Going to the chapel...

So today, there was a couple out front who was asking for me, and from the sound of it, they made the impression that they actually KNEW who I was. Odd thing was that when I looked up the name, I had no clue whatsoever who they were.

Of course, I'm hesitant to go out. What if they're crazy stalkers finally making their move? What if they're friends of crazy stalkers who are having them finally make their move? What if they were bought by crazy stalkers and paid to finally make their move?

Either situation, it doesn't sound all too pleasant in my book.

Anyways, so I go out and immediately, the husband grabs my hand and says "I'm so glad to finally meet you!"

I smile and respond sweetly "Its nice to meet you too" but secretly thinking "are you gonna make your move now stalker??"

The wife then hands me a card with "NICOLE" prettily written on the cover with flowers and hearts and says "Here you go... congratulations on getting married!!"

Oh. Woah. Married?

(cue in Long Duck Dong yelling "MAARRRIIIIEEEED?)*

I looked down at my hand. No ring. Just silent awkwardness.

"Oh... I think you got the wrong Nicole" I replied. "Although I would like to get married some day... I'm not quite there yet... ha ha"

Ha.

What's funny was that in my mind I was thinking "RUB IT IN B*TCHES!! RUB IT IN!!*

Sigh.
So yeah. In the end, they were looking for the Nicole who booked their trip (Not me) and whom they totally fell in love with (Once again not me) and who herself is in love and had gotten married (Yep. Definitely not me.) But I was able to make myself somewhat loveable and tracked down the real Nicole for them and of course... they all lived happily ever after.

Isn't that totally great?


Hmph



**if you got the Long Duck Dong joke... I just might love you. Wanna get married? Actually no. My mom would kill me. But she's all for living in sin. *wink wink*

Cleaning out my heart

Last night after dinner, I recieved a frantic call from my sister saying that the upstairs bathroom had flooded somehow and now the entire upstairs was wet as well as the garage underneath it since everything had seeped through. So I raced upstairs and while the damage was minimal, there was a lot of cleaning ahead.

Fast forward to this morning-

I'm in the garage with Carlene and SOnny and we're cleaning and organizing. The thing about "cleaning and organizing" is that you're bound to find something that you haven't seen in ages. And while I feel like we always seems to organize that damn garage every year... there's always rediscovered treasure. For example- I found an old scrapbook that I slaved over in high school which was basically about LOVE. I was silly and idealistic and overly romantic back then and the proof are definitely in the pages. Another find was a box full of tapes that my mom had recorded of Carlene and I just singing and talking to her at ages 2 and 3. Once again, I was silly and idealistic and overly romantic... and the proof is definitely on the tapes. :)

The garage is now clean and now I've started on my room. I'm not finding ancient gold, but I did come one note that I vividly recall my heart fluttering over when I found it on my car. Seeing it made me smile and just a little bit sad but at least I'll always remember that that person made my heart flutter. And you can't regret that. I also found old letters and cards from friends, some of which I still keep in touch with, and of course some of which I have no clue as to where their life has taken them now... but it was lovely to find them none the less because every note represented a stage in my life.

While in the garaged, we joked about different "us." For example- High school Sonny had the long "asain" bangs (if you know what I'm talking about, Whoot there it is.) and we was really into WuTang. Freshman High school Carlene wore extra dark lipliner and can kick your ass. High school Nicole was silly, idealistic and... well you get the picture. She also had a thing for watching Sailor Moon at 7am. Then there was crazy wedding decorator Nicole who would have headaches from the heat and the paint fumes and yet, still enjoy every moment of it because of the folks who surronded her. We're not gonna even start on Disney Nicole because well, that started way before she even started working there.

Just thinking and typing.

All in all, I'm curious as to what this next stage is going to be. I hope she has a great time.

In the meantime, back to cleaning.

All I do is dream of you...

The other night, I dreamt that I was taking a shower in a house I've never been into before. The shower itself had a window that went from your shoulders up... so basically you can see the backyard. So am I'm taking this shower, it looks like there's a storm outside and little by little the house starts to fall apart. Like leaves fly off the roof, then the gutter splits away and there's mud and green debris just raining everywhere. And yet, I don't panic. I'm still taking this shower.

Odd don't you think?

It was very vivid and its very rare that I remember what happens, do I decided to look into what it means...

And according to www.dreammoods.com this is what I got on certain keywords

Shower
To dream that you are taking a shower in clear, fresh water, denotes spiritual or physical renewal or the need to wash a burden out of your life. It is also symbolic of forgiveness.


Wind
To dream of blowing winds, symbolizes your life force, energy, and vigor. It reflects changes in your life.

To dream of strong or gusty winds, represents turmoil and trouble for you. You are experiencing much stress in some waking situation.


Leaves
To see brown or withered leaves in your dream, signifies fallen hopes, despair, and loss.


Window
To see windows in your dream, signifies bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight.

To dream that you are looking out the window, signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance.


Green
Green signifies a positive change, good health, growth, healing, hope, vigor, vitality, peace, and serenity. Green is also symbolic of your strive to gain recognition and establish your independence.

So in a nutshell... I'm stressed out, depressed, and yet... hopeful.

I guess it makes sense.


~*~

The other night, I recieved an email from a friend and just hearing from him was defined as my "moment of the day." You know how there are certain people who you absolutely need to keep in your life... no matter what? How you're just so grateful to have your paths cross right at this moment in time... and every little sweet, cheesy, cliche about life and love and chapters and pages in books and imprints on hearts can be applied to them? Exactly.

I guess I'm just damn lucky to be surrounded by so many of these damn people.

:)

Kerokerokerocutie!

I went to Life Plaza tonight to gawk at all the cuteness. Nothing makes me happier than tangible cuteness. Puppies. Kitties. Pink japanese notebooks with pictures of smiling waffles and little sayings such as "Dreams are what blessings sing." It all makes me smile. My loot today was star making paper and a box of strawberry pocky. How I heart strawberry pocky.

When I first walked into the store, there was a couple that was blocking the aisle I wanted to go through, so I politely said "Excuse me." The girl took her hand and SHOVED the guy to the side. Like hard. Borderline abusive I'm telling you. It was extremely awkward and for a moment I thought about just walking around them and going another way. But pens and stationary were beckoning... so out of my way sucka. I want my stickers.

Speaking off cute, we also went to Red Mango where I got a mango/peach slush that tasted like I had just licked a Sanrio store... it was sweet and lovely.

Throwdown bitches

Does anyone else think that the Bobby Flay show "THROWDOWN" on the food network is just a little bit unfair? I mean, there you are a regular chef and here comes Bobby Flay, challenging you to a cook-off. This famous, world renowed chef wants to know if you are better than him. Just a little bit cocky don't you think? Its one thing on Iron Chef when people want to challenge you Bobby Flay, but to go up to people on the street and say "I can make a better sandwich than you" is pretty arrogant. Of course you can... You're Bobby Flay! Mine would have Mayo. Yours would have some lemon, pesto, corn chips, sweet savory onion deal going on.... and if you didn't, I'd be disappointed.

Jerk.*

* For some odd reason, I truly dislike Bobby Flay. There's something about him I just don't like. But his food is out of his world. Like really good. Like so good you could cry. Its THAT good. I kid you not. And I hate that I have to admit that. And thats another reason why I don't like him... how can something so good come from something so... annoying. Sure he has good reson to be "cocky" but really... you don't see me challenging anyone to a dance off because really, that would downright criminal.

Oh, if you get the corn chip reference, I just might love you.

Sometimes, its all that you dream. Then sometimes, you can't seem to breath and you don't exactly know what to do. I know God wouldn't give me anything I can't handle, but sometimes you just want to scream "What the hell... Can we just fast forward to the part where it doesn't hurt so much?"