Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Little sunshine Those who read aqua_angel's blog know that our friend Sunny and her husband Sunny Boy are now the proud parents of a baby Sunny Girl! *swoons* But I think everyone was convinced she was going to be a boy. Much like how everyone thought yours truly was going to be a boy. At least they had a name ready for Sunny Girl...rather than her being nameless for a few days. And what a wonderful thought it was to name Sunny Girl after Sexy Eyes. Sexy Eyes meant a lot to Sunny. A beautiful tribute. Last night we also celebrated/lamented Daisy's last day of her teaching contract at her school. Hoo boy, last night was a bit more socially indulgent than I've managed in a long while. 5 martinis in 2 hours. 5 martinis in 2 hours between two lounges and a pub. Mind you I didn't drink anything at the pub. My wallet was sizzling with activity, I'll tell you that much. I don't normally gouge out my funds on alcohol like that...at least not in one nig

"If I can't have you I don't want nobody, baby!" Oh my god oh my god oh my god. I finally did it, I finally got myself a copy of Saturday Night Fever on DVD. I don't know why I never picked it up earlier when it was clear that I wasn't going to get it all these past Christmases and birthdays. But now it's mine. MINE! And the packaging is so beeyooootiful. I just hope that they transfered the film onto DVD just as beautifully. Believe me, I'd notice. I've watched this movie so many times I've soaked in all the little details and everything. Not like Annie . Sadly I'm very disappointed in my Annie DVD. I even exchanged it 'cuz I thought mine was faulty...but alas, it looks like all the copies have those same faults. Molly's voice cuts out on the track during "It's A Hard Knock Life" when she's imitating Miss Hannigan. You never get to hear her order "Fix that bed! Sweep that floor!" Check

Communication My parents have never sat me down for "the talk." I've heard of a few friends getting the talk when they were younger and, yeah, I'm kind of glad my parents and I never went there. Maybe they figured I would figure it out myself. I mean, if I could figure out my homework without asking them for help then I could figure this out. For sure. Or maybe they figured I'd grow up to be a nun. Anyway, never had the talk...and I think, at my age, if they ever decided to have the talk with me it'd look a little ridiculous. But then again, the majority of those I've talked to have never had the talk with their parents. I think my generation has turned out alright for the most part. There was this one time when I chastised my friend when him and his girl at the time were having a pregnancy scare. Noone had told him how stupid and reckless the pullout method was. (Him and I were pretty old when he went through this and he should've known

If I can make it there I can make it anywhere Today's purse of the day: my beloved Brooklyn Bridge tote. If you were to drop me in the middle of that wonderful city and make me fend for myself...I'm positive that with my current disposition NYC would eat me alive. I need to channel that Aries side of me. I need to push back. Cue that Rocky music! *jab jab jab jab uppercut* And I am starting to try. I just found a position which may suit my university degree to a T, and it even sounds like fun! Annnnnd, it's downtown. *swoons* Now I just have to polish up my resume.

Quit throwing money at me, unless it's free I could live a lot larger if I didn't hate debt so much. I bought some new boots at work the other day and I made the mistake of having one of the girls print me out a temporary credit card ('cuz I avoid bringing that card with me...too much temptation). The temp card also has your credit limit printed on it. "Holy cow, that's your credit limit?" And then she offered to swap credit limits with me when she realized I don't even use 10 percent of that limit. My limit is 20 times bigger than hers. What am I supposed to do? I didn't ask them to give me that ridiculous limit. I'd be more than happy if they dropped it down, even. 'cuz there is NO WAY I would every put myself into that much debt. This student loan is enough debt for me, thank you very much. Now that I think about it, my limit is greater than the student loan I owe. That's pretty messed up. I can't wait to pay off my l

And that reminds me... Speaking of love...I guess it's a clear sign that I've become very attached to this whole bloggy world when I have a dream about a blogger. Yes, I had a dream about one of you bloggers, but I'm not saying who. I'll just say 2 things about the dream. It wasn't an erotic dream, so sorry if I disappoint. Although it was a very-much-in-love type of dream. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but it felt good just being there together. And it wasn't any of the bloggers (it's a male, come on now) that I've ever mentioned on here, but I read his blog as do a lot of you I have noticed. And no, it's not Tony if that's what you had concluded. Does this mean I need to get out more when I'm having dreams about bloggers? I don't know if my body (or even my wallet) can handle more social life than I already have.

Muchas gracias, Sr. Hefner I went a bit snap-happy with my purses last night. It started with trying to capture the "essence" of my Derek Alexander with my camera...and then I found I couldn't neglect some of my other beloved handbags as well. So like it or not this week will be Purse Week here at Bellini-induced Brain Freeze. I'm going to share with you all a purse from my collection every day. And the scary thing is, I could possibly make this a monthly event. Purse Week for February, Purse Week for March....you get the idea. 7 days x 12 months is 84 purses. I really think I have enough to pull it off. Frightening. Daisy mentioned "You have so many bags I can't keep up with them." Mom chastises "You have too many purses and not enough money to put into them!" Yes, I know, but I love them all! So toot-toot-de-toot!!!! Today's feature purse is my cherished Playboy airline bag. This bag is my hero when I'm on public tran

Totes and thongs I guess I've left a couple of loose ends here on the blog. First off, I realized I had never shown you my beloved Derek Alexander bag. After a teensy bit of concern that it would not be in my hot little hands before Christmas they miraculously arrived the day before Christmas Eve. Since then, I have been toting it around proudly whenever I have the urge to be all "urban socialite." It's been such a major part of holidays/2004 wardrobe that it slipped my mind to even show it off on here. It wasn't until a couple of the girls I work with noticed my bag and started raving about it that I realized I hadn't given darling DALy (like Salvador Dali) a proper introduction. Behold, here she is. Forgive the shoddiness of my picture; it doesn't do my purse justice. It's a small little guy, kind of a bowling bag/baguette hybrid. Gorgeous high quality leather. And that weird smudge-looking thing dead center on my bag is the Derek Alexa

Stop before you hurt yourself. I don't want to gossip, but H-Lady told me just recently that she's pregnant. 3 months along. And that fuck-up young stud of hers is the father. 2 things that made my head spin: She said she's not going to chase after him for child support 'cuz that would give him rights to the child. (Smart move) BUT, she added in "He's already busy paying child support for his kid in BC." What??? When she told him the news, you know, just to let him know what was up with her...he says to her "Now is not a good time, H-Lady." Right, like there is ever going to be a good time for that. I've realized, unless you're ready to just jump into parenthood head first you'll never have a baby...'cuz there are so many excuses and reasons not to at every stage in your life. But anyway, that's not of relevance to H-Lady and this screwball. She's happy she gets to have a child, but I still feel sorry for

Change of plans "No, Tony, you can't fuck the future. The future fucks you. The future catches up with you and it fucks you if you ain't planned for it." It's crazy how much my mom sees and knows about us her children Last week I was out having coffee with her and my dad at our neighborhood Tim Horton's. (Our neighborhood Tim Horton's! How I love it so!) All of a sudden she says to me: "You know, I've been watching you, and it's as if you have no drive to go out and find a better job for yourself because of your sickness. But you're okay now, you can go out and do it." Whoa. We didn't dig into it deeper, but how did she know? How did she read my mind like that? My mother...I love her. I told noone about those thoughts running through my head, but I'm going to lay it all down now. She's right, of course. I'm okay so I should go out and do something better with my life. Ever since I got diagnosed and

"Leapin' lizards!" Before I got all caught up in The Making of Thriller video I was all about Annie . I loved that movie so much as a child. My parents even got me the soundtrack on LP (LP!!! Man, I feel old. At least I didn't say 8-track.) I watched it again last year and my tape is definitely showing signs of being well-loved. When I heard that it had come out on DVD I had to have it, naturally. I picked it up at the store today. I can't wait to see it again...but I just don't have 2 hours to spend right now. I read all the reviews and comments on it on IMDB and I guess people are 50/50 on it. Some loved it since they were kids, like me...while others absolutely hated it. I admit I've never seen the Broadway play, but this version is the only Annie I know. I hated the 1999 version that Disney made. Carol Burnett's Miss Hannigan beats Kathy Bates' any day. "We got Annie!"

He never saw it coming We threw a surprise birthday dinner for Weird Kid at Home Food Inn Sunday night. He never expected it; we totally got him. It also helped that him and his friends had a birthday to-do on Friday night. Oi, Friday...luckily I came home before him 'cuz I was the one to help his drunken ass when he got home (his friend that was staying over had to go drop off his girlfriend first.) This is becoming an annual tradition, or so it appears. I had to help him last year, too. But last year pales in comparison to his inebriated state this year. He has no idea how he got to the basement or anything that happened after that. I told him to get back upstairs where our mom had set up the futons for him and his friend to crash on. He says "There's no way I can get up there, Le." (I have no idea how they got him downstairs without him breaking his neck.) I tried to get him to take off his jacket at least...but he kept bending his elbow and making a f

"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes. Love is all around me. And so the feeling grows..." Ah, I don't have to pretend I don't know anymore. Weird Kid has announced to all the family that he's got a girlfriend . Awwwwww. We are so proud. Hell, even Daisy was thrilled when she heard the news. The two of us have always talked about my little brother's singledom. He's a supreme catch. Neither of us could understand why he didn't have a significant other. Not that, you know, having a partner is the ultimate gauge of a person's worth...but if anyone in this world deserves a special someone in their life, it would have to be him. I am so soooooo thrilled, choked with pride. But on the flipside, this girl has no idea how much she has to live up to. :) I haven't met her yet, but I'm trying to keep an open mind. My brother deserves the very best so I don't want to be critical but it's tough. But we raised him right,

Happy birthday, Weird Kid! To the best little brother in the entire world, I hope you have a kickass birthday. Your turning 21 is making me feel so old, though. :)

Happy birthday, mom! Hope you have the most wonderful birthday ever. I love you!

Surprise! Have you ever had to perpetuate a misunderstanding/charade 'cuz it'd be more embarassing if you corrected the situation than if you just let it be? This nice lady in the ladies wear department of my store...we've been pretty good colleagues for a while now. She's given me a ride home, we have nice little chit-chats about this and that. But she thought my name was Amy. Even when she's seen me with my name badge on and everything, I'm still Amy. Which I guess makes sense. You know I'm Amy so why would you bother looking at my badge? Anyway, first little while I meant to correct her (silly mistake, tee hee!) as soon as I had the opportunity. But there'd be long gaps where our shifts wouldn't coincide and such. So Amy I remained. And now it's been 2 years or so. Everything got cleared today. Oi, embarassing. She goes over the PA system: "Would Leah please call blah blah blah? Leah call blah blah blah?" So I dial

"You got a problem, ese?" Bizkette got me started on those little Homies you see in the little toy vending machines and such. She started it as a gag but every so often she regales me with another Homie to add to my collection. I have 3 of them, but since they come from a vending machine in those plastic bubble containers I don't know their names. Since then I've seen them sold in packages of bundled Homies sets at Spencer Gifts and, of all places, Sport Chek. It was at Sport Chek that I saw a particular Homie in one of those sets that peaked my curiosity. There's a Homie named Pinoy. At first I was like "Nah, that's just a coincidence." I showed it to Posie, and I mean, the toys are so itty-bitty and their skintones are all alike we couldn't tell if it was just another Chicano Homie who just happened to be named Pinoy. ('cuz the website says all the Homies are Chicano) But then I looked it up, and there he was. "Pinoy is a

Falling Alas, my beloved Phenoms have lost to Club Pinoy during the semi-finals. For the over-worried mothers it was a bittersweet loss. All their supporters didn't want to see them lose, particularly to a team full of dirty players...but our boys were getting hurt hardcore out there and for some reason the referees were barely doing anything about it. I'm not very good with the rules of the game, but if you intentionally injure one of your opponents that has to stand for a free throw or benching the offending player or something . It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. I'd like to say the referees were bribed, but I don't want to sling allegations. Club Pinoy is just damn filthy. That's all I can say about their team. They hurt one of our best players during the regular season. Intentional, and obvious. Luckily there were honest referees during that game. And, big surprise, guess who got hurt during the semi-finals by THE SAME PLAYER from Club Pinoy

I must...I must...I must decrease my bust So my annual contemplation of a boob reduction is really early this year. We're not even 3 weeks into 2004 yet. Sepi said not too long ago that she couldn't understand people who would go through boob jobs for the sake of vanity. I'm with her there 100 percent...sort of. I guess I am considering the surgery for esthetic reasons. I mean, my back doesn't hurt much, my bra straps don't dig into my shoulders too too badly. It's not like my chest is affecting my health. Although I have this mentality that smaller breasts would mean a smaller risk of having a cancer met (metastasis?) occurring in that area. But that's just another way of putting my mind at ease. Alright, so it's not affecting my health per se. It could, however, be hindering it. I think I would actually enjoy running if I had a smaller chest. This whole Baywatch thing is not fun. I have yet to come across a sports bra strong enough to

Who can explain it? Who can tell you why? Fools give you reasons wise men never try. I love South Pacific. I used to think that Bloody Mary's daughter's name was Leah (like me! But pronounced the "other" way.) so that made me pretty happy. And then I watched it again and found out I was mistaken. Her name's Liat. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. My knee still hurts. I figured Halloween to New Year's Eve should be plenty of time for it to "heal" or whatever it needs to do so I could enjoy my NYE grooving with the best of them. Apparently not. "I'm never gonna dance again, (busted knees) have got no rhythm." Sorry George Michael. I pushed myself regardless. But my evening's enjoyment came at a price. By the end of the night I was miserable going downstairs to the coat check and then back up to head out of Tequila. And that chick stepping on my foot didn't help things, either. So I've bee

Shopping shopping Something compelled me to take boo at Zara today. Normally I can't stand the store, but lately I've been keen on their 80's line of clothing. (And I imagine if Bizkette were reading this right now she'd yell at me. She hates the 80's. But then again, most people do.) Today I found a shirt that'd be perfect for me. All printed in pop art style it has the lines "Don't repress yourself" and "I'm not sorry" written across the body. You know, from Human Nature ...one of my favorite Madonna songs ever . I'm going to try it on tomorrow. I'll absolutely cry if it doesn't fit me. Maybe that's why I don't like Zara...it's so hard to catch your size when they put out something new. Curse them and their policy of "limited distribution!" I also saw a cute purse there. It's pretty much a given I'll snatch it up if that shirt fits me. Not that they go together, but since I&

I'm not a coconut. I'm a potato. In The Debut (which you can, surprisingly, rent from your local Blockbuster or Roger's Video regardless of the "whiteness" of your neighborhood.) this thug kid accuses the main character, Ben, for "selling out" and acting like he's white. He calls Ben a coconut. Amongst me and my friends, we call ourselves potatoes. Maybe it's just 'cuz California is more coconut-land and over here we're more potato-ville. Anyway, same idea...someone who's brown on the outside but white on the inside. Only, I don't find it offensive to be considered a potato. I don't think any of us do. Hanging out with people outside of your culture doesn't diminish your background unless you make it that way. The movie is pretty predictable. Teenage boy coming of age, embarassed of his family, just wanting to party. Boy falls in love (though the love connection was pretty lame) and at the same time learns th

2 snaps and a rewind Well, despite all the social madness that was the holiday season I caught up on a lot of the movies I hadn't seen yet. Or at least I sort of caught up on my movies. It's really hard to hear what the characters are saying when you're surrounded by 30+ relatives and friends, half of which had already seen the movie so couldn't really care if they spoiled it for you or not, and the other half who couldn't care less about the movie going on. Luckily, though it was a waste of precious time, I got to watch some of the movies a second time through in the privacy of my own home with little to no interruptions. I finally watched Bad Boys II . And thank goodness I did! I had been itching to see this movie since I found out they were filming it. I loved the first one. I very much love the second one, too. Will Smith and Martin Lawrence crack me up. Woo-sahhhhhh. I also saw Memento after listening to Mijo and others rave about it for years.

I can see your insides Tomorrow's my MRI apointment. I hope they don't find anything new. They shouldn't find anything new, anyway, 'cuz I'm feeling great. Then again I've always felt great. It was when they actually treated me for my illness that I didn't feel so hot. Funny how that works. Ah well, anything to keep me loving life is alright by me. Wish me a happy MRI everyone!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Of course not. So here we are, 4 days into the year twenty hundred and four (Why do they write it out like that on wedding invitations?) and - hopefully - we can all have a bit of a rest now that the holidays are past. Too bad for me that there are 5 birthdays coming up in short order this month, not to mention a BIRTH expected this month, too! Although the social calendar will ease up a wee bit...at least the weekdays will...I don't think I'm truly out of the clear until February. But, phew, here I am! Thanks to all those who sent me holiday greetings and wishes. I did check into my blog as well as many of yours during the season, I was just too busy/wiped/overwhelmed to post anything of my own. Hypocritical, I know. Speaking of those who post, if you haven't heard the audblogging tag-teamage of bastitch and muscle68 already do so NOW. To make it easier for you you can find it in the top left corne