Blend Until Smooth

I love that I went to foodnetwork.com, typed in smoothies and got 11 recipes, the 11th being mashed potatoes.

In other news, I might just go on a picnic tomorrow.

Me.

'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.

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.

"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.

Dear Readers,

I should really just blog this at the new site because it's mostly wedding stuff but alas, I am vain and need an audience of more than just two, so...maybe I'll double post to the other one... haha.

Get ready, in the next two weeks y'all should be receiving an invitation from me. Proper etiquette dictates that the invites be mailed 1-2 months before the wedding, however, we need to meet a deadline the month before the wedding, therefore, it will be more like 2-3 months. Please, please encourage your families to enter your name and number of persons coming and then mail it out! It will come pre-stamped. Geez. I know Filipinos have the tendency to be procrastinators so please don't make me call your house, I know where you live. Also, enclosed will be some information (written by yours truly) so don't discard it, but rather, savor it like a fine wine.

Also, one last update, the wedding website should be undergoing a change sometime very soon, I hope, and will no longer be blue!!! but rather a nice pastoral green and it will not claim that Bloomingdale's is where we are registered but rather at Target. I know, it seems like a step down but really Target provided all the things I wanted and needed (mostly wanted) (note the "I wanted" because the groom wasn't really taken into consideration, except for a few items). Whoa, I better get to adding on. I just went on and realized that I looked at a whole bunch of stuff, I just didn't add them on, so I only have like 5 items there. heehee. Now if only they'd allow me to add books to my registry...

I am excited to the point of nauseousness.

Yours truly,
Me

I miss school so much.

I just received an email from my old alma mater's English dept. asking anyone interested, to submit a paper on: DECONSTRUCTING DISTINCTIONS:
EXPLORING THE INTERDISCIPLINARY NATURE OF LITERATURE AND COMPOSITION STUDIES. Yes, it was written in bold and capitals. It was for the 3rd annual English department grad. student conference.

It's strange the differences I've landed myself in. I used to be around the intellectual/collegiate types and now I'm working a blue-collar, minimum wage sort of fare.

I've also noticed that I'm attracted to things that semi-crazy people, who work for my company, are attracted to as well, but I can't seem to find the link. I was in this Christmas choir and the people who were in that were insane. I once took Rich to one of our rehearsals and he left shaken and scared. Luckily I was one of them or else he would have been torn to pieces. They laughed uproariously at things that weren't even that funny. The madness vibrating through the air was perceptible. And I'm trying out for a new role with the company and that's full of crazy, crazy people as well. Am I crazy? Am I the type of person who would try 8 times to get into something I know I failed at 7 times before? I'm not enthusiastic about the company I work for but I love the jobs that are almost outside of it. That has nothing to do with the work and more to do with fun. Maybe that's the link.

To go back to college, I have to intervene with myself, my college was a blue collar sort of fare. That was what made it good.

I think it's strange that many of the people I work with have college degrees and are on the ball but they stay in the same job, making what they make, for years (10+), never growing, never achieving more. We all get the same benefits and they aren't so grand. Is it because they've settled? Are they afraid? Will I become like that? It just seems so stagnant and a little scary.

But by missing school and wanting to go back to the life where I was stimulated and forced to write often, am I also showing signs of fear and settling? That I don't want to graduate but just keep getting degrees and writing 10 page papers...

Have a good weekend.
Me.

Summertime Blues, Heaven and Hell

On my days off and I have nothing better to do than just sit around and have a late breakfast and watch television, I end up longing for a good show to watch, like I Love Lucy, Bewitched, Gilligan's Island, The Golden Girls, Murder She Wrote, Columbo, or even Matlock. Then I get a weird sensation of deja vu. I've done this before. With this deja vu there also came the sensations of intense boredom and relaxation.

Yah, every summer of my life from the time I started going to school. It creeped me out the other day while sitting there with a bowl of food, selecting a channel, trying to find one of those shows and finally stopping on the Cosby Show, the one where Mrs. Cosby had to lose ten pounds for her upcoming reunion. I know all the shows, what happens, and even the lines. It's like some sort of Nick at Night hell where I am forced to watch shows over and over and over. I could be gluttonous and lazy and proud that that's all I had to do today, it was the summertime.

I think there's a run of the Golden Girls, followed by the Nanny. Gotta walk.

Me.

Written in textedit, apple's version of notebook

tried to blog this morning but blogger was down so i was unable to do so.

yesterday an idea hit me, for a new novel (or short story, since I seem unable to finish anything long). Well, actually it was a thought that grew into a bigger thought and bam! i had my main character. Now I also have a girl/woman in the works too (my main character being a boy/man) and I know she's to be the love interest, but what I can't figure out is, will she also be the foil, meaning not only will she be his contrast but also the one that keeps him from attaining his end, i.e. villain to my hero. But of course, not in a deliberate way, more of accidental incidents, on both parts really. Gah, it seems too complex and yet I can see it playing out in my mind.

It's a lovely, sweet story about villains and heroes. chances and outcomes.
Well there it is, it will never come into fruition.

Now if only I could get mr. glass and bruce willis out of my head.
Me.

Luncheon Meats

My favorite lunch meat would have to be roast beef. Probably because it doesn't taste as processed as every other one out there. To be specific I like Boar's Head roast beef. If they don't have it, I don't want it.

My first encounter with l-meats was somewhere in grade school when my mom thought that we should try some "White food" for lunch, because we were getting mercilessly made fun of for our chicken adobo... I really don't recall that, but all I know is mom decided we should give ham and cheese, bologna and cheese, salami and cheese and turkey sandwiches a try. My mom had never bought deli meats before and so she turned to television for inspiration. Damn you catchy Oscar Meyer jingles!

That began our descent into the underworld of "white people food". Dems must be devils, to eat dat nasty stuff. And paired with our sumptious deli selections? Of course, what other than Kraft American Singles that were individually packaged. Mmm. That's because of all those cute kid commercials, where they're talking about the cow jumping over the moon because it was made out of cheesey goodness.

I think that was why, for a very, very, long time I thought cheese was disgusting and wouldn't eat it. (I liked that weird, non-yellow cheese on pizza though.)

I think we finally broke down and asked her to just make us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which was my lunch time staple for about 8 years.

So I never strayed too close to the deli counter until my wedding day. But you all know that story.

Happy anniversary!
Me.