Oh happy day...

Have you been watching CLASH OF THE CHOIR?!

No. Seriously.

I'm watching it right now.

Its sorta awesome. I've already voted for Nick Lachey's choir 20 times the past couple of days. And I'm going to vote another 10 times tonight.

Don't judge me.

First of all, Nick Lachey = 98*. 98* = instant happy Nicole. Remember when we camped out for the Howie Mandell show just to see them perform? Or the moment WANGO TANGO 1999 "Wild Wild West" tickets went on sale and we grabbed the phone because 98* was headlining along with Ricky Martin, Will Smith and Dru Hill? And 98* opened with "HEAT IT UP?" And thought we got totally sunburnt, that was an awesome day wasn't it? OH! Remember the 98* poster where Drew, Nick, Jeff and Justin were dressed up as dirty, hot, sweaty firefighters? Yeah... I do. See... instant happiness!

OH and you know how I love Sister Act!

The show, if you didn't know, has musical celebrities going back to their hometown, forming a choir with "normal people" and singing for a chance to win a quarter of a million dollars for a charity back home. The funny (not really) thing is that every choir has some sort of sob story. Nick Lachey has a father/daughter combo who are singing for their mother who has cancer. Kelly Roland had a Katrina Victim. Michael Bolton, who's charity is for battered women, has a former battered woman. And country cutie Blake Shelton has fellas from the armed forces.

But Patti Labelle scares me for some reason. Sure her choir is powerful... but still. There's smoething diva-ish about her Oh and when she was on, Mom sort of slipped...

"I like her wig."
"Wait. Did you say 'wig?'"
"No. I meant her wakeup."
"Wakeup?"
"MAKEUP. I was staring at her hair..."

I read an article where they stayed that she would threaten her choir by saying "Sing off key or I'll slap you." Or something along the lines. Whatever it is... that sucks.

Tomorrow is the finale... you really should watch. :D

And the call it Puppy Love...

So as I was driving home from work today, I noticed this HUGE ASS dog in the neighborhood. Seriously. It was so HUGEASS that I thought it was a wolf. Seriously! I even paused a bit as I was driving pass it just to make sure that it wasn't a wolf... but alas it was just a HUGE ASS dog.

Anyways, so 2 hours later, I left the house to run some errands and when I turned into the street... there was that HUGE ASS dog again! I slowly make my way around the corner and stared at the dog. I began to think that perhaps this HUGE ASS dog was lost! He had run away and now he couldn't get his HUGE ASS home. Now, we have our very own runaway pup in the form of our beagle Britney, who always somehow manages to dig her was out of the garden. But there was has always been some kind stranger who would find her and call us to let her know that she hadn't been run over by a car. Heartbreak averted right? So I'm sitting there in my car thinking that possibly this HUGE ASS dog has a family at home who may be worring for him. And what if I'm driving tomorrow morning and I see HUGE ASS CARCASS at the freeway entrance and that easily could have been voided if I just did this one nice thing and find the owner. Right?

So I drive home and I start walking. I walk back down the street and I can't seem to find that HUGE ASS dog again. I circle the block and nope... I can't find it. I'm walking for about 10 minutes (in the cold might I add!) and when I decide that I'm going to head back home... there he is!! HUGE ASS DOG! I'm super happy and I ease my way towards him. "HI BABY" I said in a high pitch voice hoping it will calm this poor lost thing. I patted my knees and tried again, "Come on honey!" The funny thing is, the dog responded! He looked and me and stared back. Then the HUGE ASS DOG barked. THE HUGE ASS DOG BARKED LIKE NO TOMORROW! THEN HE STARTED WALKING TOWARDS ME! BARKING!

"Oh hell no!" I thought to myself and turned around.

Sorry HUGE ASS dog owners. I tried... but your HUGE ASS dog freaked me out.

Long Long Ago

There was a girl who wrote a lot. Oodles and oodles. About anything and absolutely nothing. Now I don't know if its the fact that she's working a lot and doesn't want her work life to know what a uber geek she is behind her super cool exterior (yeah right) or the fact that maybe my life isn't as "blogworthy" as it was many years ago... but I'm wanting to stop it. Oops. She's wanting to stop it. Yeah. She's totally going to get better about it and will write more frequently. Seriously.

~*~

Tonight I'm cooking dinner. A pretty damn good dinner I would say. Because it's "pretty damn good" I'm feeling pretty confident about my cooking abilities. Sure, its a crocpot dish and I basically just cut up chicken, potatoes, and cauliflower and threw in some sause... but I'm convincing myself that the effort itself has made me a "chef" and that I'm becoming more and more domesticated. Yeep. I'm neato.

:P

Hip hop. That's the dance that bunnies do.

Sometimes you don't realize things until you really think about it. For example:

Little bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head

Is it me or is little Bunny Foo Foo a complete and total jerkface. Unless the field mice had it coming, then by all means, bop away. But really, who has the right to judge what field mice do? Jerkface.

I'm not going to get into "This old man" and how he played "knick knack on my thumb" because deep inside I think that "This old man" is a "this old perve" and I honestly don't want to "knick knack paddy wack" anything within a 50 yard radius of that guy. Ew.

Anyways...

Happy Easter lovlies!! Deep inside, Easter is one of my favorite hoildays because of everything is symbolizes. New life. Love. Hope. Happiness. Plus also its one of those days that epitomizes cutness. :) See... You really can't lose on Easter.

Hilarious

Mom on my Vegas trip: What did you do?
Me: We just went clubbing...
Mom: I saw the pictures. You guys were crazy... WHAT DID YOU DO?
Me: Drank. Gambled. Lots of unprotected sex. Orgies. Drugs. The usual.
Mom: What else? Did you get a tattoo? Is it a koala?
Me: No mom...
Mom: HELLO KITTY?!

A Confederate Solider walked into a Grocery Store...

No punchline really. Just telling it how I saw it. I went to my local VONS around 10pm this evening, and as I was waiting in line, an older gentleman strolled right passed me. And yes, he was dressed up as a Confederate Solider... complete with snow white beard, boots, and holster (Empty. Thank goodness. Seriously, or else that would have been slightly nerve wracking.)

He ended up in frozen foods.

Is there something going on politics-wise that I should know about?

Its times like this where I wish I had the "balls" to whip out my camera phone and slyly take a picture... and I would have if it wasn't that damn fear of possibly angering decrepit Confederate Soldiers. Especially since they lost the war and apparently he hasn't gotten over it... yet.

Completely surreal.

Go ho or get out.

While keeping with the motto of "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" (though in theory it doesn't take into consideration the repercussions that a stay in Vegas can cause... gonorrhea, chlamydia, babies, tattoos, odd piercings, gambling addictions, brand new strange husbands, and debt because we all know those things can go home with you but don't necessarily want to write mom about.) I won't divulge the "happenings" of what went down this weekend. But I'd like to state that it was AWESOME. :)

Mama told me there'd be days like this...

Tonight I had dinner with my dad. Its weird to think about how far things have come because never in a million years would I have imagine having this conversation:

Carlene: How's Uncle?
Dad: He's good. I have to get him some Viagra!! *laughs*
Carlene: Ehhhh...
Me: Um...GROSS!!!

Call me silly. Call me immature. But I don't like to think of *that*. I'm not even going to type it out because that would involve thinking about *that*.

Ew.

Dinner tonight was at Black Angus which is from what I'm learning from my cousin, a favorite amongst my dad, aunt, and uncle. Ironically enough though, this was my first time there. It was ok. Nothing interesting I can really yelp about. But once we sat at the table, my dad was a pro at ordering and after a while asked why he wasn't getting any bread because he loves the bread. And there I am wondering why in my 26 years is this my first time at the Black Angus because here is my dad and he's completely enamored with the place. I've grown accustomed to going to places he aways enjoyed...

For example:
Me: Hi dad! Where do you want to go to dinner?
Dad: Oh... I don't know. You pick!
Me: Hmmmm... Cheesecake Factory? Mi Piace??
Dad: That's too far. How about Benihana's?

See. I'm assuming its because while growing up in San Dimas, the Sizzer was the place to be and my Nanang constantly walked out of the restaurant with her purse full of cheesebread.

Speaking of food and Nanang, have I ever tell you (wrote) about how whenever we had JR say blessing during holiday dinners, he would say something to the extent of "we are all grateful to be together, especially since this could be Nanang's last Christmas/Thanksgiving/Easter/etc" and he had said it pretty consistently for 10 years while in the presence of my grandmother. Initially we were all pretty shocked that he would say it let alone think such morbid thoughts. She was just "old." We later just learn to look at him lovingly over the table and think "Riiiiiiight. She'll outlive us all!" Turns out he was right eventually.

Nothing that had to do with the original contents of the post, but just came into my head randomly. :)

Anyways, when I got home from work today, I found my mom had purchased some new dog clothes. While I admit that yes, I do like do dress up my dogs because they're darn right adorable... my mom went a little bit overboard when I found Sonnybear...

Its an outfit consisted of a jacket, little bootie shoes, and a hat. I believe somewhere there's a little doggie snowman missing a hat somewhere because unless he's going for a old school (I refuse to spell school "skool" when placed after that adjective because that just annoys me.) Flava Flav sans the clock necklace.












In the last picture I refuse to believe those are tears because in all honesty, I'd be crying if that were me.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

Bobby Flay just won the MAC & CHEESE Challenge. That's CRAP!! He put pancetta in his which no longer makes it mac & cheese.... that's a CASSEROLE! Ugh.

No, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious.

Other than the occasional pathetic cough emitting from my chest, I'm feeling a lot better. I can go and run out and play with the other kids now... with moderation of course. :) No more bubble for me Ma. I'm swell!

I did end up going to the hospital last Saturday where when asked about the wait for urgent care, the horrid woman at the counter exclaimed "READ THE SIGN". Oh wow. Really? I thought bitchy receptionist like you only exist on SNL or sitcoms. Thank you for coming to life Tinkerbell.

Best part of being sick was that while slipping into my codine coma cloud of congested free happiness one evening (OK second best because that was some damn good drugs.), I received a voicemail from Sal who confessed that he actually missed me. MISSED ME! Does this mean that "I win" universe? Do I get a unicorn? That would be awesome. Pink please. Purple will suffice though.

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Really quick. The Gibbler is still on IDOL? Really?! Did you not notice that he had a perm this week? Last week it was straightened! I don't know if I should be amused or jealous over the fact that he was gifted with really REALLY nice hair that's darn right versatile. But this isn't a hair contest... its Idol. I cried for Melinda Dolittle and when Jordyn Sparks (who also has good hair might I add) came on I screamed "THAT'S THE LAND BEFORE TIME SONG!" and teared up from the memories. :)

Happy Pi Day!!

This is why I'm hot...

Cause I'm still sick.

Slowly but surely I am getting better. Although I'm still coughing quite a bit, I'm feeling not as wretched. YAY FOR NOT AS WRETCHED!

Funny thing is that when I walked through the front door on Saturday afternoon, my mom stuck her head out of the kitchen and exclaimed "How are you feeling baby?" I don't know about you but no matter how old you are, but there's a sweet comfort when your mom calls you "baby" and you're sick. Its not a boo-boo... but it sure does feel like one.

Unfortunately Carlene got whatever I had so now she's all coughy and sickies. She blames me. Its not like I coughed on a cupcake and gave it to her with the intention of seeing her miserable. It just happened. Damn virus.

Seeing that I haven't been out of the house in 5 days, lets talk about some good tv.

AMERICAN IDOL: There are 4 ways I determine how I like a contestant-
1) Bored- Its bad. It isn't even BAD where I'm cringing... it's worse. I change the channel. I actually fell asleep even before Sanjaya step foot on the Idol stage... sure I was heavily medicated, but I blame it on the performer. (BTW, has anyone noticed that he has a slight resemblance to Kimmy Gibbler from Full House or is it just me... heavily medicated?)
2) That was ok- In other its "meh". In the end, I don't really care when Simon makes them cry. In a way, they had it coming.
3) Goosebumps- This is when I know someone is good because even my skin knows it and I can't control it. When it's someone really really good, my skin gets super duper tingly (not in that way perv) and I have to make a mental note of the IDOLS number it's willing me to vote for.
4) I cry like an emo kid- Seriously. I get all teary eyed and I'm overcome with emotion from all that good singing. Its like I'm watching SISTER ACT 2 and they choir just won the championship and now they're school won't get shut down... you really can't help but cry when you get to that part. Oh and I actually vote.

HEROES: I HAVE TO WAIT TILL APRIL 23 FOR A NEW EPISODE!?! Boo! But what a way to go... Ando's back and it seems that EVERYONE KNOWS FREAKING EVERYTHING!!! Well not everyone but you know what I'm talking about. And the hardcore bitchy chick from STICK IT is playing a hardcore bitchy hero. Oh to be type casted

VERONICA MARS: Another show I have to wait till April for something new (Logan and Parker eh!?) but in the meantime its PUSSYCAT DOLLS: SEARCH FOR A NEW DOLL. Talk about drama, the first episode had girls dropping like flies and throwing up like crazy due to a virus (like me!!) and they STILL had to audition. Sure its useless mind candy that makes me go "WHEE!!" but that's its like the Pussycat Doll music itself. :) And oh how I love "BUTTONS"

THROWDOWN WITH BOBBY FLAY: Finally saw an episode where Bobby actually won. I must have screamed at the tv for a good 2 minutes. RAT BASTARD. Tonight though it was the MEATLOAF battle and the throwdown-ee's were very good about the whole thing exclaiming "LET'S DO IT" when he walked into their diner. They won and that's all that matters.

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA WHAT. THE. FRAK. I'm hoping that she's a Cylon because if she's actually dead, that would frakkin suck hardcore.

Drugs are kicking in. YAY!

Brrrr its cold in here...

Luc: what's new
Me: nothing much... im sick
Luc: AGAIN????

Story of my life. I try and I try but this damn virus always seems to get me.

Eh. To make matters worse...

The water heater busted the other night so we are all enduring "vigorous" and "oh so refreshing" cold showers that are nowhere near glorious. Its rather torturous and I can literally feel my fingers become frostbitten when I condition my hair. Eek! No fun at all.

We decided to turn off the water completely until we get the pipe fixed, so we have our stock of water and for the moment I'm feeling very "Little House on the Prarie." I'm sorta scared to make tea because of the limited water supply but it's only for one more day. Also I have another location to take a shower so all isn't too too wretched.

Also on the bright side, its my weekend so at least I'm not miserable and ill at work. Hurrah!

*cough*

Jurassic Park. Your @$$ is about to be excinct too.

This is my first time watching "Parental Control" on MTV where parents who hate the person their kid is dating set them up with new dates. Apparently in this episode, the girlfriend is a controling gold digger who's talking smack about the new girls AND the guy's parents. Oh my gosh, she's SO rude to her parents!! That's soooo bad and I'm uncomfortable. Talk about trainwreck... and total guilty pleasure. Teehee.

Anyways, last night Bombie and I had this conversation on the need to learn what our Nanang cooked in order to keep that recipe alive as well as a her legacy. My new goal is to learn how to make her lumpia (eggroll). Actually the lumpia is what sparked the talk seeing that at the party last night the lumpia was there and I proclaimed it as my favorite because of the taste and nostalgia associated with it.

Nicole: Your mom made the lumpia right?
Bombie: No. Nanang did.
Nicole: *pause* Really?
Bombie: NO!! MY MOM DID... did you think we froze it for this long?

For a moment, I thought they had been freezing it for 3 years...

There was also this awkward conversation

Bombie: They had that drink that was soo good. Michelle, what was that drink? I think it was called "WET PUSSY"
Michelle: The "Red apple?"
Bombie: NO... I think it was "WET PUSSY"
Michelle: It's also called the "Red apple"
Bombie: No... the free one. It's called the "WET PUSSY"
Michelle: That right... you had to go up to them and say "WET P..."
Bombie: See.. "WET PUSSY"
Nicole: Can we just stop saying it already!?!?!

~*~
When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window. Windows are pretty awesome. :)

I love it when we're crusin together...

As I was driving to work, the check engine light went off in my car. Seeing that I have had many bad experiences with check engine lights going off in my car (Boo to you Volkswagon!! Boo to you!!) paranoia settled into my mind and I promptly called out of work and took my worried self along with the disco blinking light to the shop thinking that my day was going to be spent in a waiting room.

Turns out that the last time I had my oil changed, they forgot to reset the system. So while I still have 1000 miles to go before the next change... the computer was screaming "Feed me slacker!! Give me oil!!!"

Stupid computer.

Luckily I didn't have to pay for them to tell me this and the folks at the shop were extremely nice during my somewhat useless girl moment.

Eh.

In other news, there's a budding romance on the street. How do I know this? Because the kids keep chanting it outside my window. "Carrie and Jamie sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

While I don't know either of them, I do wish them the best of luck.

May your hats fly as high as your dreams...

I hate you Grey's Anatomy. I hate you with all of my being.

Ok. Not all.

But you made me ansy. You made me queasy. YOU, Grey's Anatomy, made me watch you in mute.

Whats the deal with the drill!? You think I'd like that? Then you made Izzy tell George what she felt about his marriage. Seriously?! AND THEN YOU PULLED THAT DEAD THING...

Lame lame lame.

But you did make my heart flutter a bit for showing Kyle Chandler and Jeffery Dean Morgan at the end.

You may have redeemed yourself there because seeing them made me swoon.

~*~

Oh by the way, Happy February 15th.

You're still loved.

Sorta. ;)

L is for the way you look at me

3 things come into mind whenever this time of the year comes along.

1. CHOCOLATE! Chocolate is everywhere. My theory with Valentines in the timeline of the year is that Valentines is the day where all diets stop. Christmas, you gorge because you're celebrating life, family, etc and typically you celebrate over food. New Years, you realize what you've done (specifically what you've eaten) and therefore you start this brand new year right and healthy. Then Valentines comes along and whether you're single or coupled up, you're eating chocolate because its all over the place and any thoughts of being "right and healthy" gets all f*cked up because you're surrounded by all the deliciously sinful temptation. I don't complain though, cause chocolate is delish. Now from this day you can decide to either 1) "Screw this diet! I ef-ed it up already... might as well go down in glory!" or 2) "Today was bad... but tomorrow I'll be better. Pinky swear and celery sticks!"

That is till Easter comes along and those gosh darn cadbury eggs start hatching...

2) GIRLS NIGHT! Generally you want to spend the evening with those that you love and care about. Sure it's a Wednesday night and you have an interview the next day, but you know what, I really just want to relax and be happy. Not that today makes people sad (though I do know some who seem to bury themselves in chocolate (see above) and tend to go overboard about the holiday, but it really is a matter of taking things into perspective.) Since a good majority of my dearest friends are girls its a night to get together and celebrate the fact that no matter what happens in life, we will be there for each other. As will the bars.

3) My dad. Growing up there were certain days I knew I was going to get gifts from my dad. My birthday (of course), Christmas (once again, of course), days when I was sick, and Valentines. Nothing big, just little thing to let my sister and I know that he cared. From fuzzy giant pink and purple plush spiders to even just a simple heart pencil to a goodie bag of chocolate (see #1) there was always something on the kitchen table on Valentines morning. Now seeing that we're grown up and living in different places, I can always expect a call from my dad (today it was at 10:23 am this morning). My day will be complete.

When you think about it, Valentines day is about love. Who you love. What you do for love. (In the name of love?) What you love doing. I have many loves in the form of family and friends and in general everything and anything that makes me smile. So in the end, I'm feeling very blessed today.

Have a lovely Valentines Day Sweet Babboos. ;)

Webster’s dictionary defines ‘wedding’ as “the fusing of two metals with a hot torch”.

Tonight's OFFICE was difficult to watch. I was cringing everytime Michael opened his mouth. Eh. But let me say that watching GREY'S ANATOMY was a lot more cringe worthy. SERIOUSLY! The situations they get into become more and more intense... from bombs in patients, to patients with toxic blood that makes everyone passout to FERRY BOMBS AND BODIES ALL OVER THE PLACE!!! What's next GREY'S!?! TELL ME NOW BECAUSE I DON'T THINK I CAN HANDLE IT!! (Seriously, I don't think I can. I watched a good portion of this episode on mute. MUTE!! That's not normal. I can't take the tension.)

What a coinidink! Phillis got married in THE OFFICE and Carlene was going through wedding magazines at the same time! And then there's Britney who doesn't seem to notice or care.

ZzZz*dreamyweddinghunkyboys*zzZZZz

Oh no lets go!

Prince is totally rocking it out in the superbowl. TOTALLY. I'm getting goosepimples and I'm seriously wowed. Its raining and he's going insane over there in Superbowl land. My mom on the other had is looking very disgusted... basically because when we were younger she hated his songs because of his "ow" or his singing high pitch moans (ie: "I just want your extra time and your 'KIIIIIISSSSSSSS'" The "kiiiiiisssss" voice annoys her.) She thought he was overtly sexy/whiny and...

OHMIGOSH he's singing PURPLE RAIN!!

AND ITS RAINING!?!

I wonder if they had this planned.

Him and God.

... and the New Power Generation.

Ben Franklin, do you wear boxers, briefs, or pantaloons?

I was at the 24 hour walmart earlier today and while in the check out line (shampoo and mouthwash if you were terribly interested), there was a guy wearing a shirt that said "I <3 Latinas". The punk in me really wanted to go up to him, pout, and say "Are you telling me I don't have a chance!?!" but instead I did it mentally and giggled incessantly to Carlene.

It was just one of those days... ;)

Do you have tickets to the GUN SHOW?!

So I saw the weirdest thing on the freeway today. I was driving and as I was switching lanes, I looked to my left and saw a man driving with his right arm on the wheel, but doing reps with what looked like a 10lb barbell over his head with his left arm.

A 10lb barbell!!

I would have taken a picture, but I was running somewhat late and I couldn't locate my phone (darn you big purse!), instead I decided to illustrate for you what I witnessed.

Drawn to Scale

You know what's also odd? Cinderella 3. I know. I'm just as bewildered as you are.

I'll go if you go!!

And with those words, I was magically whisked away on a somewhat spontaneous trip where I learned many things...

Like...

What to do when you have 10 working professionals and 1 free hotel room...




Air Matresses Galore!!

Or what to do when you have a large amount of alcohol and no ice buckets or a cooler... or lets just say not enough room in general...




Yay for lovely bathrooms!!

Or how to wake up a sleeping Joe...






Or how to kill a sleeping Joe... whatever

Or Where can I take somewhat absurd pictures of David Hasselhoff...



He was everywhere and I am actually tempted to go check him out. Any takers?

Or how to properly eat crablegs...





Ok. Maybe not so much that one...

But all in all, it was super nice to get away and be with family and friends. :)

Borderline. Feels like I'm going to lose my mind. .

Last night was an interesting night...

First of all, don't you hate it when you can't seem to get away from something. Its like saying "I hate carrots" and then going to a thai restaurant where you order pad thai but forget to state that you hate carrots and its COVERED in carrots?? And there's carrots all over the place. Your side salad has carrots and lo and behold they only have carrot cake for dessert. And all you ask is just one thing that doesn't have carrots in it?

I hate carrots.

Ok. I don't HATE carrots. I strongly dislike carrots. I don't like the taste of it, but if its in a spring roll and there's something that's overpowering that icky taste... I'm ok with it.

Though carrot cake is ok...

And we all know that thai restaurants would NEVER serve side salads AND carrot cake. So nevermind that too.

But I think you get the idea.

In the end, you're screaming "OH F*CK NO" and making a U turn like no other. :) You're also laughing hysterically because right now the whole thing is just a little ridiculous.

Anywayss, today is Miss Lisa Lavelle's birthday!!! And while I can't show ALL of the pictures from last night's activities, I can share a choice few that won't make your momma cringe... though I'm sure she'll laugh. :)

Happy Birthday Lisa!! :)

Group picture at midnight!

Group picture at midnight with one slight difference...

No Rudy... you're not the birthday princess!!

Can someone explain to me 2/10?

Somewhat "happy" picture... :)

Sal and Lindsay really do love each other.

Lisa's expression is adorable!!!

I'll drink you under the table!! Or something... I don't know how this one came out.

I LOVE IT WHEN MY RECIEPT IS PRINTED WITH LOVE!! I LOVE LOVE!!!

Sal. I want you to win me a black baby.

Is that a Muppet Babies Tattoo?

"I miss you!"
"I miss you too!"
"Good. I'm taking it back. I just wanted you to admit it."

:)

January 4th!?! Already?? Oh my gosh, 2007 flying by soooo quickly!

Luckily as of right now, I don't have any complaints for the new year. So I guess you can say so far so good. The sun is shining. (But not tomorrow... apparently its going to rain.) I'm surrounded by good folks whom I adore (Also known as good "peeps" according to that Shaggy song. One day I'll get into it and why it annoys the frack**out of me, but right now I'll leave you in an aura of mystery. OoOoo.) And I got plans/goals for the upcoming year that are actually pretty tangible. (Once again, Mystery. I don't want to jinks anything.) So yep. It's been lovely.

And though Santa gave me work hours for Christmas and New Years (which I didn't exactly ask for but hey I'm reaping the rewards with this week's paycheck AND I have a shopping date tomorrow!)... he was gracious to give me 2 days off this week!! Yippee skippy!

I'm feeling slightly spoiled. ;)

**Yes Jean. I said "frack". I know you hate it but think of it as my little love shout out to you. A positive spin on something that makes you ill. So everytime I say "frack" in frustration, it really means I'm saying "Jean is awesome! I can't wait till Jean-ly.!" Or was it Jean-vember? I don't remember, but what I DO remember was that Joe Bussiere was dreamy. Deliciously dreamy. Thinking about him makes me smile. A dreamy smile. Because he was THAT dreamy. :)

Kiss me at midnight dance until the morning light

Happy New Years kids!! I hope everyone had a lovely evening whether it was spent drinking it up with homies, dancing it up like a hootch, watching Dick in NY, or just even just sleeping. :) Fortunantly for me I was just grateful not to have spent it at work. I guess you can say that was my final resolution of 2006: Make sure the first minutes of the new year are with those whom I love. And while I do love (almost) everyone I work with, I needed to be home. :)

Hello 2007! Lets hope you don't suck.