:) Just got home from JP's birthday shindig. JP is seriously my absolute favorite Karate-kicking, surfing, bartender whos so strong that he doesn't know that he's choking you when he's giving you one of his million dollar hugs. :) The party was your typical filipino party where theres a good amount of friends, family, food, alcohol, and of course KARAOKE. And since I'm still sick... I couldn't quite get jiggy with the microphone. But I DID see enough disturbing drunken hip thrusting from Tommy to give me nightmares for the next couple of months. I was entertained tonight though with Will's one-man "Matador and bull" imitation as well as his "finger" magic tricks, the "groping" and indecent pictures (talk about getting action...), and story time with JP's dad (What? RJ IS A SEX MACHINE?!?). Most important of all, I got to see the Keri, Tina, Mae, Marissa, JP and Joey... and we picked out our kris kringles for the christmas party. I have ______. Hope he/she likes what I got planned. ;)

*Missy Elliot's WORK IT...*
Nicole: (singing) Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha
Joey: Wouldn't that hurt... with the beak and all?

Earlier today, I checked my voicemail and there was this creepy message on it:
Happy Thanksgiving sexy thang!! I can lick you up... like a turkey.
And since my phone had died the night before, it didn't say who the message was from. But I took down the number and researched it.. and lo and behold... IT WAS MANNY!! ;P He's a freak... yep.

The house smells like Christmas now that we have a tree in the house. So now I'm offically OFFICALLY excited for christmas... Actually, its a combination of everything that puts me in the holiday spirit. Hot apple cider, Day After Thanksgiving sales, Twinkle lights in their trays ready to be hung... There's nothing like singing Christmas songs in your car with the heater on to make you feel all warm and happy inside.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Today was a day of absolute gluttony... as it always is every year. The thing is that since my mom and dad split up, Thanksgivings have been even more so since its been BIG LUNCH here at home with mom... and BIG DINNER with my dad's family. This means an obscene amount of food. We have enough leftovers here to last us a couple of weeks... so if you've got a craving for some pumpkin pie or roast... come on over!

My baby niece Alica is the cutest thing and since she is the baby in the family... everyone fawns over her. :) Today she said "apple" and everyone in the room repeated "apple" in this awed, amazed manner that made me laugh. She also has the greatest toys. Angel and I were going gaga and feeling superior with this one toy for 1 year olds that had a lot of colors and gizmos on it. Thats right... I know my colors. Yay me! ;)

Well since it IS Thanksgiving... so what are YOU thankful for?
I'm grateful for God, my family (as crazy as they ALL are), my friends (as crazy as they ALL are), good relationships, the roof over my head, those simple things in life that make it all worthwhile, creative energy... used to bring Joy into the world, AIM so that I can talk to people near, far, wherever you are, second chances, "kindred spirits", the used bookstore across the street, slow jams that make you all wishy washy lovey dovey, Conan O'Brien, that everyone in my life is in good health, opposable thumbs, water filters, Disneyland, blogspot, cki, quality time, cd burners+kazaa, the muppets, Diana Krall songs, Harry Potter (I Heart Ron Weasley) and Anne of Green Gables, wicked sarcasm, people who make me laugh, days that are sunny, rainy, breezy, or just really beautiful, my job, the essentials that keep me alive, late night chats about nothing, Saved by the Bell reruns, stuffing, waffles, Indiana Jones *wink*, Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called To Say I Love You" because it makes me want to call people up and say "I LOVE YOU" to them, ABBA, a sane mind (?), being able to really get to know people, those days when it rains and your blankets are warm and you don't have anything planned for the day, personal TLC, the ability to dance in the car to Britney Spear's I'M A SLAVE without a care in the world, finding good parking, seeing an old face, knowing that you brightened someones day, when a friend looks out for your well being, short lines, rocky road ice cream, glasses repair kits, 24 hour walmart, sunshine, lolipops, people in my life who when I think about them, I can't help but smile, happy memories and craziness that the future holds for me...

I had this dream last night where I was kicking it with Harry Potter.... and as I was giving him a high-five for his kick ass quidditch match... I slammed my hand into the wall and picture frame and woke myself up. Oh lordy...

At work yesterday, Brandi was telling me of how her older brother used to shove her into the sleeping bag, sit at the opening, and fart into it just to torchure her. It made me think of my own childhoold and how sister and I used to fight... There were some pretty bad kiddie fights we had. One time I stabbed her with a pencil... another time she cut my hair... or she would chase me around the house when I needed to go to the bathroom and so I would end up peeing in my pants. She says I used to kick her at night... but I beg to differ... I remember annoying her when we went to bed because I would walk on the tiles with no socks on and go to bed with cold feet... and then I'd rub my feet on her. When I was 6 years old, I remember sitting in the back of the car with my sister... wearing my favorite hat. This hat was the greatest hat ever because my nanang had crocheted it for me and I looked ever so cute whenever I wore it (or so I think). I don't know why, but suddenly Carlene went into this mad rage, grabbed my precious hat and THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW!! Oh my gosh... I started crying and begged my mom and dad to turn around so that we can get it... but no. My dear hat was gone. I'm not bitter at all... oh no. :P

Isn't it funny how some of these "horrible" flashbacks make you smile in embarassment or even pride. Thats right... I stabbed my sister with a pencil. It almost broke skin. Don't mess with my crayons.

But we knew we loved each other. Sure the whole "your dolls are my dolls and my dolls are MY dolls" mentality my sister had wasn't the greatest thing... but there was a time when my dad threated to give Carlene away to my Tita Lagring after we fought once and I started to cry... I guess I did love my annoying little sister... or when I scared Carlene into thinking I was running away and my proof was that I had actually put socks and underware into a bag... and she begged me not to go. *awww* She did love me!

On a side note... My mom used to play tricks on us. Like she'd turn off all the lights and hide in a corner while Carlene and I are crying "where are you mommy!!" and running around thinking we had been abandoned. Or she'd come home with all these surgical tools from work and said that if we were lying, she would cut off our tongues with them. Oh yeah... Those are some crazy memories...

So.. my sister was using my computer and had the most interesting conversation with Petey...

doubleup144: man...this is wacked
spaznik: HELLO...
spaznik: ITS CARLENE!
spaznik: NICOLE IS AWAY
spaznik: :-)
doubleup144: what the?
doubleup144: why you using Nicole's SN?
spaznik: I BEAT HER UP!!
spaznik: BECAUSE I CAN
doubleup144: oh no
doubleup144: I need to come save her
doubleup144: I'm on my way!
doubleup144: you's one meanass sister
spaznik: DUH!
spaznik: I WOULDNT COME OVER THOUGH
spaznik: ID KICK YOUR ASS
spaznik: AND YOU WOULD BE SAD
doubleup144: true......
doubleup144: Oh shit
doubleup144: I'm gonna go call up Joe
spaznik: WUURRD
spaznik: OH YEAH... I CAN BREAK HIM WITH MY PINKY
doubleup144: And bring my posse
doubleup144: ok...I"m trembling with fear now!
spaznik: LOL
spaznik: MUAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA
doubleup144: Nooooooo
doubleup144: aite...have fun holding nicole hostage
spaznik: SHHHH PETEY... YOUS MY BITCH!
doubleup144: Oh hells no
doubleup144: You's my bitch!!!
spaznik: OH HELL!
doubleup144: everyone is my bitch
doubleup144: you best bow down
spaznik: WHA?!
doubleup144: that's right
spaznik: YOUS SMOKIN' CRACK!
spaznik: IMMA EFF YOU UP SUCKA!
doubleup144: you better not ask stupid questions
doubleup144: bring it on!!!!
spaznik: I AINT NO CHEERLEADER!!
spaznik: THIS IS LONG BEACH FOO!
doubleup144: HAHAHAH
doubleup144: Oh damn...you represnting the LBC
spaznik: WUURRRRR
doubleup144: damnit...I knew you bringing trouble
spaznik: WHAT UP IE?!?!
spaznik: 99.1
doubleup144: Eaaaaasssssstttt Siiiiideeeeeee
spaznik: UM ALRIGHT
doubleup144: aite..time to ballout
spaznik: ONE!
doubleup144: late

Wow... say it with me. "GHETTO." :P

:) I'm alive!! A bit sick... but at least I'm still breathing. I have this scent of cough drops to me too. Ewww.

Friday afternoon, I was over in Laguna putting up a HUGE ceiling drape at this banquet hall in Laguna. And like I blogged earlier, all they played was Christmas music. There must be a several hundred versions of THE CHRISTMAS SONG... I think I heard them all that day. Saturday was LONG. LOOOOONNNNGG. LOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGG. At 7am, decorated a temple over in Riverside... at 10am.. decorated the chapel and reception over at the Mission Inn in Riverside... and from 4-7pm finishing up at a banquet hall in Laguna. It was 12 freaking hours of insanity... but everything came out really beautiful. The temple was an experience because it was an Islamic Temple and so I had to take off my shoes and cover my head to just to drape the aisle inside. The Mission Inn itself was gorgeous... *note to self... prospective wedding place in case there are no suitable bathrooms at Union Station in LA.* It was nice because they had their christmas lights up... but then again the decorations itself were EXTREMELY creepy. Like they had these lifesize dolls standing on the balcony, giant bands of pandas in the courtyard, and these gold painted statues of angels and the Virgin Mary up along the arches... all MOVING. EEEK! *note to self again... when getting married and if the Mission Inn is the dream location... not during Christmas time... nor anytime where they have creepy *traumatizing* statues to scare myself and the bridal party*

I went to go see Harry Potter again with Joe yesterday night... *I HEART RON WEASLEY!* Now I'm just a bit slightly obsessive over the whole Harry Potter series (again) and terrified because according to one website, in the next book a major character is supposed to die. And since I heart Ron Weasley, I'm really really hoping that it isn't going to be him... really really really hoping. I don't want it to be Hermione either... nor Harry... If its Hagrid.. then I guess I'll be ok. I made Carrie promise me that when the book comes out, she's going to read it first and if something horrible does happen to (i heart) Ron... then I'm not going to read it at all. Okok.. I'm retarded... but I'm really scared. The books definitely get darker and maybe J.K. Rowling is this crazy woman who secretly thinks that everyone likeable should be mangled to death and takes joy in breaking her readers little hearts. Maybe... ok.. I'm gonna go out and get a life. Really I am. Really!!!

Nothing like being stuck in a room playing nothing but CHRISTMAS MUSIC for 4 HOURS to get you in the holiday mood. Oh my... :)