Happy New Year!

...may this be the soundtrack to your night and your year ahead. HAVE A BLAST and BE SAFE!


Hamster Dance by The Vengaboys

Ugh Church!

Normally I like going to mass every Sunday. Not this Sunday tho...for many good reasons:

-We got stuck in the snow getting into the parking lot on the way in...and then we got stuck in the snow getting out of the parking lot as we were leaving.

-I slipped on the way to the front door and almost bit it, had I not slammed into my brother first. Good thing he was able to hold both of us up.

-The person (or persons, I'm not sure) who sat in the pew in front of me smelled like she took a flying leap into a vat of perfume concentrate, marinated for a few days, got out got dressed and then...just for good measure...decided to spritz on a couple more ounces.

-The baby in the pew behind me apparently had an ingrained fascination with long black hair. MY long black hair! And yes, it was cute the first 30 or so times he pulled on it...but the next 100 or so times not so much! What annoyed me more was the mom who apparently thought it was so darling and sweet for the little tyke to be playing with the nice lady (what nice lady?? oh you mean me?!?!) that she didn't do anything to stop it. Well you know what annoying little tyke and equally annoying mother?!?! Graham cracker bits and baby spit dries like cement. Ask me how I know...g'head...ASK!!

-The people sitting next to me? 4 giggly teenage girls...'nuff said.

The only thing good about my whole experience (other than receiving the word of God of course) was that we got to sing "What Child is This" during the communion which has been one of my favorite songs to sing at church since I was young. Why? Because it's the only time you can say "ass" in the house of the Lord without feeling like having to go to confession afterwards hehehe.

Another Award?!?!

Wow...Expat, my dear oh how you spoil me.

Except I have to work for this one too, and then give it away. Kinda cheapens it a little. But oh well, gives me more blog fodder so here I go!

The honorees are to: a) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

Hmm...not too bad. I actually have 7 people I want to give this to who are totally deserving!

But first things first: TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT ME!

1) I have a huge problem with people folding my clothes wrong and/or folding their own clothes wrong. I have gone so far as to upturn a laundry basket filled with clean folded clothes and refold it just so it didn't annoy me.

2) I don't like the way my hair smells after being outside. I dont even have to sweat or do anything extraneous. Even if I just go for a quick walk or if it's windy outside. When you come back inside your hair smells like...well...like air. But not good air. Not bad air either...just...not good.

3) I can't relax at home in outside clothes. If Im gonna be home for longer than a couple hours, I change into my house clothes (usually sweatpants and a tshirt and sweatshirt or ratty shorts, depending on the weather).

4) I can't sleep with my closet door open, or my bedroom door open, or any of my drawers not shut. They don't even have to be all the way open, just slightly ajar bugs me. It's not that I think some boogeyman is gonna get me...ok, I lie...I do think the boogeyman is out to get me, and yes, I am SURE all that stands between a peacefull night sleep and death is the 3 inches between my sliding closet door and the wall.

5) I'm a compulsive procrastinator. I'll tell you about it later.

6) I have a lot of books. All kinds of worldly intelligent books...but I never read those. I also have a lot of geeky science books, chemistry reference manuals, scientific publications, and biological Journals...I sometimes read those. I also have a lot of female oriented mystery/romance novels...those I read all the time.

7) If I was a dude, and a football player...I would want to be a free safety. You're still on the team and you play a vital role in the plays, but you'd be like the spanish inquisition of the football team. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.

8) When I have a problem or issue I want to work out, and there's no one to talk to...sometimes I talk to myself. I mean I actually have drawn out conversations with myself in my head. I don't even pretend to speak as someone else. Nope, it's just me and me...chatting it up. If the previous 7 reasons haven't shown you why I see a therapist then I'm sure this reason did!

9) I collect cool cards that people have given me (Christmas, Birthday, Just because...etc.).

10) In real life, I'm not really very funny. I'm kinda sarcastic and mean and sharp. I suppose this blog is my subconcious way of making amends for being a generally bitchy human being.

And the award goes to:

Sabrae at It's just the everyday humdrum that life makes it to be, Mr. Anderson at Life on the Crawl, Nerick at Nerick's Blog, Skyler's Dad at Somedays it's not worth chewing on the leather straps, Heinous at Irregularly Periodic Ruminations, Matt from A View from 5280ft, and Trooper Thorn from Dogs and Jeans.

Whew! Now get crackin people! And spill all that blackmail fodder!

Post Chrismassy bloginess PTII

One of the funnier Christmas Presents I got this year was from my buddy NMos. He wrote me a poem and it's hilarious!

The "E" According to "N"

There once was a beauty named E

Who was the only girl out of three

She can fire a big gun,

If she's mad you betta run,

Cause its hard to stop this busy lil bee.

She was born in the beautiful Philippines

But was transplanted to Seattle it seems.

She's very down to earth

Has been cute since birth

And is comfy in just tshirt and jeans.

She smells as good as she looks.

And likes to read Sandra Brown books.

She loves to shop at Sephora,

I think you would adore her,

For she even bakes and she cooks.

In her free time she writes up blogs,

And also loves Yorkshire Terrier dogs.

Her two lil bros,

Are Robs and Joe,

And only on her home treadmill she jogs.

Her Choco-Kahlua cake is the best,

Truly better than all the rest.

If you joke 'bout her food,

She'd think that'd be rude,

And would probably say, "Surely you jest"

She sports a sexy tattoo,

And jokes about all things taboo.

She can take out many drinks,

In just a couple winks,

And you'd better believe it's all true.

You'll catch her watching football on the tube,

She'll even discuss it like she's a dude.

She'll place her loot,

On the QB that's cute,

Team spirit is what she'll exude.

She can talk about any electronic device,

From cellphones to optical mice.

Not the typical girlee

And immediately you'll agree,

You've never seen a techy look this nice

It is best that one should mention

That particular topics may create some tension.

I admit that the E

Is somewhat a mystery

But thru it all she still has my attention.

Other than that, my most favorite things I got this year:

1) Football Jerseys

2) 750GB Hardrive (to store all my pirated movies, songs, and ebooks of course)

3) A star named after me! Ok well this wasn't really a gift this year but two years ago my best buddy Bob had a star named after me and it's still one of the coolest things I've ever gotten from anyone...unless of course you count "life" for which I will always thank my mother all her 23 hours of labor for.... You can find it at Aries RA 2h 52m 37s D 26 51'. If you're smart enough to look that up and find out what it's called, then I guess you deserve to know my real first name. Bob has since passed away (very very very recently) but I am reminded of him everytime I see that framed certificate hanging on my wall. I don't mean to be mushy here but I really do hope that he's up in heaven, residing on my star...looking out for me.

Bob, Me, and our friend Jay.

R.I.P. Robert Day III, December 3rd, 2008

P.S. Sorry if I brought anyone down, but I figured if I snuck it in at the end, no one would really notice.

Post Chrismassy bloginess PTI

No, I'm not dead. I've just been sick (yes, during Christmas...it sucked BALLS) so I haven't really been posting or reading people's blogs and I've got such a backlog of unread blogs that I doubt Ill get thru them all anytime soon so bear with me.

Anyway, here are some pics. Because I have nothing else to post. Unless you guys would like to hear about my 19 hours straight of sleep...or the color of the phlegm I hacked up constantly the last 3 days...or the chunk vs. fluid ratio of my stomach contents as they came up to say hi to me the second time around.

Or we can just go on with the pictures...

This year's snowman! Yes, I did manage to bundle myself up, haul my rear outside and help the parents and the littlest bro-han make a snowman. Which, now that I think about it, was the last day I was well so the 6 hours outside probably got me sick. No, it wasn't as big as it was last year but to our defense we were lacking an engineering degree and sheer tenacity without the premier bro-han around. Plus, none of us are over 5'5 and wouldn't have been able to make a 7ft snowman anyway.

Packing snow for the base. And yes, I know it looks like my mother is hard at work with the snow shovel, but don't let her fool you. She was really just throwing snow around so she can make herself a chair to sit on.

The littlest bro-han rolling and rolling and rolling and rolling that damn ball around.

My dad "helping" me by shovelling up snow and flinging it in my general direction. Without checking to see if my mouth was open. *blech*

The snowman WAS smiling...untill part of his mouth broke off. Now he looks unsure. Probably because he's naked in a scarf and hat.

Mom and I dressing the snowman. And by "dressing" I mean shoving stone buttons into his skin and stapling a belt to his mid section.

Finished product (see the hair under the hat?? yeah, we're just so damn creative like that)...and yes, I really am that cheek-pinchingly cute! ;)

My mom (just turned 50...she won't mind that I told you) who is also cheek-pinchingly cute. I had to get it from someone right?

With the bro-han...after he finished chucking snowballs at the kids over the fence next door.

And the next day, our hard work covered up by another 6 inches of snow :(

Lastly, I want to thank all of you for the gifts and cards and emails and happy thoughts you sent my way! I hope you guys had a great Christmas!

I'm a Guest Poster!!!

at Sabrae's blog today. So go check me out!

Another reason why Football is fantabulous!

I mean seriously? The official probably made a better tackle than the whole Lions defensive line all season! I would flag him myself if I wasn't laughing so much!