heh. tit for tat.
good, now that that's settled...
good day all,
Me
hmm, I wonder if my brother ever figured out his password to his email. I sent him something there forgetting the fact that he forgot his password...
I just want to say, yeah so I read you had sex for the first time. hmm, what can one say that wont sound offensive or can one even say something without detracting from such an experience? well I guess since you're not a girl there's not much to say about it. haha. I keep it at this. Please wear protection, we don't want you with those disgusting diseases or even the mildly unpleasant ones, and I hope you're not doing it for the act only, 'cause that would make you gross in my book. I really hope you think about the consequences, the other person, yourself and that although it may seem such a simple act there are things that reflect in it (in the aftermath). Yeah yeah, sounds like a girl writing it. Okay, wont bug you about your "love" life and I'd rather not discuss it with you any further but if you want to talk to anyone ya know I'm around. And if you didn't want me to write about it in my blog, then you shouldn't have made it so known in yours. heh. tit for tat.
good, now that that's settled...
good day all,
Me
Saturday, January 01, 2005
There Is No Snooze Button On A Cat Who Wants Breakfast
Hey all! How was your New Year's Eve spent? Well I planned on taking a nap from 4 to 6 last evening but was woken up rudely by the phone ringing and ringing and ringing at 5. So I said, "Ah fugg it. I can stay up til midnight!" Well when 9:30 came rolling in, it found me yawning, my eyes drooping. So I told Rich to turn on the tv so that I could watch something to keep me awake. Well nothing's better than the history channel to stay awake to (that was meant sarcastically) and Rich came in to bed and watched it with me there. And what would you know, we fell asleep. He woke up sometime around 10:30 to turn off the lights and the tv and I peeked open my eye and mumbled, "but I didn't get to see the ball drop" to which I immediately fell back to sleep. Luckily I have a wonderful, marvelous inner clock that seems to keep man-made time very well and I woke up, turned over and checked the time on our bedside clock-radio. It said "12:02" which meant it was exactly 12:00 midnight. I let out a silent "whoop" and rolled over to Soobee, gave him a peck and a "Happy New Year Soobee!" to which he replied "huuummp huuhh hhhrr" and we proceeded back to dreamland. So that was how my night was spent. Woke up around 5 something, went to the bathroom and found a message from Julie on it, wishing me a "Happy New Year" to which I promptly replied back. yay! haha.
Okee gotta go. Have a great day all!
Me.
-edit-
God, didn't mean to make it seem as if Julie wrote me a message in the bathroom. I meant that when I came back from the bathroom my phone was blinking and there was a message from Julie on it. Geez.
Hey all! How was your New Year's Eve spent? Well I planned on taking a nap from 4 to 6 last evening but was woken up rudely by the phone ringing and ringing and ringing at 5. So I said, "Ah fugg it. I can stay up til midnight!" Well when 9:30 came rolling in, it found me yawning, my eyes drooping. So I told Rich to turn on the tv so that I could watch something to keep me awake. Well nothing's better than the history channel to stay awake to (that was meant sarcastically) and Rich came in to bed and watched it with me there. And what would you know, we fell asleep. He woke up sometime around 10:30 to turn off the lights and the tv and I peeked open my eye and mumbled, "but I didn't get to see the ball drop" to which I immediately fell back to sleep. Luckily I have a wonderful, marvelous inner clock that seems to keep man-made time very well and I woke up, turned over and checked the time on our bedside clock-radio. It said "12:02" which meant it was exactly 12:00 midnight. I let out a silent "whoop" and rolled over to Soobee, gave him a peck and a "Happy New Year Soobee!" to which he replied "huuummp huuhh hhhrr" and we proceeded back to dreamland. So that was how my night was spent. Woke up around 5 something, went to the bathroom and found a message from Julie on it, wishing me a "Happy New Year" to which I promptly replied back. yay! haha.
Okee gotta go. Have a great day all!
Me.
-edit-
God, didn't mean to make it seem as if Julie wrote me a message in the bathroom. I meant that when I came back from the bathroom my phone was blinking and there was a message from Julie on it. Geez.
