Yes, I made this. I are teh talented.
I have no idea who painted the original artwork though so technically I just stole some photos from google search and put them all together for comparison. Boy was that not an interesting anecdote.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
My Super Heroes
MY HEROES!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I made this. I are teh talented.
I have no idea who painted the original artwork though so technically I just stole some photos from google search and put them all together for comparison. Boy was that not an interesting anecdote.
Yes, I made this. I are teh talented.
I have no idea who painted the original artwork though so technically I just stole some photos from google search and put them all together for comparison. Boy was that not an interesting anecdote.
"YES WE CAN!!" That is, if you can hear the speech....
AIM conversation - names changed to protect identity lol
me: hi
friend: hey
me: yes we can!
friend: WOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!
me: I'm so pissed though
friend: why?
me: Al has his friend here who voted McCain
friend: ew
friend: gross
friend: tell him its time to go home
me: and he's all drunk and TOTALLY RUINED me listening to the speech Obama gave
friend: see?
friend: immaturity
me: I'm still mad about it because I wanted to listen and be all emotional and feel the hope for our nation but NO
friend: im sorry
me: I have to hear nasty comments about a black guy being pres over a catholic guy like WTF who cares if someone is fucking Catholic
me: and he is STIL LHERE
me: I just did tell him to go home
friend: i watched his speech at the campaign office next door to where i live
me: I'm like - why the hell is he still pouring himself drinks
friend: tell him to go to war then
friend: haha
me: I asked him - is that another alcoholic bevereage?
me: and he's like hell yeah
friend: gross
me: and I'm like well, I want to go to bed
friend: sounds like a real winner
me: and he's like "so go to bed"
me: WTF!
me: it's my house!
friend: disrespectful
friend: kick his ass the fuck outta here
me: I said I also wanted to not have company anymore and have the house to myself - it's a work night, babies get up during the night and early in the morning
me: not to mention I wanted to enjoy the victory with Al and not be all weird and polite about it with a McCain supporter in my house
me: I'm so fucking mad
me: this is such an important night and my experience of it was ruined
me: and Al never kicks him out
friend: tomorrow is another day
me: Todd never fucking leaves - he stays and stays
friend: well make him kick him out
friend: oh its todd
friend: haha
friend: that real tall guy?
me: he's stayed over night sometimes and still stayed all day and until the next evening
me: yes
me: it's him
me: he does this
friend: ask him if he's ever felt that he's worn out his welcome
me: when Al said he was coming over with him after he voted I was not happy about it
me: I knew it was a bad idea
friend: ugh
friend: im sorry dude
friend: that blows
me: and it was
me: Al is gonna get it from me
me: he doesn't ever kick him out until it just gets really bad
me: so I did it today
me: he's still drinking up there but I had to leave the room
me: I try so hard to be a good host and not be a bitch but damn
me: sorry I'm ranting to you
friend: its ok
friend: its your house and you have babies
me: it's like having Rush Limbaugh talking during your wedding vows
friend: HAHAHA
friend: damn
me: hi
friend: hey
me: yes we can!
friend: WOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!
me: I'm so pissed though
friend: why?
me: Al has his friend here who voted McCain
friend: ew
friend: gross
friend: tell him its time to go home
me: and he's all drunk and TOTALLY RUINED me listening to the speech Obama gave
friend: see?
friend: immaturity
me: I'm still mad about it because I wanted to listen and be all emotional and feel the hope for our nation but NO
friend: im sorry
me: I have to hear nasty comments about a black guy being pres over a catholic guy like WTF who cares if someone is fucking Catholic
me: and he is STIL LHERE
me: I just did tell him to go home
friend: i watched his speech at the campaign office next door to where i live
me: I'm like - why the hell is he still pouring himself drinks
friend: tell him to go to war then
friend: haha
me: I asked him - is that another alcoholic bevereage?
me: and he's like hell yeah
friend: gross
me: and I'm like well, I want to go to bed
friend: sounds like a real winner
me: and he's like "so go to bed"
me: WTF!
me: it's my house!
friend: disrespectful
friend: kick his ass the fuck outta here
me: I said I also wanted to not have company anymore and have the house to myself - it's a work night, babies get up during the night and early in the morning
me: not to mention I wanted to enjoy the victory with Al and not be all weird and polite about it with a McCain supporter in my house
me: I'm so fucking mad
me: this is such an important night and my experience of it was ruined
me: and Al never kicks him out
friend: tomorrow is another day
me: Todd never fucking leaves - he stays and stays
friend: well make him kick him out
friend: oh its todd
friend: haha
friend: that real tall guy?
me: he's stayed over night sometimes and still stayed all day and until the next evening
me: yes
me: it's him
me: he does this
friend: ask him if he's ever felt that he's worn out his welcome
me: when Al said he was coming over with him after he voted I was not happy about it
me: I knew it was a bad idea
friend: ugh
friend: im sorry dude
friend: that blows
me: and it was
me: Al is gonna get it from me
me: he doesn't ever kick him out until it just gets really bad
me: so I did it today
me: he's still drinking up there but I had to leave the room
me: I try so hard to be a good host and not be a bitch but damn
me: sorry I'm ranting to you
friend: its ok
friend: its your house and you have babies
me: it's like having Rush Limbaugh talking during your wedding vows
friend: HAHAHA
friend: damn
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Fucking Cookies
Yes, I decorated this cookie at a party.
Yes, I am a naughty girl.
Yes, I know I don't look like one.
....anymore.
The cookies weren't the only thing to get violated.
I got the fruit too.
Memoirs of a Waitress - Chapter 1
So I was inspired by this Cat to write some memoirs of my old days as a waitress.
Boy do I have some stories. And since I haven't anything exciting to write about currently other than the election (yawn - let's just vote already), I will talk about my restaurant adventures instead.
My first actual waitressing job was at a place called Nuevo Leon in Dallas. It was a MexMex place - meaning they only served Mexican food from the two distinct regions of Mexico and not "Tex Mex" which was a more Americanized form of Mexican food. The two regions were basically dry and wet - in other words, the cuisine from the dry region consisted of beans, maize, rice, and other hearty ingredients available in dryer climates and the cuisine from the wet region consisted of vegetables, a larger variety of peppers, and other ingredients that were more available in a fertile landscape. It was all very interesting and all, but I was just a young white waitress in the land of many tequilas. I did okay there, but the reality of it all was that I was just trying to make a little cash and get in the pants of two of my hot latin co-workers.
One such person was a bus boy. He was a thick, stocky, strong young man with pretty light brown smallish eyes and a more modern version of a buzz cut. He had a strong square jaw line and a mouse-like look to him, even though he was so sturdy. He was nice, very down to earth, easy-going but was very calm and laid back. He was more intense when he focused on me, and was quiet in a powerful kind of way - one of those, you don't have to say much to command some very desirable presence in the room. He was not the most gorgeous guy I ever met, but there was something about him as they say. A mystery, a quiet intensity and confidence in his manhood that made him attractive to me anyway.
The other interest was one of the waiters. His position as waiter made him socially of a higher status than say, bus boy, and he was cocky and also exuded a kind of confident self worth that is in it's own right attractive to the female species. He was slender and a bit taller than the bus boy, more feminine facial structure with high cheek bones, dark eyes and very dark wavy hair which he kept slicked back. He even wore thin wire-framed glasses sometimes. He was a slippery snake that one, but oh he was still handsome. He was like a smooth-talking vampire with a very nice smile and beautiful, hypnotic serpentine eyes.
So which one did I end up with? (Because back in my younger days, I always ended up with someone as you will see in my future memoirs.)
They were both polar opposites. They both appealed to what I believe is my split personality syndrome. So I went after both of them. And I got both of them.
And what did I discover? The more humble bus boy and I had a very intense and passionate evening at his place once dark and rainy night. He played Depeche Mode's "Violator" for me on cassette tape and made much use of his twin day bed. And the floor. The next morning, he took pictures of me with my camera, standing outside in my sort of "goth" outfit - which was really just a short black crop tie shirt and some dorky black pants that I used to wait tables in. Nevertheless, it was a great time. What I can remember most was that his strong back ignited a very strong primal desire in me - I guess we still have our old cavemen intuitions for survival of the fittest. His earthy, well-endowed pleasuring device didn't hurt either. Mmm...memories.
I still have those pics actually.
Uh...yeah, so anyway....
Some time later, I did end up going home with the conceited waiter. I can't even remember how our evening went up until the point we were in his living room. We made out and all of that, but he was so overly excited and gung-ho to get to the good stuff that it was a disaster. He had to go get a condom of course, but his package was a disappointing length so even though he did manage to get it in for a minute, I imagine that I would have had a better time with a baby pacifier. Not only that but the guy took forever in the bathroom trying to get it back on after it was slipping off (don't know why he had to go in there to fiddle with it, but whatever). His whole demeanor was that of a kid trying to get all the candy out of the trick or treat bag before any other kids got it all, so that was a big turnoff too. Unfortunately for that guy, I said forget it and I left. Poor guy. I try to be gentle with men's egos in that respect, but seriously it was that bad.
So the winner goes to the humble bus boy and his glorious strong back and gentle nature. I believe the appropriate presidential quote for this story (it is election day after all) is "Walk softly and carry a big stick." (Teddy Roosevelt)
Boy do I have some stories. And since I haven't anything exciting to write about currently other than the election (yawn - let's just vote already), I will talk about my restaurant adventures instead.
My first actual waitressing job was at a place called Nuevo Leon in Dallas. It was a MexMex place - meaning they only served Mexican food from the two distinct regions of Mexico and not "Tex Mex" which was a more Americanized form of Mexican food. The two regions were basically dry and wet - in other words, the cuisine from the dry region consisted of beans, maize, rice, and other hearty ingredients available in dryer climates and the cuisine from the wet region consisted of vegetables, a larger variety of peppers, and other ingredients that were more available in a fertile landscape. It was all very interesting and all, but I was just a young white waitress in the land of many tequilas. I did okay there, but the reality of it all was that I was just trying to make a little cash and get in the pants of two of my hot latin co-workers.
One such person was a bus boy. He was a thick, stocky, strong young man with pretty light brown smallish eyes and a more modern version of a buzz cut. He had a strong square jaw line and a mouse-like look to him, even though he was so sturdy. He was nice, very down to earth, easy-going but was very calm and laid back. He was more intense when he focused on me, and was quiet in a powerful kind of way - one of those, you don't have to say much to command some very desirable presence in the room. He was not the most gorgeous guy I ever met, but there was something about him as they say. A mystery, a quiet intensity and confidence in his manhood that made him attractive to me anyway.
The other interest was one of the waiters. His position as waiter made him socially of a higher status than say, bus boy, and he was cocky and also exuded a kind of confident self worth that is in it's own right attractive to the female species. He was slender and a bit taller than the bus boy, more feminine facial structure with high cheek bones, dark eyes and very dark wavy hair which he kept slicked back. He even wore thin wire-framed glasses sometimes. He was a slippery snake that one, but oh he was still handsome. He was like a smooth-talking vampire with a very nice smile and beautiful, hypnotic serpentine eyes.
So which one did I end up with? (Because back in my younger days, I always ended up with someone as you will see in my future memoirs.)
They were both polar opposites. They both appealed to what I believe is my split personality syndrome. So I went after both of them. And I got both of them.
And what did I discover? The more humble bus boy and I had a very intense and passionate evening at his place once dark and rainy night. He played Depeche Mode's "Violator" for me on cassette tape and made much use of his twin day bed. And the floor. The next morning, he took pictures of me with my camera, standing outside in my sort of "goth" outfit - which was really just a short black crop tie shirt and some dorky black pants that I used to wait tables in. Nevertheless, it was a great time. What I can remember most was that his strong back ignited a very strong primal desire in me - I guess we still have our old cavemen intuitions for survival of the fittest. His earthy, well-endowed pleasuring device didn't hurt either. Mmm...memories.
I still have those pics actually.
Uh...yeah, so anyway....
Some time later, I did end up going home with the conceited waiter. I can't even remember how our evening went up until the point we were in his living room. We made out and all of that, but he was so overly excited and gung-ho to get to the good stuff that it was a disaster. He had to go get a condom of course, but his package was a disappointing length so even though he did manage to get it in for a minute, I imagine that I would have had a better time with a baby pacifier. Not only that but the guy took forever in the bathroom trying to get it back on after it was slipping off (don't know why he had to go in there to fiddle with it, but whatever). His whole demeanor was that of a kid trying to get all the candy out of the trick or treat bag before any other kids got it all, so that was a big turnoff too. Unfortunately for that guy, I said forget it and I left. Poor guy. I try to be gentle with men's egos in that respect, but seriously it was that bad.
So the winner goes to the humble bus boy and his glorious strong back and gentle nature. I believe the appropriate presidential quote for this story (it is election day after all) is "Walk softly and carry a big stick." (Teddy Roosevelt)
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Phillies Parade vs. Halloween
I ended up putting my son(who is 9 months) in his sisters's old Lion costume, but he was super cute anyway.
My daughter just wore a green turtleneck shirt and some brown camo pants and I put some eyeliner dots on her cheeks and called her a turtle. She wouldn't let me put anything on her back, her head or any kind of skirt, so I gave up and just went with that. We were late for trick or treating so didn't get to do too much. I made the bad decision to take the kids downtown to meet my mom and sister so we could go from 30th street station all the way to the sports complex to watch the parade on a tv from the Lincoln Financial field box seats that my mom's boss had. I thought it was going to be fun but it turned out to be more trouble than it was worth. Packed tight on subway, took forever to get there, didn't even see the actual parade because we waited all day in a box seat (which was nice, I mean they had free hot dogs and pretzels, but still) and when they finally showed up at 3:00 pm, we were all tired and they only came in there and waved for about 10 minutes and went to the real show over at the ballpark (where I wish I was). Nobody wanted to stay and watch that on the tv so I was sore about that too. All that time and didn't even see the real show. Oh well. Then it was a nightmare trying to get back to the car at 30th street. The subway was so packed up there was a crowd of people waiting just to get inside and go down to the platform. So we took the shuttle to Market and 2nd and took the subway from there instead. Al was at work so he met us at the station so we could all just drive home from there. We didn't get there until after 5pm and we didn't get home until about 7pm. By then, trick or treating was half over and my sister was being a butt and wanted to go home immediately so Al took them to my mom's car and I tried to come up with something for them to wear. I don't know why I insisted they go, I mean we were all tired, and I had a headache. But I took some Advil and got them ready and when Al got back we all went trick or treating for a little bit. Poor kids didn't even have dinner. I gave them some banana before we went out at least. They konked out real fast.
Baby still got up a few times in the night. Sigh.
And that was my day yesterday.
Next time - no parade shenanigans. Stay home and make cupcakes instead.
My daughter just wore a green turtleneck shirt and some brown camo pants and I put some eyeliner dots on her cheeks and called her a turtle. She wouldn't let me put anything on her back, her head or any kind of skirt, so I gave up and just went with that. We were late for trick or treating so didn't get to do too much. I made the bad decision to take the kids downtown to meet my mom and sister so we could go from 30th street station all the way to the sports complex to watch the parade on a tv from the Lincoln Financial field box seats that my mom's boss had. I thought it was going to be fun but it turned out to be more trouble than it was worth. Packed tight on subway, took forever to get there, didn't even see the actual parade because we waited all day in a box seat (which was nice, I mean they had free hot dogs and pretzels, but still) and when they finally showed up at 3:00 pm, we were all tired and they only came in there and waved for about 10 minutes and went to the real show over at the ballpark (where I wish I was). Nobody wanted to stay and watch that on the tv so I was sore about that too. All that time and didn't even see the real show. Oh well. Then it was a nightmare trying to get back to the car at 30th street. The subway was so packed up there was a crowd of people waiting just to get inside and go down to the platform. So we took the shuttle to Market and 2nd and took the subway from there instead. Al was at work so he met us at the station so we could all just drive home from there. We didn't get there until after 5pm and we didn't get home until about 7pm. By then, trick or treating was half over and my sister was being a butt and wanted to go home immediately so Al took them to my mom's car and I tried to come up with something for them to wear. I don't know why I insisted they go, I mean we were all tired, and I had a headache. But I took some Advil and got them ready and when Al got back we all went trick or treating for a little bit. Poor kids didn't even have dinner. I gave them some banana before we went out at least. They konked out real fast.
Baby still got up a few times in the night. Sigh.
And that was my day yesterday.
Next time - no parade shenanigans. Stay home and make cupcakes instead.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
THE CURSE IS OVER! PHILLIES WIN WORLD SERIES!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so happy this town finally got a win!
And I'm happy to have finally been a fan of any kind of team before it happened too!
I've been going to games for a couple of years now and I love it.
YAY PHILLIES!!!! YOU DESERVE IT!
Was it because the Comcast building put a statue of William Penn on top making him taller than all the buildings again and the curse was lifted? Who knows, but they did great and I love the lore of the Philly curse and it's finally lifted! YAY!
Anyway, so I totally peed my pajama pants.
I yelled "YES!" after the final strike-out by Lidge and I was hoping I didn't wake the kids, so then I started giggling to myself and jumping up and down thinking I probably looked like my toddler does when she's jumping in front of the tube to Dora the Explorer, and that thought made me laugh which made me piss myself a little. I had to change my pants. LOL
My pelvic floor ain't what it used to be before I pushed out 2 kids. :D
(photo taken from mlb.com and reposted to my FTP)
I am so happy this town finally got a win!
And I'm happy to have finally been a fan of any kind of team before it happened too!
I've been going to games for a couple of years now and I love it.
YAY PHILLIES!!!! YOU DESERVE IT!
Was it because the Comcast building put a statue of William Penn on top making him taller than all the buildings again and the curse was lifted? Who knows, but they did great and I love the lore of the Philly curse and it's finally lifted! YAY!
Anyway, so I totally peed my pajama pants.
I yelled "YES!" after the final strike-out by Lidge and I was hoping I didn't wake the kids, so then I started giggling to myself and jumping up and down thinking I probably looked like my toddler does when she's jumping in front of the tube to Dora the Explorer, and that thought made me laugh which made me piss myself a little. I had to change my pants. LOL
My pelvic floor ain't what it used to be before I pushed out 2 kids. :D
(photo taken from mlb.com and reposted to my FTP)
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
A NEW CAR!!!!!!!
We got a new car on Monday!
I can't believe we got them to give us a monthly payment we could afford!
Hooray! Not so hooray for the bad economy, but hey at least we got a car while we could. That old one we had wasn't going to make it through winter and we totally deserved something in this century.
Bye bye 1987 Chevy Celebrity!
Hello 2004 Mazda6! I love you!
I can't believe we got them to give us a monthly payment we could afford!
Hooray! Not so hooray for the bad economy, but hey at least we got a car while we could. That old one we had wasn't going to make it through winter and we totally deserved something in this century.
Bye bye 1987 Chevy Celebrity!
Hello 2004 Mazda6! I love you!
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
To Wall Street: Chill the Fuck Out
Yeah so the dow drops like 700 points because they are voting on money that the Fed put up thinking it would pass and then it didn't....ON NO IT'S A CRISIS! NOW WHAT DO WE DO OH NO!
Um....we wait 2 days and it goes back up.
GET A GRIP, WALL STREET!
SHUT YOUR PIE HOLES, MEDIA! STOP SCARING THE KIDS!
Anyway, everyone just chill out and wait a little bit.
And to McCain: STFU - we aren't buying your bullshit about how you rounded up the republican posse to....you know, not vote for what you were gonna vote for. Idiot.
Picture by my friend Bones
Um....we wait 2 days and it goes back up.
GET A GRIP, WALL STREET!
SHUT YOUR PIE HOLES, MEDIA! STOP SCARING THE KIDS!
Anyway, everyone just chill out and wait a little bit.
And to McCain: STFU - we aren't buying your bullshit about how you rounded up the republican posse to....you know, not vote for what you were gonna vote for. Idiot.
Picture by my friend Bones
Monday, September 29, 2008
Appreciate Your Woman
'Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.'
So - if you give her crap,
you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle
Love and appreciate all the women in your life.
Image borrowed from ..the time has come.. weblog
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.'
So - if you give her crap,
you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle
Love and appreciate all the women in your life.
Image borrowed from ..the time has come.. weblog
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Another Freudian Walk in the Woods
I was looking up some old posts and I came across a psychoanalysis quiz I took and decided to take it again without looking at my old answers - and forgetting what the answers mean - I just closed my eyes and imagined my answers. I was surprised at the results and how true they are today as my answers have changed so has my life.1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. With who?
My husband.
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
a squirrel
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
I see it run past me a few yards away then run up a tree and disappear.
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe it.
Not too small but not a mansion either. Large enough to be somewhat grand and made of various materials like stone and wood and a tiled roof. It would have architectural influences from Asia, Spain and Germany to name a few. It would have lush, peaceful gardens and a koi pond.
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
No.
6.You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see a table. What do you see on AND around it?
A bowl of fruit on a colorful placemat, a small votive candle. Draperies on the windows or walls. Glassware nearby for consumption of wine or other beverages.
7. You exit the house a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?
Tin coffee cup
8.What do you do with the cup?
pick it up, dump out any rainwater or mud and take it inside to wash it out
9.You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water.
what kind of body of water is it?
a large, clean, still lake
10. How will you cross the water?
I will jump in and swim across
OK NOW HERE'S WHAT YOUR ANSWERS MEAN. GET READY:
(If you want to do this test too, don't read the answers below until you've answered the above questions on your own first).
1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is one of the most important people in your life.
2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.
3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.
4.The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.
5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a close personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.
6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.
7. The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.
8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude toward person in #1.
9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.
10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeds & Pinatoes
Yeah so I went to my parents' house today to have my hubs cut the grass for them and I weeded/degrassed one of their big flower beds. Wow does it look so much better.
They grilled some yummy ribs and chicken and we had fresh picked corn and tomatoes.
The tomatoes were a big hit with my daughter as I suspected they would be, but she likes to call them "pinatoes." I believe this is a word created because she kept confusing potatoes and tomatoes and so just made up a word that would cover both.
Kids are cute sometimes. :)
They grilled some yummy ribs and chicken and we had fresh picked corn and tomatoes.
The tomatoes were a big hit with my daughter as I suspected they would be, but she likes to call them "pinatoes." I believe this is a word created because she kept confusing potatoes and tomatoes and so just made up a word that would cover both.
Kids are cute sometimes. :)
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wine, not whine
Tonight I am going out with my husband to his co-worker's house where they will prepare us a lovely pasta dinner. I am looking forward to eating someone else's cooking. I am also looking forward to tanking the bottles of wine we will be bringing. :)
It will be a heavenly thing having wine and not listening to my kids whine.
Hooray for this stuff:
It will be a heavenly thing having wine and not listening to my kids whine.
Hooray for this stuff:
Monday, September 08, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
Google Chrome: The New Browser
Google Chrome: A fresh take on a browser
Official Comic explaining how it works
Blog about the new Google Chrome
So yeah, Google's developing a new browser made from scratch and the beta is being released tomorrow (Tuesday).
I'm excited to try it out. It looks pretty cool.
Highlights include
** tabs at the top of the window for each session that you can move around
** separation of processes (html, java, plugins, etc) so that if something fucks up, your browsing experience doesn't slow down waiting on it, and if it still crashes, only that one tab will crash, not your whole browser application - plugins have their own process separate from the rendering process
** no allowance of communication with your hard drive, mouse movements or keystrokes unless you say so
** home page that displays thumbnails of like 9 of your most visited sites, a small list of most recent searches, etc
** continuously downloaded lists of harmful sites collected by google(including phishing and malware) will warn you if you go to one that matches up to the list
Anyway, that's my summary! ;)
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Oktoberfest Not Available, Children Suffer
So Oktoberfest is not available at the beer distributor.
I am so disappointed.
I was totally looking forward to that delicious malty beer.
But no. I will have to settle for Spaten Weisse.
Oh the travesty.
Why does the beer I love so much only get made once a year!?
This unpleasant news puts me in an unpleasant mood.
Therefore the kids will suffer.
They will be forced to watch movies and listen to me furiously click clack on the keyboard in my blog, and myspace update, and twitter. Oh wait. They do that every day. :P
I am totally going to an Oktoberfest Festival this year.
I've been wanting to go. I missed it last year because I didn't realize it was held in September when I thought about going in October. Who knew?
Now I just have to wait for my huuuzzzband to get home with the beer and the roast beef samich from WaWa. C'mon honey! Hup to!
I am so disappointed.
I was totally looking forward to that delicious malty beer.
But no. I will have to settle for Spaten Weisse.
Oh the travesty.
Why does the beer I love so much only get made once a year!?
This unpleasant news puts me in an unpleasant mood.
Therefore the kids will suffer.
They will be forced to watch movies and listen to me furiously click clack on the keyboard in my blog, and myspace update, and twitter. Oh wait. They do that every day. :P
I am totally going to an Oktoberfest Festival this year.
I've been wanting to go. I missed it last year because I didn't realize it was held in September when I thought about going in October. Who knew?
Now I just have to wait for my huuuzzzband to get home with the beer and the roast beef samich from WaWa. C'mon honey! Hup to!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I swear it won't happen again....
ugh
I did a bad thing
I just ate about 3 servings of cake that I had in the fridge. uuuuuuhhhhhh
that is no way to lose weight or stay in shape!
I've been reading a dessert cookbook my grandmother got me though. And the cake recipes were making me crave it today. And lo there was a leftover slab of birthday cake from my dad's bday last week.
justification: someone should eat it before it goes bad....might as well be me.
2 minutes later......
Ugh. I should have had a bowl of cereal or something.
I don't' feel satisfied, just gross.
I'm making a face like one would make if they smelled fresh cat pee on a pile of hot cedar chips.
Oh wait, I burped....that's a LITTLE better.
Not really.
Nevermind, I'm tired and going to bed where I belong. haha
I did a bad thing
I just ate about 3 servings of cake that I had in the fridge. uuuuuuhhhhhh
that is no way to lose weight or stay in shape!
I've been reading a dessert cookbook my grandmother got me though. And the cake recipes were making me crave it today. And lo there was a leftover slab of birthday cake from my dad's bday last week.
justification: someone should eat it before it goes bad....might as well be me.
2 minutes later......
Ugh. I should have had a bowl of cereal or something.
I don't' feel satisfied, just gross.
I'm making a face like one would make if they smelled fresh cat pee on a pile of hot cedar chips.
Oh wait, I burped....that's a LITTLE better.
Not really.
Nevermind, I'm tired and going to bed where I belong. haha
Thursday, August 07, 2008
To the Shore
We are going to the shore today!
And we are camping at a state park!
All the kiddos are coming along.
We are going to have a fun time!
My Dad was in town from TX and he will be leaving today as well.
It's been a pretty good visit. :)
This week is a good week.
Marilyn has 2 nicknames now:
Screaming Banshee
and
Whinocerous
LOL
And we are camping at a state park!
All the kiddos are coming along.
We are going to have a fun time!
My Dad was in town from TX and he will be leaving today as well.
It's been a pretty good visit. :)
This week is a good week.
Marilyn has 2 nicknames now:
Screaming Banshee
and
Whinocerous
LOL
Monday, August 04, 2008
The Police: A Review from Philadelphia
So we saw The Police concert last Tuesday....WOW!
Sting has the most amazing voice. I am so privileged to have heard him live!
(I think he knows it all too well though). *snicker*
Sting totally loves to hear himself.
You can tell by all the extra "woooaaahhhs" and "eeeeyoooooos" that he generously added to all of his songs. Haha! Funny guy. But the crowd ate it up anyway.
Stuart Copeland was the freakin' man.
He's so good on the drums, his wife (does he have one?) must be jealous of the drum kits he touches. On a couple of the songs, he used this symbols, gongs, chimes and xylophone setup and it was freaking awesome. He makes the weirdest funny faces when he plays, but he's so good. As Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force would say, "He's so freakin' good!!!!"
Now....the 3rd member, Mr. guitar hero Andy Summers, was totally not living up to his band's superstar status. He made so many mistakes and his guitar virtuosos were horrid! They took you to another planet alright....Planet Crap Face! It was like watching Marty McFly playing the Under the Sea Enchantment dance in Back to the Future all over again! My husband thinks he was drunk.
Sting even at one point had to come over to him and say something to him (we think he said something like "WTF are you doing?" over his shoulder.) His only redeeming moment was when everyone left the stage after the 1st encore and came back and tried for 5 minutes to get the other guys to do a 2nd encore and harassing them by playing more obnoxious loud chords like an alarm clock. When he was doing rhythm, he was okay, but I'm thinking one of his strings wasn't tuned properly....oh well.
The night was fantastic!
We had Pizza Rustica and a few beers before hand.
Good times. <3
Sting has the most amazing voice. I am so privileged to have heard him live!
(I think he knows it all too well though). *snicker*
Sting totally loves to hear himself.
You can tell by all the extra "woooaaahhhs" and "eeeeyoooooos" that he generously added to all of his songs. Haha! Funny guy. But the crowd ate it up anyway.
Stuart Copeland was the freakin' man.
He's so good on the drums, his wife (does he have one?) must be jealous of the drum kits he touches. On a couple of the songs, he used this symbols, gongs, chimes and xylophone setup and it was freaking awesome. He makes the weirdest funny faces when he plays, but he's so good. As Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force would say, "He's so freakin' good!!!!"
Now....the 3rd member, Mr. guitar hero Andy Summers, was totally not living up to his band's superstar status. He made so many mistakes and his guitar virtuosos were horrid! They took you to another planet alright....Planet Crap Face! It was like watching Marty McFly playing the Under the Sea Enchantment dance in Back to the Future all over again! My husband thinks he was drunk.
Sting even at one point had to come over to him and say something to him (we think he said something like "WTF are you doing?" over his shoulder.) His only redeeming moment was when everyone left the stage after the 1st encore and came back and tried for 5 minutes to get the other guys to do a 2nd encore and harassing them by playing more obnoxious loud chords like an alarm clock. When he was doing rhythm, he was okay, but I'm thinking one of his strings wasn't tuned properly....oh well.
The night was fantastic!
We had Pizza Rustica and a few beers before hand.
Good times. <3
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Peach Puke & The Police
Woo hoo!
We are going to see the Police tonight! YAY!
I am so excited!
I am not happy about my coffee being cold AGAIN though.
I am also a little disconcerted that the baby puked up a little bit of peaches on the mattress we have laying downstairs. Sigh.
Ah, children.
So yeah. Can't wait to see the show tonight!
So now the only question is, should I microwave this coffee again or just suck it up and drink it while I have the chance?
We are going to see the Police tonight! YAY!
I am so excited!
I am not happy about my coffee being cold AGAIN though.
I am also a little disconcerted that the baby puked up a little bit of peaches on the mattress we have laying downstairs. Sigh.
Ah, children.
So yeah. Can't wait to see the show tonight!
So now the only question is, should I microwave this coffee again or just suck it up and drink it while I have the chance?
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Quotes: Stolen but Funny
I totally stole these quotes frome someone else's blog.
I had to have them, so I stole them.
Enjoy!
Random Quotes from a School
// Economics class
Mr. Zack: Utility is something you can't put a number on. For example, I like cheerios more than corn flakes. You can't attatch a value to it.
John Sherwood: 3.
Mr. Zack: *long stare* This is why I drink.
// During AP Physics lecture
Students: What's that piece of rope dangling from the ceiling?
Dr. Dell: It's a noose.
Students: What's it for?
Dr. Dell: Actually, it's really cool, but I can only show you once.
// History, simulating Napoleon's trial on whether he was good or bad; Russia is the witness
Prosecution: Okay, Russia. *holds up a map* This is a map of your territory. Now when Napoleon invaded, where did he touch you?
//
Mr. McFaden: *walking through a chattering class, very quietly* Sex.
Class: *keeps talking, does not notice*
Mr. McFaden: *still very quietly* Extra credit.
Class: *perks up* Did you say extra credit? What?
Mr. McFaden: From a biological standpoint, that's just WRONG.
// In the middle of Spanish, Brendan passes a note to Nolan
Nolan: Sra. Pou, I think you should read this note Brendan passed me...
Brendan: No! I didn't write that!
Sra. Pou: (reading note to class) "Tu madre es gordo y homosexuál". Very well done, the note is even in Spanish! You even put an accent in homosexual! Now, the only thing wrong with it is it should be gorda, not gordo since it is tu madre, which is feminine. Muy bien!
// Sra. Pou hands note back to Nolan, Brendan sighs in relief.
// Discussing Shakers in HUM
Boris: Wait, there are still Shakers in America today?
Ms. Maeda: Yes.
Boris: The ones that practice celibacy?
Ms. Maeda: Yes.
Boris: ... How are they still around?
//
I just read that last year 4,153,237 people got married. I don't want to start any trouble, but shouldn't that be an even number?
// From Michael Yura's LAN Party FAQ
Q. Will there be any bonfires?
A. Sorry Anise, there will not be any bonfires available at my Halo 2 party.
Q. You suck.
A. Please make your insults in the form of a question.
Q. You suck?
A. No, I don't.
// Mr. Forbes is doing a brief intro lecture on electricity
Forbes: So of the four fundamental forces of the universe, electricity is the only one we can do much with. Anything an electron can do, we can /make/ it do.
// Power goes out
Forbes: So as I was saying, we are the MASTERS of electricity!
// In Physics class
Mr. Bagden: I'm holding a number up behind my back, whoever guesses closest gets to do the demonstration. Evan, you're first.
Evan: Uhhh... five.
Mr. Bagden: Ok, Galen?
Galen: Seven, I read a book that says the number is always seven.
Mr. Bagden: I'm only holding one hand behind my back.
// There's a big *bang* as the lightbulb in the projector explodes when Dr. Cammer turns it on. Everyone screams and Dr. Cammer is cowering in fear, holding his stomach. Everyone stares at him.
Dr. Cammer: Well, you know, you hear these stories about students shooting their teachers...
// Day before the snow day, when everyone was anxious for the snow to start
Mr. Pollet: Is it snowing already?!
Max So: YEAH! *runs out of the room*
Mr. Pollet: Is that all it takes to get rid of him? If I had known that, I would have said it in early September.
//
Mrs. Bello: Conversation is an essential skill. Does anyone disagree?
Student: *timidly raises hand*
Mrs. Bello: Do you want to elaborate?
Student: No.
//
Mr. Nawrotzky: In the first column, there's your grade, in the second column, there's how much money you gave me, and in the third column, there's your revised grade.
//
J: Wow. I got owned by a math test today.
K: What was it on?
J: Like, everything. Here's a sample question: If three students run the mile, given the fact that it was 87.5 degrees that day with a wind factor of 78*34^4.56-8, and one of them was hungry, and one of them has asthma, what are their middle names?
K: Ouch.
// In Mr. Stueben's PreCalc class, taking a quiz. 5 minutes until lunch.
Mr Stueben: *stares at the clock*
Mr Stueben: ...
Mr Stueben: *Takes clock off the wall, turns it five minutes forward* Alright, it's time for lunch! Turn in your quizzes!
//AP US History
//Mr. Sleete talks about funny AP US essays he has graded for College Board
Essay: Okay, I know absolutely nothing about this subject, but there is a really hot girl sitting across from me, so I need to keep writing in order to look smart. I am going to tell you my life story....
// French class
Substitute: Okay, everyone.. I only speak English, but your teacher left me a note to give extra food to those who speak the most French.
Nicole: (in French) Fuck this.
Substitute: You there! Nicole, is it? You seem enthusiastic enough... More food for you!
// Taken from a student's personal information sheets handed out by Dr. Jones on the first day of class
Form: Please list three characteristics that describe yourself.
1. indecisive
2. __________
3. __________
I had to have them, so I stole them.
Enjoy!
Random Quotes from a School
// Economics class
Mr. Zack: Utility is something you can't put a number on. For example, I like cheerios more than corn flakes. You can't attatch a value to it.
John Sherwood: 3.
Mr. Zack: *long stare* This is why I drink.
// During AP Physics lecture
Students: What's that piece of rope dangling from the ceiling?
Dr. Dell: It's a noose.
Students: What's it for?
Dr. Dell: Actually, it's really cool, but I can only show you once.
// History, simulating Napoleon's trial on whether he was good or bad; Russia is the witness
Prosecution: Okay, Russia. *holds up a map* This is a map of your territory. Now when Napoleon invaded, where did he touch you?
//
Mr. McFaden: *walking through a chattering class, very quietly* Sex.
Class: *keeps talking, does not notice*
Mr. McFaden: *still very quietly* Extra credit.
Class: *perks up* Did you say extra credit? What?
Mr. McFaden: From a biological standpoint, that's just WRONG.
// In the middle of Spanish, Brendan passes a note to Nolan
Nolan: Sra. Pou, I think you should read this note Brendan passed me...
Brendan: No! I didn't write that!
Sra. Pou: (reading note to class) "Tu madre es gordo y homosexuál". Very well done, the note is even in Spanish! You even put an accent in homosexual! Now, the only thing wrong with it is it should be gorda, not gordo since it is tu madre, which is feminine. Muy bien!
// Sra. Pou hands note back to Nolan, Brendan sighs in relief.
// Discussing Shakers in HUM
Boris: Wait, there are still Shakers in America today?
Ms. Maeda: Yes.
Boris: The ones that practice celibacy?
Ms. Maeda: Yes.
Boris: ... How are they still around?
//
I just read that last year 4,153,237 people got married. I don't want to start any trouble, but shouldn't that be an even number?
// From Michael Yura's LAN Party FAQ
Q. Will there be any bonfires?
A. Sorry Anise, there will not be any bonfires available at my Halo 2 party.
Q. You suck.
A. Please make your insults in the form of a question.
Q. You suck?
A. No, I don't.
// Mr. Forbes is doing a brief intro lecture on electricity
Forbes: So of the four fundamental forces of the universe, electricity is the only one we can do much with. Anything an electron can do, we can /make/ it do.
// Power goes out
Forbes: So as I was saying, we are the MASTERS of electricity!
// In Physics class
Mr. Bagden: I'm holding a number up behind my back, whoever guesses closest gets to do the demonstration. Evan, you're first.
Evan: Uhhh... five.
Mr. Bagden: Ok, Galen?
Galen: Seven, I read a book that says the number is always seven.
Mr. Bagden: I'm only holding one hand behind my back.
// There's a big *bang* as the lightbulb in the projector explodes when Dr. Cammer turns it on. Everyone screams and Dr. Cammer is cowering in fear, holding his stomach. Everyone stares at him.
Dr. Cammer: Well, you know, you hear these stories about students shooting their teachers...
// Day before the snow day, when everyone was anxious for the snow to start
Mr. Pollet: Is it snowing already?!
Max So: YEAH! *runs out of the room*
Mr. Pollet: Is that all it takes to get rid of him? If I had known that, I would have said it in early September.
//
Mrs. Bello: Conversation is an essential skill. Does anyone disagree?
Student: *timidly raises hand*
Mrs. Bello: Do you want to elaborate?
Student: No.
//
Mr. Nawrotzky: In the first column, there's your grade, in the second column, there's how much money you gave me, and in the third column, there's your revised grade.
//
J: Wow. I got owned by a math test today.
K: What was it on?
J: Like, everything. Here's a sample question: If three students run the mile, given the fact that it was 87.5 degrees that day with a wind factor of 78*34^4.56-8, and one of them was hungry, and one of them has asthma, what are their middle names?
K: Ouch.
// In Mr. Stueben's PreCalc class, taking a quiz. 5 minutes until lunch.
Mr Stueben: *stares at the clock*
Mr Stueben: ...
Mr Stueben: *Takes clock off the wall, turns it five minutes forward* Alright, it's time for lunch! Turn in your quizzes!
//AP US History
//Mr. Sleete talks about funny AP US essays he has graded for College Board
Essay: Okay, I know absolutely nothing about this subject, but there is a really hot girl sitting across from me, so I need to keep writing in order to look smart. I am going to tell you my life story....
// French class
Substitute: Okay, everyone.. I only speak English, but your teacher left me a note to give extra food to those who speak the most French.
Nicole: (in French) Fuck this.
Substitute: You there! Nicole, is it? You seem enthusiastic enough... More food for you!
// Taken from a student's personal information sheets handed out by Dr. Jones on the first day of class
Form: Please list three characteristics that describe yourself.
1. indecisive
2. __________
3. __________
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Where is my Mind?
I totally forgot there was a party going on tonight at my brother in law's house.
For his wife's brother's return from Iraq.
My husband went over there to eat.
I thought he was just going to eat there for the hell of it!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT SUCH AN IMPORTANT THING!
In fact, I should have gone too!
I feel like such a retard!
Seriously, where is my mind?
Why do I forget things?
It's scaring me!
:(
For his wife's brother's return from Iraq.
My husband went over there to eat.
I thought he was just going to eat there for the hell of it!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT SUCH AN IMPORTANT THING!
In fact, I should have gone too!
I feel like such a retard!
Seriously, where is my mind?
Why do I forget things?
It's scaring me!
:(
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Not the Father
Woah!
So my poor husband never gets a break from endless bullshit.
I remember when we moved back to PA just at the beginning of this year he wasn't allowed to get his PA drivers license because he had some 10 year old ticket in SC from a trip with his ex that he PAID but didn't pay the "privelege fee" to have it reinstated. Cost? $50 bucks to SC. So stupid.
That's just one example of his past haunting him.
Today we find out his insurance won't accept his son's (from his ex) birth certificate because his parents' names aren't on it. SO what happened? The hospital must have messed up big time because nobody signed a paternity/maternity form or whatever and so now there is all this rigamarole about how the state doesn't recognize him as the father which means he probably won't be able to cover him under his insurance if this doesn't get straightened out in 9 days. It takes 6 weeks just to process a paternity form and get a birth certificate issued, and that's AFTER he signs the form, gets the mother to sign something too AND have it notorized....ugh. So I find this hospital "family history" certificate with his name on it and who knows if that will be good for anything, expediting or whatever.
My husband has the worst luck with bullshit from that time period with his ex.
Good thing they aren't together anymore. She sounds like bad juju to me!
So my poor husband never gets a break from endless bullshit.
I remember when we moved back to PA just at the beginning of this year he wasn't allowed to get his PA drivers license because he had some 10 year old ticket in SC from a trip with his ex that he PAID but didn't pay the "privelege fee" to have it reinstated. Cost? $50 bucks to SC. So stupid.
That's just one example of his past haunting him.
Today we find out his insurance won't accept his son's (from his ex) birth certificate because his parents' names aren't on it. SO what happened? The hospital must have messed up big time because nobody signed a paternity/maternity form or whatever and so now there is all this rigamarole about how the state doesn't recognize him as the father which means he probably won't be able to cover him under his insurance if this doesn't get straightened out in 9 days. It takes 6 weeks just to process a paternity form and get a birth certificate issued, and that's AFTER he signs the form, gets the mother to sign something too AND have it notorized....ugh. So I find this hospital "family history" certificate with his name on it and who knows if that will be good for anything, expediting or whatever.
My husband has the worst luck with bullshit from that time period with his ex.
Good thing they aren't together anymore. She sounds like bad juju to me!
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
SOOOOOO TIRED!!!!!!!
Yes. I am tired.
But I will eat and I will swim and that will help my mood.
Ahhhhh.
Wish I could be at a place like this for 4th of July hehe
But I will eat and I will swim and that will help my mood.
Ahhhhh.
Wish I could be at a place like this for 4th of July hehe
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Beer Goggles
I had some beers tonight.
Some friends over.
It's getting late though now and I don't have much to say.
Beer Goggles are funny though.
Thank goodness I don't have to worry about having them on or not.
I guess that's what happens when you're married?
Nah....I'm sure if I went out, I could find myself fond of someone who need not be fawned over. :P
So anyway....one of our friends was pretty drunk but I guess my goggles were on and I didn't even notice - I just thought he was being funny and cool - then lo and behold, he dribbled on himself. LOL
So, being a good mommy, I wiped his chin with his own shirt just like I do my kids.
Way to go beer goggles. Haha!
Too bad there isn't enough beer on the planet to make me feel good about a different obnoxiously drunk argumentative house guest that invited themselves over and is now staying the night. Bleh.
Some friends over.
It's getting late though now and I don't have much to say.
Beer Goggles are funny though.
Thank goodness I don't have to worry about having them on or not.
I guess that's what happens when you're married?
Nah....I'm sure if I went out, I could find myself fond of someone who need not be fawned over. :P
So anyway....one of our friends was pretty drunk but I guess my goggles were on and I didn't even notice - I just thought he was being funny and cool - then lo and behold, he dribbled on himself. LOL
So, being a good mommy, I wiped his chin with his own shirt just like I do my kids.
Way to go beer goggles. Haha!
Too bad there isn't enough beer on the planet to make me feel good about a different obnoxiously drunk argumentative house guest that invited themselves over and is now staying the night. Bleh.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Making Lemonade
Just another friendly reminder that there is always the possibility to make lemonade out of lemons.
I'm having a bit of anxiety at the moment, I hope it goes away, but I suppose I can take this energy and put it to some good use.
I was watching a documentary on a Korean mask festival that takes place in Andong, South Korea and I realized one of my mainstay interests is that of the humanities, of travel, of various cultures.....I absolutely love learning about different customs, traditions, stories, human behavior.....anyway, so it got me to thinking about what I might take in school for my bachelors.
I know I've changed my mind SO many times on what I would take, what I'm interested in. Fine Arts, Culinary Arts, Music, Literature, and even Business just so that if I did end up doing crafts or some kind of arts, I could at least know how to make a lucrative business out of it.
Sure, I love to sing and am pretty good at it....but why haven't I pursued it with more gusto? I know once I get a goal, I totally go for it...so what is it that I love? Well, I love fun! I love travel! I love the language of the masses, the core of human emotion, being in touch with other people even despite language barriers. That's why I love the arts: theater, music, visual arts, dance, writing....it all makes sense.
Sooooo.....I was thinking, perhaps I could get into Humanities....major in languages - how I would love to be able to go to other countries and know their native tongue! I'll have to look into that. And with my studies, perhaps I can get better at all the different crafts I like to do - and have a worldy inspiration for my creations and maybe create something new! (That totally rhymes). :)
I'm having a bit of anxiety at the moment, I hope it goes away, but I suppose I can take this energy and put it to some good use.
I was watching a documentary on a Korean mask festival that takes place in Andong, South Korea and I realized one of my mainstay interests is that of the humanities, of travel, of various cultures.....I absolutely love learning about different customs, traditions, stories, human behavior.....anyway, so it got me to thinking about what I might take in school for my bachelors.
I know I've changed my mind SO many times on what I would take, what I'm interested in. Fine Arts, Culinary Arts, Music, Literature, and even Business just so that if I did end up doing crafts or some kind of arts, I could at least know how to make a lucrative business out of it.
Sure, I love to sing and am pretty good at it....but why haven't I pursued it with more gusto? I know once I get a goal, I totally go for it...so what is it that I love? Well, I love fun! I love travel! I love the language of the masses, the core of human emotion, being in touch with other people even despite language barriers. That's why I love the arts: theater, music, visual arts, dance, writing....it all makes sense.
Sooooo.....I was thinking, perhaps I could get into Humanities....major in languages - how I would love to be able to go to other countries and know their native tongue! I'll have to look into that. And with my studies, perhaps I can get better at all the different crafts I like to do - and have a worldy inspiration for my creations and maybe create something new! (That totally rhymes). :)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
What Endangered Species of Fish Are You?
I'm Teri and
I'm a Hammerhead Shark.
As an extremely adapted predator, you use your oddly shaped head to increase your ability to find prey. Your eyes and nostrils are located on both ends of your hammer shaped head. Your vertebrae are especially designed for quick turns and maneuvering. Ranging in size from 3 feet to 20 feet long, you can weigh up to 1,000lbs. You feed on fish, crustaceans and especially enjoy eating rays. You prefer warm temperate and tropical water, and can be found swimming along coastlines and continental shelves in the Atlantic, Pacific and Indian Oceans and the Mediterranean and Black Seas. You may even catch a tan while swimming in shallow waters. During the day you often swim in large schools, sometimes containing more than 100 fellow hammerheads, but prefer to hunt alone at night.
As true with most shark species, you are in danger of becoming extinct. Highly sought after, your fins are considered an expensive delicacy (used to make shark fin soup), your liver oil is often used to make vitamins, and your skin is use to make leather. While people are not legally permitted to catch you, you are often caught by longlines and driftnets, and rarely make it out alive.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Pack Your Bags!!!!!
We're going camping this weekend! WOOHOO!
I'm so excited - we haven't gone in forever.
Last night I had a really good time with my husband.
I missed listening to music and talking and other things that are none of your business!
Big smiles all around. :)
I was so dreamy this morning, that I made the coffee too strong!
ZING!
Oh well! Guess I got energy to do some serious packing!
:P
I'm so excited - we haven't gone in forever.
Last night I had a really good time with my husband.
I missed listening to music and talking and other things that are none of your business!
Big smiles all around. :)
I was so dreamy this morning, that I made the coffee too strong!
ZING!
Oh well! Guess I got energy to do some serious packing!
:P
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Want some cheese with that wine?
No!
Just the wine, thank you!!!!!!!
I'm going to get my favorite wine and enjoy it with mah huuzzzband tonite.
My love is a rock.
Time will tell the story
of a tempest in a teacup
smashed upon this rock
I hope your day is going well.
See you when you get home.
Just the wine, thank you!!!!!!!
I'm going to get my favorite wine and enjoy it with mah huuzzzband tonite.
My love is a rock.
Time will tell the story
of a tempest in a teacup
smashed upon this rock
I hope your day is going well.
See you when you get home.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I Eatz Chocolatz
Yes.
I like to eat chocolate sometimes.
But many times there are chocolate candies around and I really don't want them.
My favorite is plain old milk chocolate.
Here is my favorite:
I like to eat chocolate sometimes.
But many times there are chocolate candies around and I really don't want them.
My favorite is plain old milk chocolate.
Here is my favorite:
HOLY MISSING TWO WEEKS, BATMAN!
This here is a public blog, so I will be leaving out the details of the past couple of weeks.
For those in the know, then you know, if you don't know, you will never know so don't ask.
All I can say is I've lost about 10 pounds in the last month - 5 of them in the past 2 weeks.
However, despite my secrecy, what I WILL say is that things are on the up & up.
Everyone in my life is healthy, well I mean the kids have a cold, but hopefully that will go away in a week. NOBODY IS LEAVING where they are, but help is on the way and some of us around here are on their way to a nice 180. Good news is the news, ok? Yay.
I keep saying this to people lately, "A life lived in fear is a life half-lived," something I've said to myself for a long time. But it seems like I'm not the only one who needs to hear that lately. So I guess it feels good that I'm helping out others too.
I want to sign up for the 3 day walk for breast cancer in September - I hope I can raise $2,200 to do it! As soon as I get $90 to register I will be asking people like crazy to donate. I'll post the link as soon as that gets done. :)
I gotz lubbs, do you?
For those in the know, then you know, if you don't know, you will never know so don't ask.
All I can say is I've lost about 10 pounds in the last month - 5 of them in the past 2 weeks.
However, despite my secrecy, what I WILL say is that things are on the up & up.
Everyone in my life is healthy, well I mean the kids have a cold, but hopefully that will go away in a week. NOBODY IS LEAVING where they are, but help is on the way and some of us around here are on their way to a nice 180. Good news is the news, ok? Yay.
I keep saying this to people lately, "A life lived in fear is a life half-lived," something I've said to myself for a long time. But it seems like I'm not the only one who needs to hear that lately. So I guess it feels good that I'm helping out others too.
I want to sign up for the 3 day walk for breast cancer in September - I hope I can raise $2,200 to do it! As soon as I get $90 to register I will be asking people like crazy to donate. I'll post the link as soon as that gets done. :)
I gotz lubbs, do you?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sadness and Shopping
I'll try to keep it short and sweet and devoid of emotion.
1. He wants to leave.
2. I am sad.
3. I want him to go to therapy.
4. He will go to therapy.
5. He will probably move to the city.
6. I wish he would stay with me but maybe I'll be better off getting through this without him around.
7. He is confused.
8. The kids will miss him.
9. I miss what he was 2 years ago.
10. I have been told to take $100 and to spend it on nothing but what I want/things for me.
And now for some emotion:
This feels like your heart trying to leap up your throat as if you could swallow backwards...with waterfall eyes.
Here is us in progression:
2004
2005
2006
2007
1. He wants to leave.
2. I am sad.
3. I want him to go to therapy.
4. He will go to therapy.
5. He will probably move to the city.
6. I wish he would stay with me but maybe I'll be better off getting through this without him around.
7. He is confused.
8. The kids will miss him.
9. I miss what he was 2 years ago.
10. I have been told to take $100 and to spend it on nothing but what I want/things for me.
And now for some emotion:
This feels like your heart trying to leap up your throat as if you could swallow backwards...with waterfall eyes.
Here is us in progression:
2004
2005
2006
2007
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
What the hell is today?
Often times, I forget what freakin' day it is.
Today is.....uh.....Wednesday!
That's it!
What's going on today?
Taking babes to the doctor's office to make sure the 2 year old's ear infection is gone.
What else?
Enjoying a cup of Chai tea with milk (all out of soy milk which tastes better with chai).
What else?
Getting my arm chewed on by the 4 month old and covered in love-slobber.
Baby hickies are cute.
Hey look at this frog....NICE HAT!
Well here's a funny joke:
"I hate it when old people come up to you at weddings and poke you and say "You're next!"
Well now I do the same thing to them at funerals."
LOL
Today is.....uh.....Wednesday!
That's it!
What's going on today?
Taking babes to the doctor's office to make sure the 2 year old's ear infection is gone.
What else?
Enjoying a cup of Chai tea with milk (all out of soy milk which tastes better with chai).
What else?
Getting my arm chewed on by the 4 month old and covered in love-slobber.
Baby hickies are cute.
Hey look at this frog....NICE HAT!
Well here's a funny joke:
"I hate it when old people come up to you at weddings and poke you and say "You're next!"
Well now I do the same thing to them at funerals."
LOL
Monday, May 26, 2008
Just Another Day in Paradise
After a sunny day with my family and a cold shoulder from the one person that matters lately, I made us talk. And talk. And although I haven't gotten any answers other than, "not sure" and "confused," I am more certain that what I feared is true. The outcome is still to be determined, but if the good level of openness displayed tonight is not continued and the silent crappy attitude of the previous few days resumes, I'm afraid I will lose my will to fight for what we have.
I cannot go on in life feeling unwanted, unwelcome or miserable in any way, whether on purpose or not. I give credit for honesty, life conditions, a complicated personality and realization that certain thoughts and actions will be seen as selfish or stupid in the eyes of others.....but do I really want to "win" by the toss of a coin or just being the "flop" that seems to be the direction that this flip flopper more often than not flops to? Not really. I want and deserve to be wholly wanted, loved and appreciated....not just an avoided mistake.
Despite all of this crap, I know he cares for me and loves the kids.
I wonder if talking to a 3rd party will help us or just delay the unavoidable. I imagine if the worst case scenario presented itself, it would be recommended to see someone. We shall see.
I hope it's avoidable. Really and truly though, I just hope to be happy.
This talk helped my current condition.
I no longer feel trampled on....if anything, I feel a little sturdier knowing from what I will be growing from. Knowing your bearings is a good start no matter what the situation is.
A flower that blooms in adversity is a prized flower indeed.
Friday, May 23, 2008
If I were a Flower
A flower cannot possibly bloom its best if it is constantly trampled on.
In other words......I'm not happy.
In other words......I'm not happy.
Friday, September 21, 2007
I am legally blonde
Yup - I had my hair dyed a week ago.
I'm blonde for the first time ever!
Check it out!
Jeez....I'll have to get pics of me with make-up on soon LOL
I'm blonde for the first time ever!
Check it out!
Jeez....I'll have to get pics of me with make-up on soon LOL
Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Happy birthday to my husband.
I gave him his bday present early today....a freakin' Wii!
We've been playing it all day on his comp day home from work. LOL
Now he's playing Metroid Prime 3: Corruption
He's so excited.
And me too...Mario Party was fun but watching him play this game is actually enjoyable since it's action packed and has puzzles. :)
Anyway....haven't blogged in a while.
Just been home. Pregnant.
I think I'll bake a cake tonite for his birthday. Yum yum butter recipe yellow from the box. I am obsessed with batter and so I'll probably lick the bowl and the spoon and probably stick my fingers in there before I pour it out too....lol
I swear I'll eat anything batter.
Cakes, Pie dough, cookie dough, pancake batter, tortilla dough, corn muffin mix...you name it! I love my uncooked baked goods! LOL
I gave him his bday present early today....a freakin' Wii!
We've been playing it all day on his comp day home from work. LOL
Now he's playing Metroid Prime 3: Corruption
He's so excited.
And me too...Mario Party was fun but watching him play this game is actually enjoyable since it's action packed and has puzzles. :)
Anyway....haven't blogged in a while.
Just been home. Pregnant.
I think I'll bake a cake tonite for his birthday. Yum yum butter recipe yellow from the box. I am obsessed with batter and so I'll probably lick the bowl and the spoon and probably stick my fingers in there before I pour it out too....lol
I swear I'll eat anything batter.
Cakes, Pie dough, cookie dough, pancake batter, tortilla dough, corn muffin mix...you name it! I love my uncooked baked goods! LOL
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Batman Revealed
God, I love Batman....
It's not necessarily the actors in the movies and I've never even read the comics, but I just love the idea of Batman.I could even go so far as to say that the idea of Batman even turns me on. Although, casting Christian Bale (one of my most favorite actors to lust after) as my favorite all-time character ever created was a recipe for winning my affections, or if you want to get raunchy about it, causing me to cream my pants.
A funny thing though - I can not imagine that if I were face to face with a Batman, I would not be inclined to have any sexual relations with him despite my swooning and desire to be close. He is altogether untouchable and unattainable and this could possibly be one of the reasons I adore him so much. He is what I can never have and my god is that sexy.
Another aspect of this self-analysis is that I sometimes feel that I don't necessarily want to be WITH him, but sometimes I want to BE him. I feel as if I could be that dark, brooding, do-gooder. I would want the money, the intelligence, and to be constantly in that state of preliminary romance and desire that lead up to a lust-filled, sultry, dangerous and nerve-wracking first kiss. That feeling of suspended desire that you can only get from that first mutual tender moment between two people who desire each other and are just now realizing it, moments before their flesh is allowed to alight on fire and fuse together with a touch, a kiss, an embrace, exploring the new, eager body of the other. This Batman never seems to have a lasting relationship and is continuously thrown into dark, nocturnal encounters of this sort.
The other factor is his alter-ego's wish to have a lasting relationship.It seems, I used to be this Batman-type nocturnal creature, working my feminine magic on new encounters but my Bruce Wayne has finally won me over and I wish to have a lasting relationship. To have love, to have a family and a future.But I will never forget the feeling I got when I thought of myself as a sultry vixen, a woman not to be reckoned with, a woman whom many found irresistable....I felt dark and powerful - I felt excited and alive with each first suspended moment before each new encounter - only temporarily satisfied after each conquest was completed - the thrill of the hunt - the neverending chase for that "fix" of ensnaring the desires of another. It wasn't necessarily the outcome I craved, but that moment that another human being decided to want me. I was never satisfied.
Eventually, I stopped feeling powerful from these encounters and I felt more like a victim than a vixen. I began to discover, or percieve, that the attentions I received were not of a person wanting me as a whole, but only wanting me as an unemotional, organic receptacle. I was not beloved, I was used. As used as those that I had ignorantly used for quite another reason altogether in the past. I had realized my just desserts. My own thinking destroyed my alter-ego. I had been living a fantasy designed to crumble in upon itself.
I am not really a vixen on the inside.
I am a lover, a feeler, a sympathetic soul designed to latch on to one person and devote all of my love and attention to.
I am not an independent rogue seeking conquests and gain. I am a needy partner seeking companionship and honesty.
I am not a badass. I am a comedian.
I am not chained to my woes. I am a free spirit flying like a butterfly from whim to whim.
I am not a flawless image of perfection. I'm a moody, happy, crabby, silly, bitchy, giving and selfish person....I'm a human and I make absolutely no sense to anyone but I make perfect sense to myself. Sometimes.
So yeah. Batman is the shit. Unless you anaylze his history.
I'd have to say that in my opinion, one's Glory Days aren't really very glorious if you think about it.
It's not necessarily the actors in the movies and I've never even read the comics, but I just love the idea of Batman.I could even go so far as to say that the idea of Batman even turns me on. Although, casting Christian Bale (one of my most favorite actors to lust after) as my favorite all-time character ever created was a recipe for winning my affections, or if you want to get raunchy about it, causing me to cream my pants.
A funny thing though - I can not imagine that if I were face to face with a Batman, I would not be inclined to have any sexual relations with him despite my swooning and desire to be close. He is altogether untouchable and unattainable and this could possibly be one of the reasons I adore him so much. He is what I can never have and my god is that sexy.
Another aspect of this self-analysis is that I sometimes feel that I don't necessarily want to be WITH him, but sometimes I want to BE him. I feel as if I could be that dark, brooding, do-gooder. I would want the money, the intelligence, and to be constantly in that state of preliminary romance and desire that lead up to a lust-filled, sultry, dangerous and nerve-wracking first kiss. That feeling of suspended desire that you can only get from that first mutual tender moment between two people who desire each other and are just now realizing it, moments before their flesh is allowed to alight on fire and fuse together with a touch, a kiss, an embrace, exploring the new, eager body of the other. This Batman never seems to have a lasting relationship and is continuously thrown into dark, nocturnal encounters of this sort.
The other factor is his alter-ego's wish to have a lasting relationship.It seems, I used to be this Batman-type nocturnal creature, working my feminine magic on new encounters but my Bruce Wayne has finally won me over and I wish to have a lasting relationship. To have love, to have a family and a future.But I will never forget the feeling I got when I thought of myself as a sultry vixen, a woman not to be reckoned with, a woman whom many found irresistable....I felt dark and powerful - I felt excited and alive with each first suspended moment before each new encounter - only temporarily satisfied after each conquest was completed - the thrill of the hunt - the neverending chase for that "fix" of ensnaring the desires of another. It wasn't necessarily the outcome I craved, but that moment that another human being decided to want me. I was never satisfied.
Eventually, I stopped feeling powerful from these encounters and I felt more like a victim than a vixen. I began to discover, or percieve, that the attentions I received were not of a person wanting me as a whole, but only wanting me as an unemotional, organic receptacle. I was not beloved, I was used. As used as those that I had ignorantly used for quite another reason altogether in the past. I had realized my just desserts. My own thinking destroyed my alter-ego. I had been living a fantasy designed to crumble in upon itself.
I am not really a vixen on the inside.
I am a lover, a feeler, a sympathetic soul designed to latch on to one person and devote all of my love and attention to.
I am not an independent rogue seeking conquests and gain. I am a needy partner seeking companionship and honesty.
I am not a badass. I am a comedian.
I am not chained to my woes. I am a free spirit flying like a butterfly from whim to whim.
I am not a flawless image of perfection. I'm a moody, happy, crabby, silly, bitchy, giving and selfish person....I'm a human and I make absolutely no sense to anyone but I make perfect sense to myself. Sometimes.
So yeah. Batman is the shit. Unless you anaylze his history.
I'd have to say that in my opinion, one's Glory Days aren't really very glorious if you think about it.
Humuhumunukunukua pua'a
JUNE 25, 2006
Well, I'm back from my week-long trip to Hawaii! It was a great time. Even though Al was at the conference for most of it, it was a good time when we got to do things together. The hotel was beautiful. The Rennaissance Ilikai Hotel. The pool over looked the boats docked on the shore and beyond was the ocean. There were palm trees and exotic tropical flowering trees and bushes, hibiscus, and you could smell the fragrant leis made of plumeria hung around the necks of visitors. The drinks were expensive but tasty and nice to look at with the fresh cut of pineapple and cherries. The water in the ocean was bright blue and green and on some days you could see your feet in the course, crushed-coral sand even though you were up to your chest in salt water. Snorkeling in Hanauma Bay was fun, peaceful, exciting, and kind of scary all at the same time. The fish were amazing but the choppiness of the ocean that day made swiming near the giant coral somewhat frightening since it could cut up a person with help from a crashing wave. The state fish is really fun to try to say out loud: Humuhumunukunukua'pua'a.
Fun stuff!
The Food
Here are some of the highlights.
Wailana Coffee House
Well, this has to be the most awesome place to get breakfast anywhere. First of all, it is a family diner with the most efficient server-staff ever. They were like machines! Most of them were older women of Polynesian/Filipino/Japanese descent, and the service was amazing. There was one lady by the name of Jo who served us that stood out because of her quirky way of giving food nicknames. A few examples: "Would you like some caffeine with your cholesterol?" "How would you like your eggs destroyed?" "I brought some sticky for you," and she puts down the pancake syrup. "Here is a little decor for your table," and she puts down the jars of jams and marmalades. Aside from all that, the food was great. The hashbrowns perfect, the "all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast" might has well have been called "3 Pancake Breakfast." They served fresh pineapple spears and fresh papaya which we devoured immediately. The coffee was perfect, not too strong, not bitter. We ate there almost every morning.
The Chart House T
his place was the highlight meal of the year. The appetizer was a real crab cake with fresh crabmeat served over a pasta with this amazing pink cream sauce I believe was made with guava or soemthing like that. It was great. Then we had oysters on the half shell - also fresh and delicious. Al ordered Garlic-Marinated steak, which came with garlic mashed potatoes and some vegetable medley. One bite of the tender cut of beef made our eyes roll up into our heads with ecstasy from the garlicky goodness. I ordered the Spiny Lobster Tail which was the best tasting lobster tail I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. I too had the garlic mashed potatoes and soy beans with carrots. It was not only fabulous food and never-ending refilling your water service, but we were on the deck just outside the main room with a view of the boats, and the ocean immediately before us with a palm tree right next to our table just outside the railing. The breeze from the ocean cooled our faces and during our meal out of nowhere a fireworks show began exploding just to the left of our already beautiful view, immortalizing the magic evening forever.
Todai
This was a Japanese buffet restaraunt which served sushi, rolls, customized stir fry and desserts. It was interesting choosing from all the sushi rolls, including one called "ocean salad" but unfortunately we had to get back to the hotel for a session of the conference and so I had to grab a quick bite of pineapple and a pineapple tart from the dessert line as we headed out the door.
L & L BBQ
This is one of the local Hawaiian dives that we stopped at while on our excursion around the island in a crappy rental Tracker when we stopped in Wahi'wa to visit my friend Deyja. From what I heard from several people was that the equivalent of Philly's staple Cheesesteak was Hawaii's staple Plate Lunch. The plate lunch was usually two scoops of rice, one scoop of macaroni salad heavy heavy on the mayonnaise, and your choice of BBQ meat. The teriyaki steak (Teri Steak) had a great flavor (sweet and salty), the other meats wre chicken, ribs (cut across the bones so that you had meat surrounding 3 or 4 button-shaped bones rather than cut between the bones so that you have whole rib bones). Or you could have Mahi Mahi or fried shrimp. It was a fusion of Chinese and Polynesian cuisine that had been scaled down to a fattening BBQ type joint basically. I would have to say that I was not really impressed other than that the teri steak's flavor reminded me of how my Filipino step-mother made her steaks at home.
Shrimp Farm
On our way around the island in our crappy Tracker, we saw amazing views of the ocean and the misty mountains, but one of the well-known finds on the road that surrounds the island is the fresh shrimp farm trucks. That's right. Shrimp from a giant trailer. They had a tank full of big shrimps swimming around that they would catch, de-head and boil right there for you. It was amazing. We ate the shrimp with nothing on them and it was the freshest shrimp ever. They didn't even taste fishy, Al said. That was a pleasant stop.
The Dixie Grill
The outer exterior of this place was that of a red barn and they boasted the best crabs and BBQ/southern food around. I had to try it! They had chicken fried stead on the menu and I was filled with nostalgia from Texas. I ordered the BBQ chicken and brisket, Al had the chicken and ribs. They were amazing. Well, the chicken wasn't that great, but the brisket was something I haven't tasted in years since I lived in Texas. They had their own BBQ sauces, 6 different kinds! I liked the Memphis style and the Hawaiian style. I bought two bottles of each. The hush puppies were awesome and they had these yams that were not orange in color, but a pale yellow! They were freakin great too! FYI - Hawaii has purple yams too.....neat!
Well, Al and I had a good time and we took lots of video and pictures.
Hopefully I can get some of those soon - I have to develop mine and get them on a Cd and Al used a digital camera so I might get his first. My dumbass packed my 800 speed film in the bag that I checked on the plane so I'm hoping that the X-Ray didn't ruin the film. *crosses fingers* If so, at least I have my memories. I did plenty of shopping and got some tropical print skirts, keychains, a Hawaiian shirt for my dad and Al bought our friend Lucas a grass skirt and coconut boobs just like he wanted. THAT is a picture I must get up here hahahaah! Aloha and Mahalo to you all - but honestly I'm glad I don't have to hear those words or stupid ukeleilis anymore. The Hawaiian language is so primitive sounding and all the street names all sound the same! I really enjoyed how nice everyone was though. Al and I wondered if perhaps it was just for the tourists, but no! The cab driver was nice, the young guy at the Adidas store in the mall was really cool, the lady on the bus was friendly and they all talked to you and seemed generally interested in where you came from and what you were up to. I imaging they like to get news from the mainland other than CNN. It was very refreshing though, apart from the ukeleli music in the touristy places. The reggae music was great. But when we got home I asked Lucas to tell me to fuck off so I could feel like I was home again. He obliged and I squealed with delight and gave him a hug even though he was wearing those goofy coconuts that we got him.
Well, I'm back from my week-long trip to Hawaii! It was a great time. Even though Al was at the conference for most of it, it was a good time when we got to do things together. The hotel was beautiful. The Rennaissance Ilikai Hotel. The pool over looked the boats docked on the shore and beyond was the ocean. There were palm trees and exotic tropical flowering trees and bushes, hibiscus, and you could smell the fragrant leis made of plumeria hung around the necks of visitors. The drinks were expensive but tasty and nice to look at with the fresh cut of pineapple and cherries. The water in the ocean was bright blue and green and on some days you could see your feet in the course, crushed-coral sand even though you were up to your chest in salt water. Snorkeling in Hanauma Bay was fun, peaceful, exciting, and kind of scary all at the same time. The fish were amazing but the choppiness of the ocean that day made swiming near the giant coral somewhat frightening since it could cut up a person with help from a crashing wave. The state fish is really fun to try to say out loud: Humuhumunukunukua'pua'a.
Fun stuff!
The Food
Here are some of the highlights.
Wailana Coffee House
Well, this has to be the most awesome place to get breakfast anywhere. First of all, it is a family diner with the most efficient server-staff ever. They were like machines! Most of them were older women of Polynesian/Filipino/Japanese descent, and the service was amazing. There was one lady by the name of Jo who served us that stood out because of her quirky way of giving food nicknames. A few examples: "Would you like some caffeine with your cholesterol?" "How would you like your eggs destroyed?" "I brought some sticky for you," and she puts down the pancake syrup. "Here is a little decor for your table," and she puts down the jars of jams and marmalades. Aside from all that, the food was great. The hashbrowns perfect, the "all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast" might has well have been called "3 Pancake Breakfast." They served fresh pineapple spears and fresh papaya which we devoured immediately. The coffee was perfect, not too strong, not bitter. We ate there almost every morning.
The Chart House T
his place was the highlight meal of the year. The appetizer was a real crab cake with fresh crabmeat served over a pasta with this amazing pink cream sauce I believe was made with guava or soemthing like that. It was great. Then we had oysters on the half shell - also fresh and delicious. Al ordered Garlic-Marinated steak, which came with garlic mashed potatoes and some vegetable medley. One bite of the tender cut of beef made our eyes roll up into our heads with ecstasy from the garlicky goodness. I ordered the Spiny Lobster Tail which was the best tasting lobster tail I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. I too had the garlic mashed potatoes and soy beans with carrots. It was not only fabulous food and never-ending refilling your water service, but we were on the deck just outside the main room with a view of the boats, and the ocean immediately before us with a palm tree right next to our table just outside the railing. The breeze from the ocean cooled our faces and during our meal out of nowhere a fireworks show began exploding just to the left of our already beautiful view, immortalizing the magic evening forever.
Todai
This was a Japanese buffet restaraunt which served sushi, rolls, customized stir fry and desserts. It was interesting choosing from all the sushi rolls, including one called "ocean salad" but unfortunately we had to get back to the hotel for a session of the conference and so I had to grab a quick bite of pineapple and a pineapple tart from the dessert line as we headed out the door.
L & L BBQ
This is one of the local Hawaiian dives that we stopped at while on our excursion around the island in a crappy rental Tracker when we stopped in Wahi'wa to visit my friend Deyja. From what I heard from several people was that the equivalent of Philly's staple Cheesesteak was Hawaii's staple Plate Lunch. The plate lunch was usually two scoops of rice, one scoop of macaroni salad heavy heavy on the mayonnaise, and your choice of BBQ meat. The teriyaki steak (Teri Steak) had a great flavor (sweet and salty), the other meats wre chicken, ribs (cut across the bones so that you had meat surrounding 3 or 4 button-shaped bones rather than cut between the bones so that you have whole rib bones). Or you could have Mahi Mahi or fried shrimp. It was a fusion of Chinese and Polynesian cuisine that had been scaled down to a fattening BBQ type joint basically. I would have to say that I was not really impressed other than that the teri steak's flavor reminded me of how my Filipino step-mother made her steaks at home.
Shrimp Farm
On our way around the island in our crappy Tracker, we saw amazing views of the ocean and the misty mountains, but one of the well-known finds on the road that surrounds the island is the fresh shrimp farm trucks. That's right. Shrimp from a giant trailer. They had a tank full of big shrimps swimming around that they would catch, de-head and boil right there for you. It was amazing. We ate the shrimp with nothing on them and it was the freshest shrimp ever. They didn't even taste fishy, Al said. That was a pleasant stop.
The Dixie Grill
The outer exterior of this place was that of a red barn and they boasted the best crabs and BBQ/southern food around. I had to try it! They had chicken fried stead on the menu and I was filled with nostalgia from Texas. I ordered the BBQ chicken and brisket, Al had the chicken and ribs. They were amazing. Well, the chicken wasn't that great, but the brisket was something I haven't tasted in years since I lived in Texas. They had their own BBQ sauces, 6 different kinds! I liked the Memphis style and the Hawaiian style. I bought two bottles of each. The hush puppies were awesome and they had these yams that were not orange in color, but a pale yellow! They were freakin great too! FYI - Hawaii has purple yams too.....neat!
Well, Al and I had a good time and we took lots of video and pictures.
Hopefully I can get some of those soon - I have to develop mine and get them on a Cd and Al used a digital camera so I might get his first. My dumbass packed my 800 speed film in the bag that I checked on the plane so I'm hoping that the X-Ray didn't ruin the film. *crosses fingers* If so, at least I have my memories. I did plenty of shopping and got some tropical print skirts, keychains, a Hawaiian shirt for my dad and Al bought our friend Lucas a grass skirt and coconut boobs just like he wanted. THAT is a picture I must get up here hahahaah! Aloha and Mahalo to you all - but honestly I'm glad I don't have to hear those words or stupid ukeleilis anymore. The Hawaiian language is so primitive sounding and all the street names all sound the same! I really enjoyed how nice everyone was though. Al and I wondered if perhaps it was just for the tourists, but no! The cab driver was nice, the young guy at the Adidas store in the mall was really cool, the lady on the bus was friendly and they all talked to you and seemed generally interested in where you came from and what you were up to. I imaging they like to get news from the mainland other than CNN. It was very refreshing though, apart from the ukeleli music in the touristy places. The reggae music was great. But when we got home I asked Lucas to tell me to fuck off so I could feel like I was home again. He obliged and I squealed with delight and gave him a hug even though he was wearing those goofy coconuts that we got him.
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