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!