Oh the weather outside is frightful...

...and the inside is pretty gosh darn cold too. I'm contemplating typing with mittens on but I'm feeling lazy so my desk lamp is as close as it can be to the keyboard and I'm sure that in no time, things will heat up... or something. I dunno, wishful thinking. :)

Anyways, the other day while at the produce section of the Ralphs eyeing pears, Sonny cried out "What the hell?!" I looked at him and he showed me his find. It was an apple that was supposed to taste like a grape. A GRAPPLE if you will. "What the hell!?" I said, "That must have been made by the devil!"

We yelled for Carlene and inspected the grapple. It looked like an apple, it wasn't purple, but it smelled like grapes. Or at least grape flavored koolaid. It piqued our interest and it was thrown into the cart. We had to see what kind of freak fruit this thing was, even though $3.00 for 4 grapples is pretty extreme. Curiosity has no price tag... unless its really really obscene, then I'll wait. Really.

So while in the car, Carlene was hungry and she had the first bite. Then the second and third while we all waited for her reaction. Then she offered it to me and I took a nibble. "Do you want to say it?" she asked.

"It tastes like an apple."

I was expecting some soft fleshy fruit, but it has the same apple texture and still has the same apple taste, but with a slight hint of grape. It actually was just a grape flavored apple. It was different, but not "gross" different. Weird though... I mean who came up with that? Why an apple/grape combination? I think it would be interesting to find an actual kiwi-strawberry. That would totally be cute! Anyways, look out for it. I'm still waiting for the square watermelon.

I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. :) Mine was quite nice and pretty amazing since we managed to make everything from scratch. Actually, not EVERYTHING, cranberry sauce was still from the can, but nothing really beats that huh. Normally, we'd grab a box of Mrs. Cubbison's Stuffing mix, but this year, we decided to think out of the box (ha ha) and try out this low cal/low fat/but still lots of fun recipie. Although the prep time on the recipie said 30 minutes... liars I tell you. Or maybe they meant 30 minutes if you have some sort of super chopper or something. Yeah, that would totally make sense then huh...

Anyways, so while I have many things and people to be grateful for, my mom and sister are the 2 right now that if I didn't have them in my life, I would truly be missing out. :) Oh how I do love them so...

Sonny too. He's like the brother I never had. :)

And I really do love my friends. :) As well as a good majority of my family....

Life has been a roller coster lately. While it has been exciting with the new job (I had my orientation yesterday, next week is my last week at the Wedding design, and then after a week of "free time", I start my training... but I still have the opportunity to go to the CHRISTMAS PARTY beforehand! OoOoo), I sure have had some upsetting and mellow moments this past week.. from being extremely pissed off and hurt by someone's actions to sitting in a waiting room at the hospital. Nothing serious, but now I know that hospital cafeteria food isn't THAT bad as well my daytime tv schedule like the back of my hand. "Hi, I'm from AMBUSH MAKEOVER and I think you're ugly." No, they don't really say that, but they might as well if they're just picking random people off the street.

Speaking of TV, one day I'd like to go on DANCE 360 somday and do the lawnmower/sprinkler. Then I'd go to the backstage and die of embarassment.

:P

I GOT THE JOB!!

Its just a little hotel desk job, but hey... its a good company (so I hear) and I get benifits (which I need), so I'm one happy camperette. Plus theres plenty of opportunity to move up and grow... so I'm definitely excited for it.

Yay! :)

Soooo...

Another weird guy story for today. And this one was REALLY weird. Actually yesterday's wasn't weird... it was more like "gross". This one was "weird."

Ok. Today, I was at my most favorite place in the whole wide world... the Norco Laundromat! (Actually, its gotten a lot better since the decrepit old lady retired from being the laundry nazi.) My boss and I were folding away when this grizzly old man walks in. He was tall, wearing shorts, a plaid shirt, had a LONG gray beard... and he smelled. Bad. Really bad. Like the guy walked in... but his scent lingered and our eyes watered. At first I thought it was just me, not ME smelling myself, but me smelling raunchiness because I was the only one who caught it... but my boss turned and said "Oh wow. That guy smells."

So there we were, holding our breath everytime the guy would walk by... and he did. A lot. It was like he forgot everything in his car so he kept on going back and forth, scent wafting to and fro, and everytime he made his move, my boss would give me the simple warning of "BREATH" so that I can hold it and hopefully when I ran out and inhaled again, the "bad" would be gone and freshness would enter my lungs. It didn't help though.

So, in addition to being smelly... he was CRAZY. Literally CRAZY. How crazy you ask? Well first he was just mumbling to himself, which made me think that maybe inside his beard he had some kind of handsfree mic that folks have with their cellphones. But then he started talking lounder and lounder... to SOMEONE I COULDN'T SEE. Then he started crying... not little sniffles or whimpers, but huge loud sobs. When he was done... he went out side and picked a fight... that same SOMEONE I COULDN'T SEE!

Wow.

Anyways, afraid that he just might do something COMPLETELY INSANE, we left. Shoved everything in a bag and ran to the car and clean air.

Crazy indeed.

Anyways, on a completely different topic, I got my cross stitch kit from subversive cross stitch yesterday and with determination and lack of a life, I finished it last night. See!


Bunnies.. YAY!

The saying reminds me of Melissa... isn't it the cutest!! :)

SOOOO...

the guy on the treadmill in front of me at the gym was really sweating it up. Really. His tank top was drenched, there was sweat drippings on the keypad, the emergency handlebars, AND onto the treadmills that were surrounding him, as well as PUDDLES of it on the track itself.

When he was done... he just walked away.

He didn't wipe it off or anything, in fact he didn't have a towel. It was the 4th treadmill from the wall and I made sure to take note of it because I never want to use it.

Granted, I'm sure people get all sweaty on the machines and actually the thought of it makes me want to yak, but seeing the guy shower his own man juice on it made me want to run out, buy some disinfecting wipes and hand it over to the fella while saying "While I admire your stamina... please clean up your sweat. Someone is going to have to put their finger in your perspiration droplet just to turn it on."

The guy needs a towel anyways. Can you imagine just walking down a street and here comes Mr. Sweaty accidently brushing up to you and leaves his workout secretions on you?

Makes you want to take a shower huh.

"I talked to James. He told me that he was your ex."
"I'm sorry. Did he tell you that I was a stripper too?"

Oh late night Cinemax... you are too funny sometimes.

Speaking of "off" tv, the other night I started watching an A&E biography of St. Francis of Assisi where they had medieval and religious experts, as well as the beloved St. Wendy, give their testimonials on what they knew of the saint. Well, while yes, St. Francis was a normal, young, rich man before he got his calling and had his fair share of " sinful nightlife", I highly doubt he went to actual BARS with NEON LIGHTS in the backround, and really, did the strippers have to be girls on POLES AND GO GO CAGES? Hmmm... or maybe the medieval era was really beyond its time?

Hmmm...

Light truth peace our lovely alma mater
though we leave we hold you in our hearts


Its me... oh so long ago!

Earlier today, I went with Lisa, Melissa, and Tammy back to good ole St. Lucy's for the Christmas boutique. Boutique is the annual fundrasier where they basically turn the school into a mini shopping mall of Christmas goods, gift baskets, plants, Regent wear, and dolls... as well as pictures of Santa and face painting for the kids. Oh... AND they have students sell pizza, pies, cookies, and balloons too. Its a must. Back in 97, Melissa and I rapped for pies as Juniors. "YO! This one's for my sisters... Sister Monica and Sister Helen!"

Anyways, It's probably been 6 years since we all last visited the campus and we were all in SHOCK over the changes, not to mention the stuff that didn't change. For instance, the vending machines still sell SHOCK TARTS for 75 cents. Lisa and I used to buy this candy all the freaking time and never have I see it some place else other than Lucy's.


These stairs still suck...

Right when we entered the driveway, Tam, Melissa, and I started singing the Alma Mater... followed by "WHOOOOOO." Just like the old days. :)

Unfortunantly, we had to park at the gym, which meant we had to go down THE STAIRS.. which really never is a problem when you have to go down them. Going up on the other hand...

When we got to the main building, the PA went off and we heard our old Principal Sr. Monica's voice. Then the bell rang. Then we all freaked out because it was as if we had never left!


But we did in 1998, just when they added PANTS onto our uniforms. Sucks huh. We climbed all those stairs, in the cold, while raining, in SKIRTS!


We used to sit at this same place our Junior year in knee high socks and skirts... we're freezing in our jeans!

One of my "happy moments" was seeing my dear second grade teacher Mrs. B, who later transferred to Lucy's and became my world history teacher freshman year. Aw, really, she was THE teacher for me, who in second grade guided me through my first communnion and once when I had a bloody nose, she wouldn't let me go to the nurse's office because I still hadn't mastered cursive O's and I needed to continue watching the cursive writing video. I was hoping on seeing her today... and I did! Thank you Mrs. B for without you, my cursive O's would look like odd A's.

Anyways, I had a terriffic time with my girlies although I think we were all in shock as we realized that yeah, we've known each other for 10 years (Melissa since the WOMB!), but oh my goodness, we were 10 years older than the freshmen that were there now. Good gracious. Talk about feeling old.

Its funny, after 10 years, you still know the other quirks. While getting ready this morning, I was running around looking for my socks because I knew that I was going to Lisa's... and like every asain household, you take off your shoes once you enter the house. I also had a feeling that if Lisa were to see my foot come out of my shoe sockless, she'd say something about it... but I couldn't find any clean ones, so I was off without my socks.

So I arrived at Lisa's.

I take off my shoes as discreetly as I could.

"You don't have socks?"
"I couldn't find any..."
"Want to borrow some socks?"

Oh how I love Lisa. :)

But yeah, going back sent a wave of nostalgia over me and it made me grateful for my parents who decided to send me there, grateful for the friendships I've been gifted with there , and most of all, grateful for those days, memories, and experiences I had. I think we're all the beautiful, smart, independent, and yet still slightly dorky females because of it.

I was watching SNL's "Best of" episode with Tom Hanks tonight and I think I just fell in love with the guy. Actually, there has always been a soft spot in my heart for Tom Hanks because really, the guy is just too adorable and normal and everytime I see him I want to give him a hug. :)

Anyways, along with the "Wayne's World" skit here he plays an Aerosmith roadie, (because of which whenever my sister and I come into contact with a microphone, we mic check by saying "Syphilis" over and over into it...) they had another old skit where he played Mr. Short-Term Memory...

Mr. Short-Term Memory: Hey, Poached Salmon! I love it! [ starts eating ]
His date: Jeff, have you ever seen anybody about your.. condition?
Mr. Short-Term Memory: [ grows uncomfortable as he chews ] There's something in my mouth! There's something in my mouth! [ spits out his Poached Salmon onto his napkin ] There was food in my mouth!
Date: It's just your Poached Salmon!
Mr. Short-Term Memory: Oh. I love Poached Salmon! [ pierces the chewed food with his fork ]
Date: Don't eat it!
Mr. Short-Term Memory: [ notices the chewed food in his napkin ] Wait a minute, I'm not going to eat this! This has already been in somebody's mouth! Oh, this is a great restaurant! Serves already-been-chewed food!

Hilarious.

What the hell... I'm still voiceless! Can I tell you how much this sucks?

ok. I will.

I get annoyed when I get asked a question and I reply with a pathetic whisper... and then the person will turn to me and say "WHAT!?!"

Please. Don't make me strain my throat! Just LISTEN TO THE WHISPER!!

For example, the other day, I was watching PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (Yay Colin Firth!) with my Mom. Although my mom probably has watched it before, she insists on asking me about EVERYTHING!

"Oh.. he ran off with her sister right?"

"Wait, why doesn't she like Darcy?"

"What did he say?"

"And that one is her sister... and who is that again?!"

Oh my goodness, and everytime I'd answer, she'd say "Huh?" then I'd scream "Watch!!" and become incredibly annoyed. Yes, I was acting bratty, but really, come on... can we just watch the movie in silence and listen to the storyline!?!

I can't talk on the phone (sad) and in a way, I just don't want to talk in general because in a way its useless because no one can hear me... and when I do try to speak in something above a whisper, I feel like I'm making it worse.

Also you try ordering Tea while sounding like a pre-pubescent boy.

Boo.

Argh. I hate calling in sick. I feel like I'm a let down to the business because I know that they need me. I've been up for a while, trying to figure out a way to say "Hi.. I can't come into work today because my throat is hurting, I'm coughing up phlem like a freaking fountain, and when I do, my whole body aches..." because even saying that I'm ill sort of makes me feel guilty. I think maybe they think I'm faking the frog voice or disappointed in the fact that my immune system isn't up to parr and by golly, wouldn't it be easier if we just hire someone who is bionic?

I know its silly, and I even think its silly as I type it out, but still it racks my brain. I'll be resting, while someone is working hardER because I'm not there.

Hmmm... I probably just really need to get over myself huh.

Anyways, I'll probably put on a sweatshirt soon and go vote.

Or else P. Diddy is gonna kill me.

Has anyone seen my voice because I seem to have lost it...

Boo.

Halloween was great though. Carlene, Sonny, (dressed as Spartan Cheerleaders) and I (Trekkie baby!) went over to my boss's mom's house because they're hardcore Halloween fanatics and used their "weddings goods" for evil. Actually, the past week, we had bodies, heads, hands, and tombstones all over the shop as well as testing sessions of stobe lights and fog machines. Anyways, so when we went, I didn't see the street sign, but when I looked to the right, we encountered a house completely washed in red light with a blacktent on the driveway, and spooky music blaring from it. Oh my goodness, it was absolutely insane. There was a group of kids at the entrance, mustering up the nerves to go in... and rightly so. We got a perfect Halloween scare! People were hiding in every corner and with all the props covered in glow in the dark paint in the blacklight, it was eerie eye candy.

Afterwards, I raced to Torrance to Jean's (schoolgirl), then it was off to pick up Benji (Pamploian runner with the bulls), and head over to Hermosa to meet up with Beth (Snow White) and Ryan (scientist). There weren't any zombies roaming the streets last night... more like a whole lot of hootchies. Halloween... the excuse for girls over the age of 16 to dress up like a ho. Anyways, we got into some bar, drank (a little... did I dare mix alcohol with theraflu?) and danced amid the costumes. Actually some of my favorite costumes that I saw was a big burly guy dressed up as a tooth fairy, Ben Stiller's zipper scene from "Something About Mary", and Mr. Garrison from South Park complete with Mr. Hat. :) Actually that Mr. Hat was a damn hot piece of handfelt... I wouldn't have minded dancing with him. ;)