Ooh. It's Monday and I'm tired. It's cold, cold, cold. I can hardly wake up in the mornings for it's so dark and cold. Just want to snuggle under cooling sheets and keep the warmth from escaping my body. Most mornings it seems the cold room grabs it from my toes then my ankles and legs, until I have to struggle out of bed and rub my arms, keeping them against my chest. Then I have to trudge around feeding the cats, usually the older one is crying his head off. Then I have to take dishes out of the dishwasher, and do other steps that my groggy mind can handle. I'm tired but I need to get back into shape. I must go for now.

Me

Oh my god!!! I went to bed totally in shock thinking that the Red Sox would actually win this ACLS and so to bed I went at the top of the 8th with the Sox at 5 and NYY at 2 and I was resigned that with only less than an hour to go they would win. I warned Rich that there may be rioting and to sleepyland I went. Now imagine this, I actually had a dream that Mike told me, after I asked him, did the Yankees win? and he said, the Sox never had a chance, it's the curse. And I didn't hear anything coming from the street an hour later when I woke up for a bit. hahaha And this morning I leapt out of bed and no channel was talking about it! Then I flipped to the New Hampshire channel but nada, because they were talking about the stockmarket. So to NECN and bam! That's when I found out that it took til the 11th inning for something to come about, but that at the time when I left there was a turn in events. Yankees win. YANKEES.
Then I told myself, geez, how the Bambino loves to watch them actually get so high up, so close, til the last game with one more inning left to have them win, and he mocks them, drops 'em like a hot potato. Damn, that's good. And we thank him for that. Woohoo. Now my fevah has dissipated and I wont mind if they win the World Series or not. Til tomorrow!

Me

We're planning to go and view School of Rock because we are big fans of Jack Black. We even dug him in the movie Airborne. Hey I have "tribute" and I'm obsessed over his skat singing and try to sing along but only come to realize that I'm ruining a good song by singing along with it. Okay that's it for now. See you all soon.

Me

Hey just checked to see who or what kind of animal was checking out my site and found that someone came across my site by typing in "woman are bitches". I was quite humiliated when I saw the obvious misspelling on that! Mea culpa (my bad). That was one of my chemistry/physics teachers favorite phrases, (ixnay the 'my bad'). But time to write write write. Gotta go. Kisses.
Me

Quiet on the front. Saw Kill Bill today and thought it was decent. It's a little outlandish but that's Tarantino. I appreciate kick ass chicks but I was troubled how she seemed not so kick ass, almost ungraceful, but you have to take in the fact that she's not up to speed. (I don't want to ruin it for those who haven't seen it).

I told Rich that he could be the president o' the US and I would love to be the first lady, more of the charitable, trophy lady. Now don't get all huffy you feminist. Everyone is a feminist if you ask them the right question...But I certainly wouldn't be making speeches. I'll be a strong woman no matter what! However, as usual, Rich and I are competing for the same job. He wants to be the trophy lady too. Go figure.

List of Kick Ass Chicks (please add more in comments if you think of any more)
(I think of Martial arts when I think of Kick ass but feel free)
Michelle Yeoh as Yu Shu Lien in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon
Ziyi Zhang as Xiou Long in same
Oh Lara Croft Tomb Raider
Um.. Trinity - The Matrix
Samara Morgan- Scary chick who kicks ass!
Add more!

Well um, running on empty. Did not sleep for long and I was up early and I'm just pooped. I've caught some kind of baseball bug, it's hard not to when I am from New York, grew up and raised in the Bronx and never ever knew that outside my world there would be people who actually hate the Yankees. I was never a baseball fan but it's almost as if I have to defend them because they're my peeps and after moving to Boston for escuela I have actually been harassed for wearing a Yankees jacket and having NY plates. From then on it's been quills for this chica. After that incident I treasure every loss that the Red Sux endure from the Yankees. haha I can't sit and watch it though. Baseball is a boring sport. I just like to know when we kick ass. YANKEES. woo. haha Please excuse me it'll be done in a week.
Me

hey just to let you know leen's new site is bebymsz. I think she's trying to keep it secret but really it's not hard to figure it out. That's leen for you. okee that's all for now.
Me

Rich brought us two separate tongue scrapers (i have to make it clear that they're separate because it would be gross otherwise). I have always been an avid tongue scraper, using toothbrushes and spoons, (yes I know a lot of you are going "ew") but now I have a dedicated tongue scraper. I don't really need it since I have amazing breath, even when I wake up, but I like to do it anyway because it's less bacteria in my mouth and less chance of getting ill. I suspect Rocco from The Restaurant makes great food. Why? Because he is a finger sampler, meaning he's transferring his saliva onto the food creating delicious entrees, appetizers, etc. I have this belief that it takes good saliva to make good food. People (namely Rich) suspect that I spit in the food and hence making something so delicious it is beyond compare. And from this theory I can only conclude that Rocco makes good food. Please see Tuesday 10/8/03 episode on Bravo, when he finally gets into the kitchem instead of schmoozing with the customers.
By the way, I forgot to mention that I saw the movie Holes on dvd and I recommend you all to see it. The book was good and so was the movie.
OKEE see y'all soon
Me

Ooops, you're right mick, it is "rubber shoes"! hahaha. der. Well I have two sided news. The smell is no longer below my window because the neighborhood coyote has dug it up and was eating it, though it's been decaying for quite a while now. However, a car came upon him and he fled leaving the nasty bit o' goods upon our lawn, but finally now it's visible! So Chris came around and picked it up and got rid of it. We don't know where and how he has gotten rid of it but there seems to be a smell coming from the trash barrels that made Rich and me gag and point fingers at one another. After checking our shoes (and found nothing) we first blamed the orange cat but then we decided that the carcass was thrown by the trash barrels. But the other side of this coin is that, though there is no longer a horrible smell, it's too cold here in NE to open my window and my cat and I are both disappointed.

I am working on a short story that is about death. I wont post it because I want to try to publish it in the Watermark. By the way, in my search for the Watermark and submissions I found someone who will be a fiction juror who posted this fact on his blogspot! haha. Should I post his site? (I think it's a guy). Here it is: imshane.blogspot.com Maybe I'll make it good with him. haha.

Oh going back to the first subject...I took pictures of the poor little animal creating such a horrendous smell and it's not a bunny. It seems it may be a 'possum. I compared tails with real/dead possum babies (that I mentioned earlier this summer) and they match. You couldn't go with anything else because it was too mangled and decayed but the tail stayed true. So maybe I will post it. But moot. Okeledokelee.

See y'all soon.

Me

Here's something I'm working on. This isn't the last draft, I'm still working on it:

Kamay-kamay is what my mom would call it as we ate rice. She would say it in mocking tones as my brother and I would struggle to ball rice between our fingers as deftly as she could. She looked at us with pity and amusement and a bit of repulsion as we ate left-handed, dropping more than just grains onto the plastic table cloth, and struggled with the other bits that refused to unstick from our fingers, which also had its share of unwarranted bites. But the blandness of the rice and the biting saltiness of bulad went so well together that our struggles were rewarded in the end. Although we never became dexterous in this art, we managed a decent semblance after some more practice but we opted, after a while, for the fork and spoon.
My parents’ climb hand over hand, struggling with American culture, into a right fit took a long time to master and they had a tendency to fall back into their original nook. With some things it was easier to slip back than keep grasp of what was there, mostly just missing the smoothness of the American speech, settling for harsher tones, settling for what they were familiar with. To say “tennis shoes” instead of sneakers or "pi-cha" instead of pizza, oh how we cringed when this was said in front of friends. We would mock them behind their backs or to their faces. In exasperated tones, “Mom! Say hand. Haand, not hun!” and we’d hear her repeat over and over “hane-duh” until she forgot and speak in rapid English, as if to get it over with quickly, “wush your huns na, pi-cha’s here.”

Yar, just posted some old stories on mulberrystreet. There's one quick one about living in the apartment. A quick event, nothing too great but I think it's fun. I have to write essays so I will keep this short. See you all soon.

Me

Ugh, can we quit using the word "normalcy"? I think after 9/11 was the first time I heard it used and it hasn't stopped since then. When will we finally return to normalcy and not use the word normalcy? Huh? We should replace it with the word "minute" not the "watch" related word but rather the "micro" related word. Today we finally declared that we are back to minute. See? screws you up when you read it. That's why I chose this word. I always thing normalcy should be normalacy. Nor-mal-uh-si. I gotta go.

Me