Due to circumstances being just right I will be earning a cool extra grand this month. So while I should be thinking about ways to save, suddenly the little nicities like a Coach purse, cute shoes and dinner out on a regular basis keep crossing my mind. What I decided to splurge on however was a device to make my life a little less kinky. That's right friends, I have invested in a high-quality hair straightener. $130 later, it takes hardly any time to do, and it worked so well, I thought that perhaps I had permanently damaged my hair and it would never be curly again. (And I have to say, I was kind of sad...so I guess somewhere deep down, in places that I don't talk about at parties, I am secretly embracing my kinky side...). A little water and it was back in fine form--no worries. So look for new and improved Chica with long, brushable hair the next time you see me.
I have also been trying to get to the gym more often. Started last night be attending the only aerobics class I was on time for--the last one. Of course, it was only 30 minutes and was called 24 Hour Tease. It was a class that used stripper moves to work out to. Great music, and I really liked it. I did realize that my hips are really good at rolling in one direction. The other--doesn't work so well. The instructor kept telling us to be sexy as we were spanking ourselves and using our workout towels like gloves to entice oru audience. After all this practice, I am excited for the next private dance I do. In the meantime however, I'll just have to be content with being a 24-Hour Tease. :)
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Engaging News
So in the last week, two of my friends have gotten engaged. This lowers the single female friends in my age range to two. One in Sac, one in HI. This makes for interesting/boring evenings on the weekends. Somehow my weeknights are often full with peeps, but the weekends have become kinda quiet. This is not thrilling, let me tell you. It is well-known that I like a good cocktail on occastion, but somehow it's not socially acceptable to go get one solo. People start to think either you've got a drinking problem, or you're looking for some action. Both could be equally true I suppose. :)
So I guess the time has come for me to look for something "serious". *sigh* That Match thing...last guy I went out with...we met at the LG Jazz in the Plazz, and after explaining to a friend all was cool, but to just not ask how we met, 30 seconds after we sat down, she said, "So Chica, where did you two meet?" I was quick witted and said, "Oh, we met over at the bench at 7". Bitch. (She said it was similar to pushing people in the water, but I think it is closer to just being a jerk. Payback is a bitch, and I can be too.)
Anyway, this guy said he was 6', but upon meeting, he was probably 5'9" and I was wearhing a sandally heel, so I was pushing 6'. While we were talking, I mentioned I was in a quandry about work, and he looked bewildered by what I meant. This happened a couple other times over the course of the night. Hmm. Then at dinner (which he bought--nice) I order something with shittake mushrooms. He said, "Sh-I-I-take? What is that?" He'd never heard of them. And in conversation, he said he'd only left the country 2 times, and the last time was the weekend before when he went to TJ. So when he asked about my summer, I felt like I was bragging about my trip, andit didn't get better when he asked if I'd been before, and I felt like I was confessing when I said it was actually my 5th trip. (Which is pretty cool come to think of it.)
Anywho, the search continues. I wish it didn't feel like work. Well, I guess since work doesn't seem like work, something has to. *sigh*
So I guess the time has come for me to look for something "serious". *sigh* That Match thing...last guy I went out with...we met at the LG Jazz in the Plazz, and after explaining to a friend all was cool, but to just not ask how we met, 30 seconds after we sat down, she said, "So Chica, where did you two meet?" I was quick witted and said, "Oh, we met over at the bench at 7". Bitch. (She said it was similar to pushing people in the water, but I think it is closer to just being a jerk. Payback is a bitch, and I can be too.)
Anyway, this guy said he was 6', but upon meeting, he was probably 5'9" and I was wearhing a sandally heel, so I was pushing 6'. While we were talking, I mentioned I was in a quandry about work, and he looked bewildered by what I meant. This happened a couple other times over the course of the night. Hmm. Then at dinner (which he bought--nice) I order something with shittake mushrooms. He said, "Sh-I-I-take? What is that?" He'd never heard of them. And in conversation, he said he'd only left the country 2 times, and the last time was the weekend before when he went to TJ. So when he asked about my summer, I felt like I was bragging about my trip, andit didn't get better when he asked if I'd been before, and I felt like I was confessing when I said it was actually my 5th trip. (Which is pretty cool come to think of it.)
Anywho, the search continues. I wish it didn't feel like work. Well, I guess since work doesn't seem like work, something has to. *sigh*
Friday, September 22, 2006
Oh Shit! Oceans!
So this is the start of my third year in kindergarten. I really feel like I've got the grade dialed pretty nicely, and things are flowing well. I know where they need to be by the end of the year, and how to utilize parents and volunteers so they do as much of my job as I can give them. Which is nice...
No, I don't do a newsletter a week, but I talk to parents and the kids each morning and afternoon about what they will do each day, so the parents always know and can practice at home. (doing a little bit of my job--see!) We have these little sayings for each letter and number..."over the rainbow, down the slide, two, two, two..." And "One is fun" (but two is better)--SS, the other teacher likes to add that last part.
Year started kinda crazy. Last year--90 kindergarteners. This year, 140. So we've added new people, including a former second grade teacher that I have become a mentor for. She watches me sing, dance, and teach in the afternoon then does a repeat performance for her class the next day. I have the usual group of students who don't speak the English, but overall, I'm sure they'll end up fine. This one kid runs around like a tank, He is very short, but kinda built like a sack of rice--one of those big bags from the Asian aisle in the supermarket. I tried to lift him on to the monkey bars, and let's say, it was a struggle.
Then today, we were working on the number three, and I held up a paper, and I hear this kid say, "Oh shit." "What?" I quickly asked. And he repeated himself, pointing to the paper. So I looked at it and realized there were OCEAN animals on it. Oh. That's different. Nevermind.
No, I don't do a newsletter a week, but I talk to parents and the kids each morning and afternoon about what they will do each day, so the parents always know and can practice at home. (doing a little bit of my job--see!) We have these little sayings for each letter and number..."over the rainbow, down the slide, two, two, two..." And "One is fun" (but two is better)--SS, the other teacher likes to add that last part.
Year started kinda crazy. Last year--90 kindergarteners. This year, 140. So we've added new people, including a former second grade teacher that I have become a mentor for. She watches me sing, dance, and teach in the afternoon then does a repeat performance for her class the next day. I have the usual group of students who don't speak the English, but overall, I'm sure they'll end up fine. This one kid runs around like a tank, He is very short, but kinda built like a sack of rice--one of those big bags from the Asian aisle in the supermarket. I tried to lift him on to the monkey bars, and let's say, it was a struggle.
Then today, we were working on the number three, and I held up a paper, and I hear this kid say, "Oh shit." "What?" I quickly asked. And he repeated himself, pointing to the paper. So I looked at it and realized there were OCEAN animals on it. Oh. That's different. Nevermind.
World Traveler, Part Dieu
So when I last left off…I was in Europa, living the dream. Times was good, the weather cooled down, the rain arrived and my hair (and I) continued to love it. Here is a quick list of fun times. I’ll fill you in on more specifics when I show pics in the near future:
Became an honorary Trinidad and Tobegan. D & I thought it would be fun to launch the Fete de Geneve off by being in a parade. That day involved painting a British guy in chocolate, getting dressed (in a house with no mirrors) in costumes owned by a girl who is 5’2”, marching in baby steps for 3 miles over a period of 3 hours, being in photographs and videos of people from all over the world (lots of middle eastern women in burka like get-ups) that with the grace of god I’ll never see. (Another reason I can’t run for public office. Sigh).
Sketching on trains. D & I had a lot of “together time” and as usual, it was great, we were consistently amused by one another. Except this one time. We were coming back from…somewhere…and we thought it would be fun to sketch one another. Only rule was that you couldn’t erase. D’s pic actually looked like me. She’s got some skills. Mine of her looked like a man who might be touching himself inappropriately. I couldn’t erase. I finally stopped drawing to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t stop laughing. Every time I looked, it made me laugh harder. Her reaction wasn’t the same. She seemed a bit insulted. “Is this how you see me?” I can be booked for children’s parties. More fun than a clown!
I saw Everest on a clear day. Well not really. It was the Matterhorn, but I couldn’t stop calling it Everest. Took an early morning train (4:45) to Zermott, which is an unbelievable town in the middle of Suisse. It only has miniature electric cars, horse drawn carriages, and lots of beautiful mountains. We toured around the town, including a stop in the climbers cemetery which is in the heart of town. People from all over the world, including some men that were only 17. Fact for those inclined to become mountaineers. My quick study noted that most people die on the way down. So don’t go thinking that’s the easy part. We took a series of three trams to the top which didn’t have snow, but it did have a great view of Everest and a fun teeter totter. We also ate roassti, which is a potato based dish, with cheese, sausage, and all good things. Kick ass. And the restaurant, Ya, they have lots of alcohol. Then we walked all the way down. And now you know that is the most dangerous part!
People in Geneva have NO IDEA WHAT WAKEBOARDING IS. Sure, they go out on boards on water, behind boats, but the lake is nothing but rough. “Wakeboarding” was like being in one of those old work out machines that puts a belt around your waist and shakes and jiggles your action.
Nothing small at Petite Palace. Our wild club night…G-Money missed the fun, but let me tell you--D & I did not. We went with a group of her friends…en route, we actually saw a stunningly attractive young guy driving a white Lamborghini. (Apparently it is a well-known and summer regular happening that Saudi princes fly in planes of their entourage and their cars.) Going into the place, we moved toward what we thought was the bar, but in actuality was a couple doing a sexy show where the big finish was oral sex. She was totally naked, he in a speedo. Then they finished up, we had some drinks, and they did the show again in an hour. This time on top of an American flag, so I gotta think that was a shout out.
Boys can be tricky. In Amsterdam, I found myself getting seduced by what I thought was a gay man (who was on vacation with his boyfriend). I thought I’d finally made a gay friend. I think I’m not metrosexual enough for the average gay fellow. But after seeing women with gay friends on Sex in the City, I wanted one. So when they were super friendly, bought us drinks and wanted to hang out, we were all for it. Then it began to dawn on us, that they were really coming on to us, and would love to be the bread in a D&K sandwich. So I guess in retrospect they were either tricky hetero guys, or bisexuals. Which just seems greedy. One or the other. Both? Really?
Amsterdam has the most memorable tour guides. Mike’s Bike Tour rocked. Diego the boat guy—loved him. Drunken whore tour guide. Not so good. But at least I saw where she may or may not have had sex with Quentin Tarantino while he was strung out on heroin writing Pulp Fiction. Which explains why that movie is so damn dark. And her boyfriend…kind of like a dirtier old man version of Dharma’s dad from that TV show a few years back.
So that’s some of what I could think of…times were great with G&D. We laughed, we ate, we drank, and we emailed. Many good times and memories. I always thought G and I would have been good roommates. I think he knows it now too. So many thanks to them, my loyal email correspondents, and all the cool peeps we met.
Became an honorary Trinidad and Tobegan. D & I thought it would be fun to launch the Fete de Geneve off by being in a parade. That day involved painting a British guy in chocolate, getting dressed (in a house with no mirrors) in costumes owned by a girl who is 5’2”, marching in baby steps for 3 miles over a period of 3 hours, being in photographs and videos of people from all over the world (lots of middle eastern women in burka like get-ups) that with the grace of god I’ll never see. (Another reason I can’t run for public office. Sigh).
Sketching on trains. D & I had a lot of “together time” and as usual, it was great, we were consistently amused by one another. Except this one time. We were coming back from…somewhere…and we thought it would be fun to sketch one another. Only rule was that you couldn’t erase. D’s pic actually looked like me. She’s got some skills. Mine of her looked like a man who might be touching himself inappropriately. I couldn’t erase. I finally stopped drawing to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t stop laughing. Every time I looked, it made me laugh harder. Her reaction wasn’t the same. She seemed a bit insulted. “Is this how you see me?” I can be booked for children’s parties. More fun than a clown!
I saw Everest on a clear day. Well not really. It was the Matterhorn, but I couldn’t stop calling it Everest. Took an early morning train (4:45) to Zermott, which is an unbelievable town in the middle of Suisse. It only has miniature electric cars, horse drawn carriages, and lots of beautiful mountains. We toured around the town, including a stop in the climbers cemetery which is in the heart of town. People from all over the world, including some men that were only 17. Fact for those inclined to become mountaineers. My quick study noted that most people die on the way down. So don’t go thinking that’s the easy part. We took a series of three trams to the top which didn’t have snow, but it did have a great view of Everest and a fun teeter totter. We also ate roassti, which is a potato based dish, with cheese, sausage, and all good things. Kick ass. And the restaurant, Ya, they have lots of alcohol. Then we walked all the way down. And now you know that is the most dangerous part!
People in Geneva have NO IDEA WHAT WAKEBOARDING IS. Sure, they go out on boards on water, behind boats, but the lake is nothing but rough. “Wakeboarding” was like being in one of those old work out machines that puts a belt around your waist and shakes and jiggles your action.
Nothing small at Petite Palace. Our wild club night…G-Money missed the fun, but let me tell you--D & I did not. We went with a group of her friends…en route, we actually saw a stunningly attractive young guy driving a white Lamborghini. (Apparently it is a well-known and summer regular happening that Saudi princes fly in planes of their entourage and their cars.) Going into the place, we moved toward what we thought was the bar, but in actuality was a couple doing a sexy show where the big finish was oral sex. She was totally naked, he in a speedo. Then they finished up, we had some drinks, and they did the show again in an hour. This time on top of an American flag, so I gotta think that was a shout out.
Boys can be tricky. In Amsterdam, I found myself getting seduced by what I thought was a gay man (who was on vacation with his boyfriend). I thought I’d finally made a gay friend. I think I’m not metrosexual enough for the average gay fellow. But after seeing women with gay friends on Sex in the City, I wanted one. So when they were super friendly, bought us drinks and wanted to hang out, we were all for it. Then it began to dawn on us, that they were really coming on to us, and would love to be the bread in a D&K sandwich. So I guess in retrospect they were either tricky hetero guys, or bisexuals. Which just seems greedy. One or the other. Both? Really?
Amsterdam has the most memorable tour guides. Mike’s Bike Tour rocked. Diego the boat guy—loved him. Drunken whore tour guide. Not so good. But at least I saw where she may or may not have had sex with Quentin Tarantino while he was strung out on heroin writing Pulp Fiction. Which explains why that movie is so damn dark. And her boyfriend…kind of like a dirtier old man version of Dharma’s dad from that TV show a few years back.
So that’s some of what I could think of…times were great with G&D. We laughed, we ate, we drank, and we emailed. Many good times and memories. I always thought G and I would have been good roommates. I think he knows it now too. So many thanks to them, my loyal email correspondents, and all the cool peeps we met.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Where I've Been, What We've Been Doing
So although G$ thinks that I am obcessed with computers, I somehow I haven't been good about updating me blog...oops. Here is a quick catch-up...
I'm sure you're wondering, K, how is your hair looking? ...with the humidity, I'm giving Shirley Temple a run for her $. Total corkscrew curls all day long. It looks kinda cute, and since it is so curly, it is suddenly chin length, so it's mostly off my neck.
Incidentally, the backpack I'm using is Ace's from 1995. It was built for unusually tall people and has an aluminum frame that I think are way out of use. People are stunned by the size, and apparently kind of angry when I knock them with the frame while walking down aisles on the train. (I didn't notice because it is so big--D only told me yesterday. Oops!)
We got to Nice around 10AM, and decided we'd spend the day at the beach because it was crazy hot. So we went to a private beach and got the cute, comfy chair and umbrella, and I was instantly in the water. The temp was fantastic, and it is so salty, you barely have to move to stay afloat. I was in a few minutes and heading back to shore when this enormous pain hit my shoulder. Total searing pain. I think I kinda screamed, and the tears started because the pain was just crazy. Turns out I was stung by a jelly fish...never happened to me before. And that was the end of my swimming yesterday in the Med. I guess because of the water temp being so high, a lot of them were close to shore. Which was unfortunate to learn after the fact. But the day only got better from there--it would have to right? :) (Although I had to give D some crap because she heard me scream and didn't come running. What the hell is that?) The rest of the day I hid under the umbrella (if you expose the sting to sun, it will leave a scar. Too bad almost all of my shirts are tank tops).
Other than that...all has been well, relaxing and fun. Went to a Matisse museum in Nice. Perfect size--the entire museum was the size of a large house. AND it had an air-conditioned theater on the bottom floor, so while d went shopping, I took a nap. the movie they were showing was in French, so it wasn't as gripping as you'd imagine. It was kind of like watching Bob Ross (the Happy Trees painter)--spells nighty-night for me. My commentary on Matisse--his busts of his wife's face consisted of a series of four. The first was flattering, and each subsequent one was less and less until she started to look like an ogre. I wouldn't be too happy with my husband...I hope she made him pay for that. But then again, I remember the drawings i did of my friends and family. Not the most flattering portraits...but I did make myself look like an east-Indian Time Life Alien, so maybe it wasn't malicious.
Later that afternoon, I went to Monaco, while D stayed in Nice. Lemme tell you...you haven't seen or met wealthy people til you've been there. We all have friends that "have money", but no one we know has this kind of money. Which is too bad, because I really want to go for a ride on one of those boats. Five stories tall, all attractive and male crews. Ski and sail boats along side so you don't get bored. The cars driving around are Bentleys, Rolls Royces, Lamborghinis...and oodles of them. The Monte Carlo casino charges you to just get in to play, so I decided to instead drive a Ferrari around the F1 racetrack that circulates Monaco. But there was a bit of a wait, and my time had been shorter in town than planned because I got off the bus about 3 km downhill from where I should have. (Never so good with directions...) So I didn't get to do either. But I did make it back to Nice, and for me that's quite an accomplishment!
We went to this other city in France that is about 40km from Geneva on Monday. Crazy beautiful. I think the name of the town was Anesse. Huge lake and quaint town with huge mountains rising up next to it. It is close to Albertville (they had the winter olympics there a few years ago). The lake was so clear it looked like the Caribbean. I've never seen a lake like that. Amazing. We spent a good portion of our day walking, then floating on a boat, swimming and just enjoying. Love it!
We're heading out soon...more later!
I'm sure you're wondering, K, how is your hair looking? ...with the humidity, I'm giving Shirley Temple a run for her $. Total corkscrew curls all day long. It looks kinda cute, and since it is so curly, it is suddenly chin length, so it's mostly off my neck.
Incidentally, the backpack I'm using is Ace's from 1995. It was built for unusually tall people and has an aluminum frame that I think are way out of use. People are stunned by the size, and apparently kind of angry when I knock them with the frame while walking down aisles on the train. (I didn't notice because it is so big--D only told me yesterday. Oops!)
We got to Nice around 10AM, and decided we'd spend the day at the beach because it was crazy hot. So we went to a private beach and got the cute, comfy chair and umbrella, and I was instantly in the water. The temp was fantastic, and it is so salty, you barely have to move to stay afloat. I was in a few minutes and heading back to shore when this enormous pain hit my shoulder. Total searing pain. I think I kinda screamed, and the tears started because the pain was just crazy. Turns out I was stung by a jelly fish...never happened to me before. And that was the end of my swimming yesterday in the Med. I guess because of the water temp being so high, a lot of them were close to shore. Which was unfortunate to learn after the fact. But the day only got better from there--it would have to right? :) (Although I had to give D some crap because she heard me scream and didn't come running. What the hell is that?) The rest of the day I hid under the umbrella (if you expose the sting to sun, it will leave a scar. Too bad almost all of my shirts are tank tops).
Other than that...all has been well, relaxing and fun. Went to a Matisse museum in Nice. Perfect size--the entire museum was the size of a large house. AND it had an air-conditioned theater on the bottom floor, so while d went shopping, I took a nap. the movie they were showing was in French, so it wasn't as gripping as you'd imagine. It was kind of like watching Bob Ross (the Happy Trees painter)--spells nighty-night for me. My commentary on Matisse--his busts of his wife's face consisted of a series of four. The first was flattering, and each subsequent one was less and less until she started to look like an ogre. I wouldn't be too happy with my husband...I hope she made him pay for that. But then again, I remember the drawings i did of my friends and family. Not the most flattering portraits...but I did make myself look like an east-Indian Time Life Alien, so maybe it wasn't malicious.
Later that afternoon, I went to Monaco, while D stayed in Nice. Lemme tell you...you haven't seen or met wealthy people til you've been there. We all have friends that "have money", but no one we know has this kind of money. Which is too bad, because I really want to go for a ride on one of those boats. Five stories tall, all attractive and male crews. Ski and sail boats along side so you don't get bored. The cars driving around are Bentleys, Rolls Royces, Lamborghinis...and oodles of them. The Monte Carlo casino charges you to just get in to play, so I decided to instead drive a Ferrari around the F1 racetrack that circulates Monaco. But there was a bit of a wait, and my time had been shorter in town than planned because I got off the bus about 3 km downhill from where I should have. (Never so good with directions...) So I didn't get to do either. But I did make it back to Nice, and for me that's quite an accomplishment!
We went to this other city in France that is about 40km from Geneva on Monday. Crazy beautiful. I think the name of the town was Anesse. Huge lake and quaint town with huge mountains rising up next to it. It is close to Albertville (they had the winter olympics there a few years ago). The lake was so clear it looked like the Caribbean. I've never seen a lake like that. Amazing. We spent a good portion of our day walking, then floating on a boat, swimming and just enjoying. Love it!
We're heading out soon...more later!
Sunday, July 30, 2006
A Moment in the Life of a Single Female
So after the houseboat, the Drake sat me down and insisted that I get on Match.com in order to meet some quality men. He had had some luck, and figured it would be great for me.
Of course, I joined about 10 days before leaving on this trip. I've exchanged some emails (including some with one cool guy in particular), but had to share the profile of one of my admirers. I don't want this to sound like I'm mocking him, because I could be struck by lightening. (It'll make sense in a few). This works best when read out loud by Obus. If he's not there, just imagine him doing it. (And if you know anyone within a 2000 mile range of Fullerton CA who'd be a good match, I can play match maker! Photos available upon request...)
About me and what I'm looking for
One thing that you should know first off is that I am seeking a wise lady who
(1) fears her creator, you don't need to love and adore the creator however. (2) is spiritually minded, you know that there are laws of liffe which are absolute and eternal truths and you know that the creator has some requirements concerning his/her being lord and master EVEN THOUGH you might hate and loath him / her or be disgusted with the creator, why ever or what ever the cause but who wisely is none the less god fearing at least so much as it is necessary.
(3) is honest and just , not lying and evil.
(4) is generous, meaning that you must be a giver and not a mere taker.
(5) keeps the creator's commandments, such as the 10 commandments etc.
My spiritual cravings are my first ambitions in life due to fact that it is the spirit which gives life, even eternal life. To be of interest to me, you must have as you # 1 ambition in life, ever-lasting life.
If we would choose life so that we could live and if we would choose 'to be' rather than choosing that we would 'not be', we must know what 'life' is and what it means 'to be'. So then the questions which we must answer are, 1) What is life so that we would choose it and 2) who is our creator / life giver so that we would love him / her and 3) What are his / her laws so that we would do according to his / her laws and who or what is the creator so that we would 'stick to' or be loyal to him / her.
If you are curious as to what works for me. Then well, what works for me is that if The creator keeps all of his / her promises which he / she gave me. That is if the creator / "I AM" does indeed do as he / she told Moses, that he / she "shall prove to be what he shall prove to be." and in so doing proving himself / herself to be my life and the length of my days. We all do need the being in touch with our life giver who is the source of our living power.
my religion
I keep the torah But I do not follow any of the organized religions because their leaderships are under satan's control
I am a man who accepts what is, is! But it seems as if the whole wide world does not know what is, is.
Of course, I joined about 10 days before leaving on this trip. I've exchanged some emails (including some with one cool guy in particular), but had to share the profile of one of my admirers. I don't want this to sound like I'm mocking him, because I could be struck by lightening. (It'll make sense in a few). This works best when read out loud by Obus. If he's not there, just imagine him doing it. (And if you know anyone within a 2000 mile range of Fullerton CA who'd be a good match, I can play match maker! Photos available upon request...)
About me and what I'm looking for
One thing that you should know first off is that I am seeking a wise lady who
(1) fears her creator, you don't need to love and adore the creator however. (2) is spiritually minded, you know that there are laws of liffe which are absolute and eternal truths and you know that the creator has some requirements concerning his/her being lord and master EVEN THOUGH you might hate and loath him / her or be disgusted with the creator, why ever or what ever the cause but who wisely is none the less god fearing at least so much as it is necessary.
(3) is honest and just , not lying and evil.
(4) is generous, meaning that you must be a giver and not a mere taker.
(5) keeps the creator's commandments, such as the 10 commandments etc.
My spiritual cravings are my first ambitions in life due to fact that it is the spirit which gives life, even eternal life. To be of interest to me, you must have as you # 1 ambition in life, ever-lasting life.
If we would choose life so that we could live and if we would choose 'to be' rather than choosing that we would 'not be', we must know what 'life' is and what it means 'to be'. So then the questions which we must answer are, 1) What is life so that we would choose it and 2) who is our creator / life giver so that we would love him / her and 3) What are his / her laws so that we would do according to his / her laws and who or what is the creator so that we would 'stick to' or be loyal to him / her.
If you are curious as to what works for me. Then well, what works for me is that if The creator keeps all of his / her promises which he / she gave me. That is if the creator / "I AM" does indeed do as he / she told Moses, that he / she "shall prove to be what he shall prove to be." and in so doing proving himself / herself to be my life and the length of my days. We all do need the being in touch with our life giver who is the source of our living power.
my religion
I keep the torah But I do not follow any of the organized religions because their leaderships are under satan's control
I am a man who accepts what is, is! But it seems as if the whole wide world does not know what is, is.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Bikes, Boobs, Boats and Birds
I'm here at G&D's. So the airline lost my bag with all the clothes...the salsa, pistachios, got here though...etc. Gary took me shopping...first thing we went to was lady's lingerie. We were laughing because in the past the only shopping we've done together has been HB related. And now we're buying panties. Funny...
Yesterday G-Money and I took the bikes for a ride around Lake Geneva. Big, blue, clear and good conditions for skiing in the middle of the lake. (for those non-boaters out there, that is freakin rare in the middle of a lake). We went to the fountain that shoots water something like 500' in the air and got a nice shower, which was very welcome due to the humidity and heat. G, ever the tour guide pointed out that near this fountain is where the first bird flu ridden bird was found. Yeah!
Our ride proceeded along the banks of the lake, and then we stumbled across a couple of topless beaches. G somehow didn't notice the boobs hanging out--so European all of a sudden! The same standard that I've seen in the states held true--the people who tend to nude it up are rarely the ones you want to see doing it. Later in our ride we went off-roading and G spotted (though I missed it) some older naked men hanging out--literally.
We rode for a few hours, then took a paddleboat back. The boat was beautiful, and you could see the machinery (pistons) like they showed in the movie Titanic in the middle of the boat. Had lunch, and both took a nap for about 3 hours. This is my kind of vacation!
Going around with G is funny because he doesn't know ANY French. Apparently it took him several visits to the store to locate milk (in a box that looks like soap, and it is not refrigerated). I know nada en francais, so we make quite the pair. I keep wanting to answer questions in Spanish...or say in Spanish, I don't speak French. but we don't know how to say that. So I just do the nod, empty smile on my face...
We're off in a few to pick up Debbie and my bag that was located! So no more shopping trips for G and I...Second floor: hardware, childrens wear, lady's lingerie. Oh, good morning...
Yesterday G-Money and I took the bikes for a ride around Lake Geneva. Big, blue, clear and good conditions for skiing in the middle of the lake. (for those non-boaters out there, that is freakin rare in the middle of a lake). We went to the fountain that shoots water something like 500' in the air and got a nice shower, which was very welcome due to the humidity and heat. G, ever the tour guide pointed out that near this fountain is where the first bird flu ridden bird was found. Yeah!
Our ride proceeded along the banks of the lake, and then we stumbled across a couple of topless beaches. G somehow didn't notice the boobs hanging out--so European all of a sudden! The same standard that I've seen in the states held true--the people who tend to nude it up are rarely the ones you want to see doing it. Later in our ride we went off-roading and G spotted (though I missed it) some older naked men hanging out--literally.
We rode for a few hours, then took a paddleboat back. The boat was beautiful, and you could see the machinery (pistons) like they showed in the movie Titanic in the middle of the boat. Had lunch, and both took a nap for about 3 hours. This is my kind of vacation!
Going around with G is funny because he doesn't know ANY French. Apparently it took him several visits to the store to locate milk (in a box that looks like soap, and it is not refrigerated). I know nada en francais, so we make quite the pair. I keep wanting to answer questions in Spanish...or say in Spanish, I don't speak French. but we don't know how to say that. So I just do the nod, empty smile on my face...
We're off in a few to pick up Debbie and my bag that was located! So no more shopping trips for G and I...Second floor: hardware, childrens wear, lady's lingerie. Oh, good morning...
Friday, July 21, 2006
An Auspicous Start
Many years ago, Pong and I took the ski boat off the HB to scout for a new docking situation. In the midst of oursearching, we stoppedto take a dip and shoot the breeze. While we were talking, a tree fell in the forest near us. And we heard it...thus answering a long standing question.
I think I answered another one today. If a woman knows no one and something bad happens and no one is there to hear her cry, will she? The answer is no. I am presently sans any clothes for my trip. I've been assured this happens all the time, and they are willing to give me £12.50 for my trouble. Wow...considering this internet session is costing me 3, I don't have much left.
Thankfully, I don't feel like crying...I just feel like changing. I did meet an interesting person on her way to Sierra Leon(sp? I should know how to spell that) where she is going to work in an orphanage for a couple years. She lost 4 bags, so I guess I'm lucky. Plus I'm not going to a war torn region. Which is nice...
I think I answered another one today. If a woman knows no one and something bad happens and no one is there to hear her cry, will she? The answer is no. I am presently sans any clothes for my trip. I've been assured this happens all the time, and they are willing to give me £12.50 for my trouble. Wow...considering this internet session is costing me 3, I don't have much left.
Thankfully, I don't feel like crying...I just feel like changing. I did meet an interesting person on her way to Sierra Leon(sp? I should know how to spell that) where she is going to work in an orphanage for a couple years. She lost 4 bags, so I guess I'm lucky. Plus I'm not going to a war torn region. Which is nice...
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Leavin, on a Jet Plane
I am happy to report that my seating for my flights to England all have me in a window seat. I am not happy to report however that my layover in England is not the 2 hours I had thought--it's 3.5 hours. FMA. AND apparently you can only check one bag on Easy Jet...I have one backpack and a suitcase with gifts (and other of my things...) and my carry-on. I tried to see how much they charge for these things, but couldn't find the info. I'm hoping it won't be that much, because that would stink.
On the happy side of things, my cat is siting at my feet snoring. So at least one of us isn't bothered. I'm going to try to stay up most of the night, and then hit the beach in the morning so I can expend as much energy as possible and be totally exhausted when I get on the plane. Sound ambitious for the likes of me? I know...I think the odds are around 20% that I'll make it to the beach. Looks to be about 97% that'll be up til at least 4. Why? Cuz that's how I roll, kids.
Speaking of rolling (my eyes)...a friend advised me that when packing for this trip, I should basically just pack for 3 days. I think this is crazy talk. I'm bringing 4 pairs of shoes for crying out loud. And i just bought nine new shirts today. Is that a bit much? Along with everything else? I'm going to have to rethink this. Good thing I've got time!
On the happy side of things, my cat is siting at my feet snoring. So at least one of us isn't bothered. I'm going to try to stay up most of the night, and then hit the beach in the morning so I can expend as much energy as possible and be totally exhausted when I get on the plane. Sound ambitious for the likes of me? I know...I think the odds are around 20% that I'll make it to the beach. Looks to be about 97% that'll be up til at least 4. Why? Cuz that's how I roll, kids.
Speaking of rolling (my eyes)...a friend advised me that when packing for this trip, I should basically just pack for 3 days. I think this is crazy talk. I'm bringing 4 pairs of shoes for crying out loud. And i just bought nine new shirts today. Is that a bit much? Along with everything else? I'm going to have to rethink this. Good thing I've got time!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
That's Really Something...
Ever since the Lids parents' anniversary party last year, I've been thinking about picking up guitar, and in the days following the houseboat, and after speaking to Mr. Windows, I went ahead and did it. I got me an acoustic Fender guitar and along with it, an even more irritated upstairs neighbor. Yeah...Anyway, I also was pointed in the direction of a guitar teacher. Great guy, and all was well and normal til today.
It is blazing hot down here in SJ and as I sit down and we start tuning me up, we're chatting and he mentions that he's been working out more and he needs to do it early because it is so hot. He says he wants to take some weight off, and get hard or something. He's in good shape from what I can tell, so I made some innocous "you look fine to me" kind of thing. Then he mentions that he used to be a Chippendale. And he was a member of Male Express. "Would you like to see some pictures?" So of course I say sure...
He goes to his computer and pulls up his web site. (I'll tell those of you via email the site if you are wanting a peek--or a guitar teacher). The normal body building pics--and then...the Playgirl pics come up. And he just goes through them. This is the cover shot--artfully naked, thong shots, artfully naked surfboard shot, and then and the CENTERFOLD. Full frontal on the beach. My response..."that's really something." And he goes on to tell me how one of the guys in a shot next to him had the longest shlong he'd ever seen and he only had a size 7 shoe.
So my lesson hasn't yet started, and I've already seen the man naked. Normally this is how my dates start...ba dum bump! (I'm here all week! Don't forget to tip the wait staff!)
As I was leaving, all I could think was that this kind of thing never happens to Mingle. But then again, she did take me to my first party that had a naked man on stage. Of course, we didn't know that was going to happen. I guess it makes me wonder if I wasn't there, would it have happened. Am I the common denominator? I love pondering the big questions in life. And I do mean BIG!
It is blazing hot down here in SJ and as I sit down and we start tuning me up, we're chatting and he mentions that he's been working out more and he needs to do it early because it is so hot. He says he wants to take some weight off, and get hard or something. He's in good shape from what I can tell, so I made some innocous "you look fine to me" kind of thing. Then he mentions that he used to be a Chippendale. And he was a member of Male Express. "Would you like to see some pictures?" So of course I say sure...
He goes to his computer and pulls up his web site. (I'll tell those of you via email the site if you are wanting a peek--or a guitar teacher). The normal body building pics--and then...the Playgirl pics come up. And he just goes through them. This is the cover shot--artfully naked, thong shots, artfully naked surfboard shot, and then and the CENTERFOLD. Full frontal on the beach. My response..."that's really something." And he goes on to tell me how one of the guys in a shot next to him had the longest shlong he'd ever seen and he only had a size 7 shoe.
So my lesson hasn't yet started, and I've already seen the man naked. Normally this is how my dates start...ba dum bump! (I'm here all week! Don't forget to tip the wait staff!)
As I was leaving, all I could think was that this kind of thing never happens to Mingle. But then again, she did take me to my first party that had a naked man on stage. Of course, we didn't know that was going to happen. I guess it makes me wonder if I wasn't there, would it have happened. Am I the common denominator? I love pondering the big questions in life. And I do mean BIG!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Calzone!
This weekend was completely action-packed--not that kind of action OB...but it could have been. Damn that sense of propriety that pops up on occasion!
Friday night I went with the Plants to Hotel des Artes (a boutique) hotel in SF to celebrate Bastille Day. The hotel has different artists paint murals in each room, and the hotel was decorated with different paintings and photographs up for auction. And there was an open bar, so you know the vibe was good. Met some cool people and then we headed out to North Beach and hit Calzones for dinner...then on to the Supper Club. Interesting place. Surrounding the dance floor and bar was a bed--that encircled the entire place. Fantastic! Now there's a place for some action, let me tell you!
Went back to the Plants' at closing time where we stayed up til 5:30 and I wondered if I'd ever be able to sleee...p. Which I quickly did til Lids called me to get my ass up. Followed moments later by Jameson wanting "a hamburger, no a cheeseburger, no a hot dog, no I want a chili dog." He got nothing and liked it. Well nothing til we stopped at the gas station and hit up the taqueria inside. While I was suspect of how good this could be, this didn't stop me from inhaling a beef tostada at 10:30AM. (Which was a good move because the calzone I had for dinner could have been made in a 7-11.) Full day out on the boat--didn't leave until 7:30! Didn't roll back into SF til 10:30, at which point the party in the club (thanks Fifty) Wasn't. Going. To. Happen.
My friend Walker was in a wedding this weekend and had quite a few stories to tell over dinner/drinks tonight. A model from NY who hangs with Puffy was also in the wedding and literally had bling coming out of his hoo-ha. During the posed photos, he was crossing his arms and holding up his index and middle finger in a sign that apparently means peace and prosperity, but looked a lot like gang signs to the bride. Now that's a memory for your wedding album...
I'm watching the 40 Year Old Virgin (waxing scene) right now. Funny. Shit.
Leaving for Europa Europa on Thursday. All my bitches better call to say good-bye!
Friday night I went with the Plants to Hotel des Artes (a boutique) hotel in SF to celebrate Bastille Day. The hotel has different artists paint murals in each room, and the hotel was decorated with different paintings and photographs up for auction. And there was an open bar, so you know the vibe was good. Met some cool people and then we headed out to North Beach and hit Calzones for dinner...then on to the Supper Club. Interesting place. Surrounding the dance floor and bar was a bed--that encircled the entire place. Fantastic! Now there's a place for some action, let me tell you!
Went back to the Plants' at closing time where we stayed up til 5:30 and I wondered if I'd ever be able to sleee...p. Which I quickly did til Lids called me to get my ass up. Followed moments later by Jameson wanting "a hamburger, no a cheeseburger, no a hot dog, no I want a chili dog." He got nothing and liked it. Well nothing til we stopped at the gas station and hit up the taqueria inside. While I was suspect of how good this could be, this didn't stop me from inhaling a beef tostada at 10:30AM. (Which was a good move because the calzone I had for dinner could have been made in a 7-11.) Full day out on the boat--didn't leave until 7:30! Didn't roll back into SF til 10:30, at which point the party in the club (thanks Fifty) Wasn't. Going. To. Happen.
My friend Walker was in a wedding this weekend and had quite a few stories to tell over dinner/drinks tonight. A model from NY who hangs with Puffy was also in the wedding and literally had bling coming out of his hoo-ha. During the posed photos, he was crossing his arms and holding up his index and middle finger in a sign that apparently means peace and prosperity, but looked a lot like gang signs to the bride. Now that's a memory for your wedding album...
I'm watching the 40 Year Old Virgin (waxing scene) right now. Funny. Shit.
Leaving for Europa Europa on Thursday. All my bitches better call to say good-bye!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
You Can All Go FMA
The thing I like best about the houseboat are the little funnies that seem to happen that people can razz you about for years to come. I'd say this year's trip lived up to the usual standard, and may have even surpassed it. Those of you with a history--Ping/Pong, etc. can weigh in with your verdict.
Here are the 22 things that I learned on this year's trip. Names have been changed because I prefer nicknames:
1. One case of beer and a 1.75 of hard alcohol is not enough for my group of friends. Why do we drink that much? Because we "CAN CAN CAN!"
2. Butterflies seem to hatch the last week of June in Trinity County.
3. Men do not seem to think that "All Play" in Pictionary means that you can look at what the other team is drawing. (Can we get a vote on this?)
4. I will NOT be practicing back dives by myself at any point. Apparently when I got the courage to kinda go in backwards, I almost knocked myself silly on the platform. That would have been sad. Or been a very funny video on Lid's high def tv for others to watch on July 4th.
5. If you make funny faces in pictures, the pictures do in fact turn out funny. Same with doing stupid things--damn those modern cameras with their video capability.
6. My tongue does in fact stick out a great deal when I'm thinking. And by a great deal I mean a good few inches. This is not attractive and should be avoided at all costs.
7. The Drake has a sweet tooth and so does his Sweetie. And Sweetie likes GHOST and SayGo. If I didn't like her before, you know she's in now!
8. The next time Mr. Mingle goes hiking, he needs to bring a walkie talkie in the event he is mauled by the bear...he saw out there.
9. 7 out of 9 HBers prefer the term RiDick as opposed to RiCockulous. I'm more of a cock fan.
10. If you need a writing utensil, DON'T say, "hey, when you find the mechanical pencil, can you stick it somewhere I can find it?"
11. I may use the words "action" and "stuff" a bit too much. Maybe...
12. Guitars are a good addition to any sunset. So are people who let me sing sans comments.
13. People who snore should carry earplugs with them as a courtesy to others.
14. I need to sleep next to OB because no one else seems to hear him speak at night. Where are the ramrod/Japanese boyfriend/simple swim dreams of years past?
15. There is definitely a fear/pain gene that I have that Jameson does not.
16. Rica Suave can not be the light sleeper she always claims to be...sleeping through a rain storm??
17. Afternoon boating trips with a cooler of beer and even cooler people kick ass. (god, that was practically a sweet thing to say!)
18. Mrs. Mingle can swim further underwater/without breathing than the other chicas on the boat. Please note the wording of the contest was understood by contestants if not by observers.
19. Swiss Miss is like a retriever with a ball when it comes to boarding.
20. B has apparently given up on both backgammon and hearts. Hey, he knows when to say when!
21. Jameson can jump over boats, railings, chairs, people in chairs and people standing on docks. This does not mean it won't make you scream however. But it doesn't bother/distract him anyway--trust me.
22. Apparently when shopping, I INSISTED (with a high-pitched voice while flailing my hands in the air) on getting a case of Diet Pepsi.
So those are the things I can think of. You guys are my favorite people because whether you let me use your action or we can just hang out and do stuff, it's always a good time. Now, how many girls can say that? Ah, go FMA, I'm getting sentimental...
Here are the 22 things that I learned on this year's trip. Names have been changed because I prefer nicknames:
1. One case of beer and a 1.75 of hard alcohol is not enough for my group of friends. Why do we drink that much? Because we "CAN CAN CAN!"
2. Butterflies seem to hatch the last week of June in Trinity County.
3. Men do not seem to think that "All Play" in Pictionary means that you can look at what the other team is drawing. (Can we get a vote on this?)
4. I will NOT be practicing back dives by myself at any point. Apparently when I got the courage to kinda go in backwards, I almost knocked myself silly on the platform. That would have been sad. Or been a very funny video on Lid's high def tv for others to watch on July 4th.
5. If you make funny faces in pictures, the pictures do in fact turn out funny. Same with doing stupid things--damn those modern cameras with their video capability.
6. My tongue does in fact stick out a great deal when I'm thinking. And by a great deal I mean a good few inches. This is not attractive and should be avoided at all costs.
7. The Drake has a sweet tooth and so does his Sweetie. And Sweetie likes GHOST and SayGo. If I didn't like her before, you know she's in now!
8. The next time Mr. Mingle goes hiking, he needs to bring a walkie talkie in the event he is mauled by the bear...he saw out there.
9. 7 out of 9 HBers prefer the term RiDick as opposed to RiCockulous. I'm more of a cock fan.
10. If you need a writing utensil, DON'T say, "hey, when you find the mechanical pencil, can you stick it somewhere I can find it?"
11. I may use the words "action" and "stuff" a bit too much. Maybe...
12. Guitars are a good addition to any sunset. So are people who let me sing sans comments.
13. People who snore should carry earplugs with them as a courtesy to others.
14. I need to sleep next to OB because no one else seems to hear him speak at night. Where are the ramrod/Japanese boyfriend/simple swim dreams of years past?
15. There is definitely a fear/pain gene that I have that Jameson does not.
16. Rica Suave can not be the light sleeper she always claims to be...sleeping through a rain storm??
17. Afternoon boating trips with a cooler of beer and even cooler people kick ass. (god, that was practically a sweet thing to say!)
18. Mrs. Mingle can swim further underwater/without breathing than the other chicas on the boat. Please note the wording of the contest was understood by contestants if not by observers.
19. Swiss Miss is like a retriever with a ball when it comes to boarding.
20. B has apparently given up on both backgammon and hearts. Hey, he knows when to say when!
21. Jameson can jump over boats, railings, chairs, people in chairs and people standing on docks. This does not mean it won't make you scream however. But it doesn't bother/distract him anyway--trust me.
22. Apparently when shopping, I INSISTED (with a high-pitched voice while flailing my hands in the air) on getting a case of Diet Pepsi.
So those are the things I can think of. You guys are my favorite people because whether you let me use your action or we can just hang out and do stuff, it's always a good time. Now, how many girls can say that? Ah, go FMA, I'm getting sentimental...
Thursday, May 04, 2006
I've Been Served
So I got the subpoena at work today. For those of you interested, it apparently looks just like the subpoena you get when you're getting divorced...so said one witness to mys being served. It was for a car accident I was in four years ago. I was sitting in a parked car and this chick hit me. I think she is saying this wasn't her fault. I am interested to see how that can POSSIBLY be. Generally I am up for litstening and can see both sides, but not at all in this case.
Oh, and a loyal reader and fellow blogger gave me the heads up that my before and after blog of the long hair was mean-spirited. The only reason I put it was to share my surprise at seeing the copious amounts of hair that greeted me at the door. Otherwise people might ahve thought it was long hair a la the Kid. I'm not sure if I have a reputation as someone who tells tall tales, so I thought that would clarify things.
Anyone know where I could get a porn movie to rent? I don't want to buy one, but our bachelorette wants one night of quiet in watching a movie. so you know someone has to bring a nudie pic. I don't think there is one I'd buy--other than a movie star one. But they all seem to be banned...damn it all!
Well, nighty-night. I'm pooped. All work and no naps makes CR Chica a dull girl.
Oh, and a loyal reader and fellow blogger gave me the heads up that my before and after blog of the long hair was mean-spirited. The only reason I put it was to share my surprise at seeing the copious amounts of hair that greeted me at the door. Otherwise people might ahve thought it was long hair a la the Kid. I'm not sure if I have a reputation as someone who tells tall tales, so I thought that would clarify things.
Anyone know where I could get a porn movie to rent? I don't want to buy one, but our bachelorette wants one night of quiet in watching a movie. so you know someone has to bring a nudie pic. I don't think there is one I'd buy--other than a movie star one. But they all seem to be banned...damn it all!
Well, nighty-night. I'm pooped. All work and no naps makes CR Chica a dull girl.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Looking for Something Fun to Do?
No word yet on my subpoena...I am kinda dying to know what the story is...Big plans this weekend. In addition to the usual, I am hoping to go to some sex shops on Sunday (the Sabbath!) to buy paraphenalia for a bachelorette party. That reminds me...
I went to one in Tahoe last year with the Swiss Miss for Mingle's bachelorette party and we were looking for the Paris Hilton sex video (One Night in Paris--heard of it? I think that is a great name...) but the store didn't carry it. The lady suggested we get a gang bang video, because, "gang bangs are fun!" She handed me the tape and I turned it over, thinking I could read the back (like a normal video). Well, there were no words, just more and more pics of some pretty unattractive (but quite hairy) men banging the hell out of these chicks who looked pretty spent already. The moral of the story is that I sholdn't be looking for a story line or plot when choosing a gang bang video. (We didn't take the tape...so no, you can't borrow it! :)
So that reminded me of funny porn titles, and in case you need a laugh--here are some that gave me one. I know they're gross, but gross is funny. Don't say I never do things for you people...enjoy!
Shaving Ryan's Privates
Batman in Robin
Edward Penishands
Gangbangs of New York
How Stella Got Her Tube Packed
Sick Degrees of Penetration
Legally Boned
Throbin Hood (Prince of Beaves)
When Harry Ate Sally
Romancing The Bone
White Men Can't Hump
American Booty
Blown in 60 Seconds
Buffy The Vampire Layer
Buttman and Throbbin'
Rambone
Sperms of Enderarment
BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE VAGINA
WILLIE WANKER AND THE FUDGE PACKING FACTORY
I went to one in Tahoe last year with the Swiss Miss for Mingle's bachelorette party and we were looking for the Paris Hilton sex video (One Night in Paris--heard of it? I think that is a great name...) but the store didn't carry it. The lady suggested we get a gang bang video, because, "gang bangs are fun!" She handed me the tape and I turned it over, thinking I could read the back (like a normal video). Well, there were no words, just more and more pics of some pretty unattractive (but quite hairy) men banging the hell out of these chicks who looked pretty spent already. The moral of the story is that I sholdn't be looking for a story line or plot when choosing a gang bang video. (We didn't take the tape...so no, you can't borrow it! :)
So that reminded me of funny porn titles, and in case you need a laugh--here are some that gave me one. I know they're gross, but gross is funny. Don't say I never do things for you people...enjoy!
Shaving Ryan's Privates
Batman in Robin
Edward Penishands
Gangbangs of New York
How Stella Got Her Tube Packed
Sick Degrees of Penetration
Legally Boned
Throbin Hood (Prince of Beaves)
When Harry Ate Sally
Romancing The Bone
White Men Can't Hump
American Booty
Blown in 60 Seconds
Buffy The Vampire Layer
Buttman and Throbbin'
Rambone
Sperms of Enderarment
BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE VAGINA
WILLIE WANKER AND THE FUDGE PACKING FACTORY
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I've Never Been with a Prostitute Sober. You?
Well, I don't like to brag, but I have got a guy who is hot to see me...all in pursuit of a date on June 7th. He's a lawyer...sounds good, huh? Oh, did I mention he is trying to serve me a subpoena? See, it's all in how you spin things. HNow, do any of you know ANYONE else that has been served a subpoena? Am I really this special? I hope this means that I will be the only person that any of you know that ends up winning the lottery.
How cool a gift is this by the way...a friend bought her husband a 15 minute flight in a fighter jet. Is that the coolest thing ever or what? It cost $250, and apparently do to loop-de-loops, it costs a bit more. If anyone is interested in the info, I can forward it to you.
Oh! I am becoming quite the artsy-kinda teacher. I did a watercolor painting project today on fish...and tonight I am going to figure a simple dance that the kids can do to the Chicken song. I have to figure a second song. Only 29 days left of school. This is counting the field trip, the field olympics, graduation day and the day in the park. AND my day in court!
If you haven't read the Denise Richards deposition on The Smoking Gun, check it out. Unbelievable stuff. I like how she said that she knew that he had been an alcohol and drug addict and had been with hookers, but was assured by Charlie that he had never been with a hooker sober. Gee, well that is a great point. I'm adding that to my screening criteria.
How cool a gift is this by the way...a friend bought her husband a 15 minute flight in a fighter jet. Is that the coolest thing ever or what? It cost $250, and apparently do to loop-de-loops, it costs a bit more. If anyone is interested in the info, I can forward it to you.
Oh! I am becoming quite the artsy-kinda teacher. I did a watercolor painting project today on fish...and tonight I am going to figure a simple dance that the kids can do to the Chicken song. I have to figure a second song. Only 29 days left of school. This is counting the field trip, the field olympics, graduation day and the day in the park. AND my day in court!
If you haven't read the Denise Richards deposition on The Smoking Gun, check it out. Unbelievable stuff. I like how she said that she knew that he had been an alcohol and drug addict and had been with hookers, but was assured by Charlie that he had never been with a hooker sober. Gee, well that is a great point. I'm adding that to my screening criteria.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
You want pics...
Ok--remember the set-up date with the LONG hair? I don't know if you thought I was exagerating the fugly factor...judge for yourself. I was looking at stuff online tonight and he instant messaged me. Within the first few moments of saying hello, he mentioned that he got his hair cut and he sent me the pics instantly. At least he donated the hair to Locks for Love...
Just so you people don't think I was blowing smoke...
http://secure-voting-technology-5.trimediavideo.com/MyPics/BeforeAndAfter.html
Just so you people don't think I was blowing smoke...
http://secure-voting-technology-5.trimediavideo.com/MyPics/BeforeAndAfter.html
Best Break-Up Lines
A teacher I know was commiserating today about the guy that dumped her via email this morning...clearly--asshole material, but in the spirit of Bill and Ted's, I suggest that she quote him some lyrics that correctly sum up her feelings on the subject. Considering my knowledge of lyrics relies heavily on humming through key portions, we went to the web. Here are some that we thought fit her sitch. (Up there with naming your dog after your ex and putting the name "Fuckface" on the doghouse...):
Erykah Badu--"Tyrone"
"I think you'd better call Tyrone/ And tell him come on help you get your shit/ You need to call Tyrone Hold on/ But you can't use my phone."
Fiona Apple --"Limp"
"It won't be long till you'll be/ Lying limp in your own hand."
Bob Dylan --"Don't Think Twice, It's All Right"
"I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind/ You could have done better but I don't mind/ You just kinda wasted my precious time."
I personally think the Dylan one is the most on target, but she's kinda pissed, so Fiona was more her speed. I left off Alanis because, well, even I know those lyrics. On the happier side of things, clearly she is better off. He had plenty of baggage and she had none, so that wasn't a fair trade. And he didn't even have a lot of money (which helps to even the scale--or so I've heard...).
I've always enjoyed quotes, but I've never looked them up in this topic. There's quite a bit of angry music out there folks. I wonder if any of these songs will be on American Idol. Probably right after they play, "Why Don't we Get Drunk, And Screw?"
Erykah Badu--"Tyrone"
"I think you'd better call Tyrone/ And tell him come on help you get your shit/ You need to call Tyrone Hold on/ But you can't use my phone."
Fiona Apple --"Limp"
"It won't be long till you'll be/ Lying limp in your own hand."
Bob Dylan --"Don't Think Twice, It's All Right"
"I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind/ You could have done better but I don't mind/ You just kinda wasted my precious time."
I personally think the Dylan one is the most on target, but she's kinda pissed, so Fiona was more her speed. I left off Alanis because, well, even I know those lyrics. On the happier side of things, clearly she is better off. He had plenty of baggage and she had none, so that wasn't a fair trade. And he didn't even have a lot of money (which helps to even the scale--or so I've heard...).
I've always enjoyed quotes, but I've never looked them up in this topic. There's quite a bit of angry music out there folks. I wonder if any of these songs will be on American Idol. Probably right after they play, "Why Don't we Get Drunk, And Screw?"
Sunday, April 23, 2006
My Last Week Off
So this is sadly the last day of my spring break. Then I have 37 working days until summer vacation. Only Memorial Day weekend...I know, cry me a river...
So Hawaii was every bit as relaxing as I hoped. The only let down was the lack of sighting people from Lost. This was made up for by the wealth of attractive people who live there. I learned a fair amount during my travels:
When visiting Pearl Harbor, get there by 7:15am. We got there at 9 and didn't get in until the 1:00 show. This is a lot of time to read stuff. AND we had quite a lovely lunch in the parking lot.
The first POW was captured by the US after the Pearl Harbor attack. He was the midget submarine captain ______. I don't remember his name, but I remember thinking it was odd that they pointed out he was a midget. Because they didn't say the paraplegic American president FDR. Then Manoa pointed out that midget subs were part of the attack and it is a sub style. Oh.
Did you know you can buy cancer insurance? Apparnetly it only costs $25 a year, and when you are diagnosed, you get like $50K to spend however you want. Isn't that great?? Manoa has some, and I told her I hoped she got cancer and not Hodgkins or something else that wouldn't result in a pay-off. So if she ends up with bad news, at least we know it's not ALL bad! (Am I terribly morbid?)
I think I've outgrown my screaming-at-inappropriate-times-phase. I walked into the living room and almost hit Chip the other morning, and I didn't scream in his face. (I think this will please ER and DS who always seemed to take it very personally when I would scream around them.)
Mormons can find me everywhere. I sat next to a very nice one on the plane ride back. He was cute--but short. 5'5". He was stunned when I stood up.
When strange men ask if you want to make a $100, say yes. I earned some quick and kinda painless cash. So I talked to this guy and it was for time share presos. 1.5 hours of high pressure sales, lunch and then you get your cash. The whole thing was kind of funny, and I had to lie (which the marketing guy told me to do) to say I made enough money to go. The sales lady was not very good at all, and if I was in the market for a place, I can't say I'd buy from her. I think she learned real estate sales off of a home video.
Apparently I naturally arch my back and stick out the tatas when waving at passing helicopters holding military folk. Katie pointed this out to her great amusement one day. But can you blame me?
It is impossible to straighten my hair on a tropical island.
Katie wears jeans to work and skirts to the beach. Love the island culture.
And in the interet of continuing the island experience...going to Jimmy Buffet on Tuesday! Salt! Salt!
So Hawaii was every bit as relaxing as I hoped. The only let down was the lack of sighting people from Lost. This was made up for by the wealth of attractive people who live there. I learned a fair amount during my travels:
When visiting Pearl Harbor, get there by 7:15am. We got there at 9 and didn't get in until the 1:00 show. This is a lot of time to read stuff. AND we had quite a lovely lunch in the parking lot.
The first POW was captured by the US after the Pearl Harbor attack. He was the midget submarine captain ______. I don't remember his name, but I remember thinking it was odd that they pointed out he was a midget. Because they didn't say the paraplegic American president FDR. Then Manoa pointed out that midget subs were part of the attack and it is a sub style. Oh.
Did you know you can buy cancer insurance? Apparnetly it only costs $25 a year, and when you are diagnosed, you get like $50K to spend however you want. Isn't that great?? Manoa has some, and I told her I hoped she got cancer and not Hodgkins or something else that wouldn't result in a pay-off. So if she ends up with bad news, at least we know it's not ALL bad! (Am I terribly morbid?)
I think I've outgrown my screaming-at-inappropriate-times-phase. I walked into the living room and almost hit Chip the other morning, and I didn't scream in his face. (I think this will please ER and DS who always seemed to take it very personally when I would scream around them.)
Mormons can find me everywhere. I sat next to a very nice one on the plane ride back. He was cute--but short. 5'5". He was stunned when I stood up.
When strange men ask if you want to make a $100, say yes. I earned some quick and kinda painless cash. So I talked to this guy and it was for time share presos. 1.5 hours of high pressure sales, lunch and then you get your cash. The whole thing was kind of funny, and I had to lie (which the marketing guy told me to do) to say I made enough money to go. The sales lady was not very good at all, and if I was in the market for a place, I can't say I'd buy from her. I think she learned real estate sales off of a home video.
Apparently I naturally arch my back and stick out the tatas when waving at passing helicopters holding military folk. Katie pointed this out to her great amusement one day. But can you blame me?
It is impossible to straighten my hair on a tropical island.
Katie wears jeans to work and skirts to the beach. Love the island culture.
And in the interet of continuing the island experience...going to Jimmy Buffet on Tuesday! Salt! Salt!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Yeah...yah?
Hawaii--in a word--great. Sun, games, drinks, naps, good-looking men with great tans. Why am I leaving? Now I really get why Manoa went to the trouble to ship her car here.
What a relaxing time I've had. We've laughed, she's cried, and I've been throughly impressed with the bodies of her roommates. Reminds me of Andre in CR, but they speak English all the time and have blonde hair.
Our time has consisted of going to various beaches around the island, drinking on those beaches and playing games (I got a bingo in scrabble spelling "flinger"--one who flings!) til literally the sun goes down and the sand is being whipped at us by the trade winds. We went to this incredible beach that was in From Here to Eternity. Stunning. Small spit of sand on the south side of the island with waves crashing in a like mad and turtles somehow fighting their way in and out. (Granted, I was looking for some eggs to eat!) We went out and did our best to keep our tops on, which was tricky because the waves would spin you around pummel you forward. But then again, I'm not above flashing a bit. Give someone a little thrill I say.
Manoa is unfortuntately a bit under the weather, but she is rallying valiently in an effort to keep me entertained. What a woman. Who by the way has picked up the Hawaii saying of making a statement and saying "yeah?" after it. But is's kinda more like "Ya?" almost European. It's cute, and you can spot the locals by their usage of this. Like the native LA folk who say, "take THE 101 to THE 380."
We are headed back to the north shore today to eat at some place that had such amazing food the first time Manoa went, that she has been afraid to go back out of fear it won't be as good. (I'm serious!) And then we're hoping to beach it a bit and run into someone from Lost who doesn't weigh 400 pounds. (That's the only person from the show that she's seen). She just told me that she thinks he only weighs 250. I don't think she could get a job at Carnival guessing people's weights. Maybe their birthdays.
Oh, and kids--my hair is a struggle. I have started wearing it in a Princess Leia fashion which I think is cute. No one else has said that, but I think they are just jealous they didn't think of it first. The curls will not be contained!!
Have a great day you fine people!
What a relaxing time I've had. We've laughed, she's cried, and I've been throughly impressed with the bodies of her roommates. Reminds me of Andre in CR, but they speak English all the time and have blonde hair.
Our time has consisted of going to various beaches around the island, drinking on those beaches and playing games (I got a bingo in scrabble spelling "flinger"--one who flings!) til literally the sun goes down and the sand is being whipped at us by the trade winds. We went to this incredible beach that was in From Here to Eternity. Stunning. Small spit of sand on the south side of the island with waves crashing in a like mad and turtles somehow fighting their way in and out. (Granted, I was looking for some eggs to eat!) We went out and did our best to keep our tops on, which was tricky because the waves would spin you around pummel you forward. But then again, I'm not above flashing a bit. Give someone a little thrill I say.
Manoa is unfortuntately a bit under the weather, but she is rallying valiently in an effort to keep me entertained. What a woman. Who by the way has picked up the Hawaii saying of making a statement and saying "yeah?" after it. But is's kinda more like "Ya?" almost European. It's cute, and you can spot the locals by their usage of this. Like the native LA folk who say, "take THE 101 to THE 380."
We are headed back to the north shore today to eat at some place that had such amazing food the first time Manoa went, that she has been afraid to go back out of fear it won't be as good. (I'm serious!) And then we're hoping to beach it a bit and run into someone from Lost who doesn't weigh 400 pounds. (That's the only person from the show that she's seen). She just told me that she thinks he only weighs 250. I don't think she could get a job at Carnival guessing people's weights. Maybe their birthdays.
Oh, and kids--my hair is a struggle. I have started wearing it in a Princess Leia fashion which I think is cute. No one else has said that, but I think they are just jealous they didn't think of it first. The curls will not be contained!!
Have a great day you fine people!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
iPod Abbreviated Results
These are the songs I use for working out and more UP kind of things. So it is not a true rep of my iPod--but I was curious to see how it turned out. Kinda like checking the 8 Ball...
How does the world see you?
Push it –Salt and Peppa
Will I have a happy life?
Be Our Guest—Beauty and the Beast
What do my friends really think of me?
Life’s a Show—Buffy the Vampire slayer—the musical (Seriously)
Do people secretly lust after me?
Lithium—Nirvana
How can I make myself happy?
California Dreamin—Mamas and the Papas
What should I do with my life?
Friends in Low Places—Garth Brooks
Will I ever have children?
Another One Bites the Dust—Queen
What is some good advice for me?
U Can’t Touch This—MC Hammer
How will I be remembered?
Its Ur Birthday—50 Cent
What is my signature dancing song?
Crazy Little Thing Called Love--Queen
What do I think my current theme song is?
When You Believe—Whitney and Mariah
What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Satellite—Astro Lounge
What song will play at my funeral?
Crazy--Aerosmith
What type of men do you like?
Crying--Aerosmith
What is my day going to be like?
Give me One Reason—Tracy Chapman
How does the world see you?
Push it –Salt and Peppa
Will I have a happy life?
Be Our Guest—Beauty and the Beast
What do my friends really think of me?
Life’s a Show—Buffy the Vampire slayer—the musical (Seriously)
Do people secretly lust after me?
Lithium—Nirvana
How can I make myself happy?
California Dreamin—Mamas and the Papas
What should I do with my life?
Friends in Low Places—Garth Brooks
Will I ever have children?
Another One Bites the Dust—Queen
What is some good advice for me?
U Can’t Touch This—MC Hammer
How will I be remembered?
Its Ur Birthday—50 Cent
What is my signature dancing song?
Crazy Little Thing Called Love--Queen
What do I think my current theme song is?
When You Believe—Whitney and Mariah
What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Satellite—Astro Lounge
What song will play at my funeral?
Crazy--Aerosmith
What type of men do you like?
Crying--Aerosmith
What is my day going to be like?
Give me One Reason—Tracy Chapman
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