So the radio station that I've listened to most of my life (but not so much in the last few years because I'm an old spaz and I can't handle the music anymore) is doing a Top 10 with a twist this weekend. They've come up with some great lists and I was sooo digging the ones this afternoon. Songs for losers, 1995 (year I graduated high school), Pearl Jam, 1993, they're doing Green Day right now. I live my life in lists. I categorize and sort and re-sort everything into lists. I have my Top 20 Boyfriends List (celebs I *would*), Top 10 Songs to Jam to in the Shower, Top 5 Places to Visit, etc. A few years ago I participated in a circle journal. One of the girls picked music as her theme. Most people did a layout about their favorite song or band. I couldn't narrow it down that way. I made little file folders with lists such as 5 Songs That Remind Me of Boyfriends, Songs to Crank in the Car, Songs to Dance To, I even threw in Religious Songs. Someday I'll have to open up that file in my old computer and see if anything has changed.
I really dig this format. So check out the lists they have planned this weekend.
KROQ TOP 10 WEEKEND
Listen to KROQ today and all weekend long for your Top 10 songs from just about everything, with one top 10 countdown after another. We've got your top 10...
Songs for losers
Songs of 1995
Old School Punk Songs
Beastie Boys songs
Songs from bands that Kevin from Kevin & Bean broke up
Songs of 2001
Cover songs
Pearl Jam songs
Songs to take with you to rehab
Songs of 1993
KROQ songs in Guitar Hero
Green Day Songs
Songs for the ladies
Songs from movies
Songs from 2005
New School Punk songs
Songs by Sublime
Breakup songs
Songs from the crypt
Songs from 1999
Stoner songs
Rage Against The Machine songs
Songs by OC bands
Songs from 2000
Foo Fighter songs
Songs from chicks who rock
Songs from 1990
Grunge songs
Songs about So Cal
Bob Marley songs
Songs from bands who aren't as good as the original
Songs from 2007
Songs for the color blind
Linkin Park Songs
Songs from one hit wonders
Songs from 1992
Guyliner Songs
Offspring Songs
Most annoyng songs
Songs from 2004
Songs from 1998
Road Rage Songs
Electronica songs
Songs from 1991
Songs from 1996
Acoustic songs
311 songs
Songs of 2003
Ska songs
Smashing Pumpkin songs
Songs of 1994
Songs of 2006
Red Hot Chili Pepper Songs
Teabag Songs
Songs of 1997
Shortest Kroq Songs
Anyone care to post their lists?
Friday, February 08, 2008
Friday, December 14, 2007
My blogging hiatus
So I've been doing a fair bit of dating lately. Mostly eHarm. I'll say it again, pickins be slim at my age. Most of the guys I've been out with have been shorter than me with my wedges/boots, and we all know how much I love wearing wedges and boots. Now I know it's shallow to be turned off by short guys, but that's just how my body responds. You can't tell your body how to respond to someone. Now a few years ago I would never even have gone out with guys shorter than 5'10" but realizing that aforementioned pickins are not what they used to be, I've relinquished certain criteria.
I'm thinking now, though, that if I don't even want to touch these guys, how the hell will I ever let them impregnate me? There must be some biological imperative for being attracted to tall guys. I believe tall guys appeal to my pragmatic nature. Por ejemplo, my older nephew is 13 and is about 3 inches taller than me. He has suddenly become very useful around the house. Grabbing the pozole container from the top shelf? No prob when he's around. Someday I'd like to have my own pozole-pot-grabber running around. In the meantime, I'll have to use a stepstool.
Anyway, back to the dating. As many of you, my loyal readers (all 4 of you) know, I've got a very packed schedule and free weekends are rare. I had to have 3 dates in one weekend at one point. It would've been very confusing if I hadn't made little cards for each date. Name, age, occupation, interests, all right there in a concise format. Very handy.
Some memorable tidbits from my recent excursions into being social.
-the cutest guy of the whole lot had to be really dumb and a terrible poet, and he believed 9/11 was a conspiracy by the American government, to what end I didn't even want to ask, and he busted out his camera a the movies to take a myspace pic of us...who does that?
-the one I went out with the most happened to be gay but hadn't realized it yet, too bad too because he was cute, and ballsy
-the tallest of the bunch was a little too intense and left a weird voice mail on my cell, like psycho-killer weird
I hate to sound picky and bitchy, but I guess that's really what I am. I just want to meet someone who will actually make me want to shave my legs.
In other news, I went to my coworker's Xmas party last weekend and got completely hammered. Even got emo over karaoke. Hadn't had fun like that in years. And thankfully didn't puke, cry, or have a hang-over.
I also went to KROQ's Almost Acoustic Christmas. Spoon, Feist, Silversun Pickups, The Shins, The Killers, Modest Mouse, Jimmy Eat World, and Muse. Seriously the best line up ever. AND we weren't even the oldest people there. Nice.
Went to a sexual harrassment class, the whole time thinking of a coworker years ago who was a vicious sexual harrasser of my nubile younger self. Then realized it's not sexual harrassment if you like it. That very afternoon after the class, I ran into Sexual Harrasser, who immediately pinched me. Sigh. Now there's a guy I'd shave my legs for.
Also been working out. A lot. But still not losing as much weight as I'd like so after Mexico I'm getting a trainer for my ass.
And last, decided to go to Chicago for a scrapping thing, but the event sounds pretty lame and more expensive so I'm just going to be a tourist with my friends.
I doubt I'll write again before the new year, so hope everyone has a great Christmas and an exciting NYE. ;) I'll be praying the rosary in the freezing cold in the Mexican desert.
Peace out.
I'm thinking now, though, that if I don't even want to touch these guys, how the hell will I ever let them impregnate me? There must be some biological imperative for being attracted to tall guys. I believe tall guys appeal to my pragmatic nature. Por ejemplo, my older nephew is 13 and is about 3 inches taller than me. He has suddenly become very useful around the house. Grabbing the pozole container from the top shelf? No prob when he's around. Someday I'd like to have my own pozole-pot-grabber running around. In the meantime, I'll have to use a stepstool.
Anyway, back to the dating. As many of you, my loyal readers (all 4 of you) know, I've got a very packed schedule and free weekends are rare. I had to have 3 dates in one weekend at one point. It would've been very confusing if I hadn't made little cards for each date. Name, age, occupation, interests, all right there in a concise format. Very handy.
Some memorable tidbits from my recent excursions into being social.
-the cutest guy of the whole lot had to be really dumb and a terrible poet, and he believed 9/11 was a conspiracy by the American government, to what end I didn't even want to ask, and he busted out his camera a the movies to take a myspace pic of us...who does that?
-the one I went out with the most happened to be gay but hadn't realized it yet, too bad too because he was cute, and ballsy
-the tallest of the bunch was a little too intense and left a weird voice mail on my cell, like psycho-killer weird
I hate to sound picky and bitchy, but I guess that's really what I am. I just want to meet someone who will actually make me want to shave my legs.
In other news, I went to my coworker's Xmas party last weekend and got completely hammered. Even got emo over karaoke. Hadn't had fun like that in years. And thankfully didn't puke, cry, or have a hang-over.
I also went to KROQ's Almost Acoustic Christmas. Spoon, Feist, Silversun Pickups, The Shins, The Killers, Modest Mouse, Jimmy Eat World, and Muse. Seriously the best line up ever. AND we weren't even the oldest people there. Nice.
Went to a sexual harrassment class, the whole time thinking of a coworker years ago who was a vicious sexual harrasser of my nubile younger self. Then realized it's not sexual harrassment if you like it. That very afternoon after the class, I ran into Sexual Harrasser, who immediately pinched me. Sigh. Now there's a guy I'd shave my legs for.
Also been working out. A lot. But still not losing as much weight as I'd like so after Mexico I'm getting a trainer for my ass.
And last, decided to go to Chicago for a scrapping thing, but the event sounds pretty lame and more expensive so I'm just going to be a tourist with my friends.
I doubt I'll write again before the new year, so hope everyone has a great Christmas and an exciting NYE. ;) I'll be praying the rosary in the freezing cold in the Mexican desert.
Peace out.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
PSA
My favorite patient Shirley posted this on her myspace blog and I thought it was so good I just have to post it here. See why I love this kid?
Why some people have CF - sorry to the normal people
Current mood: optimistic
"Ok, a lot of people ask me why people have CF or how you get CF so I am just going to post this to let everyone know.
Some people are born so cool and awesome in everyway possible that in order to even it out and make it fair for everyone else in the world these people are forced to deal with this disease. It comes from the same gene that makes them all so cool. The gene used to be normal but when the body realizes how special these individuals are and how much they would rule the world and everyone in it, the gene is altered so that these special few don't have such an advantage over the "normal people" of this world. While it is still obvious that these people are so extraordinary they are kept in check by the daily routine of Nebulizers, Physio, Vest Therapy, Pills, and whatever else is required. The average life expectancy at this point is about 30-35 which explains why the age to become President of the United States is 35 and the only reason they made that the minimum age is because if the age was any younger everyone of the U.S. Presidents would of been individuals with CF because everyone admires them so much and realizes they are so much better than anyone else in the world.
Another major reason people have CF is not only cause they are so cool and awesome, but because they are also so hot and sexy. Again since it wasn't fair to the general public that these people be so damn hot and sexy they were given CF which makes them cough up green chunks and other things which aren't usually related to sexiness in order to try and tone down their individual sexiness, however this does not seem to work all that well because everyone knows that those with CF are still the hottest people around.
Ok I hope this answers many of your questions out there, if not then either you will never understand, or you are just jealous and in denial about yourself not being able to be so cool and sexy enough to have CF. I feel sorry for all you "normal people" out there... I just don't know how you deal with it sometimes."
Why some people have CF - sorry to the normal people
Current mood: optimistic
"Ok, a lot of people ask me why people have CF or how you get CF so I am just going to post this to let everyone know.
Some people are born so cool and awesome in everyway possible that in order to even it out and make it fair for everyone else in the world these people are forced to deal with this disease. It comes from the same gene that makes them all so cool. The gene used to be normal but when the body realizes how special these individuals are and how much they would rule the world and everyone in it, the gene is altered so that these special few don't have such an advantage over the "normal people" of this world. While it is still obvious that these people are so extraordinary they are kept in check by the daily routine of Nebulizers, Physio, Vest Therapy, Pills, and whatever else is required. The average life expectancy at this point is about 30-35 which explains why the age to become President of the United States is 35 and the only reason they made that the minimum age is because if the age was any younger everyone of the U.S. Presidents would of been individuals with CF because everyone admires them so much and realizes they are so much better than anyone else in the world.
Another major reason people have CF is not only cause they are so cool and awesome, but because they are also so hot and sexy. Again since it wasn't fair to the general public that these people be so damn hot and sexy they were given CF which makes them cough up green chunks and other things which aren't usually related to sexiness in order to try and tone down their individual sexiness, however this does not seem to work all that well because everyone knows that those with CF are still the hottest people around.
Ok I hope this answers many of your questions out there, if not then either you will never understand, or you are just jealous and in denial about yourself not being able to be so cool and sexy enough to have CF. I feel sorry for all you "normal people" out there... I just don't know how you deal with it sometimes."
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Shooting myself in the foot
So last night I was at work for a retirement party for one of my coworkers. I had some bulky items for the potluck so I parked in the visitors parking to minimize my walking. The party ended about 9:30, I got in the main elevator with a bunch of people, one of whom was a tall guy. I noticed because most of the visitors were short. Anyway, I had forgotten that I didn't park in the employee parking across the street, so I walked outside (past the tall dude waiting by the visitor parking elevator) and then remembered and walked back into the lobby.
I waited with tall dude and then a family came. Tall dude got into the elevator first without pushing a button, which set off alarms in my head. I pressed my button and the family did also. I pulled out my phone for safety, the family got off on the first stop, so it was just tall dude and me. I stayed in the elevator until he got out and had walked away a bit. Since my car was the first space by the elevator, I was able to get in knowing tall dude was pretty far off, so I felt an attack was unlikely.
I'm pulling out of the space and suddenly there's tall dude at my window talking to me. So now I'm scared because I'd put my phone back in my bag and there was no one down there with us. My car was still moving so I cracked my window an inch and bellowed out, "Can I help you?" He asked if I spoke Spanish and I said I did and asked what he needed (and the words I used in Spanish were kinda rude). He said that he figured he may as well dare to tell me that I was very beautiful and if I was married. I said thank you and he asked if I was visiting a sick child and I replied that I worked there. He got really embarrassed and apologized and walked away.
Now here's the thing of it, turns out tall dude was just my type, tall, thin, dark, and he was kinda cute. And I'm always wondering why things like that don't happen to me, guys approaching me without cheesy "How you doing baby?" lines. But I was so on the defense against getting attacked, I practically barked at this dude, basically shooting myself in the foot.
Then again, I may very well have averted an attack by being so belligerent. I'll never know.
I waited with tall dude and then a family came. Tall dude got into the elevator first without pushing a button, which set off alarms in my head. I pressed my button and the family did also. I pulled out my phone for safety, the family got off on the first stop, so it was just tall dude and me. I stayed in the elevator until he got out and had walked away a bit. Since my car was the first space by the elevator, I was able to get in knowing tall dude was pretty far off, so I felt an attack was unlikely.
I'm pulling out of the space and suddenly there's tall dude at my window talking to me. So now I'm scared because I'd put my phone back in my bag and there was no one down there with us. My car was still moving so I cracked my window an inch and bellowed out, "Can I help you?" He asked if I spoke Spanish and I said I did and asked what he needed (and the words I used in Spanish were kinda rude). He said that he figured he may as well dare to tell me that I was very beautiful and if I was married. I said thank you and he asked if I was visiting a sick child and I replied that I worked there. He got really embarrassed and apologized and walked away.
Now here's the thing of it, turns out tall dude was just my type, tall, thin, dark, and he was kinda cute. And I'm always wondering why things like that don't happen to me, guys approaching me without cheesy "How you doing baby?" lines. But I was so on the defense against getting attacked, I practically barked at this dude, basically shooting myself in the foot.
Then again, I may very well have averted an attack by being so belligerent. I'll never know.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
A funny blurb...
So I posted this on one of my message boards, thought I'd post it here since I've been remiss in my blogging duties. Here's a choice excerpt from a guy's profile on Catholic Singles. I guess it's pretty chicken shit of me to be posting it for giggles, but hey, we all need a good laugh sometimes right?
Grammar and spelling issues aside, it's kinda funny.
What it means to me to be a Catholic and/or my most significant religious experience: It's something spiritual I was grovin up with as a kid & on, I did not have a choice,my parents took me to church in Slovakia after birth& baptize me good people back home,not like here this circus maximus.
About Me: I'm simple& practical positive responsible man European-Slovak nat.origin live&work here pay taxes &etc..Honesty,integrity&loyalty are my character personalyties.Love nature,science&tech.,hiking & travel,oceans beaches,picnics&camping,all kinds of foods fruits&veggies&icecream too.I like to share things,smile,happynes food&simple things havin fun Be romantic&lovin hugs&kisses or just going crazy bananas with some special lady.I work hard&smart always mooving positively optimisticly forward.I do not like Greedy selfish shalowmindet selfobserv poison people who do not give enything back,all they do is take.
What am I looking for: Specialy nice&simple personaly,emoutionaly& mentaly stable&secure,working&independent ,good sence humor withy&inteligents romantic&funlover, cute& sexy solemate Lady to share my life with.
My ideal first date might be: Let's meet in publicly open place like caffe shop or a restaurant not too noizy for a good comunication-talking&observing geting to know each other better.
Grammar and spelling issues aside, it's kinda funny.
What it means to me to be a Catholic and/or my most significant religious experience: It's something spiritual I was grovin up with as a kid & on, I did not have a choice,my parents took me to church in Slovakia after birth& baptize me good people back home,not like here this circus maximus.
About Me: I'm simple& practical positive responsible man European-Slovak nat.origin live&work here pay taxes &etc..Honesty,integrity&loyalty are my character personalyties.Love nature,science&tech.,hiking & travel,oceans beaches,picnics&camping,all kinds of foods fruits&veggies&icecream too.I like to share things,smile,happynes food&simple things havin fun Be romantic&lovin hugs&kisses or just going crazy bananas with some special lady.I work hard&smart always mooving positively optimisticly forward.I do not like Greedy selfish shalowmindet selfobserv poison people who do not give enything back,all they do is take.
What am I looking for: Specialy nice&simple personaly,emoutionaly& mentaly stable&secure,working&independent ,good sence humor withy&inteligents romantic&funlover, cute& sexy solemate Lady to share my life with.
My ideal first date might be: Let's meet in publicly open place like caffe shop or a restaurant not too noizy for a good comunication-talking&observing geting to know each other better.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Hoofing it
Went hiking yesterday and damn nearly died. Our 3 hour adventure took us up behind the Hollywood sign and back down. At one point, we had views of Hollywood to our left and Burbank to our right. We were straddling two cities.
I am now in some pain, but not as much as I had anticipated due to the 2 Aleve I popped late last night.
It was fun though, but never hike with a 24 year old athlete, you're just asking for trouble. At times I felt like pelting my coworker Trish with the many rocks readily available on the trails. Three of us were dying hiking up the mountain, and there she was doing jumping jacks and literally running circles around us.
Anyway, we bonded and made her hike farther than she's ever gone (at that locale anyway) and she rewarded us by treating us to Gatorade. Nothing too good for us.
I am now in some pain, but not as much as I had anticipated due to the 2 Aleve I popped late last night.
It was fun though, but never hike with a 24 year old athlete, you're just asking for trouble. At times I felt like pelting my coworker Trish with the many rocks readily available on the trails. Three of us were dying hiking up the mountain, and there she was doing jumping jacks and literally running circles around us.
Anyway, we bonded and made her hike farther than she's ever gone (at that locale anyway) and she rewarded us by treating us to Gatorade. Nothing too good for us.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
My slim-down effort continues...
Went walking in Griffith Park today. I am now sore everywhere and cursing my wretched body but I'll keep going. Anything to fit into my pants.
And some of my coworkers and I will be hiking in the Hollywood Hills on Monday morning after work. That should be fun.
And some of my coworkers and I will be hiking in the Hollywood Hills on Monday morning after work. That should be fun.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Cardio
I actually went to the gym today and God granted me the favor of not letting me die of a heart attack.
Don't know why I stayed away so long.
Don't know why I stayed away so long.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Giving up...
on eHarmony. I cancelled the damn thing. It sucks. I got more than 100 matches, none of whom I have anything in common with.
But on prompting from my scrapping friends, I have rejoined Catholic Singles. Too bad I can't really write a decent description of myself. Every time I start, nothing but meanness seems to come out. I'm sabotaging myself. Or maybe I'm just at a point where honesty just seeps out, and I really am a mean, bitter person. Oh and the fact that I just don't seem very Catholic anymore, what with my rants against the Church's leadership, just makes it a bit tricky to make myself out to be the nice Catholic girl anymore.
On a more optimistic note, I've joined some local walking/hiking groups on Meetup in the hopes of getting in shape. Afterall, the 100+ guys on eHarmony asking whether I work out or not is a telling sign that they think I may be fat. And here I'd been hoping I'd dazzle everyone with my big knockers.
But on prompting from my scrapping friends, I have rejoined Catholic Singles. Too bad I can't really write a decent description of myself. Every time I start, nothing but meanness seems to come out. I'm sabotaging myself. Or maybe I'm just at a point where honesty just seeps out, and I really am a mean, bitter person. Oh and the fact that I just don't seem very Catholic anymore, what with my rants against the Church's leadership, just makes it a bit tricky to make myself out to be the nice Catholic girl anymore.
On a more optimistic note, I've joined some local walking/hiking groups on Meetup in the hopes of getting in shape. Afterall, the 100+ guys on eHarmony asking whether I work out or not is a telling sign that they think I may be fat. And here I'd been hoping I'd dazzle everyone with my big knockers.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Ten Things I Think Make Me a Cool Girlfriend:
Thinking of posting this on all my future dating profiles. LMK what you think.
1. I love low-brow humor a la Will Ferrell and Steve Carrel movies.
2. I don’t care about anniversaries or Valentine’s Day, at least not in terms of gifts.
3. If I do have a gift coming to me, like a birthday or Christmas gift, you can safely bet that I will make obvious what I specifically want so no guessing is involved.
4. I don’t care if a guy is obsessed with sports, so long as I don’t have to join him.
5. Feel free to have guy time, even if it involves going to an occasional strip joint…lookie lookie no touchy touchy is my motto.
6. I won’t make a guy see a chick flick with me, that’s what mothers and girlfriends are for.
7. I’ll laugh at stupid jokes.
8. I don’t need to see or talk to a guy everyday.
9. If I’m upset, I don’t like to talk about feelings. Just leave me alone for a bit and I’ll get over it, or break up with you.
10. I don’t wear expensive jewelry so a big bag of sour candy scores mega points.
1. I love low-brow humor a la Will Ferrell and Steve Carrel movies.
2. I don’t care about anniversaries or Valentine’s Day, at least not in terms of gifts.
3. If I do have a gift coming to me, like a birthday or Christmas gift, you can safely bet that I will make obvious what I specifically want so no guessing is involved.
4. I don’t care if a guy is obsessed with sports, so long as I don’t have to join him.
5. Feel free to have guy time, even if it involves going to an occasional strip joint…lookie lookie no touchy touchy is my motto.
6. I won’t make a guy see a chick flick with me, that’s what mothers and girlfriends are for.
7. I’ll laugh at stupid jokes.
8. I don’t need to see or talk to a guy everyday.
9. If I’m upset, I don’t like to talk about feelings. Just leave me alone for a bit and I’ll get over it, or break up with you.
10. I don’t wear expensive jewelry so a big bag of sour candy scores mega points.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Ugh
I hate eHarmony.
I really didn't think I was this undesireable.
I should just buy a cat now and get it over with.
I really didn't think I was this undesireable.
I should just buy a cat now and get it over with.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I'm avoiding doing work,
so I stole this from Odie's blog.
10 FAVORITES
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
9 CURRENTS
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
8 FIRSTS
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)
7 LASTS
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
6 HAVE YOU EVERS
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
5 THINGS
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
4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY
BJ's
my mom's
my apartment
outside to dump the trash
(I really need to get out more)
3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO
my sister
Yvette
Gracie
2 CHOICES
1. Black or White: Black
2. Hot or Cold: Hot
1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Fall in love again.
10 FAVORITES
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
9 CURRENTS
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
8 FIRSTS
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)
7 LASTS
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
6 HAVE YOU EVERS
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
5 THINGS
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
4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY
BJ's
my mom's
my apartment
outside to dump the trash
(I really need to get out more)
3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO
my sister
Yvette
Gracie
2 CHOICES
1. Black or White: Black
2. Hot or Cold: Hot
1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Fall in love again.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Update
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.
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.
Bastards
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.
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.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Scrappers...check this out...
My friends Bucket and April are running a Team in Training marathon for the Lymphoma and Leukemia Society in June. Our friend Colleen is hosting a raffle on her blog to help bring in some donations to Bucket and April's fundraising efforts. Click HERE for details.
Lots o' fundraising going on lately.
I'm pretty happy to report that my own fundraising efforts are going well. So far I'm at $796 for the Great Strides Walk benefitting the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. A HUGE thank you to those of you who have donated. It is greatly appreciated!
For those of you who haven't donated, it's not too late! ANY amount at all is a help. Por ejemplo, someone could donate $4 and round out that pesky $6 in the amount above. Click HERE to help end Cystic Fibrosis.
Lots o' fundraising going on lately.
I'm pretty happy to report that my own fundraising efforts are going well. So far I'm at $796 for the Great Strides Walk benefitting the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. A HUGE thank you to those of you who have donated. It is greatly appreciated!
For those of you who haven't donated, it's not too late! ANY amount at all is a help. Por ejemplo, someone could donate $4 and round out that pesky $6 in the amount above. Click HERE to help end Cystic Fibrosis.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Because you like me...
You will sponsor my Great Strides walk for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. Most of you, my loyal readers, have received or will soon receive my email soliciting your donations for this worthy cause. Please click HERE to go to my fundraising page.
Thank you in advance for your support. You all know what my Sixty Five Roses kids mean to me. ...y
Monday, April 02, 2007
* WARNING * If you're a wee bit too culturally sensitive, do not read this.
Since my life is so devoid of anything exciting and my brain has shriveled to the size of a pea, I'll post this forward my friend Yvette sent me. Gave me a chuckle, so I'm dedicating this to those who might understand it...Norma, Bucket, Jenn, Odie. You are my homies. ;)
Check your Mexican status...
If you can run and play any sport while wearing chanclas....Mexican status!!
If your late Tio left you a van and you turned it into a taco vending business, Yes, you're a Mexican.
If you pronounce words beginning with the letter "S" byputting an "E" in front of it, (estop instead of stop), big timeMexican.
If you call a chair, a sher, you got it.... Mexican.
If you have ever hurt yourself and your mamacita rubbed thearea while chanting, " Sana, Sana, Colita de rana....." You're Mexican, big time.
If you have your last name in old English lettering anywhere on your car, truck, or tattooed on your back. Yes, you ARE aMexican (proud one too).
If you refer to your wife as your ruca, your hina, yourwifa, your old lady, or your vieja, guess what? Not only are you aMexican, you're a cholo.
If you throw a "Grito" every time you hear Vicente Fernandez, then not only are you a Mexican, but you are a drunk Mexican.
If you have ever been pinched in church and been told "pobrecito de ti si lloras" or "Vas a ver ahorrita que salgamos." Yes,you're definitely a Mexican.
If you grew up scared of La Llorona, or fear the darkbecause of El CuCuy! Yes! Mexican!
Si te persinas with a lotto ticket in your hand before every drawing. You're in the Mexican Zone!!!
If you ask for something by "dame esa chingadera" instead of calling it by its name. Yup! Mexican!
If you constantly refer to cereal as "con fleys" or cake as"kay-ke". You're a Mexican.
If you use manteca instead of vegetable oil and can't figureout why your butt is getting bigger......You might be a Mexican.
If you have some Tias that dress up in their prom dresses to go to a birthday party at "el parque". You are a Mexican.
If most of the houses on your block are painted brightpink, mint green, and lavender. Mexican.
If you're congested and your mamasita rubbed "Bicks".You're Mexican.
IF YOU DON'T NEED ANY EXPLANATIONS FOR ANY OF THE ABOVE,YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A TRUE MEXICAN. VIVA LA RAZA!!!
You know you're laughing your head off. It's all in fun, so don't get all "adoloridos." Just pass it on so another Mexican can laugh too.
Check your Mexican status...
If you can run and play any sport while wearing chanclas....Mexican status!!
If your late Tio left you a van and you turned it into a taco vending business, Yes, you're a Mexican.
If you pronounce words beginning with the letter "S" byputting an "E" in front of it, (estop instead of stop), big timeMexican.
If you call a chair, a sher, you got it.... Mexican.
If you have ever hurt yourself and your mamacita rubbed thearea while chanting, " Sana, Sana, Colita de rana....." You're Mexican, big time.
If you have your last name in old English lettering anywhere on your car, truck, or tattooed on your back. Yes, you ARE aMexican (proud one too).
If you refer to your wife as your ruca, your hina, yourwifa, your old lady, or your vieja, guess what? Not only are you aMexican, you're a cholo.
If you throw a "Grito" every time you hear Vicente Fernandez, then not only are you a Mexican, but you are a drunk Mexican.
If you have ever been pinched in church and been told "pobrecito de ti si lloras" or "Vas a ver ahorrita que salgamos." Yes,you're definitely a Mexican.
If you grew up scared of La Llorona, or fear the darkbecause of El CuCuy! Yes! Mexican!
Si te persinas with a lotto ticket in your hand before every drawing. You're in the Mexican Zone!!!
If you ask for something by "dame esa chingadera" instead of calling it by its name. Yup! Mexican!
If you constantly refer to cereal as "con fleys" or cake as"kay-ke". You're a Mexican.
If you use manteca instead of vegetable oil and can't figureout why your butt is getting bigger......You might be a Mexican.
If you have some Tias that dress up in their prom dresses to go to a birthday party at "el parque". You are a Mexican.
If most of the houses on your block are painted brightpink, mint green, and lavender. Mexican.
If you're congested and your mamasita rubbed "Bicks".You're Mexican.
IF YOU DON'T NEED ANY EXPLANATIONS FOR ANY OF THE ABOVE,YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A TRUE MEXICAN. VIVA LA RAZA!!!
You know you're laughing your head off. It's all in fun, so don't get all "adoloridos." Just pass it on so another Mexican can laugh too.
This is what happens when one is bored...
Got this from my friend Maricar. Like it better than most of those "getting to know you" forwards.
Here are some questions for the people who are a little more mature... (as if these are mature at all...but hey if you're bored...HAVE AT IT!)
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Rent, followed closely by my landline phone bill because I don't even use the phone and can't fathom why I pay $70 a month...rat bastards
2. What's the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
I just don't think dinner can be romantic. Then again, I'm not much of a romantic.
6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Napping on a beach in Greece
7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
A mom, an archeaologist, interior designer
8. How many colleges did you attend?
One
9. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
It's soft and shows off my bodacious tatas
10. GAS PRICES! First thought?
Good thing I don't drive much
11. If you could vacation anywhere and take someone with you, where would you go?
Greece, not sure whom I'd take...anyone who wants to go I suppose
12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
Motherfucker!! but it was at 3pm
13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
I should have gone to sleep earlier
14. Favorite style of underwear?
Boyshorts!
15. Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex?
Boxers or boxer-briefs
16. What errand/chore do you despise?
Cleaning the fridge
17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?
Yes, at my alma mater and a literacy program
18. Get up early or sleep in?
Sleep in
19. What is your favorite cartoon character?
Brainy Smurf
20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with your significant other?
It's been so long since I've had one...but I really liked falling asleep on the couch
21. A secret that you wouldn't mind everyone knowing?
I've got a mad crush on a British blogger who is absolute trash
22. When did you first start feeling old?
When I stopped recognizing songs on KROQ and thought they were too loud
23. Favorite 80's movie?
Say Anything
24. Your favorite lunch meat?
Roast beef
25. What do you get every time you go into Costco/Sam's Club?
Batteries and soymilk
26. Beach or lake?
Lake
27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
No, but I do think it's generally taken far too lightly
28. Who do you stalk on MySpace?
No one really, but I stalk aforementioned blogger
29. Favorite guilty pleasure?
Banana ice cream with caramel at Cold Stone
30. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?
Boogie Nights
31. What's your drink?
As of late, water...fortified drink would be Amaretto Sour
32. Who from high school would you like to run into?
Maybe my old buddy William
33. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
Movin 93 or KROQ, I don't recall
34. What is a rumor that someone has spread about you?
No one spreads rumors about me, everyone knows I'm boring. Someone in college once told people I was pregnant. I was probably just bloated.
35. The Cosby Show or the Simpson'?
Cosby Show...I wanted to be a Huxtable (sp?)
36. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?
The way I broke up with someone. But I suppose it might have been uglier/more painful any other way.
37. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?
I don't sit across from anyone really. There is only one person at work I can't stand, but she usually crawls off into her rat's nest so I don't have to see her much.
38. If you could get away with it, who would you kill?
Child molestors
Here are some questions for the people who are a little more mature... (as if these are mature at all...but hey if you're bored...HAVE AT IT!)
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Rent, followed closely by my landline phone bill because I don't even use the phone and can't fathom why I pay $70 a month...rat bastards
2. What's the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
I just don't think dinner can be romantic. Then again, I'm not much of a romantic.
6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Napping on a beach in Greece
7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
A mom, an archeaologist, interior designer
8. How many colleges did you attend?
One
9. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
It's soft and shows off my bodacious tatas
10. GAS PRICES! First thought?
Good thing I don't drive much
11. If you could vacation anywhere and take someone with you, where would you go?
Greece, not sure whom I'd take...anyone who wants to go I suppose
12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
Motherfucker!! but it was at 3pm
13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
I should have gone to sleep earlier
14. Favorite style of underwear?
Boyshorts!
15. Favorite style of underwear for the opposite sex?
Boxers or boxer-briefs
16. What errand/chore do you despise?
Cleaning the fridge
17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer?
Yes, at my alma mater and a literacy program
18. Get up early or sleep in?
Sleep in
19. What is your favorite cartoon character?
Brainy Smurf
20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with your significant other?
It's been so long since I've had one...but I really liked falling asleep on the couch
21. A secret that you wouldn't mind everyone knowing?
I've got a mad crush on a British blogger who is absolute trash
22. When did you first start feeling old?
When I stopped recognizing songs on KROQ and thought they were too loud
23. Favorite 80's movie?
Say Anything
24. Your favorite lunch meat?
Roast beef
25. What do you get every time you go into Costco/Sam's Club?
Batteries and soymilk
26. Beach or lake?
Lake
27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
No, but I do think it's generally taken far too lightly
28. Who do you stalk on MySpace?
No one really, but I stalk aforementioned blogger
29. Favorite guilty pleasure?
Banana ice cream with caramel at Cold Stone
30. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?
Boogie Nights
31. What's your drink?
As of late, water...fortified drink would be Amaretto Sour
32. Who from high school would you like to run into?
Maybe my old buddy William
33. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
Movin 93 or KROQ, I don't recall
34. What is a rumor that someone has spread about you?
No one spreads rumors about me, everyone knows I'm boring. Someone in college once told people I was pregnant. I was probably just bloated.
35. The Cosby Show or the Simpson'?
Cosby Show...I wanted to be a Huxtable (sp?)
36. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?
The way I broke up with someone. But I suppose it might have been uglier/more painful any other way.
37. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?
I don't sit across from anyone really. There is only one person at work I can't stand, but she usually crawls off into her rat's nest so I don't have to see her much.
38. If you could get away with it, who would you kill?
Child molestors
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
New pics by Toni
So I'd been jonesing for a new picture for my blog and to commemorate my latest milestone, joining the Dirty Thirties Club, though I was dirtier as an adolescent than I am now but I digress...Toni graciously granted my wish. Here I am with short hair and blue bra strap showing.
Yeah, that's how I roll.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Now, A True Spinster
So the big birthday came and went with no depression on my part. In fact, I had a run of happy days around my birthday. No work for 10 days, went to Disneyland, saw Wicked, got a short haircut, went to the newly renovated Griffith Observatory, had some Thai food, went to a couple meetings (ok that wasn't that much fun), went out with friends, did laundry and cleaned out my closet.
So that list is pretty lame, but I kept myself so busy that I didn't get my usual bout of depression around my birthday, and certainly not the nervous breakdown I thought I might have.
And my awesome friends had planned to send me to Ireland for my birthday, but since I beat them to it they gave me the cash for spending money and a guide to Ireland. Aren't my girls the best?!?
So that list is pretty lame, but I kept myself so busy that I didn't get my usual bout of depression around my birthday, and certainly not the nervous breakdown I thought I might have.
And my awesome friends had planned to send me to Ireland for my birthday, but since I beat them to it they gave me the cash for spending money and a guide to Ireland. Aren't my girls the best?!?
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