Helle-not-so-good
About three weeks ago I fell into some sort of hellish time hole, swam around in a lake of fire, tread through a few groaning, moaning corpse-like beings, made my way through this grinder, came away with a few bones still intact, then had my tongue cut out, which caused my hands to stop typing. I kept moving on and finally found a spoon, a teaspoon to be exact, and scraped my way upward toward the surface, all that time holding in my breath and bodily fluids.
Took about three weeks, I think that might be a world record, I met a few people in there that had been there for 60+ years.
In other news, my diminutive (and by diminutive I mean in stature as well as wholesomeness) sister-in-law might just buy the house next door. I celebrated that news by dunking my cat into the retention pond outside and not letting go until she stopped clawing at me. She's sleeping right now.
Last bit of happiness, I've been suffering from nosebleeds for a few days now and I think it's caused by the tumor, just behind my nasal cavity, whose pressure increases when I tilt my head downward enough to cause my nose to bleed. I cannot wear shoes that need tying and have found that I have gone to work with mismatched socks and can only see the rest of me using my visual periphery or looking in the mirror, which I have given up for lent (looking in the mirror that is).
What was that?
Easter passed?
Oh.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Suck It Up!
I just finished watching "Made" on MTV and what really bothers me is when the madee doesn't seem to have the drive for what they're being made into. Ughh. I've seen it time and again, they're late, they have attitude, they dissolve in tears over the smallest things, like not agreeing with the outfit they have to wear. I want to be made into a surfer or some strong woman kinda thing, not the stupid scary ones where they're huge and have to lift a keg over their heads for no good reason. More like "Miss Fit Body 2006" or something like that, haha I have more of a misfit body than the other description. It's always lame high schoolers too.
I apologize to all the lame high schoolers out there. heh
Another thing I don't like about Made is that they always want to make the girls into hideous slut girly girls and throw away all of their previous identity and the girls conform to it. Gah. I want to be made into an assassin, or a member of the elite Navy Seals or the Marines or a Green Beret, or like a jiu jitsu/grappling killer, or just be bitten by some radioactive bug or cat and be a super villainess...I mean heroine. hehe. I want to kick ass and look good doing it.
Gotta go mo-foes
Me.
I just finished watching "Made" on MTV and what really bothers me is when the madee doesn't seem to have the drive for what they're being made into. Ughh. I've seen it time and again, they're late, they have attitude, they dissolve in tears over the smallest things, like not agreeing with the outfit they have to wear. I want to be made into a surfer or some strong woman kinda thing, not the stupid scary ones where they're huge and have to lift a keg over their heads for no good reason. More like "Miss Fit Body 2006" or something like that, haha I have more of a misfit body than the other description. It's always lame high schoolers too.
I apologize to all the lame high schoolers out there. heh
Another thing I don't like about Made is that they always want to make the girls into hideous slut girly girls and throw away all of their previous identity and the girls conform to it. Gah. I want to be made into an assassin, or a member of the elite Navy Seals or the Marines or a Green Beret, or like a jiu jitsu/grappling killer, or just be bitten by some radioactive bug or cat and be a super villainess...I mean heroine. hehe. I want to kick ass and look good doing it.
Gotta go mo-foes
Me.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
12 Months
A year ago we arrived at this house, in Florida, sometime in the middle of the afternoon. It was hot and we were supposed to come home to a barbecue and my specially requested fried chicken. Turns out barbecues are white people term for burgers and hot dogs, and fried chicken is a cold pack from the deli at the local Publix.
Later the brother-in-law and uncle-in-law arrived from driving the moving truck and so uncle-in-law's wife came by and being a downer her first words were "did you hear? the pope's dead." Oh, nice to see you too.
Then there was the getting used to of which house we live at, which if the white jeep isn't park in the front sometimes I still get a little confused. Then there was the exploring of the mall and surrounding areas, eating at California Pizza Kitchen and Cheesecake Factory and pretending we were on a nice little vacation.
Yeah, year went by real quick, so much stuff happened, still happening, definitely not a boring year. Only literally 3 months left til my wedding but it's really 2 because once I reach June I wont have 28 days, I'll only have panic.
Enjoy the new week!
Me.
A year ago we arrived at this house, in Florida, sometime in the middle of the afternoon. It was hot and we were supposed to come home to a barbecue and my specially requested fried chicken. Turns out barbecues are white people term for burgers and hot dogs, and fried chicken is a cold pack from the deli at the local Publix.
Later the brother-in-law and uncle-in-law arrived from driving the moving truck and so uncle-in-law's wife came by and being a downer her first words were "did you hear? the pope's dead." Oh, nice to see you too.
Then there was the getting used to of which house we live at, which if the white jeep isn't park in the front sometimes I still get a little confused. Then there was the exploring of the mall and surrounding areas, eating at California Pizza Kitchen and Cheesecake Factory and pretending we were on a nice little vacation.
Yeah, year went by real quick, so much stuff happened, still happening, definitely not a boring year. Only literally 3 months left til my wedding but it's really 2 because once I reach June I wont have 28 days, I'll only have panic.
Enjoy the new week!
Me.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
'Where the humuhumunukunukuapuaa go swimming by'
About a week ago I learned a few basic steps of the hula. I totally fell in love with it. It was graceful and difficult and lovely. Made me sweat up a storm and yet I enjoyed it very much, didn't notice that I was sweating until it dropped into my eye and stung me. Oh wait, women don't sweat, we perspire.
Being Filipino, it was easy to fit in with the real Polynesians. I was asked where I was from and was told that I should study the dance and perform for money because I looked like them, had the body for it and had a pretty face. Their quote, not mine, though I'm not too modest to post it. heehee
So I'm in the process of tracking down a few coconuts, long leaves of grass and a few orchids for my lei. Away I go to Hawaii! Oh, you poor things that aren't as brown and chubby as I.
Aloha,
Me.
About a week ago I learned a few basic steps of the hula. I totally fell in love with it. It was graceful and difficult and lovely. Made me sweat up a storm and yet I enjoyed it very much, didn't notice that I was sweating until it dropped into my eye and stung me. Oh wait, women don't sweat, we perspire.
Being Filipino, it was easy to fit in with the real Polynesians. I was asked where I was from and was told that I should study the dance and perform for money because I looked like them, had the body for it and had a pretty face. Their quote, not mine, though I'm not too modest to post it. heehee
So I'm in the process of tracking down a few coconuts, long leaves of grass and a few orchids for my lei. Away I go to Hawaii! Oh, you poor things that aren't as brown and chubby as I.
Aloha,
Me.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
File Under Q
I have so many things to do and have done in the past few days. Forgive the lack of interest in blogging, which is the truth, because most of the things I've done was write on so many different topics that when it came to blogging I just lost any interest.
I have a few stories a-brewing in my head, but there are a few things that I needed to write out that weren't exactly stories. One having to do with the wedding, one having to do something with work, and a few that were for 'marriage' sake. Gah, I'm exhausted, luckily this time of the month makes me perky and excited to do things, unlike the end where I just slump around not wanting to do anything at all.
Okay, okay, hopefully I can mail out all of y'alls invites today and get that out there. Sorry for this post, not spectacular or even very interesting, but had to let you know the stats. It is a blog after all.
I have so many things to do and have done in the past few days. Forgive the lack of interest in blogging, which is the truth, because most of the things I've done was write on so many different topics that when it came to blogging I just lost any interest.
I have a few stories a-brewing in my head, but there are a few things that I needed to write out that weren't exactly stories. One having to do with the wedding, one having to do something with work, and a few that were for 'marriage' sake. Gah, I'm exhausted, luckily this time of the month makes me perky and excited to do things, unlike the end where I just slump around not wanting to do anything at all.
Okay, okay, hopefully I can mail out all of y'alls invites today and get that out there. Sorry for this post, not spectacular or even very interesting, but had to let you know the stats. It is a blog after all.
Monday, March 20, 2006
"From the withered tree, a flower blooms"
Happy Spring! When I was younger, and living in the northeast, every fiber of my being would ache for spring. I love winter and fall is my favorite season, but spring goes by so quickly that when I blinked it was over and all I'd get was a passing glimpse of the tulips and crocuses.
Where we lived in Massachusetts, I'd drive around the town and there would be these beautiful glorious hills of blue crocuses and that's when I knew it was spring and immediately following would be the daffodils and jonquils.
I remember walking up from the bus stop, after a long day of school, and still wearing a light jacket, and catching a whiff of the magnolias, cherry blossoms and dogwood blooms and just feeling a lightness in my heart after the long winter.
I think I'm going through some sort of withdrawal for the seasons. Driving down the road and seeing the cows and horses at pasture, and seeing everyones' flowers popping out really makes the air shimmer and sparkle with the idea of new life.
Happy day all.
Me.
Happy Spring! When I was younger, and living in the northeast, every fiber of my being would ache for spring. I love winter and fall is my favorite season, but spring goes by so quickly that when I blinked it was over and all I'd get was a passing glimpse of the tulips and crocuses.
Where we lived in Massachusetts, I'd drive around the town and there would be these beautiful glorious hills of blue crocuses and that's when I knew it was spring and immediately following would be the daffodils and jonquils.
I remember walking up from the bus stop, after a long day of school, and still wearing a light jacket, and catching a whiff of the magnolias, cherry blossoms and dogwood blooms and just feeling a lightness in my heart after the long winter.
I think I'm going through some sort of withdrawal for the seasons. Driving down the road and seeing the cows and horses at pasture, and seeing everyones' flowers popping out really makes the air shimmer and sparkle with the idea of new life.
Happy day all.
Me.
