Remember what this day is really about, not just an excuse to not go to school or a work holiday! Thank a veteran or current military for their sacrifice.
Sending all my love tonight to my Marine and his whole battalion somewhere over the Pacific. Semper Fi!
KISS A MILITARY MEMBER OR A VETERAN!!! BUT FIND YOUR OWN! ;)
11/10 and 11/11: Today and Tomorrow I am thankful for the people who gave their life in service to this country and for the freedoms that they have earned for us all that we often take forgranted. Freedoms like the right to practice your own religion, freedom to live without fear of persecution for what you believe in, and freedom of speech.
And I sincerely pray for the souls of people like Fred Phelps (godhatesfags.com) whose actions are an insult to the very people who fight for their right to spew hate and evil in this world.
A few of my friends on Facebook started posting daily thanksgivings for the month of November. I thought it was a good idea so I started to do it too.
Today, I found it so hard to find one thing I was thankful for. Which is really saying something because I just went thru the driving day from the hell not too long ago. (More on that on a different post). Today I've just been frustrated and angry and I've been on the verge of tears more than once. I'm annoyed at everyone and everything and NO before you ask, I am NOT on the rag. Sometimes life just catches up with you and you're incapable of handling it all at once.
So I posted a random thanksgiving that wasn't really random nor was it really a thanksgiving...just to have something to say. I then proceeded to get all my books out and study for an upcoming test.
A few hours later, I hear my door open and in comes my dog. I looked at him all annoyed as he started to come near me to give me kisses...he got the picture and backed away and I ignored him as he settled down into his favorite spot by my bed. An hour after that, I just about had it with reading and studying and rereading and studying and still not knowing what the hell I'm doing. I shoved my chair back and dropped my books on the floor.
I guess I woke Rex up. In the middle of a pretty good frown and sulk and mental diatribe about how stupid I am and what a loser I turned out to be etc etc etc, I happen to glance over at him. He was staring right at me with a big doofy grin on his face and his tail wagging like there's no tomorrow.
"HI!! *wag wag wag* Are you done?? Can we play?? Will you rub my belly??? *wag* I've missed you!! *wag wag* Oh, you're not done yet?? That's ok, Ill just wait for you riiiight here! *lick*" Even now as I write this, he is curled up in an impossibly small ball at my feet ready to wake up at a moment's notice, just to tell me he loves me.
And just like that, I have something to be thankful for.
11/08/2010: Today I am thankful for Rex and his waggly tail. Because he loves me even when I don't love myself. And he reminds me that no matter what is going on in my life...there's always something to wag your tail about.
It's been so long since I've posted here that it took me 8 tries to remember my password. Clearly, Im out of practice but I'll try my best to deliver the 1/2 decent material you've all come to expect from me.
This post however, will not be one of my masterpieces. I thought I'd take the time to update you on what I've been up to. What has kept my attentions away from you blog readers (or at least the 4 of you that decided to stick around in case I wasn't dead and came back).
Are you ready?
Went back to school full time. Which really, doesn't make much of a difference as far as my daily life is concerned. It just means I have less time to sleep and spend a heckuvalot more on gas than I usually do. What am I going to school for? My graduate degree in blood, bugs, and body fluids. [Read: Medical Lab Sciences]. Im literally elbow deep in the stuff daily. Which I figure for a good thing since Ill have even more nicely grotesque daily caveats to impart on you poor people than before. Like that one time the girl spilled a whole vial of blood on me and I became a walking biohazard. Or the one time I volunteered to have someone practice drawing blood on me and ended up with an arm bruise the size of Wisconsin for a week. hahaha...ahhh, good times.
He doesn't really take up much time...I just wanted to introduce you all to Sexy Rexy (Rex for short)...since he will be filling in on some posts once in a while. You know...when I'm too lazy to write stuff myself. It's ok...he's even cuter and funnier than I am. You'll love him!
Again, he doesn't take up much time either. Mostly because he's deployed and I don't really get to talk to him as often as I like. I figured since Scope over at Scope-tech already introduced you all to his abs and pecs, I should probably introduce you to the rest of him. Now, since I have very limited contact with him at least for the next 2 months or so, I haven't really asked him if I can out him on my blog. So I'm just gonna refer to him as "the blue-eyed boy".
I guess I should say something witty now and figure out a good way to exit.
So the Seahawks bit butt this season... and neither my Cardinals nor my Vikings made it to the Superbowl. This officially ends my football season. Although if anyone is having a Superbowl party around my area, let me know and Ill bring dip! ;)
Some random thoughts I've been waiting to blog about but didn't have enough material to fill the page with:
-My new feel good video...again from OKGO (because they are super awesome).
-No matter how cute you are, or how trendy you think your workout gear is...wearing a fanny pack to the gym is neither cute nor trendy.
-I fantasize sometimes about getting rid of my facebook, blogger, youtube, etc...and just living out the rest of my days as a fabulous bum in San Fran. But I think people would just wonder if I was dead in a ditch somewhere even more so than they do now.
-My FedEx guy looks like Brett Favre. No, not 1990s Brett Favre with the mullet and preteen "no I don't need to shave everyday" baby face. The rugged and oh so fantabulously hawt silver haired Brett of today... except more rugged and muscled (if you can believe that...he plays league rugby apparently). I told him so a couple weeks ago and he couldn't stop laughing. Dave, if you're reading this... quit laughing at me!
-It's easier to eat healthy and diet if you don't know how to bake. Conversely...since I know how to bake and make fabulous candies and desserts, I've gotten fat again. More on this later.
-I've recently been obsessed with Marching Band videos and such (see Feel good video reference up top). And before you guys ask, yes I was a band geek from 9yrs old all the way to high school, up to and including three years in Marching Band. Oh yes, I rocked out and jammed on my flute and piccolo!
-My 10 year high school reunion is this year. One of my best friends (who graduated at the same time as I did) asked if I was gonna go. Hmmm...lemme think...I didn't like any of those people while I was IN high school. Do I really wanna go back and find out that after 10 years, I STILL don't like any of them? Nah...
-This happens at least once a day:
Random person: "are you Vietnamese?"
Me: "Nope...not even a little bit..."
Random person: "are you sure?"
Me: "uhhhhh....yeah. I'm filipino"
Random person: "Well, I thought you were Viet because you're so pretty"
...well shiet. Now I don't know if I'm insulted that they think I'm too stupid to know my own ethnicity, or be flattered that they think I'm pretty, or be insulted again that they think I have to be Viet to be pretty. Oh, the dilemma!
-The random naked people I encounter at my gym's locker room are NEVER the hot and gorgeous babes I wouldn't mind looking at. Nay, they are always the out of shape slightly skanky women that sit their nekkid behinds right next to you on the bench and wanna chat about where you got your duffel bag from. Interestingly enough, these are also the women who wear skin tight shorts and just a sports bra and sweating all over your favorite treadmill right before you hop on.
-At a certain age...women should stop wearing g-string and thong type undies. Case in point, the 67 year old grandma bending over in front of me to pick up her keys at the Safeway baking goods aisle.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best" --Marilyn Monroe...