January 28, 2009
I have shared a lot with you already, my internet friends. But I’m going to share some more. My dear childhood friend tagged me on Facebook. So I decided to post it here and have it import to Facebook. I mean, why not? It's not like I still have to post the Wednesday What Is It? or anything.
1. I feel like I’m very awkward and make terrible first impressions. And that I’m a very forgettable person.
2. I am not afraid of you.
3. I feel like most people, especially people I used to drink with, don’t understand why I quit drinking at 19. Sometimes I think they think it’s a way to get attention or a way to make me feel better than other people. Neither is correct. When two drinks can give you a buzz, when you can tell yourself to stop because you are the designated driver, when you throw up and don’t want to drink more, when you don’t crave alcohol all the live-long-day-long, when you remember more than you don’t…when you’re that, any of those, when you’re not me – you can’t understand.
4. Many of my friendships have inexplicably gone sour. Perhaps it is me.
5. In my heart, left to my own devices, I’m a jerk.
6. I dream of staying home with my kids and designing clothes, sewing bags, making jam, and baking.
7. I don't review all of the movies I watch.
8. I am not anti-social. I just don’t go out much.
9. I hold fake conversations with real people in my head.
10. I am tormented by nightmares.
11. If I don’t write something down, I will forget it.
12. I sang Amazing Grace on my dorm balcony one night. I stopped when my friend Mike came out. He asked me to keep singing.
13. I once dated a guy who I think was probably gay, but he just didn’t know it yet. We’d go to raves and he’d ask me to watch him dance.
14. I don’t understand how it’s possible to deny the existence of God once you become a parent.
15. I have never been in a fight, but I have never backed down.
16. I recognize the presence of God in my life everyday, and am ever thankful.
17. I really want to own a bike again. And just go ride whenever I want to. Just take off and ride and feel the wind in my face like I did as a kid.
18. Put up or shut up, I say.
19. I really, really want to add the unlimited data plan to my cell phone. But I can’t bring myself to spend the extra $9.99 a month.
20. I had a folder full of poetry and other nonsense I wrote. I lost it. It makes me sad to think about.
21. My husband and I grew up a world apart. And I’m not just talking CA vs.
22. I feel like I never look my age. And it bothers me.
23. I cannot stand CSI and other junk like that, but I love The First 48.
24. I constantly wait for miracles.
25. I could only choose one: Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies or Jingle Bell Rock. I chose Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies. I was regretful for years.
January 26, 2009
I said, they're. perfectly. fine.
January 22, 2009
This video is of Senator Feinstein opening the inauguration ceremony. My friend, let's call her Merced, can be seen in a white Georgetown beanie at the 1:46 mark.
This is the opening prayer by Pastor Rick Warren. I haven't had the ability to really listen to it yet, but I hear it is great. You can see my friend at about the 3:15 mark. My friend!
January 21, 2009
But the ghostly dream has been bothering me since I first experienced it. It shook me to the core. It awakened my senses. It made me call out to my God. I cannot share it with you here. I don't want to preserve it. I want it to go away. As far away as the east is from the west. I want to be free from that evil.
Two nights ago my son woke up upset. With what I cannot tell. He wanted water. I gave him water. He refused it. He wanted to go downstairs and get new water. No son, not with the images from my ghostly dream still freshly floating in my mind. He wanted to lie down. But he wouldn't. I tried to hold him. But he got mad. It was a long and trying night. My poor, sick baby boy.
Last night I witnessed history. I am not eloquent or intelligent enough to adequately describe to you what I feel. And I only watched it on TV, I cannot imagine what Angelo felt being there in person. Our new president is in office. For certain generations the question is, where were you when JFK was shot? Now we can ask, where were you when Barack Obama took the oath of office? Me? I was sleeping. But I woke up just time to watch him begin his inaugural speech. He is fantastic! I am not speaking of his politics. I am speaking of him. Our 44th president. He is a charismatic speaker, he is intelligent, he is inspiring, he is hope for so many.
I don't write about politics, period. On the local level or national level. I publicly affiliate with no one. I am good at remaining neutral. Mainly because of my job, but also because I prefer sound policies to parties and for most of my life I have been very indifferent to politics in general. But I tell you what, today is an historic day! I wasn't there. But I was changed. I am inspired. I came to work with a renewed energy and sense of service. I'm so excited for what's to come.
Where were you when Barack Obama became the 44th president of the United States of America?
For 5 random points, how many references were made in this post? For 5 more points, name them.
January 20, 2009
I'm a big fan of semi-homemade. Not the show. While I no longer make fun of Sandra Lee, I still don't watch her. I'm a fan of the idea and process of semi-homemade cooking. Take last night's dinner for instance:
January 19, 2009
The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor - I guess I saw the first two? These types of movies aren't really my thang, but whatever. It was entertaining.
Many of us, nay, most of us on Saipan enjoy shoulder pork and ham, better known as SPAM. While living in southern California I would never offer up the fact that I liked SPAM, and no one would ever ask. James still, from time to time, expresses his shock that his wife "is a SPAM eater". To which I so smartly reply, "yeah well, you eat the stuff with the whatever, and yeah..." I like SPAM musubi, SPAM with diced tomatoes and onions, soba with SPAM, scrambled eggs and SPAM, and plain old fried SPAM.
January 17, 2009
January 15, 2009
Still lurking, eh? In order to intice you to get off your butt and press the comment button, I offer you this:
1. I don't like when people say "preggo" or "preggers".
2. I cannot stand the term "parental units".
What about you?
January 14, 2009
I'm asking for all you peeps out there peepin' my blog to come out of the wood work. Despite my gruff exterior, deep down inside I am a fuzzy warm person. I don't bite. Mostly.
If you read me today, leave something to say!
I'm talking to you in Tuscaloosa, Alabama! And you in Laguna Nigel, California! And I'm talking to you in Albany, New York, who recently landed on by blog via a search for "Belly with Cheese"! And you in Germantown, Maryland! And the bagillion people across Europe who search for Deece daily! (Can someone tell me what Deece means?!)
Tell me what you think of the new layout. Let me know if I'm lame or not. Share with me what you had for lunch today. What color underwear are you wearing? You are wearing underwear, right?
Don't be shy. Cause I'm shy, and there just ain't enough room for that much shyness 'round here. Or something like that.
January 13, 2009
What is this thing, coup-pounce? I saw those small rectangular pieces of paper tucked into boxes of Nabisco graham crackers claiming $0.50 off my next purchase of Oreos. But try taking that to the cashier at Happy Market. Yeah, didn't think so. Coo-ponce? A mythical creature, to be sure.
I grew up watching Ni ni ni ni ni nick nick niiiick Nickelodeon and its barrage of commercials claiming no purchase necessary contests to give you and 50 of your friends a slime party with the cast of You Can't Do That On Television. Many will enter, few will win. How about no one will win? How about how can anyone possibly win when the TV tells me it's May 21, 1989, but my calender is claiming the 28th?
When I walked into Best Buy for the first time in December 1998, I was blown away by the sheer number of electronic this-and-thats that I had never heard of, nor known that I now wanted. But how was I iiimean my mom supposed to pay for the astronomical price of a new whatever-it-was-that-I-wanted as well as all of its accessories and warranties? Answer: reeee-bates! Yeah right, you're just pulling my chain. That chain that my then-boyfriend used to have that connected his wallet to his pants. Oh, shut up! You know they were cool - besides, I'm not certain that he really had one of those.
Question of the day: Is it a want or a need?
January 12, 2009
I don't really get hyphenated names. Do you? Let's say two people, both with hyphenated last names, get married? Does the wife hyphenate again? What about when they have kids? Do the kids have hypenated-hyphenated last names?? This is just too much for me to comprehend.
Playing DDR with my nephew Mike.
January 09, 2009
But I really felt like this:
January 08, 2009
2. At one time James went to school at Mt. Sac and had a friend who was at Ball State.
3. I gave my 20-month old son a mohawk over the weekend. My mom says he looks tougher.
January 07, 2009
January 06, 2009
So what? Are you up for the challenge or are you chicken?
January 05, 2009
If only I were neighbors with Mona, then it'd be cold enough to wear it outside and not only inside our air conditioned bedroom.
January 02, 2009
I hope you had a great new year's celebration. Mine was nice enough. I got a charlie horse in my butt at about 8pm, so it was hard to enjoy anything after that. Yes, a ridiculous crazy painful muscle cramp in my butt!
And there's this guy who took a picture of himself every day for 8 years. There's also this guy who took a picture a day for 6 years. And there's this jokester.