Last night was the first of 9 Swing Dance lessons that Melissa and I are partaking in with our moms at the local community center.

*slow... slow... quick quick*

Its funny, we were told that we didn't need partners which is true in a sense since the dance instructor makes his way around the room and practices the steps with the single girls. But a good majority of the time, we all just danced in a line... by ourselves.

*slow... slow... quick quick...slow... slow... quick quick*

Well, until Mom turned to me and became my partner. BOOYAH.. I think. Hold on a sec, what's the point of knowing how to swing dance if I can only go out and dance in public with my Mom (who doesn't really look like she could be my mom so now we just look like a lesbian couple *slow.. slow.. quick quicking* together!)

Whatever. :) Its still a lot of fun, despite the fact that the instructor sure does talk a lot when really, he should just blast the music and let us dance already. And actually, the big "new" step we learn was *slow slow... kick kick* seeing that I already knew *quick quick* from before.

It must be nice to have a real "man" partner though. There are actual couples in the class and they just adorable as they struggle and fight over turns and whatnot.

Aww... why can't I have that?

:P

GO TITANS!! :)

I was driving home from work when I looked in the vanity mirror and saw that my teeth were NOT the same shade of "white" as my eyes were. Was this a rule from "Queer Eye?" I don't remember, but at that moment "EWW GROSS YELLOW TEETH!!" was screaming in my mind. So with that, I have 6 more days till a brighter smile. Thank you CREST WHITE STRIPS!

In fact I'm doing it right now... I was going to do one before I go to sleep, but I then I remembered that one episode of FRIENDS when Ross kept his tooth whitener in for too long and went into a room with black lights... which ended up bring pretty disasterous. Gosh, I miss that show.

My wedding this weekend was at the San Dimas Canyon Country club... it was almost like being at "home." While decorating, I kept on having flashbacks of hitting a golf ball into Shane Pursell's stomach when I used to take youth golf lessons there. Do I know anything about golf today? No. Can I kick your ass in mini-golf? I don't think so. But I do know... um... nevermind. :P

~*~

Anyways, Thursday night, I went with Janelle and Paulo to the Temple Bar to see Janine's friend Dennis play the trombone with this band... Los Pinguos. Let me say that they were just absolutely KICK ASS and really, even while standing up against a wall in a room that was hotter than hell, their energy made you want to dance and get even more sweaty.

...and the guys in it were HOTT too...but that didn't really matter. The music was awesome! Salsa, flamenco, reggae, rock... its all there!

Oh... while you're at it, check out Raul Midon. We saw him a while back at the Jason Mraz show and he is ABSOLUTELY amazing with the guitar. Incredible... Its just him but it sounds like he has an band behind him.

SO yeah... GO! LISTEN! Its Ear Candy Sunday!

Happy Birthday Penelope!!

Its the baby's 1st birthday today! YAAY!! :) I imagine that once I'm done with work, we'll go and pick up some doggie treats and pamper her with lots of love.

She also has some more delicious pictures on her very own DOGSTER account.

:)

Signs that I'm growing up...

First there was Todd Oldham... then Isaac Mizrahi...

While at Target today, I got EXCITED!!! over the fact that Rachel Ashwell had a line of Shabby Chic sheets, duvets, quilts and pillows. OH.. and window treatments at reasonable prices. Instead of searching at antique shops for the perfect bed linens... its right at my local Target all this time!! You don't understand how long I stood there, staring at the patterns and the endless possibilities that one can do with one's bedroom with new sheets.

I haven't got anything... yet. There's a quilt there that's calling my name and possibly new curtains that are so gosh darn pretty and girly that I may have to twirl around the bedroom in a tutu once I put them up.

I also got a new lamp. A NEW LAMP! My eyes won't strain anymore when I read at night! :)

See, I must be getting old.

Actually... not too old for Disneyland. :)

I went there earlier this afternoon with Laura and Vanessa for some Disney fun before they had to go to their perspective classes and work. After wandering the boardwalk over at California Disney, we watched in awe as Laura won a giant stuffed cow by throwing a softball into a milkjug... on her 3rd out of 8 balls. Lucky girl!

Anyways, for the rest of the day, we had to lug the cow, which we named "Moo-cow", around the park.

Laura, Chip, and Moo-cow

For lunch, we went to Ariel's Grotto, which is restaurant where they have characters walking around and mingling with the guests...


Moo-Cow deciding what he wants to eat

Moo-cow became a hit with all the characters. Chip and Dale came to the table, petted Moo-cow and gave us hugs all around. Goofy had mimed nice things to Moo-cow and the sunglasses that we had put on his head. Minnie went into this crazy rant about how Moo-cow reminded her that biological clock was ticking and Mickey just wasn't cutting it and her need to start a family... or at least that's what I interpreted from her miming...

Pluto on the other hand stormed the table, grabbed Moo-cow, and went INSANE!!


Pluto doing horrible things to moo-cow


Pluto mad and throws Moo-cow to the ground...


After slapping his elbow, Pluto body slams Moo-cow and beats him senselessly.


Pluto decides that he's hungry... and he's in the mood for steak.


Pluto is done "playing" with Moo-cow. "I'm done with you... BITCH" he says mimes...

Afterwards, Moo-cow had this victimized "I'm sooo dirty" look about him. Poor Moo-cow.

That was probably the most absurd and hilarious thing I've seen in a looong time... :) Thank goodness I had a camera on me or else NO ONE would believe it.

Happy Father's day to all ya'll Babies' Daddies out there!!

Carlene and I celebrated the day with Dad down at Rose Hills visiting my Nanang. Although the thought of picnicking at the graveyard doesn't sound appealing... it actually was quite nice. There were a lot of people there visiting their loved ones, flowers and balloons littering the grounds, and the feeling there wasn't creepy or eerie at all.

Well, not entirely... I had a moment while in the elevator for the mausoleum where I wanted OUT... but it went away.

Anyways, I really have to say that I had a nice time just sitting there with Carlene and Dad. Dad just recently lost one of our really good family friends this past week... as well as attended an atrocious wedding... so he had lots to talk about. Life, Death, Friendship... and damn ugly wedding dresses.

"You can't go up to your friend and say 'I went to Caskets-R-Us and found a REALLY good deal... do you mind if I can keep this in your garage in the meantime?'"
-Dad on "morbid talk"

Carlene and I have come to the understanding that Dad... is a really GREAT friend to his friends. He really is. One time, he had 3 different pies in his car because he wanted to bring them to his friends... or he'll ship pomade to Canada because they don't have that certain brand over there... or he'll just drop by to see his friends just to see how they're doing... And when there's someone in need, he'll be the first to be at their side just to be supportive.

Actually, people who have him in their lives are lucky... and even with all the ups and downs... I guess that makes us even luckier for having him as a father.

Happy Father's Day Dad! :) Love you!!

When I found that Thoroughly Modern Millie was going to be coming to the Ahmanson... I MADE SURE we got tickets because 1) I LOVE the original Julie Andrews movie 2) I love the broadway soundtrack and I actually belt "Gimmie Gimmie" when I'm home alone and in the shower... but no one is supposed to know that....

Anyways, so we went to go watch it today and it was ADORABLE!! Sure, there were some changes from the movie... but overall I loved it. Loved it... loved loved loved it.

It made me want to tap dance. :)

*Boh-doh-dee-oh*

Adventures in Stickerpicture-ing.

Tonight after dinner, Carlene, Sonny and myself went over to Lifeplaza to look around and whatnot. One of the shops we went to was a store with nothing but stickerpicture booths. And these weren't your typical old school sticker pictures... they were hardcore, full length, change backgrounds, GOOD QUALITY pictures! (One booth even offered to turn your picture into a playing card... and if you went there 55 more times (well 57 if you want jokers)... you could have a FULL DECK! How cool is that... how expensive is that too!!?!)

Anyways, since most of the machines only had directions in Japanese... and since I can't read Japanese... Carlene and I opted for the English machines.

So we walked into the machine and put in our money. RIGHT AWAY (seriously... right at that second) you had 7 seconds to pick your background. Then you have 20 seconds to write your name... and then they take 3 shots. RIGHT WHEN YOU WALK IN.

The entire time, Carlene and I are bewildered, rushed, and laughing our heads off at the absurdity of the whole thing.

ACCCCK!
*click*
OH NO!
*click*
ARE WE DONE?
*click*

Then once you're done... you have 5 seconds to pick the "best" picture and you're DONE. It all went by so fast, that we got this one... by "YOUR TIME IS UP!!" default.

NICC & CAR... Moonlight Serenade.


Note how Carlene appears confused and yet... happy. That's my attempt at a *cute fobby* pic like they had in the samples. Actually, peace signs and car show ho poses were a plenty. (Sorry for the ghetto picture of the picture. The scanner is gone and taking a picture without the flash would result in something extremely blurry. So giant flash shine it is!!)

But oh what fun it was... :)

carlene is nice: you sound not so bored anymore
carlene is nice: which is a good thing because you were getting to become a loser to talk to
carlene is nice: and i hate losers

Ahhh... sisterly love.

Since Carlene has a final tomorrow, she couldn't make it out tonight. BOO!

Anyways, Tammy, Melissa, and I went dancing tonight... with our Moms!

Mother-Daughter girls night out!

Well actually, it wasn't "TO THE WINDOW TO THE WALLS... HEY MOM I'M GOING TO DANCE ALL FREAKY WITH THIS GUY WHO JUST BOUGHT ME A DRINK" sort of dancing... it was Ballroom dancing. Oh and Tam's mom suddenly had plans, but she still came with her grandma and aunt. Still the night had a very nice "family fun" feel to it.

We all met up at the L.J. Ballroom Dance center... a Filipino dance hall which basically is a giant "ballroom" in the most awkward corner that right next to a ghetto billiards bar and a thrift shop. Mom and I walked in first and met "Tita Amour" (yes...Amour... as in "love") who told us to sit at a table that's close to the main crowd.

What? Huh? WHAT IS THIS??

Has anyone seen the Japanese movie "SHALL WE DANCE?" Well, if you have, that's the type of world I felt like I stepped into. Serious dancers wearing their shiny serious dancer shoes and their arms up in the air because that's what serious dancers do. If you haven't watched it... rent it... or come over. I have it on video. :) Its absolutely charming and magical and one of my favorite foreign films. (Actually J-lo is going to butcher it soon with a horrid English remake... oh the travesty! Whore!!)

Anyways, so there we were sitting at a table when we learned of the "procedures" of the place:
1) Most of the men there were D.I.'s. "Dance Instructors"
2) You sit at table and wait for them to come to you.
3) They don't ask you to dance. They put their hand out to you.
4) You say "yes". "No" is not an option. But if you say "later" that's fine... just don't make it a habit.
5) YOU DANCE!!

I felt like I was in some ballroom dancing brothel.

But it was DAMN FUN!! :)

So we each took our turns on the dancefloor. I got to Salsa, 2 step, Cha cha and Waltz... and I DIDN'T SUCK! At least I don't think so.. I didn't step on anyone's feet and only screamed once because my partner for the salsa turned me at some weird angle. YAY!

My partners were basically old Filipino men... seeing that they all were old filipino men. But really... they could dance and were all very sweet and friendly and patience when it came to trying to figure out the steps.

... then there was the LINE DANCING.

You can't get away from it. You want to learn... even though you know you look absolutely STUPID doing them. Tonight, I learned part of the "Pamela-wan" which had an obscene amount of grinding and hip shaking just for one linedance... especially when you're doing it next to your mom and aunts. Oh and sadly enough nO "otso otso"... maybe next time. :P

It was all so much fun... Mom wants to go back on Thursday nights and I think her and Tita Josie were talking about taking some classes at the community center. I just liked it. You really can't help but feel like girly and princess-y when you're waltzing...

The thing is that I imagine that you'd want to go back with your own "male" so that you can dance whenever you want. But none of my guy friends, with the exception of Joe, would probably be interested in that... I could be like the woman at the table next to us, who supposedly paid $100 to this 20 year old guy to be her own private D.I.

Oh goodness...

Yay for dancing with old men!!

"blah blah blah orifice blah blah..."

Well, I can't tell you how he smelled because they guy next to me in the star lounge had a big venti cup of cuppasomething... so that pretty much invaded my "scent" circle. Nor did I have him sign my boob because really, I wouldn't have the guts to do so. Not that I didn't have the opportunity though... OH WHAT? Read on!

I met up with Jean at the Star 98.7 studios just in time to get into the "lounge." Basically, it was a room, with some kitchy couches, a lavalamp, and a stage. Since we were a tad bit late, we weren't able to sit on the couch... we sat on the ground in the VERY front. Oh boo hoo huh. :)

In addition to being interviewed, Jason Mraz sang 3 songs... The Remedy, Curbside prophet, and a kick ass version of Seals and Crofts's "Summer Breeze." ONLY 3 songs!! But let me say that being one of probably 40 people in the room made it absolutely worth it. He was so close, that if I wanted, I could have grabbed his foot and found out if he was ticklish.

I felt like I was the only girl in the room and he was singing to ME! But I'm sure everyone felt like that also. But we all know who he was really singing to...

*dreamily* Me.

Yeah right... but its nice to think so. :)

Did I mention that when he sang, my toes were curling and I was getting goosebumps ON goosebumps?! He made my afternoon. :)


Jason Mraz in the star lounge


proof that we were really close...
his feet and flip flops..

Anyways, since Jean had to stick around afterwards to pick up some tickets (did I mention that she WON the whole experience from the radio!? Lucky girl!!) and leave her resume with the receptionist, I saw that Jason Mraz was coming out from one of the doors with his posse and about to catch an elevator.

"Look Jean! If we leave now... we might get to ride in the elevator with Jason Mraz!"

Actually, we didn't rush at all... we didn't want to look like crazy fanatic fans chasing him down halls and ripping his clothes off. (I said "LOOK LIKE". Sure the thought has come to mind but to do so would mean "restraining order.") But once we were done, we looked down the corridor and saw that Mraz and Co were walking INTO an open elevator... and so we casually followed them in.

OH MY GOODNESS!! I'M IN THE ELEVATOR WITH JASON MRAZ!!

... and all I could do was stare at the doors in front of me. I was trying so hard to contain my excitement. I needed to be cool. Calm. So I stared at the doors. The silver doors that had no shine so I couldn't see his reflection behind me. THOSE USELESS DOORS! DAMMIT!

Anyways, Jean had the balls to turn around and ask him to sign something... but then the folks around us all laughed because they were just waiting and counting down the seconds till one of us would break. Bastards.

But still... THE SAME ELEVATOR. THE SAME AIR!

I think he's pretty short. Once again... I'm not sure. He was behind me.

:)

After a late lunch and shopping in Glendale, I zipped to the Walt Disney Concert Hall to meet up with Jean (again... she ran back to LA for some errands), Beth, Benji, Norma and Maritza for the Jason Mraz show.


the Walt Disney concert hall... shiny!

This time though... we weren't as close as before...




But still, it was a good concert... although I think the one we saw at the Wilterin earlier in November was better to me because he sang the songs I knew and loved. Here, it was a lot of new stuff... They were good... I just didn't know them.

His voice was still SEXY AS HELL! :) With that going for him, you can never really be disappointed huh.

The concert hall is gorgeous. While outside, Beth and I decided that we want to go to the top of it some day. We'll go to the top... and roll down a ping pong ball... or go skateboarding on it. That's how gorgeous it is... it provokes the imagination. :)

Oh what a GREAT day!! :)

Tomorrow... or today... however you see it, (Blogger sees it as "today") I'll be Jean's guest at to see the oh so dreamy JASON MRAZ with his damn sexy bedroom voice at the STAR LOUNGE. From there, we'll meet up with Beth and other Mraz-fans at the brand-spankin new DISNEY HALL to see him in concert.

The star lounge? The disney concert hall? MRAZ!? I'm going to pee in my pants its pretty gosh darn EXCITING!!! Plus, I haven't seen him in that "intimate" sort of setting that everyone else got to be part of when he was down in SD... I might be able to smell him!

jeanyah: beth wants you to get your boob signed tomorrow
spaznik: my BOOB!?!
spaznik: um... thats a bit scary...
jeanyah: okay.. boobs...
spaznik: what if he has a sharp pen!?!
jeanyah: marker.. soft
spaznik: i dunno... whats the point in getting them signed??
jeanyah: she told me to do it, but then she changed her mind and said for you to do it instead cuz yours are bigger
spaznik: i'll have to take a picture... of my own boobs... to have a tangible souvenir!!
jeanyah: okay
jeanyah: get your shirt signed
jeanyah: but on the boob
spaznik: i rather have him sign a napkin... and then rub it on my boobs!!
jeanyah: or never wash your boob again
spaznik: ewww...
spaznik: thats gross!!!
jeanyah: it can be like a tattoo
spaznik: hahahhah um... yeah just DIRTY!!
jeanyah: hhaha
jeanyah: okay.. shirt
jeanyah: on the the boob
jeanyah: beth says goodnight
jeanyah: and she'll see you tomorrow
spaznik: i'll wear my good bra just for her.

I hope he smells good. :)

AWwww... poor Lakers. I was hoping that Luke Walton would be my new Mark Madsen this year. I really wanted to see him dance.

Good times boys... NEXT YEAR!! :)

And those mother/daughter antics continue...

"I need to get a good job..."
"You can do it. You just need to sell yourself."
*pause*
"I didn't mean it like that."

As much as I love my job and the folks I work with now... expectations and demands are becoming near impossible. Just when Sarah and I realize that we "really need another person...", we're being told that we're "slow and ineffiecent" which is ridiculous because we're doing twice the work that we're doing from last year... and that's without Sonny. We don't take breaks sometimes because we know theres a lot that needs to be done. Its hot. Chaircovers are a bitch. And there's still a blackwidow lurking in the shop somewhere. The other week, I found a web with giant spider legs on it. The torso was gone. EWWW!!

On the brightside, it looks like I have some sort of "gameplan" with my life for the next couple of months. I'll be working for Finishing Touch all summer because money is good... and Italian leather sandals are even better. Mid-October, I'll start looking for a Hotel. Right now I'm wishing and praying that I find something. Brandy has offered to refer me to hotels we've worked with before. And if I can't find anything, she'll refer me to brides and I guess I'll be branching out on my own.

It will be all worth it. At least I hope so.

Good gracious. Its sort of exciting. :) Can we just fast forward to September so I know what will happen already?

I want to know if I'll be needing to reserve a spot on the corner of Holt and Garey...

No mom... I don't want to WHORE!!

Been spending a lot of *downtime* with my Mom this week. Sometimes I'll look at her and wonder at the fact that she could be so completely WEIRD and the combination of us together makes me feel like I'm living out a sitcom.

After shopping last night, Mom and I decided that we were hungry. The only thing though, was that we only had $6 in cash between the both of us. With nothing at home and laziness taking its toll, we rolled into the El Pollo Loco drive thru and looked at the menu:

Drive thru guy: Welcome to El Pollo Loco... may I take your order?
Mom: Hold on a sec.. what should we get?
Me: How about the Spicy Chicken Burrito?
Mom: Will we have enough?
Me: I think so...
Mom: Should we get 1 or 2?
Me: 2?
Mom: Will we have enough?
Me: I think so... I have coins....
*looks in wallet and finds a $10*
Me: I HAVE MONEY!!
Mom: Not so loud... they can hear you! They'll think we're desperate for food.

After getting food
Mom: Is this burrito good?
Me: I don't know. I looked up and saw it as the cheapest thing on the menu.
Mom: This is pathetic.

Which brings us to today
Mom: Lets go shopping! I want to go to Brea...
Me: No!! Then we won't have money for food!!

Oh... how I love this woman. :)

"You should just forget your birthdays now. The last birthday I remembered was my 25th... since then I try to forget. When you turn 30, it all goes by so fast. But it keeps coming. It keeps coming... It keeps coming... It keeps coming and I'm never ready!"

-Wise and terrifying words from my mom. I'm properly freaked out now.

Today, I just recieved the most HILARIOUS and yet random birthday card from Petey just now that I really ought to share with ya'll.


The Rock says...


Happy Birthday?

Too funny. :) Is that Versace the Rock's wearing on the cover? It looks like fancy carpet in a Vegas casino... sad thing is that I used to have a jacket like that (but RED) when I was in middle school. Mom and Dad why did you hate me!?!

After some hip hopping, Melissa and I went to watch HARRY POTTER (again) which basically has cinched my love for Ron Weasley (again). And I think the kid is 13 (16 in real life though... but still...) I'm feeling like a pervy old woman getting her jollies by having her young, nubile, cabana boys bend over to pick up napkins that I accidently drop.

Then I'll make them dance for me.

Anyways, my birthday was quiet. Nice and quiet... which as boring as it "sounds", actually has surpassed last year's birthday tragedy of rearending a disneyland employee on my way to the happiest place on earth. Instead of sobbing in bed and eating pad thai seasoned with salty tears... I went to work, had a homecooked filipino dinner, and enjoyed the dramatic triumph of the Lakers.

And with all the wonderful emails, calls and greetings, I really can't complain. :) Well except for a 6:45am call from my Dad who sang me the "Happy Birthday" song... but made up his own notes. Still... it was cute.

Actually, on the eve of my birthday, I cried. Not because I realized that I was OLD, (a year away from being a quarter century as well as being able to rent a car without having to pay a youngins fee!!) but because I had started to read portions of love letters that the Late Ronald Reagan wrote to Nancy.

Written Sunday, March 20, 1955:

"My darling, here it is, our day. If we were home, we would have a fire and funnies. And we would hate anybody who called or dropped in. As it is, I'm sitting here on the top of the sixth floor, beside a phony fireplace, looking out at a gray, wet sky, and listening to a radio play music not intended for one person alone.

"Nevertheless, I wouldn't trade the way I feel for the loneliness of those days when one place was like another, and it didn't matter how long I stayed away, with all the missing you there is still such a wonderful warmth in this loneliness. Like looking forward to a bright, warm room, no matter how dark and cold it is at the moment, you know the room is there and waiting. I love you so very much. I don't want -- I don't even mind that life made me wait so long to find you.

"The waiting only made the finding sweeter. I love you. Ronnie."

March 4th, 1981, on their 29th wedding Anniversary

"Dear first lady, as President of the United States, it is my honor and privilege to cite you for service above and beyond the call of duty: in that you have made one man, me, the most happy man in the world for 29 years.

"Beginning in 1951, Nancy Davis, seeing the plight of a lonely man who didn't know how lonely he really was, determined to rescue him from a completely empty life. Refusing to be rebuffed by a certain amount of stupidity on his part, she ignored his somewhat slow response. With patience and tenderness, she gradually brought the light of understanding to his dark and obtuse mind, and he discovered the joy of loving someone with all his heart. Nancy Davis then went on to bring him happiness for the next 29 years as Nancy Davis Reagan, for which she has received and will continue to receive his undying devotion forever and ever. She's done this in spite of the fact that he still can't find the words to tell her how lost he would be without her. He sits in the Oval Office, from which he can see, if he scrunches down, her window, and feels warm all over just to know she's there.

"The above is the statement of a man who benefited from her act of heroism. The below is his signature, Ronald Reagan, president of the United States.

"P.S.: He -- I mean I -- love and adore you."

You know, you read things like this in books and you never really think that people are capable of actually living the "happily ever after". Although, it was probably painful in the end with the Alzheimer's, but I am in awe of Mrs. Reagan's love to have always been at his side. They were saying on the news that for a month before, he hadn't opened his eyes... until one day, he opened them, looked at his wife, and then closed them forever.

Thats true love.

I can only hope to find something like that one day.

Since the prettyuglies site is down for the time being and all those little X's and empty squares were making my site look pretty bare, I decided to just get this puppy template from blogskins.com and use it for the time being.

Its a pug. Not a pog.

Pogs were Hawaiian cardboard disks game.

Carlene had a "slammer" that had OJ's mugshot on it surrounded by the words "let the juice loose."

10 years ago.

Jean says that's Japanese script on the top. Just watch, it says "retarded american girl who really really likes puppies." Or maybe translated, it'll be one of those pretty phrases that doesn't make any sense on top of fobby stationary. Like...

"There's nothing lovelier than a hug with a bowl of cherries."

Oh totally.

My Auntie Deliah and Uncle Phil have been married for 24 years now. I know this because my mom went into labor at their wedding reception. The next day, I was born.

So with that, I'd like to say:

Goodbye 23...

Hello 24.

Gosh... thats old. :)

I just put down my deposit and I'm offically booked!! :)

A presto Italy!

Anyways, so I came accross some "basic" important Italian phrases...

"Che cosa faresti se ti baciassi?"
What would you do if I kissed you right now?

"Se ti dò il mio numero di telefono, lo usi o lo getti via?"
If I gave you my phone number, would you keep it or throw it away?

"Hai delle narici molto grosse per essere un piccolo gentiluomo."
You have very large nostrils for such a small gentleman.

"Il drago insiste che noi sacrifichiamo una vergine, altrimenti brucerà il villaggio."
The dragon insists we sacrifice a maiden otherwise he will burn the village to the ground.

Ahhhh, now I can blend in nicely with the locals... well except for the fact that when I try to speak, I have this weird spanish accent going on. :)

Good thing they speak English in London.

I'm so excited! I just might pee in my pants.

What a weekend. :)

First of all... Friday was HAPPY POTTER!! *ALL MY DREAMS!* After eagerly plotting a "game plan" of showtime, ticket procedures, and chick-fil-a with Beth and Jean, we finally got to see book 3 come to life. We must have been quite the sight talking like fanatics in our matching Harry Potter gryffindor scarves. (Mine was a awesome Christmas gift that Jean crocheted for me!) Carlene started calling us GEEKS in the parking lot.

:P

Anyways, the movie was AWESOME!! Well, with the exception of some key things that they forgot from the book... but oh wells. That's why its better to read the book people!! READ IT!!

~*~

"to the window... to the walls"

Saturday was "bring friends to work with you" day. :) Since we had a short set up time and Carlene and Sonny couldn't come and help out, I brought Janelle and Melissa to come play with the chaircovers. Actually, the highlight of the day came when the DJ had finished setting up and asked us if we had any special requests. Anyways, for the past few weeks, my mind has been having a love affair with Lil Jon's "GET LOW" and so I had to ask. And surprisingly enough, the DJ blasted it at a "we be clubbin" volume.

3,6,9
standing real fine
move it to you sing it to me one mo time

Within those first opening beats, Janelle and Melissa pretty much jumped up from where they were, pumped up their arms, started yelling "OOH YEAAAAH", and booty danced at the tables... while I grabbed sashes and popped and locked (sorta) to the beat... :)

~*~

"NO I DON'T HAVE IT!"

Sunday... today! :) One of my family friends, Melissa (different from above), graduated from CSUN and so we went over to her house for lunch and BEST BUY!

Why Best Buy you ask?

Well, Adrian has this KICK ASS employee's discount which he'll be relinquishing tomorrow when he quits. SO we had to take advantage of it...

Anyways, once telling my mom that we were going and asking her if she wanted anything... she turned to me and said "I WANT A DIGITAL CAMERA!"

Oh gee... really?

So off Adrian, Melissa, Joseph, Mark and I were to Best Buy for a Digital Camera, video games, DVDs and more! I got mom a Fuji Fine Pix (which actually has more megapixels as mine... boo!) along with a charger, extra memory, and warranty for $260... which whould have been over $300 without Adrian.

Adrian rocks!

And he's single ladies!!

Adrian is the HOT one in the middle.
Sorry Adrian... this is the only picture I can find of you. :)

And although it doesn't show in the picture, Adrian is also a bad-ass rafter who has SCARS from the trip.

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So apparently J-Lo got married this weekend.

When I told my mom this, she responded with a disgusted "What a ho!"

I guess thats the feeling all around, becaus when I told Sonny just now, he said "What a hooker!"

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Anyways, so here I am... standing at the beginning of a brand new week.

Its hot.

:)

How exciting!!

"Yeah you... shook me all night long"

Last night, to celebrate our graduations, Laura and I decided to "splurge" and had dinner over at the Blue Bayou at Disneyland. Let me say... um.. it really isnt worth the "splurge." It was OK... yeah... jut not worth the "splurge."

Although their deep fried cheesecake was something to die for. Not exactly "health-friendly"... but at least it had bananas.

Anyways, afterwards, we met up with Luc and it was off to Mickey's for their 2 FOR 1 special. It was also gay porn night. Oh lordy...

Ok. So on one of the stages there, there was a fellow who I like to call "Whips and Chains guy" because he'll put on a show of tieing guys up and hitting them with a whip. Anyways, last night he did the most ghastly thing... he tied up a guy in his underwear (WHO VOLUNTEERED!! WHAT THE...) and placed CLOTHESPINS ALL OVER HIS CHEST. OH!! And if that doesn't sound bad enough... there were ribbons attached to the clothespins and so right when Laura and I were standing in front of the stage... WHIPS AND CHAINS GUY GRABS THE RIBBONS... AND JUMPS OFF THE STAGE!!

OH MY GOODNESS!!

I covered my mouth and cringed. At that moment, the sound of the pins snapping off of his nipples was louder than the music the DJ was playing. And yet... the volunteer was happy. You could tell... he was in his underwear.

Oh my goodness!! What am I doing here again!?!

Other than the madness of the S&M show, the night was quite nice. I actually got to meet Mr. Whips and Chain's boyfriend, Steven, who surprisingly wasn't into the whips and chains... but more into the self mutilation. He proudly boasted of his 38 piercings... none of which were on his face. He said that he only had 3 on his chest... which left 35 elsewhere. 35!! I wanted to ask him if he set off alarms in airports with so much metal in his crotch... but I didn't want to sound stupid. Too late I guess. :P Anyways, he was a really friendly guy and definitely someone I'd hope to run into in the future because he had such a positive vibe going for him. Plus he put his face in my chest and gave me a raspberry.

...it was a bonding moment.

I still had a LOT of fun. They played the only 2 classic rock songs that I ABSOLUTELY LOVE and I got to thrash my hair about like a cheap stripper wearing leopard skin pasties.

I also had a hotdog from a person selling it off a cart on the street later that night. You don't know how nervous I was about that since my mom told me to never do that.

I am such a rebel.

*gasp*

So... I know its a bit far, but WHAT ARE YOU DOING JULY 24th?

Well, I'll be teaming up with Pete and Manny in PROJECT BLOG, a blog-a-thon for charity. Basically, we'll be blogging every 30 minutes for 24 hours to benefit The Elizabeth Glazer Pediatric AIDS Foundation.

"Nicole," you say, "How can I help!?"

How good of you to ask, babycakes! What you can do is DONATE! This is a very worthy organization and the more money we raise for it, the better. $5? Thats great! $10? Even better!! $100... now you're talking mister! I'll send you cookies if you do!

And we're not talking OREOS here...

...but if you DO want some... I can accommodate your need for them. :)

In all seriousness, this really is for a good cause... so take a look around, and think about it please? :)

THANKS!!