Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Happy Halloween! It just isn't Halloween without seeing the Thriller video. That album became my obsession when I was a little girl. I would play our Thriller LP (ooooh, vinyl!) every chance I could get. Parents were concerned I'd scratch their records so they got me a cassette of it to play to my heart's content. Just recently Civic was a doll and "donated" his HMV Club card stamps towards getting me the special edition of Thriller. *sighs proudly* Yup, I've got Thriller in all forms except for 8-track...but I can't even remember if he put it out on 8-track. Just to feed my obsession further my dad gave me a copy of "The Making of Thriller." I watched it all the time. I even took it with me for show and tell one week in 1st grade. Maybe my memory is just hyping it up beyond what actually happened but I swear my teacher let us watch the whole entire tape (a little over an hour, if I remember) which, undoubtedly, made me the hero tha

A Riddle! The President has a small one. Arnold has a BIG one. Bill Clinton uses his alot. Madonna doesn't have one. The Pope has one but doesn't use it. What is it?

Look at her!!!!! Missy Elliott is my hero.

Things I have learned lately reading the bible will help you to avoid those URL typos in the future (go ahead and try it with your own Blogspot blogs...swap blogspot for blogpot or blogpsot) Thanks Shem. Lana, that lovable little 18-month-old, has a boyfriend in her daycare. The little darling is so independent, however, that it is obvious she is the one who wears the pants in the relationship. The little guy is the sensitive one. I should have known better than to expect the nice weather to last past the club crawl this Saturday. Last night's rain evolved into a light snowfall. Ah well, that hasn't swayed my costume choices in the past. Even guys need support and want that extra bit of va-va-va-voom on special occasions. :) (Thanks, Naked Condo .)

Looking good, feeling great. It would seem that a lot of the blogs I read have been writing about "fatness" lately. It takes a lot to make me mad, and it's not like they were writing about me specifically. However, I still can't help but take some offense to it all. Unfortunately, I share in their off-kilter mentality. It's sad, I know. I am a "skinny"-person elitist trapped in a big girl's body. How off-kilter are they/we? A girl who's size 12 (from my guesses) laments her fatness. Women who are maybe a size 6 still suffer from size denial and pour themselves into a 2 or a 4 (which looks horrendous, I may add...look at me, I'm bigger than you, but at least I don't have rolls bulging out of my mis-sized jeans) I was once commenting on my fatness to Mijo and, in what I would hope was his efforts to make me feel better, said: "I mean, how much do you weigh? 120?" Bless his heart if he really thinks I look like I weig

Calling all heroes First off, Phenoms won this Sunday. Like there was any doubt! Unfortunately, NE Express is still undefeated. Dang them. Weird Kid brought me and baby sis along to his company activity of the month. In true Halloween spirit they decided to check out the latest Project X entitled The Asylum. For all you non-Calgarians, Project X creates a "haunted house" every year. Each one supposedly scarier than the next. (Weird Kid spoke with one of the "bloody mad scientists" while he was waiting for us outside the bathrooms. If these guys get their ideas to work next year is going to horrifying. There'll be hearse rides -- think: hay rides -- and little picture shows that you watch from within a coffin as you lay there. Nooooooo thank you.) I think the spooky/scariness is the worst part of Halloween. What's wrong with just having it as an occasion to transform yourself into something you've always wanted to be? What's wrong wit

Oooh-la-la, Ulala! I think I'm a video-game addict, or a relative one, considering I'm a girl and "girls" don't play video games. I've always loved Tetris (don't argue with me about it being a video game...it was on Nintendo and therefore a video game) and Yoshi. Dr. Mario was loads of fun. I don't do a lot of sports games, but I adore SSX Tricky. I don't do car games, but I love driving around in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City just so I can listen to the 80s tunes. Forget about the missions! It's all about cruising the city. What I DO do, are the musical games. I get so addicted to those. First one I ever tried was Bust-A-Move (Bust-A-Groove, here in North America.) and I was hooked. Every moment I got the Playstation away from my brother I'd play that game to its completion. I needed new fixes...I craved the Bust-A-Groove sequels. Unfortunately, they never came to North America...and I couldn't find pirated copies anywher

I'll trade ya A Halloween tale for you. I believe it was in the 10th grade, Daisy was having a Halloween party. That girl loves playing hostess. She even had party games set up back in those days. Have you ever played the game "Bigger and Better?" I hadn't until that party. So she split us up into, I think, 4 different teams and handed each team one of those itty-bitty chocolate bars you give out to Trick-or-Treaters. You're supposed to take this chocolate bar out into the neighborhood door-to-door and ask them if they have something "bigger and better" they could trade you for the chocolate bar. (Get your minds out of the gutter!) Following that you try and trade in your newly swapped swag for something even "bigger and better." After an hour all the teams meet back at the house to see who managed to get what. I didn't think it would fly...surely the neighbors would grumble about us "rotten kids" behaving all stupid.

You know where to find me This week feels like a drawn out episode of "This Is Your Life." Not that I've ever seen the show, I'm just basing my correlation on the parodies I used to see on Sesame Street as a little girl. If this carries on, all my old friends from school will know where I work. Am I ashamed of what I do, considering all the education I worked hard to achieve? Yes, a bit. I'll admit it is a tad embarassing to be "caught" working in retail when everyone's last impression of you was this girl who did well in school and took her education seriously. Depending on how defensive I feel when I run into these people I just want to blurt out "I got my university degree!" even if it has nothing to do with what we're talking about at the moment. I can't bear to have them thinking I was some sort of drop-out/failure. Anyway, another friend from back in the day found me over at my store. Yet again, they recognized me b

Progress white dress...check garter belt...it's pink but I like it a lot better than white so check blonde hair...check hat...know where, just have to get it eye patch...check, just have to tweak it a bit stockings...know where, just have to get it Must find appropriate shoes. Must not buy more shoes. Hmmm, dilemma. And more people are turning to my blog for information on this costume...I don't like the sounds of that. I'm going to be the biggest, most marshmallowiest Viper Assassin in the world. I wish I could be The Bride...but finding those exact Asics and track suit would be next to impossible.

"You remind me of my jeep." Old news, but I felt like speaking about it. Ok, I don't think anybody can deny that there are, and have always been, two major problems with R. Kelly. No. 1) I don't know about you, but I wasn't at all surprised when he got busted with those underage girls. The day he married young, impressionable Aaliyah gave his dirty little preference away clearly. No. 2) He's a miserable smooth talker. Used car salesman, all the way, baby. "The way you do the things you do reminds me of my Lexus Coupe." How? Explain! And he goes on with the stupid car analogies "I'm about to take my key and stick it in the ignition...so gimme that 'toot, toot,' lemme give you that 'beep, beep.'" Please don't tell me this is how he won over Aaliyah's heart. Again, this is nothing new. *clears throat* "You remind me of my jeep, I wanna ride it. Something like my sound, I wanna pump it. Girl

"You're my million-dollar baby. My pretty, sexy lady." I deserve to have every single one of Barry White's greatest hits dedicated to me, dang it. But that's just one girl's opinion. *smiles sweetly* A while back, I read in Kelly's comments how, after 5 years of being cancer-free, one is considered to be at no greater risk of having cancer again than any random individual who has never had cancer in their life (thus far) of getting cancer themselves. That gives me 3 and a half more years. 3.5 years until I can stop concerning myself with the possibility of causing my family and friends grief. 40 months till I cease having pre-emptive guilt for leaving my yet-to-be-even-conceived children motherless or, worse, orphaned. About 1200 days before I can freely fall in love without thinking I'm giving him the bum end of the bargain, what with me possibly dying on him and all. 3 and a half years to shape up my life so that when all this worrying is

Nothing wrong with my eyes on this one I forgot to mention an encounter on the weekend. I love encounters like these: I was working the closing shift on Friday night. When the jewelry girls are all busy and there aren't a lot of people to kill time with I can be quite the little busybee in my department. That reminds me of a childhood memory all of my friends seemed to have of which I have no recollection...but that's for another time. Right, so jewelry girls were busy, evening was going slow. I set myself about restocking socks. You just know the work is crawling when you are restocking the smallest, most inexpensive items in your department. That's when I noticed someone standing at my counter ready to buy some stuffs. As I'm heading over to my till I realize that the lady is really pretty. Don't get me wrong, I love the guys. But there's nothing wrong with recognizing players on your own team who really have it going on. This young lady was dre

Come on, pass that dutch, baby! Shake shake shake your stuff, ladies! Missy Elliott fans must surely know that her latest CD will be released November 25th. I'm just behind on sharing the news. I can't wait. You all know that she's a major inspiration for my weight-loss situation. (Not to mention, Queen Latifah looks like she's doing/looking well herself.) Plus, Missy's music, I find, are just the right pace for my workout at the gym. Her and Daft Punk's Homework. Not Daft Punk's Discovery, Homework . Discovery is too lax and I've always felt that Homework was their better album, anyway. Having new grooves to work out to will be terrific.

Ramble ramble Sooo sleepy and it's only 10 pm. Phenoms won today! I forget who their opponents were this game around, but boy did they play rough. I wonder how Flamingo's team did? Sometime during the season they really need to lose so they'll be on even par with the Phenoms for the semi-finals/finals. Can we say "rematch?" Also, looking at their game schedules for the rest of the season, it doesn't look like I'll be seeing Flamingo at all for the next couple of months. Unless he comes early/stays late to watch a few other games. Bizkette can't believe I'm still going on about Flamingo. I agree with her, but I can't help it. SunMoon can't believe that after all these years all of a sudden I'm too shy to start up a conversation with the guy. I can see where she's coming from, too. Bah. My new phone is snazzycakes. I'm happy now. Loud earpiece, loud rings, a bit of a delay between the vibrate and the first ring,

Act your age! I must thank Daisy and Bizkette for a wonderful evening out last night. I adore those Tirasmoothies at Kelsey's. Bizkette also showed us her soon-to-be digs. I'm so excited for her! Word to those two: We have got to make certain that we keep each other inline with "the plan." We must see it through! Not only did we have yummy drinks at Kelsey's, we also had some chocolate bubble tea afterwards! Aren't they unbelievably fantastic? (I mean the girls, although chocolate bubble tea rocks, too.) Here's where the irony plays in. I had work today at 7:30 in the morning. Yes, groan with me people. We were going to go back to Bizkette's to watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Yes, I know, if I were sensible I would've called it a night after the bubble tea...but I love hanging out with the girls so I wasn't going to be a party-pooper. As if by some sort of psychic connection, Bizkette started yawning and Daisy was feeling

Some good some bad I absolutely thought I was going to get away with an Ericsson today. He was ringing it up and everything. But then a fellow salesguy informed him that they don't offer the Ericsson I wanted as part of the hardware upgrade anymore. *sigh* Sooooo close. And I was leaning towards the V60 'cuz I figured it'd be louder and more practical...but salesguy and Weird Kid swayed me towards the T720 with all its fandangled bells and whistles. Happy? Sad? I have no clue. I always suffer from a bit of post-purchase stress when it comes to expensive gizmos and whether or not I'll actually like them. Except for my computer, of course...that was an easy buy. We'll see how this puppy keeps up with me this weekend. Think I could make this work for a Halloween costume? And in other news, Ryan cleans up quite nicely...and the newlywed is wondering if he'll ever blog again.

There she goes. There she goes again. And so we say goodbye again, SunMoon . I tell ya, 6 weeks just isn't enough these days. We never got to do Banff, never got to go rollerskating, never got to do a lot of things together. It will be a loooong wait until June. I'm glad so many of us came to your farewell party. Isn't it nice to know you will be missed? Take good care of yourself while you're away. We'll all be here for you when you get back.

If you had told me then what you are telling me now... Call it delayed teenage rebellion or whatever, but I am thinking that belly button piercings are pretty sexy. Mind you, I wouldn't want anything extravagant Just a regular barbell for me, thanks. I've seen some crazy ones, things that look like chandeliers dangling from one's tummy. Those make me extremely squeamish. I'm so scared that they'll get tugged off or something equally nasty. So I bounced the idea off my mom. I figure, if I can get over my squeamishness, and after my tummy is flatter than it is now...I may go get myself a pierced navel. That's all I want. A couple people I know have nipples done. It sounds great, but there is no way I would be able to go through that. You know what she said to me? "You're too old for that. Maybe if you were 18 or something, then that would be alright." Excuse me? Sure at 18, I can go ahead and do whatever I want to my body. But I bet

"Now I know why he's a Red Hot Lover. He's pretty well-endowed...and the water was pretty cold, too." Alright, before the wonderful evening watching Kill Bill Vol. I on Sunday, there was also the yummy turkey and the Phenoms' CPBA game and I haven't even touched on how Saturday went. Phenoms vs. NE Express. NE Express won by one point. ONE POINT! with three seconds left to the game. We were leading by an entire basket up until that NE guy swished a three pointer with no time for us to get the ball back to our court. Grrrrr. Soooo close! I'm choked. And, lo and behold, Flamingo got a crew cut which absolutely killed me. I doubt he knows of my affinity for buzzed 'dos, but ohhhhh man. Absolutely unfair. Mind you, the fact that he won the game made it easy to dismiss his Marine-looking sexiness. After the game I was standing by the door to the gym as he headed towards me with this massive grin on his face. (He doesn't look as good

I know "patience is a virtue" but whatever La la la, I saw Kill Bill Vol. I last night, la la la la la. Neener neener pumpkin eater...I did that, too. Pumpkin pie, that is. Alright, Kill Bill Vol. I. Hands down one of the best movies I've ever seen in a long time. Sure, it was gross, but it has to be to emulate that old school samurai movie type style. Anybody remember watching Ran from junior high? That should give you an idea. We made it to the latest show possible; 10:35. We sat at the very back (theatre filled up pretty quickly) and right in front of us were these kids who were maybe 8...10 years old. Their parents took them to go see the movie (parents were on the other side of our aisle...which made for extreme annoyance during the previews 'cuz the kids kept going back and forth between seats. Kill Bill Vol. I is rated 18A...doesn't that mean that kids aren't allowed in there? Even with adult supervision? I mean, don't get me wrong,

4 a.m. soooooo possed I feel youngf again. yAYAY YAYA!

Friday night and the weekend's here This is bad, very bad. The more I'm away from the "working world" the more I'm resistant to becoming part of it. This week I worked at the store Monday to Friday. And as much as I adore my coworkers I did not enjoy having to take time out of my life to make an appearance and "work" 5 days in a row. To illustrate further just how spoiled/lazy I have become: my only full 8-hour day was on Monday, and the other 4 days I worked 6 hour shifts...and yet I whine. It sets the time I can workout (which I hate....I despise working out at the gym after all the 9-5ers have gotten out of work) and limits the times I can do my phonecalls (need to get in touch with Blue Cross, discuss my phone upgrade options...) and, ironically, constricts the times I can actually search for a job during open office hours. Bah. Anyway, the weekend's here, and I actually have it off like the rest of you office-people. :) Well, except f

Buuuut...I don't want to be last! Due to schedule conflicts, my brother and I can't catch Kill Bill Vol. I (one must stress that it is only the first installment of 2 parts!) until Tuesday at the earliest. I hate having grown-up adult schedules where we don't have much common free-time. All excited, I tried to set up a Kill Bill (Vol. I!) viewing with the little bro. B for baby bro, L for me. B: Kill Bill got 4 outta 4 in the paper. (He always has to check the reviews, why it matters to him I don't know since the paper tends to hate movies we love.) L: Were you expecting any less? B: No no. I'm just saying. L: Let's go watch it! But I can't today. I've got plans. You go see it without me tonight and I'll kill you. B: I can't see it tonight anyways, I'm working. L: I've got plans tomorrow night, but I'm not working in the day. Matinee? B: I'm working in the afternoon, and it doesn't matter about the ev

Now at a theatre near you Ohhhhh my. Kill Bill Vol. I is out today. The anticipation is over . As much as I adore Pulp Fiction and Jackie Brown, I'm ashamed to admit I have not seen Reservoir Dogs. Up until Pulp Fiction came out, I didn't even know Quentin Tarentino was cool...and Reservoir Dogs sounded like one of those war movies that my dad loves so much hence I paid no attention to it. I must rectify that situation soon. Showcase aired Jackie Brown last night and Pulp Fiction tonight in preparation for Kill Bill. Even though I own both movies I still watched it on TV to catch some of my favorite scenes. Perhaps they showed Reservoir Dogs the night before Jackie Brown? I didn't catch it. No matter. I'm sure after I finally see it I'll be adding it to my collection as well. Mooooving right along, all the weekend plans have been shuffled around. Tequila tomorrow night may be a no-go (shrinking turnout...pet peeve no. 235: people who don't know

I'll have a shot of watermelon tequila...and some drama to chase it down, thanks. Senor Carlos has got to be one of my favorite restaurants in the city. Alright, I have a lot of "favorite restaurants" -- most I can't take the whole crew to since everyone's tastes are so diverse -- but Senor Carlos is definitely up there. It has become Posie's favorite, too. They must have had a serious hiring binge in the past little while (we haven't gone since May) 'cuz now we know 3 people who work there. 2 of them are new. Not sure what to think of that. First one, we'll call him Scrub (yes, very old terminology), is the textbook definition of a deadbeat dad. Moreover, his deadbeatdad-ness is of personal importance to our family circle. Anyway, one of us believes that he owes us free food. The other, knowing that he knows she does not hold him in very high regard, is concerned he'll spit in said food, or worse. I mean, yes, it's a show of so

A steal! I was going to say "Bow down to the shopping goddess!" but I may have competition for the title now. Over the weekend I got the snazziest little Nine West purse off the clearance section at my store. It used to be a "special buy" of 29.99 and then it hit clearance and, ta-da, this weekend we blew it out with an additional 60% off the last price. How much did I spend on my Nine West bag? $3.64. And that includes our 7% tax. Uh, just don't ask me how many purses I have now. Even I don't want to know. But looking in one corner of my room I count at least 10. And those are purses I used at some point in the past month (as in, not sitting in my closet gathering dust.) But see, mare got a suede military-style coat for 27 dollars! I mean, most decent pairs of shoes cost more than that, and she got a COAT for that price! Even I bow down to that.

My little trooper Reading kool keith's post about preparing some water for wacko reminded me that it was about that time for Taco's "bath" so to speak. So I prepped some water, oh I don't know, I think it was last Thursday or Friday with the intentions of changing his H20 as soon as the water got itself all conditioned and room temperature-ish. Yeah, well, the new water sat there by his mini-tank for days and days and days. This morning I finally got down to switching him over. I went over to him to say good morning (Yes, I know he's just a fish, but he's my little pal.) and I found him floating on his side. Oh. my. god. So I stooped over so we were eye to eye and he got himself upright and glared at me for a second, as if to say "Change my water already, you stoopid ho!" and then went back to "chilling" on his side. Poor little guy. His little tank got a good scrubbing, and now he's all swimmy-spectacular again. Hopefu

It's 12 a.m. and all's well. Thanks for the well-wishes. I'm feeling much better now. Also, thankfully, Flamingo wasn't at the gym yet when the Phenoms had their game. He did not see me in all my wretched sickliness. And the Phenoms won again! Yay, Phenoms! Next week, 2:30, they'll duke it out with Flamingo's team. Ooooooh, that's going to be a tight game! I still can't figure out what Double J says when Bobby C falls off the bridge. I mean, how many times have I watched that movie? And each time I've watched it I've played that one scene at least twice to try and figure out the line....still can't tell. Though, this time around, thanks to Daisy's tip I DID notice Annette smirking after looking at her own chest in comparison to the topless gogo dancer's. This Saturday SunMoon is having an "exotic food" potluck....open invitation. Bring something you don't think anyone else has tried. Then, time permittin

Ring-a-ling-a-ling As excited as I am to be shopping for a new phone, I always forget how annoying it is to deal with celly dealers. Actually, scratch that. I've had great guys help me out with my cellies...it's the uncertainty with deciding between phones that I can't handle. It takes up too much time. I wish my brother had his "supposed" new Ericsson (just like the one I want) but he's been on a waiting list for it for about two months now. It might not even matter if I got to see his and decide that's the one for me. According to one of the cell guys I talked to today, they took the T306 off the upgrade program. Say it ain't so! After zak suggested the Sanyos I went searching for one. I'm open to trying the other brands (though not sure about the Siemens....anybody know?) Unfortunately, my provider doesn't sell Sanyos. And since I really don't need one of those crazy phone/palmpilot thingies that leaves me with Panasonic.

Me so smart It's 3 in the friggin' morning and I feel sort of lame since I've been home since midnight. Then again, I'm all sniffly like I said before. So what's up with the nightowl behavior? I blame all the coffee I consumed while I was out earlier this evening. Buuuuut....in my insomniac state I piddled around with my blog and managed to fix my permalink problem. Yay for me! Do I feel more page design-literate as a result? Not really. Oi vay, this headache just won't quit. I can't figure out if I should blame it on my sinuses or to all the caffeine. I'm going to look so beeyootiful tomorrow in front of Flamingo during the game. *sigh*

Sexy noises turn me on What's with guys and their fixation with raspy voices? Civic loves Tara Reid's voice...and yeah, I suppose it's a good voice. But TARA REID???? I guess it's not just guys. I mean, Vin Diesel, hello? I'd let him growl at me anytime. :) And Jason Statham has a sexy voice, too. Mmmm. Growly boys. I've always hated how I sound on recordings. I know most people are like that, but I really don't think recordings do my voice justice. At least, not as I hear it in my head. Being sick sometimes has the unexpected benefit of sexifying one's voice. I think I'm on the way to one of those voices. Not appreciating the runny nose business, but the voice sounds good. At least, in my head it does. Well alright, except for the annoyance of sounding all stuffed up. Now would be a nice time to curl up on the couch and watch Saturday Night Fever.

Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Bastitch!

You need to get out more often To the guy (at least I would hope you're a guy) who googled my site with "chubby filipina babes": I checked out what kind of sites would have been alongside mine when you typed in your search, and I bet you were disappointed in my blog. Weren't you? WEREN'T YOU???? Pervert.

Boooooooo Is anyone else having problems making links to their previous posts? Mine just don't match up anymore, and I've scrutinized it very carefully. This bites goats. Not only that, but I have a sneaking suspicion that everyone who has used Haloscan forever lost all their comments past June. I know I did. I looked at aqua angel's blog and noticed the same thing. Grrrr. How about your comments, Desiree ?

A penny saved... I think I was 10 when my parents took my brother and I to the bank so we could start our very own savings accounts (not the secret ones they had for us...as far as we knew, we didn't have bank accounts yet.) I deposited a whole 12 dollars. We weren't raised on the whole chores/allowance system. Once in a while they gave us money to buy ourselves treats and such. And of course there were birthdays and Christmas, and with so many relatives all around us and with most of them not being very big on shopping for presents our take was pretty good. You know how else I got my change when I was a little girl? Pay phones and newspaper boxes. Always check the coin slot for change left behind. Always. Oh yeah, and the shopping carts people are too lazy to return for their quarter. That's cashmoney, too. (Although now those carts are worth a dollar! Geez, kids have it great these days.) I didn't babysit until I was 13. So yeah, we got bank accounts.

"You can be what you want to be...In Living Color" I miss that show. Lots. So October is upon us, and you all know what that means. We have a month to figure out our costumes, more or less. Halloween Howler (the annual club crawl) is on November 1st this year. Are you with me, people??? I can't decide what I want to be this year. Who knows what the weather will be like at the end of the month, but the clubs are always boiling. Lara Croft was a blast, and I'd like to make my Playboy costume more authentic someday. However, that's not going to happen this year, nu-uh. You know? I've always wanted to be a boxer. That deserves some consideration. If I had a more savvy group (I doubt Civic and Daisy could help me pull this one off, considering they are most likely indifferent to the idea.) I'd definitely want to do an ensemble costume. I mean, I could be Mia Wallace, someone else could be Vincent Vega, another Butch, another Marsellus Wallace,

"Brown girl in the ring, traalalalala. There's a brown girl in the ring, traaalalalalala." Who in the world came up with that song? Never mind, just found out it's Boney M. Go figure. "She looks like a sugar in a plum, plum plum." Oi, anyway. Cell phone, contract's been two years now. You know what that means, boys and girls? Hardware upgrade! I was shocked, nay, baffled, when I tried to get some guys' opinions on phones. Guys are gadgety, correct? They know what's good and what's not-so-good....ask them! Turns out, no, a phone is a phone is a phone. Whoa, could've fooled me. Alright, so in the past I've had that big honking Motorola MicroTAC (Micro, hah!) which turned into the Ericsson T18d. I adored that Ericsson. Then it broke, and it was past warranty...and it was more cost-effective to just get a new phone (hardware upgrade yet again). So, being a moron, I got the Nokia 3360. And I KNEW I shouldn't have go