Life's A Bitch
So I forgot to wish you all a happy chinese new year yesterday. It happens to be the year of the dog! yay. It looks very favorable and peaceful from all the sites I've read on the internet. My favorite Aunt was born in the year for the Dog, if that means anything to you. So Happy New Year once again.
Me.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
The Sweet Life
Finally saw Tim Burton's version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was actually very good. Different from the original and I really didn't even compare it to the original while watching it except for the beginning while they're on the boat and there wasn't the scary/neat rhyme. There were some funny bits too.
I would love to have a chocolate river and waterfall to look at and smell while sitting on my sugary grass under the caramel apple tree. No Oompah loompahs though. And no creepy dude with weird hair and funny talk and daddy issues.
Have a good night and rest of the weekend.
Me.
Finally saw Tim Burton's version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was actually very good. Different from the original and I really didn't even compare it to the original while watching it except for the beginning while they're on the boat and there wasn't the scary/neat rhyme. There were some funny bits too.
I would love to have a chocolate river and waterfall to look at and smell while sitting on my sugary grass under the caramel apple tree. No Oompah loompahs though. And no creepy dude with weird hair and funny talk and daddy issues.
Have a good night and rest of the weekend.
Me.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Formerly Upper Volta*
There was a point in my relationship, with the person I would eventually marry, that we pretended to be homeless and lived in a car for two nights.
It was actually very sweet because in the mornings we'd drive to the beach, watch the sunrise and eat bagels.
I contemplated whether I should collect soda cans and bottles and redeem them for a handful of nickels and perhaps borrow someone's metal detector and scour the beach early in the morning.
But then his vacation from work ended and I had to start school once more, so he suggested that I move in with him.
My conservative, Victorian virtues trembled and nearly fainted. That would mean living with a man in sin. Secretly the Filipino side of me cheered. Now was my chance to see how white people acted in the shelter of their own homes, what they ate, and if their poo really smelled. (More or less the same/not ham sandwiches like mom said/yes.)
I rallied my girls and had a long discussion with them. We finally narrowed it down to two choices:
I could just move in with him.
Or move to Burkina Faso.*
Ciao,
Me.
There was a point in my relationship, with the person I would eventually marry, that we pretended to be homeless and lived in a car for two nights.
It was actually very sweet because in the mornings we'd drive to the beach, watch the sunrise and eat bagels.
I contemplated whether I should collect soda cans and bottles and redeem them for a handful of nickels and perhaps borrow someone's metal detector and scour the beach early in the morning.
But then his vacation from work ended and I had to start school once more, so he suggested that I move in with him.
My conservative, Victorian virtues trembled and nearly fainted. That would mean living with a man in sin. Secretly the Filipino side of me cheered. Now was my chance to see how white people acted in the shelter of their own homes, what they ate, and if their poo really smelled. (More or less the same/not ham sandwiches like mom said/yes.)
I rallied my girls and had a long discussion with them. We finally narrowed it down to two choices:
I could just move in with him.
Or move to Burkina Faso.*
Ciao,
Me.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
The Reverse Side Also Has A Reverse Side
Japanese Proverb
We go back and forth about whether I want to be enlightened. I say it's too much fun living in worldly pleasures and he tells me that it's much better when I am enlightened. He thinks he was brought here to help me out and to finally achieve it, I think I was brought here to test him and make him resist, wallow with me and the other swine, drinking others' urine but claiming it delicious! He tries so hard to not think, to silence his mind and I'm busy scheming and wondering and hoping.
All this goes on while our cat raises her sleepy head (efficient killer that she is), licks her paw and goes back to sleep, more zen than either of us.
Me.
Japanese Proverb
We go back and forth about whether I want to be enlightened. I say it's too much fun living in worldly pleasures and he tells me that it's much better when I am enlightened. He thinks he was brought here to help me out and to finally achieve it, I think I was brought here to test him and make him resist, wallow with me and the other swine, drinking others' urine but claiming it delicious! He tries so hard to not think, to silence his mind and I'm busy scheming and wondering and hoping.
All this goes on while our cat raises her sleepy head (efficient killer that she is), licks her paw and goes back to sleep, more zen than either of us.
Me.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Invite The Chronic
Finally saw the Chroni-what!-cles of Narnia sometime last week and I will admit that it was pretty good. Way better than the latest Potter movie and actually stuck to the book very closely. That was officially the first movie we saw in a theater this year! Yay. I really doubt we'll see many movies this year unless they come up with something similar to Lord of the Rings or Star Wars.
In other news, we've settled on which invitations we'll be sending but I've sat back and let it sit in for a while before any ordering. Gotta let this sink in before making such a big decision. I wished it was something like my wedding dress where I saw it and said "this is it!" but we mulled over the ones we liked and pro'd and con'd them and finally decided on a certain set. Luckily I don't feel too bad because I'm buying it through the company I work for and am getting a 40% deduction off of them. Nonetheless they're still pretty pricey. If they were only less than $200 I'd be okay with it but over $200 and I'm a little perturbed.
Sigh.
Have a good weekend folks.
Me.
Finally saw the Chroni-what!-cles of Narnia sometime last week and I will admit that it was pretty good. Way better than the latest Potter movie and actually stuck to the book very closely. That was officially the first movie we saw in a theater this year! Yay. I really doubt we'll see many movies this year unless they come up with something similar to Lord of the Rings or Star Wars.
In other news, we've settled on which invitations we'll be sending but I've sat back and let it sit in for a while before any ordering. Gotta let this sink in before making such a big decision. I wished it was something like my wedding dress where I saw it and said "this is it!" but we mulled over the ones we liked and pro'd and con'd them and finally decided on a certain set. Luckily I don't feel too bad because I'm buying it through the company I work for and am getting a 40% deduction off of them. Nonetheless they're still pretty pricey. If they were only less than $200 I'd be okay with it but over $200 and I'm a little perturbed.
Sigh.
Have a good weekend folks.
Me.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Get In My Belly!
Yesterday, at one of the classes I'm taking to add a few cents to my paycheck, we were asked what our favorite food or cuisine was. I sat there in agony trying to come up with some kind of answer that was funny, smart and truthful. I came up with pork fried rice. I lamely explained that I could eat it 24 hours a day and that it had everything I needed, like carbs, meat, vegetables, fat and I'm sure it's got some dairy-like substance in it.
Someone's lame answer was "anything I make". LAME. I know your food sucks. If you liked your food so much you'd be a fat pig instead of some fake red-headed dyed, anorexic witch! Okay, I really don't hate her. It was just a lame answer. Dude! Just one will do, ah come on.
Ugh, I am not in the mood to blog about anything and I'm raging against everything and everyone. I hate you all. You're all very lame and you all suck. Except you.
Okay, maybe you.
Lame ass.
Suck it!
Hormones.
How do you make a hormone?
Don't pay her.
Me.
Yesterday, at one of the classes I'm taking to add a few cents to my paycheck, we were asked what our favorite food or cuisine was. I sat there in agony trying to come up with some kind of answer that was funny, smart and truthful. I came up with pork fried rice. I lamely explained that I could eat it 24 hours a day and that it had everything I needed, like carbs, meat, vegetables, fat and I'm sure it's got some dairy-like substance in it.
Someone's lame answer was "anything I make". LAME. I know your food sucks. If you liked your food so much you'd be a fat pig instead of some fake red-headed dyed, anorexic witch! Okay, I really don't hate her. It was just a lame answer. Dude! Just one will do, ah come on.
Ugh, I am not in the mood to blog about anything and I'm raging against everything and everyone. I hate you all. You're all very lame and you all suck. Except you.
Okay, maybe you.
Lame ass.
Suck it!
Hormones.
How do you make a hormone?
Don't pay her.
Me.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Your Ad Could Be Here!
Hello reticent audience.
Today the topic of silent discussion is: co-workers.
First: I guess one should never threaten to eat co-workers, such as "You! I will have you for dinner!" or "I'll make mincemeat of you!"
Second: when you don't want co-workers snooping through your station kindly ask them to "Please stop looking in my drawers."
Third: when one co-worker is being made fun of behind his/her back, feel free to join in with your own witty, sarcastic, comments. "Oh, I know! Her feet smell too!"
Fourth: Be the most kindest and sweetest to the ones you hate the most: "Oh Carol, that spotted bow in your hair looks so well with our striped outfits! You are such a fashionista!"
Fifth: whenever possibe, always start a rumor about someone that can't be traced back to you but will be the blight of your intended target. "She told me that her husband works in a pornography store and has to handle the merchandise that are returned."
Sixth: Always remind yourself that this is not your ultimate career, this is just a job and soon you wont be dealing with the likes of them.
I'm so happy this is just for part-time and that I'll soon be moving on.
Me.
Hello reticent audience.
Today the topic of silent discussion is: co-workers.
First: I guess one should never threaten to eat co-workers, such as "You! I will have you for dinner!" or "I'll make mincemeat of you!"
Second: when you don't want co-workers snooping through your station kindly ask them to "Please stop looking in my drawers."
Third: when one co-worker is being made fun of behind his/her back, feel free to join in with your own witty, sarcastic, comments. "Oh, I know! Her feet smell too!"
Fourth: Be the most kindest and sweetest to the ones you hate the most: "Oh Carol, that spotted bow in your hair looks so well with our striped outfits! You are such a fashionista!"
Fifth: whenever possibe, always start a rumor about someone that can't be traced back to you but will be the blight of your intended target. "She told me that her husband works in a pornography store and has to handle the merchandise that are returned."
Sixth: Always remind yourself that this is not your ultimate career, this is just a job and soon you wont be dealing with the likes of them.
I'm so happy this is just for part-time and that I'll soon be moving on.
Me.
Friday, January 13, 2006
"I Think I Have Big Arm Disease"
I've always thought of myself more as a geek than a beauty and when posed with the question of which I'd rather be: beautiful and stupid or smart and ugly; as with a lot of questions it depends on the day, but I think 6 out of 10 times I'd rather be beautiful and stupid.
My "geekiness" fluxuates. I've been so awesome in my smartness that I've amazed myself at how much common sense/facts stored up/overall ability to put things together I've amassed throughout the years, I've actually snorted when I laughed and pushed my glasses up at the same time. Then there are days when John Kerry's name evades me. I know him but I foget his name. Duh.
My "beauty" fluxuates as well. I've been told by complete strangers that I'm actually beautiful and I've been told that I was not so by Leeny's ex's sister (whose name is my name too). This is how she put is, "Ate, you're not so beautiful, you've got more like 'the girl next door' look." Wha?? I know she didn't mean it as a compliment.
I've met beautiful/gorgeous women who are so damned smart I didn't understand half the stuff they're saying, and some of them are in my family, so compared to my family I'm neither smart nor beautiful.
Don't you ever feel like killing them?
Have a good weekend.
Me.
I've always thought of myself more as a geek than a beauty and when posed with the question of which I'd rather be: beautiful and stupid or smart and ugly; as with a lot of questions it depends on the day, but I think 6 out of 10 times I'd rather be beautiful and stupid.
My "geekiness" fluxuates. I've been so awesome in my smartness that I've amazed myself at how much common sense/facts stored up/overall ability to put things together I've amassed throughout the years, I've actually snorted when I laughed and pushed my glasses up at the same time. Then there are days when John Kerry's name evades me. I know him but I foget his name. Duh.
My "beauty" fluxuates as well. I've been told by complete strangers that I'm actually beautiful and I've been told that I was not so by Leeny's ex's sister (whose name is my name too). This is how she put is, "Ate, you're not so beautiful, you've got more like 'the girl next door' look." Wha?? I know she didn't mean it as a compliment.
I've met beautiful/gorgeous women who are so damned smart I didn't understand half the stuff they're saying, and some of them are in my family, so compared to my family I'm neither smart nor beautiful.
Don't you ever feel like killing them?
Have a good weekend.
Me.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
The Time Has Come
for a revolution. I call forth my sisters: To arms! To arms!
Yesterday Rich and I had the following conversation: *
HG(hellegood): Man, why do I have to come home and be expected to make supper.
R: 'Cause you're a woman and the day you become a more powerful army than men will be the day you don't have to come home from a long day's work and make me something good. And God help you if it's not good!!
So I stood there cowering while he stood over me watching as I cooked dinner.
And that's why today, as he sleeps, I write this. Rise Rise RISE!! Destroy all men! Leave the good looking ones as sex slaves and dinner-makers.
* That conversation never occurred. I just wanted to get either a rise out of you or a smile. Silly women...
Me.
for a revolution. I call forth my sisters: To arms! To arms!
Yesterday Rich and I had the following conversation: *
HG(hellegood): Man, why do I have to come home and be expected to make supper.
R: 'Cause you're a woman and the day you become a more powerful army than men will be the day you don't have to come home from a long day's work and make me something good. And God help you if it's not good!!
So I stood there cowering while he stood over me watching as I cooked dinner.
And that's why today, as he sleeps, I write this. Rise Rise RISE!! Destroy all men! Leave the good looking ones as sex slaves and dinner-makers.
* That conversation never occurred. I just wanted to get either a rise out of you or a smile. Silly women...
Me.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
My Two Cents
Beware, stamp prices will rise as of Sunday the 8th, from 37 cents to 39 cents. What's up with that? I'm trying to write any letters that need to be written now so that I don't have to waste my time going to the p.o. just to get correction stamps or whatnot.
I remember living in the Bronx and walking up 233rd street, making a left on White Plains Road, crossing over 232nd and going into the post office. The only time I've ever seen one comparable to what I considered eerie, majestic, cold, and impersonal was when I lived in Quincy, Ma. and had to run to that post office (but that was only a two time thing). There was something of a bygone era about it and always made me feel as if we were in a time warp, during the time we were in there.
The ceiling soared and everything was made out of marble and brass ornamentation. Every sound was a hushed echo and it was always dark and cool. Its sister must have been the library, both brought up by a sound forbidding mother. While mom bought stamps, paid for some delivery to somewhere, and stood in line, I would wander the cubes of p.o. boxes, twisting knobs and looking through little windows.
The most thrilling part of that post office was the two little hinged slots, parallel to one another and opening like two doors on their sides. That was where you slipped your mail into; outbound or local. I would grab mom's prestamped mail ($.22 at the time) and study them carefully, anything with "Bronx" on it would go in the lower slot and everything else was shot down the top slot. I'd keep the slot open and peer through it to see that they went down a slide and onto a big canvas bin.
Once out of the chill of the post office we would step into bright sun and I'd always be surprised that in front of me were busy cars, dirty streets and the elevated traintracks above me, spilling dirty liquids onto the ground below. Where were the buggies and men tipping their derby hats, and women in riding shirts and skirts with their hand clasped onto some gentleman's arm?
Well it's time to write all the letters that need to be written so as not to have to pay the extra two cents.
Have a great weekend y'all.
Me.
Beware, stamp prices will rise as of Sunday the 8th, from 37 cents to 39 cents. What's up with that? I'm trying to write any letters that need to be written now so that I don't have to waste my time going to the p.o. just to get correction stamps or whatnot.
I remember living in the Bronx and walking up 233rd street, making a left on White Plains Road, crossing over 232nd and going into the post office. The only time I've ever seen one comparable to what I considered eerie, majestic, cold, and impersonal was when I lived in Quincy, Ma. and had to run to that post office (but that was only a two time thing). There was something of a bygone era about it and always made me feel as if we were in a time warp, during the time we were in there.
The ceiling soared and everything was made out of marble and brass ornamentation. Every sound was a hushed echo and it was always dark and cool. Its sister must have been the library, both brought up by a sound forbidding mother. While mom bought stamps, paid for some delivery to somewhere, and stood in line, I would wander the cubes of p.o. boxes, twisting knobs and looking through little windows.
The most thrilling part of that post office was the two little hinged slots, parallel to one another and opening like two doors on their sides. That was where you slipped your mail into; outbound or local. I would grab mom's prestamped mail ($.22 at the time) and study them carefully, anything with "Bronx" on it would go in the lower slot and everything else was shot down the top slot. I'd keep the slot open and peer through it to see that they went down a slide and onto a big canvas bin.
Once out of the chill of the post office we would step into bright sun and I'd always be surprised that in front of me were busy cars, dirty streets and the elevated traintracks above me, spilling dirty liquids onto the ground below. Where were the buggies and men tipping their derby hats, and women in riding shirts and skirts with their hand clasped onto some gentleman's arm?
Well it's time to write all the letters that need to be written so as not to have to pay the extra two cents.
Have a great weekend y'all.
Me.
Friday, January 06, 2006
All Play And No Work...
Might make me a less stressed person. The past few days spent with the brother and friend were actually like a vacation. The weather was unbelievable and we had good food and fun times. But I must "to work" today.
Rich was crunching numbers to see how little work we could do to get by on our own. It's still a bit of work, on both our ends. haha. Quite literally, we'll have to work our bums off.
It's a bit strained in the house due to noise and sleeping patterns. I'm looking forward to having an apartment and no one waking us up at 6 in the morning with coffee makers, vacuums, barking dogs and telephones ringing. Although, perhaps in an apartment we'll get the same thing. haha. Oh god forbid.
Okay, gotta go off to someplace. I'll write something more palatable sometime soon.
Me.
Might make me a less stressed person. The past few days spent with the brother and friend were actually like a vacation. The weather was unbelievable and we had good food and fun times. But I must "to work" today.
Rich was crunching numbers to see how little work we could do to get by on our own. It's still a bit of work, on both our ends. haha. Quite literally, we'll have to work our bums off.
It's a bit strained in the house due to noise and sleeping patterns. I'm looking forward to having an apartment and no one waking us up at 6 in the morning with coffee makers, vacuums, barking dogs and telephones ringing. Although, perhaps in an apartment we'll get the same thing. haha. Oh god forbid.
Okay, gotta go off to someplace. I'll write something more palatable sometime soon.
Me.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Catcalls
If I don't blog for several days it's because my brother's in town and I will be the slave once more and do all I can to entertain him. haha. Then off to work after that.
Our cat woke us up last night crying and crying and I still can't figure out what was the matter. She had plenty of food in her dry food bowl this morning and I'm pretty sure she didn't have a nightmare because I think she was up and about and not on her sleeping perch and I had just changed her litterbox, so I don't think she had an issue with that. She hardly makes a sound let alone a cry and it went on for a while. We tried calling her over to jump on the bed but she went on making a high-pitched, desperate sounding howl.
She seemed fine this morning, except of course the exterminator's doorbell ring was an unforeseen challenge.
I worry about her and I wonder what I can do to make her later adult years not so stressful. I know it'll be harder for her to accept change, just like any senior, and I know movement will become harder on her. We try to keep her weight at a healthy place and she's still active (on the cold days).
I don't know if she gets enough attention, because some days when I come home from work she's at the door ready to see me and I feel guilty for not having enough time with her. She and I have a special bond. I love her to pieces and she is my dark grey familiar (cat familiars are said to be black), her role is to be my healer and guardian.
We have several years left with her and hopefully we'll treat her well and she'll grow old gracefully.
Me.
If I don't blog for several days it's because my brother's in town and I will be the slave once more and do all I can to entertain him. haha. Then off to work after that.
Our cat woke us up last night crying and crying and I still can't figure out what was the matter. She had plenty of food in her dry food bowl this morning and I'm pretty sure she didn't have a nightmare because I think she was up and about and not on her sleeping perch and I had just changed her litterbox, so I don't think she had an issue with that. She hardly makes a sound let alone a cry and it went on for a while. We tried calling her over to jump on the bed but she went on making a high-pitched, desperate sounding howl.
She seemed fine this morning, except of course the exterminator's doorbell ring was an unforeseen challenge.
I worry about her and I wonder what I can do to make her later adult years not so stressful. I know it'll be harder for her to accept change, just like any senior, and I know movement will become harder on her. We try to keep her weight at a healthy place and she's still active (on the cold days).
I don't know if she gets enough attention, because some days when I come home from work she's at the door ready to see me and I feel guilty for not having enough time with her. She and I have a special bond. I love her to pieces and she is my dark grey familiar (cat familiars are said to be black), her role is to be my healer and guardian.
We have several years left with her and hopefully we'll treat her well and she'll grow old gracefully.
Me.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
"I do not know what still awaits,
Or what the morrow brings;
But with the glad salute of faith,
I hail its open wings!..."
Happy new year everyone!
I spent mine at work, for alas, I worked until midnight. However, at five minutes to midnight we all gathered ourselves with cups of sparkling cider and stepped out onto our balcony area and watched the fireworks, counted down to the new year and watched and heard even more fireworks. It was wonderful and the first time I had ever had to work for new year's eve.
I know I'm an optimist but it looks like this year will be so much better than the last. I'm glad last year was over, it was too much for me. Last year brought drama, confusion, busyness without organization. Stirred it too much. It looks as if this year will be quieter and more prosperous, and more stable. My old bones can't handle it. haha.
Welcome 2006!
Me.
Or what the morrow brings;
But with the glad salute of faith,
I hail its open wings!..."
Happy new year everyone!
I spent mine at work, for alas, I worked until midnight. However, at five minutes to midnight we all gathered ourselves with cups of sparkling cider and stepped out onto our balcony area and watched the fireworks, counted down to the new year and watched and heard even more fireworks. It was wonderful and the first time I had ever had to work for new year's eve.
I know I'm an optimist but it looks like this year will be so much better than the last. I'm glad last year was over, it was too much for me. Last year brought drama, confusion, busyness without organization. Stirred it too much. It looks as if this year will be quieter and more prosperous, and more stable. My old bones can't handle it. haha.
Welcome 2006!
Me.
