Oh wow.. its Monday already!! It seems like the weekend just breezed by so quickly!

Saturday night, I had a little graduation dinner with some family and close friends over at Sam Woo (The big one... without the chickens hanging on the window!) and we ate... and ate... and ate. My dad had ordered this pre-set meal and so no one any idea how many courses there were, when it was going to end, and in some cases... what it was exactly.

In any case, I was really happy to see everyone and I am so thankful to have them all in my life. I hope you all had fun.. because I know I definitely did.

Well.. I don't know about this little one...

yay?

She actually wanted to be carried, but she wasn't done with her dinner just yet.. so thats why she looks so poopy. :)

After dinner, folks came back here and we drank some terriffic mixes of "windex", "hyposprite", "spritonic" and Mel and Tam's tribute drink to Lisa: "The orange haired chinese whore." Karaoke and madness ensued.

Tam and Melissa spent the night and we vegged on the living room couch till 4am playing "would you date..."

Richard Simmons or Michael Jackson?

Hard one eh.

;)

Anyways, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU so much for all who came and who sent their best wishes. :) It really meant a lot to me!

Good gracious. Lets talk a bit about last night shall we?

So after work yesterday, Melissa and I headed down to Long Beach to help Miss Laura celebrate her newly acquired degree.

After getting lost and going to the wrong location, we finally made it to the GAMEWORKS where it was CROWDED due to the CSULB graduations, Laker game, AND 50% off drinks. The place and atmosphere was *cough* ghetto *cough*.

Yeaaah...

Anyways, literally 5 minutes after we get our drinks, a fight breaks out between 2 girls who are both screaming about something about a baby's daddy. Security runs in and breaks them up, and practically carries them out still kicking and screaming their obscenities. Apparently the night was jam packed with fights at the joint because right after that incident, just when a another *rumble* looked like it was going to *down*, the lights came on and cops starting barking at EVERYONE to get out.

Not sure what to do, everyone pretty much downed their drinks and stumbled out... only to find a row of cops creating a human barrier to stop folks from wandering far from the parking structure. More fights are breaking out and people are yelling and I hide behind a pillar because I really don't want to be a "wrong time.. wrong place" victim.

Oh look... theres the k-9 unit!

What that in the sky? Oh... its a helicopter with flashing lights!!!

Why aren't folks as freaked out as I am?

Awww.. its official! 11pm and the party's over. Luckily we got to play for about 45 minutes. 20 of which was spent at the bar, 10 in the women's restroom, 6 in line to get into the bar area, and 9 actually spent with Laura who was about 80% *happy.*

Oh wells, we'll have PLENTY of opportunities to celebrate all together again during the upcoming weeks. :D

Instead of going to another bar or whatnot, Melissa and I dropped by the Hat, got some munchies and had a picnic on the carpet while watching Filipino movies. Oh and playing a round of "would you date...?"

Old and wrinkled?
Dirty nails?

No.

Webbed feet?

Maybe. Just in case I'm drowning....

Oh lordy...

spaznik: well maybe after a while you'll be... err.. whats the word thats like "used to" it...
spaznik: er... starts with an S...
Babae812: errr
spaznik: like you'll have it out of your system...
spaznik: like chicen pox??
Babae812: oh um...
spaznik: WHATS THAT WORD!!
Babae812: aw damn i dunno
Babae812: exposed?
Babae812: haha
spaznik: no... its like it...
Babae812: haha
spaznik: this is killing me...
Babae812: this is fun
spaznik: you know what im thinking right?
Babae812: yah
Babae812: i do
spaznik: OH MY GOSH!! WHAT IS IT!?!3

the word is "IMMUNE."

I can breathe now.

I'm done! Finished! Finito! :)

How exciting!

Actually, I'm really really really happy. I did a little "I'm done... DONE!" dance once I was finished. Then, I got into my car, rolled down the windows, blasted my radio *Ahhh skeet skeet skeet*... and I drove off into the sunset.

Well, really there wasn't a sunset. But it was sunny!

But isn't "driving off into the Sunset" more dramatic? I think so.

Anyways, about 2 years ago when our friend Emily graduated, Laura and I sat during her 3 hour ceremony tired, hot, thirsty and hungry. Luckily we were able to move around and get some bottled water and what not... but it wasn't the same for the graduates. They had to sit through the entire thing without any relief! Anyways, so there we were, joking around, and suddenly this *brilliant* idea came to us. Instead of money, candy, or flower leis... why don't we make FOOD LEIS!!

Of course, the idea got more and more extragavant during the years as we planned for our future graduations. As great as bringing a wagon with a george foreman grill to cook spam would have been... it really isn't plausible.

But today, we sat down and made a food lei for Laura's graduation tomorrow. Hers consisted of a granola bar, fruit cup, fruit by the foot, single shot of rum (I know not food, but just as fun), and 2 juice boxes. This baby weighted quite a bit and combined with her regular flower lei, and a lei of strictly *just lollipops* I'm afraid her head might snap off. But I'm sure she'll survive.

I also decorated her cap. It's the CUTEST CAP ever! We were thinking that maybe we could attach an arrow on a wire above the cap pointing downwards... or something with a plane flying around her head but those are a bit too complicated. BUt we decided on sunflowers on top of it and a sunflower right above her ear. :) SO CUTE!!

:) I'm done! Where's the party at?

Actually, no playing just yet. I'm working tomorrow. Welcome to the Real World I guess. :)

ONE MORE FINAL AND I'M FINISHED!!!

:)

Weeee!!

Then its work work work!

:/

Hmmmm...


Oh wells, I'll take em as they come.

:)

Friday night, I went to go watch "16 Candles" at a Midnight Showing for $9 with Beth, Ryan, Jean, Billings, and Maritza.

Ironically, today, they showed "16 Candles" on AMC... twice.

Anyways, I had a great time that night, seeing that I was surrounded by terrific friends, some of whom I feel like I haven't seen in ages.

Plus I got to play SIMPSONS CLUE beforehand. Apparently for the last 20 years, I've been playing regular clue WRONG. Absolutely wrong. How we came to play it like a funky game of "MURDER GO FISH" I have no idea... but then again, we did start playing back before anyone knew how to properly read so maybe thats it.

The movie itself was a treat just to see in a theater. My mom had taped the movie off of the TV on BETA when I was younger... so I was part of the crowd who know most of the "Donger's" lines by heart. And can I say now that everytime I hear The Thompson Twin's "If You were Here", I ALWAYS want to say "Yeah you!" at the moment when Jake Ryan shows up at the Church to surprise Samanatha.

The thing is, watching it again, the more you think about it, the more the plot really doesn't make sense. SO the guy falls for the girl because she writes in a note that she hasn't had sex and secretly wants to do it with him? Then there's the nerd who loves her and because he's so nice to her, she gives him her underwear so that he can show it off to his fellow freshmen in order to win a bet? All of this happens on her 16th birthday... which no one remembers... including one grandfather who manages to remember what the foreign exchange student he's sponsoring is wearing, right up to his red shoes.

And yet, I still love this movie. It's cheesy goodness!

Around these parts, celebrity sightings are rare. You never hear about stars coming out to Pomona or San Dimas or whatever unless they're making a movie... life, for a moment stops and everyone for that brief moment becomes starstruck.

Did you hear that they're filming parts of a Freddie Kruger movie at the end of the freeway?
-1990

Oh! They turned downtown Pomona into Seuss-land for the "Cat in the Hat"!
-2002

Did you know that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are filming a movie down where the old IKEA is? Yeah... when I passed by it, there were TRAILERS!!
-2004

I saw people with lights on the street... I think they're filming something!
-any ole year in between

Well,the funny thing is that everyone has some sort of connection to Snoop Dog. It's sort of like 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon, except for its with Snoop Dog and we're not talking about movies here.

In these acres of surburbia, somebody knows someone who lives in the same gated community as him and complains about the amount of illegal cars he has parked on the street. Someone has a friend who has a son who's on the peewee football team he coaches. Someone has seen him at the grocery or going to the movies. Sarah once saw him at the Carl's Jr drive thru... and the next day saw him flaunting the same "ride" he was in on MTV's CRIBS.

Now, seeing that I've never had a *degree* to him, I can now say that Kathy, the woman who did my graduation portraits, also took portraits of Snoop Dog and his family.

TA DA!

I hope visions of a Snoop Dog picture used with soft filters and a muted gray background are entering your mind, because thats what happened to me when I heard "Snoop Dog" and "family portraits" in the same sentence.

Anyways, when I asked Kathy about "Snoop", she just sort of rolled her eyes and responded with a "Stupid." She didn't imply that I was stupid... but that Snoop was. Or at least I think thats how it was.

I should have taken a picture in cap and gown while flossing a chain of ICE. That would have been nice.

Oh hey that rhymes!

3 hours??

The groomer said Penelope would be done in 3 hours.

I'm having some separation anxiety being apart from my dog.

The thing is that I've left her home alone many a time and at first, it was painful to hear her whimper as I walked away from her. At least now, we have an agreement that I'm going to come back home.

This time now, I'm leaving her with someone else... for 3 hours. What if they hurt her? What if they accidentally cut her because she moved while they're giving her a trim? What if she gets freaked out, teams up with the other dogs and plans an OCEAN'S 11-esque doggie escape and runs away? WHAT IF SHE COMES HOME KNOCKED UP BECAUSE SHE ISN'T SPRAYED!?!

The groomer asked if she had her rabies shot. Of course she's had her rabies shot! HAVE YOU!?

Me: Is this going to hurt her?
Groomer: Noo... its like going to a spa. She'll enjoy it.
Me: Okay... you'll be ok Penelope
Penelope cuddles in my arms.
Me: Alright...
I put her on the counter and the groomer takes her
Penelope: (whimpers) WHAT!? YOU'RE LEAVING ME?
Me: Bye Penelope.... bye! Bye baby! Bye!! Byee!! Penelope... bye! I'm coming back! CALL MY CELL PHONE WHEN YOU'RE DONE!! BYE!

2 hours and 45 minutes to go.

Since I've been needing a new hairdryer, I bought a MOTHERLOAD of a hairdryer today.

Why?

Because I'm the advertisers dream.

Basically I'm a smuck.

Words like "BREAKTHROUGH TECHNOLOGY" catch my eye and I'm mesmerized by the fact that it uses "ceramic radiant heat" that's supposed to help prevent damage for more shine. PREVENT DAMAGE AND MORE SHINE!? You must be the devil's hairdryer because you are too good to be true!

It has a 5 port Ionic system. "Negative ions neutralize the positive ions that cause static and frizz giving hair more healthy shine." I don't know what this whole "ionic" thing means, but less frizz and even MORE shine?! F*ck me!! My hair is going to blind people once I'm doing giving it a blow job.

A 6 ft cord? Shut up! You're telling me I can dry my hair in the next room if I wanted? I'm dying over here!

How exciting! I want to use it and see if my head glows.

If it doesn't, I'll be very disappointed.

Stupid box.

NBA.com has some great egreetings for basketball fans out there. I'm dedicating this one to THE KINGS. :P

HA HA queenies! Save your whining for NEXT YEAR!

:P

Anyways, on the "civilized" front, I pretty much sent out all my announcements, finalized my dinner plans, and booked my appointment for portraits. :) Everything is pretty much set! In a week, I'll be FINISHED!! WEEEE!!

The ironic this is that I enjoy waking up mornings that I have to go to class. When I have to go to work... it a different story. I pray for the weekend to come, but then I realize that most of the time I have to work weekends too!

Why am I graduating again?

Money! I need it. I want it. And I want to spend it.

Actually, I want to grow up already. I want to move on with my life and see whats out there for me. I want to go where the people are... I want to see... wanna see them dancing. I want to make something of my life and finally become that person who I've always dreamed of being growing up.

Everytime I'm in Anaheim, I'll pass the Ganahl Lumber building which always has some kind of inspiration quote on their billboard. Last time I was there, the quote was "To make your dreams come true... wake up." This is it! I'm awake! I'm done with school, I'm happy I made it, and I'm even more excited to see what else this life has in store for me.

:)

OH and Lakers baby!

So, my mom decided that she wanted to learn how to play the cello. What's pretty incredible is that once she decided upon it, instead of saying "I want to learn" over and over again without actually getting down to business, she went out and got a cello and started her lessons this past weekend.

Although, at the moment, all she can play is 4 notes. The same 4 notes over and over and over again.

I never realized that the cello could be sooo loud.

Anyways, its really cute. :) She's really excited about the whole thing and always asks "when I get better, you can accompany me on the piano." Actually, she doesn't ask... its more of a statement. She's always had dreams of creating her own Von Trap family...

"Here's a song of a lonely goatherd..."

In commemoration for the arrival of sandal wearing weather and my 2 new ADORABLE heels that I got at Nordstrom (I HEART THE RACK!) today, I'd like to share with you this hilarious email that I got from Keri.

Hello Girls,

Just a friendly reminder, it's that time of the year again.

Please raise your big toes and repeat after me:

As a member of the Faux Paux Sisterhood, I pledge to follow The Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes:

I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.

I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.

I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow - or grate them with that cheese grater looking thing.

I will shave the hairs off my big toe better yet, I will get them lasered so they never ever comeback!

I won't wear pantyhose even if my delusional girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really willstay under my toes if I tuck it there. NO NO NO.

If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it.

I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl's if my feet need him.

I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids' sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.

I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.

I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes look like they've beendragged behind her car on the way to work and no sandal in the world is going to make her feet look good.

I will promise if I wear flip flops, that I will ensure they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.

I will promise to go to my neighborhood nail salon at least twice a month and have a real pedicure (they are about $15 and worth EVERY penny). I say spend another $15.00 and get an even better one.

I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear...nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals...

For all our sakes, please don't keep this yourself pass it on to other Sisters.

May God Bless your Soles as well as your Soul!

Couldn't have said it better myself. :) Take care of your feet people! (Guys too! Get pedicures! You'll love em!) Gnarly toenails are ugly and I get nervous because what if your foot accidently brushes up my leg and you scrach me with your claws. Ewwww.... I don't even want to imagine the horror.

I've been in and out of different states of TIRED today. From being achy and feeling each muscle scream their objections while walking down the stairs to putting my head down for some rest and waking up an hour later to type out a test that's even draining my energy away.

Its been a hellish week... but at least its done.

:)

On Friday,the pressure of knowing that my flowers were going to be on TV got to me, and so my super anal side came out. Because of it, each centerpiece took about 45 to 1 hour to create because it had to be PERFECT! "PERFECT! TV! CAMERA! AAAACCCCK!!" was my new mantra and because of it, I made some sweet overtime...

When I got home that afternoon, my whole body was already showing signs of "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME!" I walked in, and once in the living room, I fell to the ground and sprawled out on the carpet. Carpet felt good. Carpet soft. I had been on my feet all day and I think the last time my feet were that achy, I had been 6 years old, looking cute as hell, wearing patent leather shoes, and walking around Disneyland for the first time without a stoller.

Saturday, it was off to Four Seasons in Newport and then Courtyard in Anaheim. I had spent a good portion of the day on my knees that I could feel the texture of my pants on my skin. But the day went off pretty much without a hitch. The TV stuff got taped in Newport and the bride was very happy with the results... which is actually funny because I don't consider it our "best." But hey, at least its free advertising and good for the company. On the way to Anaheim, Carlene and I got gas and paid $18 for drinks and frige sandwiches at the Gas Stop. GOOD GRACIOUS! But really, food never tasted so good.

Got home, took a loong nap, woke up in time for the Laker game (Lakers Baby!), and it was back to Anaheim for teardown with Sarah. Home. Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Oh... I maybe 3 days late on this but DAMN that Laker game on Thursday was INSANE! GREAT AND INSANE! My mom and I were watching for the last minutes, but we couldn't take the tension. So I kept on changing the channel... and my mom went out to water the plants. *click* Lakers by 1 YAY THEY WIN! *click* DAMMIT! Duncan got the shot! *click* There's only 0.4 left! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!

I started screaming and my mom came running back in and we started cheering together. Fisher rocks!

It was great. :)

Anyways, let me leave you with this bit of stupidity.

carlene is nice: http://www.imaginarygirlfriends.com
carlene is nice: you can sign up and be a GIRLFRIEND
carlene is nice: you get paid yo!
spaznik: hahahah nah...
spaznik: i might get attached. :P
carlene is nice: stupid

Nightynight! :)

The other day, while standing in line at Borders, I noticed a guy in front of me who was buying 3 dvds. One was a movie that was starring Cary Grant. Another was "Royal Wedding," an early Fred Astaire flick. I tried to see what his other movie choice was, but I couldn't see.

Anyways, I really wanted to go up to him and ask him about his movie choices. Sure the guy was a bit cute, I was really interested as to why he picked those movies. Was he buying them for an intimate movie night with his girlfriend? Or was he single and really liked old movies? Has he seen other Astaire movies? Does he tap dance? Where did he get his old cowboy shirt? Does he live around here? What else is he in to? Does he like other things I'm into? What did he think about me and does he think we can tap dance into the sunset together?

Just a thought.

Today, I tried to sell the 2 big shopping bags filled with books (we're not talking about grocery shopping bags... this was hardcore "I went christmas bargain shopping at the mall" bags) only to find that the used bookstore I was hoping to sell them to wasn't accepting fiction. Grrr... and here I was thinking that I can take the book loot and buy 2 adorable Franco Sarto pumps at Nordstrom.

Oh wells. I guess I'll have to forego getting my car fixed this month.

Anyways, if anyone wants some books, I gots em. They range from some classics, fiction, romance... well mostly romance and chick-lit. I also have one "MEN ARE FROM MARS/WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS" in a bag. It didn't work much for me... but hey... it might for you!

Lets talk about TV because they had some damn good stuff on the tube tonight...

America's Next Top Model: The much awaited "What Are They Doing Now" Special... even though it's been a month or so since the finale. Mostly, I want to talk about SHANDI and how she's still working at WALGREENS. HUh? WHat? Hello honey, you were 3rd!! Girls who got booted before you are walking runways, posing for pictures, and capitalizing on the show!! You're at the Walgreens and your old lady who's buying blue eyeliner recognizes you as the girl that was on that modeling show... that's sad. Hurry up already you poor girl!!

The Bachelor: 2 hour episode... first was THE WOMEN TELL ALL where they really should have put in a pool of mud so that and then in the second hour, crazy slutty Trish follows Jesse on his date after getting booted off and offers Jesse a hotel key and hopes that he doesn't use the fact that "I've slept with over 35 men (single and married) and women, your best friend hates me, oh and my eyes are going to pop out of my face at any moment" against her. He does.

American Idol: Ok, I cheated and found out who got booted off before they aired it. Actually it was good to find out early because I was able to keep my mom from tearing off a shoe and slamming it into the television set... although she was pretty upset when I told her.

Me: Mom. Don't watch American Idol. You're not going to be happy.
Mom: Why? Who gets kicked off?
Me: Guess.
Mom: La Toya?
Me: Yeah...
Mom: OH FUCK!

Elton John is going to declare the show racist again.

But I did tune in for the very end to see La Toya's send off video as well as Paula cry into Randy's armpit. Its sad... although I didn't think La Toya had much of a personality, I thought she seriously had the best voice. Jasmine will be a force after some proper training to fix her pitch problem... and although Fanstasia has a very animated personality and nice voice, she scares me. I think Bombie might be right on this... Robo-DeGarmo all the way!

If this were a Wednesday night 10 years ago, I'd be writing about how Donna's boobs are too far apart and that Kelly should dump Dylan and get with Brandon already.

Oh how I miss you 90210!

I've come to the conclusion that my fingers are possessed. I'll sit at the piano... and once my fingers hit the keys, they're off and I really have no idea what I'm playing and how I'm playing it. But my fingers, they know. They know how to play Fur Elise somewhat effortlessly and I'm left staring at my hands and wondering how the hell this is happening! It must be all the years of sitting at the piano next to my dad and crying because he's screaming at me to play again! "AGAIN! AGAIN!" The music has embedded itself in my brain... except now instead of being stressed and hating the instrument, I'm having fun, loving it, and actually grateful for all those lessons.. from crazy filipino teachers who used to pound my finger onto the correct note, "three old bears" notes with the old woman, to my very last teacher who taught me how to properly read "emotions" within the music. OH! Even the ones with that one teacher who refused to wear deodorant. (The living room used to smell even after he left it was that bad. Ew.)

Anywas, things are a bit hectic at work. Its all due to the fact that we have 3 weddings this weekend... one of which will have cameras taping because the coordinator we're working with is one that's being featured on the Style Network's "WHOSE WEDDING IS IT ANYWAYS" Its actually pretty exciting. I need to make sure my workshirt is spic and span clean and I hope I don't trip or fall off of a pillar or something. That would be embarrassing and although I don't have the Style Network here at home, I'm sure others do and well... I rather have my 15 minutes of fame doing something worthy like saving the world or being the one to nab that elusive Hollywood beefcake than being stupid girl who fell off a pillar onto a wedding cake and ruining a $50,000 day.

...cause that would suck.

Oh wow... blogger has a new look and feel to the site. Apparently they have blogger profiles now.... and comments! Pete has nothing on blogspot anymore!! Its a bit more user friendly (I think) and perhaps if you were thinking about starting your own blog, this might be a time to do it since they have some really kick ass new templates to pick from. Back in my early days of blogging, all I had a was a white background and an archive. I had to teach myself how to view sources from other blogs so that I can steal codes... and made webmonkey my bible of basic html codes just so that I can change my background to pink! I also had to walk 2 miles in the rain... barefooted just to get to school... so really times have changed and you blogging kids have it easy.

And according to this... that was 933 posts ago. GOOD GRACIOUS!!

The weekend was happy and peaceful for the most part. Friday, went over to Boarders with Melissa and Ralph, Janelle and Paolo, and my own quasi-date for the night: Luc. Although Luc was really "tired" and had warned me before hand that he wasn't sure he if were be able to make it for the night, I begged and insisted that he come because if there isn't anything worse than being 3rd wheel with a couple... its being 5th with a pair of couples. Anyways, even if Luc hadn't had come, it wouldn't have been so bad seeing that Janelle also brought Janine with her and I wouldn't have been lonely girl on dancefloor. But at least he did and a drunken good time was had by all.

Saturday, I went to see "Van Helsing" which actually was a movie I wanted to see. It turned out to be good... but in a very cheesy "oh gosh that was sooo lame" kind of way. I started laughing whenever Dracula's bitches came out because they were so horribly bad that you really wanted Hugh Jackman to come and drive a stake through them. but the concept was interesting and I really liked the old Universal "Horror flick" feel in the very begining. Oh... and Hugh Jackman's sweaty, bulging body in a pair of ripped up shorts was a sight to behold. I'm sure that will hold me over until Brad Pitt in TROY. *drool*

"The reason why he has great daughters is because he didn't raise them."

Happy Mothers Day to all the babies' mommas out there! Oh how I love my mom. :) She's the bestest mom in the world to me and my sister and I'm so grateful everyday that we're blessed to have her as ours.

How could you ABC! How could you show "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" at the same time as the "Friends" finale!! Instead of a week, you gave your designers a DAY!?! And you made it a 2 hour special that was LIVE!!?!

That was just cruel. :P

Ahhh... nothing says "HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!" like getting freaked by 2 guys at a gay bar with a 2 for 1 special (drinks... not guys... and even if it WERE guys, I'm sure the special wouldn't appeal to me seeing that I have a vagina).

Late last night, I went with Luc and Maritza to West Hollywood to help Maritza celebrate her Mexican heritage. :) I don't remember the place's name, but I do know that I had A LOT of fun. Talk about a girl's fantasy of being surrounded by absolutely beautiful shirtless men (my smurffette complex)... or nightmare of being hungry but discovering that you meal is made out of play doh. (Well except that one dancer who was wearing some sort speedo/sock/thong number and had a vague resemblance to Vanilla Ice... all the guys said he was straight. Yeaaah... I wouldn't claim him either.) Everyone was really friendly, and it was so easy just to start up random conversations with guys.... and touching them... hmmm..... yeah. :)

After oogling all the goodies over there, we needed a lot of sobering up to do, so it was off to IHOP. My shoes were KILLING me, so I opted to go barefoot the 5 block walk like a dirty pirate. Goodness, that's gross just writing it down. But all in all, a really really good night. :)

I spent a good portion earlier that day playing on the piano. :) Yep... we got a piano!! Carlene had found a great find on craigslist for an antique piano, and after visiting the owner, they struck up deal! It arrived yesterday and its amazing that although its been about 6 years since my Dad got custody of the one I grew up with... but I still remember how to play! Sure, I suck and I sound like that little girl in the "Joy Luck Club" playin Humoresque... but at least its something!! And its definitely nice to have music like that in the house again... :)

Er. I have a headache. I think it's because of the heat today. Well, either that or the fact that I was hardcore singing along to Mariah Carey's greatest hits volume 1 in the car. It takes a lot of effort to belt out "Love Takes Time." You know?

Anyways at work, we've been finding a LOT of rollie pollies. A LOT! And the weird and creepy thing about it is that a lot of them are DEAD! Well, not all of them... I've seen a dozen or so walking about. In fact, I found one really big one that was about an inch, just crawling on the ground. (I didn't kill it but I shoved it with a paper out the door. You don't kill things that big... it maybe a mutant and in the future when its terrorizing the city, I want it to pass by me and go "you're safe. you didn't squash me with your sketcher!") Its just been really freaky to look on in the corner, and see rollie pollie carcasses sprinkled on the ground. There was a piece of tape, sticky side up, stuck to a box on the floor and there were all these rollie pollies stuck and dead to it.

I never had a problem with rollie pollies before... in fact when I was younger I used to play with them a lot... but this is just sick and eerie.. Why are they all dead? Why are they all in the shop?? I think that maybe all these rollie pollies are part of some rollie pollie cult and are committing suicide in the shop. Wouldn't that be freaky if it were true?? Even freakier if we had found all these dead rollie pollies lined up in a shape of a star or something!

Scary huh.

Anyways, here's a quickie update on the Decrepit Old Woman:
Doug: We got her in trouble!
Sarah and Nicole: YAAAAAAAAY!
Doug: Yeah, I talked to her boss and she was really upset that she did that to you guys. I told her that she does it to us all the time and that she was definitely losing customers because she's rude to everyone.
Sarah and Nicole: YAAAAAAAYY!
Doug: She said she was going to drive down there and give the old woman a warning.
Sarah and Nicole: YAAAAAAAYY!
Doug: In fact, she said that the old lady isn't paid to talk to anyone... she's being paid to clean and wipe down the counters.
Sarah and Nicole: Awwww...

Now, as cruel as Decrepit Old Woman was... it still seemed sorta harsh to hear that last statment. Now, maybe being a laundry nazi wasn't part of the job description, but in a way Decrepit Old Woman is trying making the place run smooth. Ok.. so yeah she screamed and yelled at us over stupid thing... and she may be crazy... but still... I dunno. Or maybe I'm just crazy myself? Oh wells. Looks like we're gonna be going back... but at least we'll have Doug there as a "backup posse" just in case something goes DOWN IN NORCO.

I could teach you... but I've have to charge...

All weekend long, I have that damn Milkshake song in my head. I was humming it while I was putting up a table drape on Saturday. "la la... la la la... warm it up." Its probably because it's been on those "MEAN GIRLS" previews on TV.... which Carlene and I saw with Mom Saturday afternoon before tearing down in the evening. It actually was a really smart movie and reminded me a bit of my own high school experience... well except for the "mean/popular girl aspect" seeing that there really wasn't one... at least I didn't know of any. But I did get a slight flashback to Kairos and all those retreats we had during some "bonding" moments in the movie. :)

I miss holding hands in a circle... while listening and crying to "THE ROSE." Precious moments I tell you.

Good gracious... that Lindsay Lohan gots some BIG BOOBS! I remember her when she was all young and cute on the "Parent Trap" remake... now she's all old! Anyways, she's still cuter and more likeable than that Hillary Duff chick. So yesterday? Ew... just stop already.

Sunday afternoon, I went to my cousin Bombie's gorgeous new house for dinner. Seriously, its gorgeous. Inside, I felt as if I had walked into a Queer Eye Thom home makeover because it really looked terrific. Also, my cousin and his wife were really cute when they were giving me a tour of the house.... essentially when their girls grow up, they won't have ANY chances of sneaking out with their parents guarding every balcony and door. "I'll be sitting here... waiting," my cousin says. How cute is that!!

Anyways, my dad had bought my niece Alicia a little tent for her to play in... so after assembling it for her, Angel, myself and Alicia all cramped ourselves in the tent and screamed at anyone who passed by. They were monsters you see and we were on a very exciting and dangerous camping expedition. Later on, I got to play with her finger paints, which was this really cool Crayola invisible kind where you dip you fingers in this waxy palette... and then when you rubbed the paper, that's when the color would appear. Talk about a dream come true for every parent with white walls and carpet. ;)

Mom and I had 2 options for tonight:

A) Go watch "Mean Girls". My mom has been WAITING for this to come out. Every time we'd see a commercial for it, she'd go "I want to see this." Seriously... EVERY TIME. I know. I get it. You want to see it!

B) Go see Jane Monheit. I was browsing around Thursday night and found that she was performing at the Catalina Bar and Grill on Sunset. Last time I went to see her, Mom wasn't feeling well, so my Tita Ne came with me instead.

Actually, I lie. We had 3 options.

C) Stay home. Watch John Stossel's "Give me a Break" segment on 20/20. I love that guy.

Mom decided that the movie option would probably the best since it was cheaper than B... not to mention, she really really wanted to see it. So 10 minutes before the scheduled time, we went over to the theater, only to find that not only was it completely sold out but that the theater itself had been overrun by obnoxious hootchified teenieboppers who were probably more eager to see the movie than my mom. We didn't want to see any of the other movies that was showing and I could see the annoyance in my mom's eyes grow as we got in line to get tickets for the 9:45 show.... I figured that the movie would be out for a while, whereas this would be the last time to see Jane Monheit until September or so... Mom looked around at the kids, and agreed. IT WAS ON TO PLAN B!

Since the bar was small and we got there early, we had a terrific table that was 6 feet from the stage.

I didn't have my camera with me, but this is my little stick figure rendering of where we were.
Nice huh.

We could see the lace on her dress, the mole on her cheek, the hair frizzies around her face... and probably the most adorable pair of metallic blue/silver shoes on her feet. (CUTE!!)

I don't want to bore you with overly dramatic descriptions about how Jane Monheit was so completely awesome and that she sang some new songs on her soon to be released new album or how my entire being was being immersed with the music... because blah blah blah.. you get it already. :)

Oh... but yeah... it was so great. I had so much fun and my cheeks are hurting a bit from smiling the entire time we were there. Mom loved it and we popped in her CD on the way home, as if the show never ended. It was complete ear candy heaven.