Tuesday, May 29, 2007

I'm avoiding doing work,

so I stole this from Odie's blog.

Favorite Color: lime green
Favorite Food: French dip sandwiches
Favorite Month: July
Favorite Song: Such Great Heights by The Postal Service
Favorite Movie: Say Anything
Favorite Sport: SC Football
Favorite Season: summer
Favorite Day of the week: Wednesday
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Banana at Cold Stone
Favorite Time of Day: 2pm

Current Mood: Lazy
Current Taste: Huh?
Current Clothes: jeans and a tee

Current Desktop: Da Vinci
Current Toenail Color: shimmery nude
Current Time: 4:52pm
Current Surroundings: my living room
Current Thoughts: I've got loads of work to do but I don't want to do it

First Best Friend: Jennifer Lopez (not THAT one) in pre-K
First Kiss: 16 years old, on a park bench with my 1st boyfriend...yuck
First Screen Name: yezeniah
First Pet: guinea pig, Squeeky
First Piercing: my ears when I was an infant
First Crush: Richard Hernandez in Kindergarten...he had curly red hair
First CD: The Byrds (I was a hippie)

Last Cigarette: I've never had a whole one, just one puff 2x in my life
Last Drink: iced tea
Last Car Ride: from lunch with a friend
Last Kiss: a few months
Last Movie Seen: 28 Weeks Later
Last Phone Call: a rep at Griffith Park about refunding my money because they no longer allow BBQs at the park
Last CD Played: Wicked

Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: yes, a GUY
Have You Ever Broken the Law: I'm sure I have, speeding and such
Have You Ever Been Arrested: no, I'm not that interesting
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: no, see above
Have You Ever Been on TV: I don't think so
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: yes and I'm still embarrassed

Thing You're Wearing: jeans that are too tight at the belly
Thing You've Done Today: went to lunch with Steven
Thing You Can Hear Right Now: birds chirping
Thing You Can't Live Without: The Internet
Thing You Do When You're Bored: The Internet

my mom's
my apartment
outside to dump the trash
(I really need to get out more)

my sister

1. Black or White: Black
2. Hot or Cold: Hot

Fall in love again.

Monday, May 28, 2007


As if anyone is still reading my boring blah blog, here's a quick update on my life as of late.

I went on my trip to Ireland. BEAUTIFUL. Can't wait to go back. And while the food was not so great (with the exception of a couple of great meals), I was astounded to find that many Irish men have great butts. I'm not a lusty wench, unfortch, but I do appreciate a nice derriere when I see one. And I saw puhlenty in Dublin. I don't know if it's all the potatoes and Guinness, but Irish babies got back.

Made it through another Alumnae Mass/Brunch for my alma mater. Too bad I still have to write the event report and the article for the alum newsletter. Blech, I hate homework.

I raised $1,111 for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation's "Great Strides" walk. Thank you to those of you who sponsored me!

I went to
this cool lounge the other night with some friends. Since I wasn't driving, much, and trying to save some pennies, I decided to harken back to my early college days and get drunk on a dime. I bought a couple of single-serving bottles of Ocean Spray cranberry juice, dumped half in the sink and replaced with Absolut. By the time we got to the lounge, I was buzzing something fierce. I am a lightweight drinker compared to the binge drinking I did at SC and immediately following graduation. But it was nice to just relax and chill with friends and not worry about the fact that I can no longer dance to save my life and that I don't have the same pull I used to. Maybe it's the added wrinkles/pounds/contempt for men, but I just don't get the attention I used to.

Which is why I'm trying eHarmony. Yup. After refusing to date for 2 years (my second such hiatus), I'm giving this site a shot. Let me tell you, it's not for speed daters. It's an excruciatingly slow process, from the preliminary personality questionnaire, which made me head for the hills the first time I tried to take it, to the "guided steps" to matches. It holds you by the hand through the whole process, which normally I'm a huge proponent of, but in this case it's really making it boring. No cruising the site. IT matches you, and IT tells you what questions to ask. Though some are really great questions I gotta say. So anyway, wish me luck. I'm really hoping God has a hand in this website because I feel my eggs and nether regions shriveling at an alarming rate.


So for the first time in my life I actually feel like an illegitimate child.

Yesterday my mom, sister, niece and I went to a surprise party for an old friend of my mother's. This lady, whom we call Aunt, happens to be my father's neighbor. My aunt's older daughter invited us, and the younger one invited my dad and his wife. For those who don't know the story, my dad was married and had his wife and kids in Mexico while he lived another life stateside. When his wife got wind of his other life, she brought her family here, to tame her philandering husband I guess. When my mom found out he was married, she told him to honor his commitment and she'd take care of us on her own. My father thought that was laughable, but was quite comfortable leaving us.

Anyway, all these years, my dad lived with his family, never giving a hoot, or a dime, about my sister and me except for an occasional (every 5 years) attempt to talk to us. Lately, due to certain events in his life, his conscience has really been bugging him. My sister is more open and forgiving than me in general, and honestly I tried being more receptive to my dad. But he's just so annoying and smug, and my general mantra being "Life is too short to spend it with people you dislike," I just can't be bothered with him.

So anyway, back to yesterday. My sister and niece got to the restaurant before us and got the stink eye from my father's wife. When they came out to the parking lot and informed us of the situation, my mom said she didn't want to go in. My mom says even a mistress has to know her place and have dignity. So while we were discussing where to go for brunch, my father came out sproting a huge grin, as is his wont. He asked us why we were leaving. When we told him my mom wouldn't be comfortable, he said, "They can put you in a separate room." :FireyMad:

THIS is exactly the shit that infuriates me about my father. He doesn't seem to think anything of cheating on his wife repeatedly, and then flaunting it in her face. He said not to worry about that, "that" meaning his wife. It's just amazing to me that we, the bastard children, have more respect for his wife than he does. I told him as much and that it's always women that bear the brunt of men's mistakes. My sister said when he turned around, he had tears in his eyes. She didn't know what I was saying to him but once I told her she said that all these years he's been wondering why I won't talk to him. Well, now he knows why I keep my mouth shut around him.

AND, he not only has no respect for his wife, or my mom, he also thinks it's ok for US, his children to be shuttled to a back room like 2nd class citizens. Out of sight out of mind. Well fuck that. I've been tolerating his presence lately for my sister's sake. She knew him as daddy, I didn't. To me, he was always just the strange man who'd come around every so often and make my mom nervous.

Sheesh, if I didn't have daddy issues all these years, I will now. Bastard.