One of the reasons I wanted to buy a house was 'cause I had this rationale that I didn't want to have a kid down the road and deal with neighbors above, below, and on either side of me making a ton of noise keeping my kid up. I didn't want to climb up stairs, or deal with crappy parking, and random retardedness that comes with renting.
Well...most of that was right. Except the noisy neighbor part. Thanks to the wonderfully overpriced world of Orange County, we got a condo...aka townhouse...thankfully we're an end unit so its just one shared wall....
Which you'd think wouldn't be so bad...
If I wasnt' next door to a dude who looks like a pedophile. I'm sure one day this will bite me in the ass and he'll stumble across this blog, but something tells me those odds are remote. Especially since he never remembers my name anyway.
He's super creepy. With a southern drawl. He's got this crazy loud motorcycle, a huge ass SUV, and like 10 toilets in his garage.
He's got a frickin' jungle in his little backyard...which wouldn't be so bad if mine wasn't connected with just a wall separating us...he's got one tree that's pretty much growing into MY backyard, and i'd hack it down if I had a ladder and a saw...and i refuse to buy a ladder and a saw just to deal with it based on principle...
He also smacked into Kraig's car, and didn't say anything until our other neighbors told him they saw that he's the one who backed into him. So now things are especially awkward (exchanging hundreds of dollars between neighbors always creates awkwardness)...
But all of that STILL wouldn't be so bad...if he just didn't work such dumbass hours so that he can stay up ALL night listening to his really, REALLY bad jazz/rock music. And what with one shared wall, needless to say, this irritates the crap out of me.
Right now, I have my tv on super loud to countereffect HIS loud tv. Sometimes he falls asleep with a DVD on loop...you know on a DVD how the main menu is like 20 seconds long and then loops around? Yeah...that's what I gotta hear when I try to go to sleep. Actually I think right now he's listening to music. I don't know. It's loud, annoying, and I don't see how I have a half million dollar house but STILL have to be subjected to thin walls and the sound of my neighbor picking up his phone.
Now...you'd think I could knock on his door and tell him to shut the eff up right? Wrong. Because he's got a middle unit, there's no actual front door. You either get in through the garage or through the back gate, but he keeps it locked. One time I tried to throw little rocks at his window to get him to look out, but that didn't help (plus I got scared that I would break a window or something).
Anyway, that's my bitching.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Life is as interesting as a piece of lard
Okay so I haven't written jack. I've tried to think about stuff to bitch and gripe about, or comment on (come ON...I Love New York should be enough right?), but the sheer act of thinking and writing at the same time makes me tired.
In other words...my life pretty much revolves around going to work, running one errand after work (today's errand: going to target to pick up birthday decor to decorate an unsuspecting coworker's cube), then going home and sitting my ass down in front of the tv.
What's even MORE sad is that I bittorrented a bunch of south park episodes (which i can watch over and over till the cows come home) so I can watch them on my cell phone while working out, but somehow that's not even enough to drag my ass off the couch to go to the gym and...watch more tv.
Sad. Very sad.
I don't even LIKE Mythbusters but I'm too lazy to get off the couch to NOT watch. (Can you really split a boat in half if you drive super fast and smash into a pole? Apparently you gotta turn it last minute. And if you have a truck full of birds, and the birds start to fly, does that make the truck lighter?)
Sad. Very sad.
In other random boring news, I took Friday off work 'cause I gotta get fingerprinted for my US citizenship. GOod times. I also have my botox appointment, which at this point I'm thinking about putting the money towards something educational...since my ass sits in front of the tv anyway, maybe my MIND should be getting pumped, not my face.
In case anyone cares, in preliminary tests, the truck with birds doesn't change weight when the birds fly.
In other words...my life pretty much revolves around going to work, running one errand after work (today's errand: going to target to pick up birthday decor to decorate an unsuspecting coworker's cube), then going home and sitting my ass down in front of the tv.
What's even MORE sad is that I bittorrented a bunch of south park episodes (which i can watch over and over till the cows come home) so I can watch them on my cell phone while working out, but somehow that's not even enough to drag my ass off the couch to go to the gym and...watch more tv.
Sad. Very sad.
I don't even LIKE Mythbusters but I'm too lazy to get off the couch to NOT watch. (Can you really split a boat in half if you drive super fast and smash into a pole? Apparently you gotta turn it last minute. And if you have a truck full of birds, and the birds start to fly, does that make the truck lighter?)
Sad. Very sad.
In other random boring news, I took Friday off work 'cause I gotta get fingerprinted for my US citizenship. GOod times. I also have my botox appointment, which at this point I'm thinking about putting the money towards something educational...since my ass sits in front of the tv anyway, maybe my MIND should be getting pumped, not my face.
In case anyone cares, in preliminary tests, the truck with birds doesn't change weight when the birds fly.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Grandma's boy...
Watching Grandma's Boy right now...
Pretty funny so far, and even though there's no WAY a hot chick would come in all dressed up to work at a video game company...but at least the main guy has the same laptop that Kraig's company gave him, so that's relatively accurate (pfft and they didn't give him a mac...enough of seeing those things in movies! Sorry Marlene, but you're the only person I know with a mac laptop)...
If the scene of the dude lifting up the couch to vacuum (and all the dead cats) doesn't make you laugh out loud, something is so very VERY wrong with you.
Pretty funny so far, and even though there's no WAY a hot chick would come in all dressed up to work at a video game company...but at least the main guy has the same laptop that Kraig's company gave him, so that's relatively accurate (pfft and they didn't give him a mac...enough of seeing those things in movies! Sorry Marlene, but you're the only person I know with a mac laptop)...
If the scene of the dude lifting up the couch to vacuum (and all the dead cats) doesn't make you laugh out loud, something is so very VERY wrong with you.
Indians of the world...UNITE!
Okay so I'm only half-Indian...but I totally support my peeps!
By Bill Keveney, USA TODAY
It's not just Apu anymore.
After years of relative anonymity, performers of Indian heritage are establishing a small but growing presence in TV and film, breaking stereotypes along the way. From Sanjaya Malakar of American Idol to actors on some of TV's most popular shows, U.S. viewers are seeing a broader range of performers who trace their roots to the world's second most populous country.
"Things are opening up — very slowly, but it's definitely happening," says Sendhil Ramamurthy, who plays genetics professor Mohinder Suresh on NBC's Heroes, TV's biggest freshman hit.
Navi Rawat, a native Californian of Indian and German heritage, encountered a first when seeking the role of mathematician Amita Ramanujan on CBS' Numb3rs. "It was the first time I was cast in a role specifically written as someone who was Indian," she says.
Woo hoo...i'm sorta like that...a native Canadian living in California of Indian and Austrian heritage...POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
Other actors of at least partial Indian descent on network TV include Naveen Andrews, ABC's Lost; Parminder Nagra, NBC's ER; Mindy Kaling, NBC's The Office; Ravi Kapoor, NBC's Crossing Jordan; and Aasif Mandvi, CBS' Jericho. Kal Penn, who stars in the film The Namesake, appeared this season on 24 and is in an ABC pilot, The Call.
Rawat says it's good for audiences to see that actors who share the same heritage can represent a range of birthplaces, backgrounds and appearances: "They don't fit one stereotype."
For decades, people of South Asian descent rarely were series regulars. (Kavi Raz held that status in the 1980s on St. Elsewhere, and Apu is a long-running animated character on The Simpsons.) In 2002, CBS' Presidio Med, a medical drama set in San Francisco, premiered with no doctors of Asian heritage.
That many of the characters have a medical or scientific background shows TV is starting to reflect a reality in which many doctors are of South Asian heritage (not to mention medical correspondents, such as CNN's Sanjay Gupta), says Karen Narasaki of the Asian American Justice Center, a civil rights organization that has studied diversity on TV.
Oddly, acting opportunities grew in the aftermath of 9/11 as films and TV cast actors of Indian heritage as Middle Eastern characters, says Ramamurthy, a Chicago native who speaks in Indian-accented English on Heroes.
Narasaki wants to see Asian-Americans getting to play all roles, such as Penn's stereotype-defying stoner in Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle, and not just those that fit a newer stereotype, such as "the model minority." TV also needs more diversity on its writing staffs, she says.
Kaling, also a writer on The Office, called on her knowledge to write "Diwali," an episode that featured the Hindu festival of lights. Says Mala Chakravorty of the online Indian-American magazine NRIPulse.com: "It brought about this sense of cultural sensitivity and acceptance."
By Bill Keveney, USA TODAY
It's not just Apu anymore.
After years of relative anonymity, performers of Indian heritage are establishing a small but growing presence in TV and film, breaking stereotypes along the way. From Sanjaya Malakar of American Idol to actors on some of TV's most popular shows, U.S. viewers are seeing a broader range of performers who trace their roots to the world's second most populous country.
"Things are opening up — very slowly, but it's definitely happening," says Sendhil Ramamurthy, who plays genetics professor Mohinder Suresh on NBC's Heroes, TV's biggest freshman hit.
Navi Rawat, a native Californian of Indian and German heritage, encountered a first when seeking the role of mathematician Amita Ramanujan on CBS' Numb3rs. "It was the first time I was cast in a role specifically written as someone who was Indian," she says.
Woo hoo...i'm sorta like that...a native Canadian living in California of Indian and Austrian heritage...POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
Other actors of at least partial Indian descent on network TV include Naveen Andrews, ABC's Lost; Parminder Nagra, NBC's ER; Mindy Kaling, NBC's The Office; Ravi Kapoor, NBC's Crossing Jordan; and Aasif Mandvi, CBS' Jericho. Kal Penn, who stars in the film The Namesake, appeared this season on 24 and is in an ABC pilot, The Call.
Rawat says it's good for audiences to see that actors who share the same heritage can represent a range of birthplaces, backgrounds and appearances: "They don't fit one stereotype."
For decades, people of South Asian descent rarely were series regulars. (Kavi Raz held that status in the 1980s on St. Elsewhere, and Apu is a long-running animated character on The Simpsons.) In 2002, CBS' Presidio Med, a medical drama set in San Francisco, premiered with no doctors of Asian heritage.
That many of the characters have a medical or scientific background shows TV is starting to reflect a reality in which many doctors are of South Asian heritage (not to mention medical correspondents, such as CNN's Sanjay Gupta), says Karen Narasaki of the Asian American Justice Center, a civil rights organization that has studied diversity on TV.
Oddly, acting opportunities grew in the aftermath of 9/11 as films and TV cast actors of Indian heritage as Middle Eastern characters, says Ramamurthy, a Chicago native who speaks in Indian-accented English on Heroes.
Narasaki wants to see Asian-Americans getting to play all roles, such as Penn's stereotype-defying stoner in Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle, and not just those that fit a newer stereotype, such as "the model minority." TV also needs more diversity on its writing staffs, she says.
Kaling, also a writer on The Office, called on her knowledge to write "Diwali," an episode that featured the Hindu festival of lights. Says Mala Chakravorty of the online Indian-American magazine NRIPulse.com: "It brought about this sense of cultural sensitivity and acceptance."
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Letter to the Editor...
I haven't had a hamburger since 6th grade camp. I only ate it because that's all we had for lunch n' I was hungry. I have no problem with other people eating burgers, but I guess I just don't care for the texture or taste of ground beef. I never really ate steak that much either, but in the past few years I have grown to love a good steak. I mostly eat chicken.
Hmmm, what about ground turkey or ground chicken burgers?
Anna: good lord you SO didn't offend me! And I've seen cows being slaughtered too...in the grand scheme, that's life (I'm certainly not down with letting cows randomly roam free...as far as i'm concerned, a cow is sorta domesticated)...it was more like: it was effing CREEPY as hell to see something so cute get shot in the head, no matter how quick and painless it is...plus, i DID use to work at McD's, and I know how nasty in general it is to eat anything there (including the ketchup...shudder...ALWAYS ask for the packets!!)
Remember, I"m the girl who thinks chicken meat comes off the chicken tree...raw meat creeps me out, especially when I've seen it ALIVE beforehand.
Which is why I had a chicken pita today for lunch with Carrie...if I don't see it raw, then it's just another vegetable as far as i'm concerned.
NORM: heck yeah In N Out rocks!! I'll probably crave it once I get that image of the cow shlopping off the conveyer belt out of my head.
Hmmm, what about ground turkey or ground chicken burgers?
Anna: good lord you SO didn't offend me! And I've seen cows being slaughtered too...in the grand scheme, that's life (I'm certainly not down with letting cows randomly roam free...as far as i'm concerned, a cow is sorta domesticated)...it was more like: it was effing CREEPY as hell to see something so cute get shot in the head, no matter how quick and painless it is...plus, i DID use to work at McD's, and I know how nasty in general it is to eat anything there (including the ketchup...shudder...ALWAYS ask for the packets!!)
Remember, I"m the girl who thinks chicken meat comes off the chicken tree...raw meat creeps me out, especially when I've seen it ALIVE beforehand.
Which is why I had a chicken pita today for lunch with Carrie...if I don't see it raw, then it's just another vegetable as far as i'm concerned.
NORM: heck yeah In N Out rocks!! I'll probably crave it once I get that image of the cow shlopping off the conveyer belt out of my head.
Enough with Don Imus already!
You know what I don't get? WHy every radio station and tv show are saying "hey, what's the big deal with Imus, he's been doing this for years"...well if it's not a big deal, why the eff are you still discussing it?!!
The only reason I know who Imus is is 'cause of Howard Stern, and since I love Howard I pretty much was biased as soon as I heard the story. I mean, come ON...who does this old creepy guy think he is calling some chicks "nappy headed hos"?
Well...then I actually HEARD the clip from his show...what the BLEEP is everyone freaking out about? Okay, granted, I'm not black. I'll give you that. And I'm also not from the east coast, which is his target audience. I live in Southern California where even the whitest kids think they're gangsta...must I remind people about BuckWild from Flavor of Love season 2? She's from Rancho Cucamonga for God's sakes.
Thing is...it's not like he just started a rant. He was chatting about women's basketball, about how scary these chicks looked (and dont' tell me that a team of somewhat professional women's basketball players wouldn't creep you out, they're tall and muscular and jock-ish), and he's talking about how the other teams were like "dang, these girls are scary looking!" and he called them a bunch of "nappy headed hos"...not in a BAD way, but just in a "these girls are tough, I wouldn't mess with them either! They look rough!"...
Was it the smartest thing to say? Obviously not. But to his defense, he's one of the first radio "shock jocks", he didn't get where he's at because he's held back...you can't have your shock jocks showing restraint whenever you see fit. Suddenly NOW you want to fire the guy?
Plus it's not like the dude's got a written script. News flash: radio jockeys ad lib. For HOURS. You can't take alot of time to THINK when you're ad libbing your content. If he'd said "damn, those ugly ass whores should be shot", that's one thing. But to say "damn, those chicks are scarrryyyy!" is another. And okay, for him to call them "hos"...well, wtf...if he were black, would he still be under fire? I get that only black people can call each other the N-word (Alanna, you're still my niglet though! booyah!), but "Ho" is for Whore, and that goes across all races...
As for the "nappy" comment, do a search in google...Take a look at some things that come up...
Nappy Hair Affair
But A Nappy Hair Affair (ANHA) is about so much more than hair. It is about reclaiming and respecting our culture. We have been conditioned to hate one of our most unique characteristics-our hair in its most natural state. We have been conditioned to accept European standards of beauty and to reject our own. ANHA exists to cause a shift in such negative mindsets and promote a positive image of people of African descent. We do it through support, affirmation and education.
So wouldn't that imply that it can also be a GOOD thing to be nappy haired?
Nappturality
Napptural hair is the type labeled "bad", nappy hair that needs to be "fixed."
This perception needs to change. We need to stop being afraid of our hair. We need to learn about our natural hair. We need to see natural hair worn on women who have embraced it. And the only way we can do that is to showcase our natural hair on its own merit without seeing it compared with other hairtypes.
See! Spread the word people! Nappy might be a GOOD thing!
Okay, okay, I get it...you think I'm stretching. And I kinda am. But really...point is...it's not THAT bad...it wasn't meant to be malicious, he was chatting about sports, if they had been big tall WHITE chicks he would have made an equally rude comment (and really, I'm not afraid to say how female athletes can be frickin' scary)...but people, he APOLOGIZED...cut him some slack and let's move on. There's a pretty big difference between what Imus said vs. Michael Richards.
On another note, I'm finally trying to catch up on Lost...at least now I know what happened to John Locke and why he ended up in a wheelchair...I bet in 50 years if they ever watch reruns they'd say "wow, things would be so different if that happened now 'cause he could get some stem cells and fix his spine..."....kinda like how we watch movies now and think how things would be SO different if the victim could just dial *69.
The only reason I know who Imus is is 'cause of Howard Stern, and since I love Howard I pretty much was biased as soon as I heard the story. I mean, come ON...who does this old creepy guy think he is calling some chicks "nappy headed hos"?
Well...then I actually HEARD the clip from his show...what the BLEEP is everyone freaking out about? Okay, granted, I'm not black. I'll give you that. And I'm also not from the east coast, which is his target audience. I live in Southern California where even the whitest kids think they're gangsta...must I remind people about BuckWild from Flavor of Love season 2? She's from Rancho Cucamonga for God's sakes.
Thing is...it's not like he just started a rant. He was chatting about women's basketball, about how scary these chicks looked (and dont' tell me that a team of somewhat professional women's basketball players wouldn't creep you out, they're tall and muscular and jock-ish), and he's talking about how the other teams were like "dang, these girls are scary looking!" and he called them a bunch of "nappy headed hos"...not in a BAD way, but just in a "these girls are tough, I wouldn't mess with them either! They look rough!"...
Was it the smartest thing to say? Obviously not. But to his defense, he's one of the first radio "shock jocks", he didn't get where he's at because he's held back...you can't have your shock jocks showing restraint whenever you see fit. Suddenly NOW you want to fire the guy?
Plus it's not like the dude's got a written script. News flash: radio jockeys ad lib. For HOURS. You can't take alot of time to THINK when you're ad libbing your content. If he'd said "damn, those ugly ass whores should be shot", that's one thing. But to say "damn, those chicks are scarrryyyy!" is another. And okay, for him to call them "hos"...well, wtf...if he were black, would he still be under fire? I get that only black people can call each other the N-word (Alanna, you're still my niglet though! booyah!), but "Ho" is for Whore, and that goes across all races...
As for the "nappy" comment, do a search in google...Take a look at some things that come up...
Nappy Hair Affair
But A Nappy Hair Affair (ANHA) is about so much more than hair. It is about reclaiming and respecting our culture. We have been conditioned to hate one of our most unique characteristics-our hair in its most natural state. We have been conditioned to accept European standards of beauty and to reject our own. ANHA exists to cause a shift in such negative mindsets and promote a positive image of people of African descent. We do it through support, affirmation and education.
So wouldn't that imply that it can also be a GOOD thing to be nappy haired?
Nappturality
Napptural hair is the type labeled "bad", nappy hair that needs to be "fixed."
This perception needs to change. We need to stop being afraid of our hair. We need to learn about our natural hair. We need to see natural hair worn on women who have embraced it. And the only way we can do that is to showcase our natural hair on its own merit without seeing it compared with other hairtypes.
See! Spread the word people! Nappy might be a GOOD thing!
Okay, okay, I get it...you think I'm stretching. And I kinda am. But really...point is...it's not THAT bad...it wasn't meant to be malicious, he was chatting about sports, if they had been big tall WHITE chicks he would have made an equally rude comment (and really, I'm not afraid to say how female athletes can be frickin' scary)...but people, he APOLOGIZED...cut him some slack and let's move on. There's a pretty big difference between what Imus said vs. Michael Richards.
On another note, I'm finally trying to catch up on Lost...at least now I know what happened to John Locke and why he ended up in a wheelchair...I bet in 50 years if they ever watch reruns they'd say "wow, things would be so different if that happened now 'cause he could get some stem cells and fix his spine..."....kinda like how we watch movies now and think how things would be SO different if the victim could just dial *69.
Movie Review: 16 Blocks
So thanks to the joys of 1 week free HBO, I recorded a bunch of movies (i.e. be prepared for more bad movie reviews).
16 Blocks
16 Blocks stars Bruce Willis as a tired, overworked police officer who clearly hates his job, his life, but loooves his liquor. He's ready to go home but then finds out he's gotta take a dude (played by Mos Def) to the courthouse so he can testify.
Things go crazy sour when it turns out that Mos Def is gonna testify against some big wig police officer dude, and everyone is out to get him. For some reason, Bruce Willis decides that even though he hates life, he wants his liquor, he's got a limp, and he sweats like a pig...he's gotta get Mos Def to that courthouse, 16 blocks away, with all of the NYPD chasing after them.
This was a pretty entertaining movie, I definitely recommend it. My main beef is that Mos Def's voice or accent or whatever he's got going on with his mouth is irritating beyond belief. Buddy doesn't shut the eff up at ALL during the movie and you can't understand half of what he's saying other than random babbling about how he wants to make cakes.
Ummm...and that's my review, since I don't want to give away anything else.
16 Blocks
16 Blocks stars Bruce Willis as a tired, overworked police officer who clearly hates his job, his life, but loooves his liquor. He's ready to go home but then finds out he's gotta take a dude (played by Mos Def) to the courthouse so he can testify.
Things go crazy sour when it turns out that Mos Def is gonna testify against some big wig police officer dude, and everyone is out to get him. For some reason, Bruce Willis decides that even though he hates life, he wants his liquor, he's got a limp, and he sweats like a pig...he's gotta get Mos Def to that courthouse, 16 blocks away, with all of the NYPD chasing after them.
This was a pretty entertaining movie, I definitely recommend it. My main beef is that Mos Def's voice or accent or whatever he's got going on with his mouth is irritating beyond belief. Buddy doesn't shut the eff up at ALL during the movie and you can't understand half of what he's saying other than random babbling about how he wants to make cakes.
Ummm...and that's my review, since I don't want to give away anything else.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Effing nasty...going vegetarian...
Listen, it takes me ALOT to get grossed out. I love Nip/Tuck, horror movies, all that stuff.
The last time I got super creeped out was when I saw the footage of that Canadian figure skater who got whacked in the face by her partner's skate blade.
Anyway, I rented Fast Food Nation. I had read most of the book, but had to put it down after reading hte chapter about how the cows are killed...not that I'm all pro-animal rights or anything, but it's pretty horrific nonetheless.
That was a few years ago and I got over it fast enough to keep eating red meat (I can't give up my chicken! As far as I'm concerned, chicken meat comes from trees). Well...for some stupid reason I decided to watch the movie.
Wait, let me backtrack. I've SEEN cows slaughtered in real life. I've been to farms in Canada and seen cows get shot and then their necks slit. I've been to Pakistan where, after Ramadan, everyone's cows and camels had their throats slit and then my family would chop up the meat in the backyard courtyard area...At age 12, I sat with a cow's head on one side of me, and a pile of MOVING meat next to me (it was explained to me that electricity still goes through meat long after the animal is chopped up). I took my cousin's broken necklace and placed the beads in the cow's eye socket.
Seriously. It takes ALOT to gross or creep me out (exclusing spiders. Spiders FREAK ME OUT big time).
So I'm watching Fast Food Nation, not really paying attention 'cause I was catching up on my magazine reading...getting kind of annoyed with the illegal aliens in the movie (don't get me started on that...WHYYYY did i pay $70 to get biometrics done AGAIN?! My fingerprints didn't change mother effers...department of Homeland Security is EFFED UP), getting annoyed with the extra random footage that wasn't needed, kind of surprised that a low-budget movie would have people like Bruce Willis, Wilmer Valderamma, Greg Kinnear, Avril Lavigne, Patricia Arquette, Ethan Hawke, which is a pretty significant list, and being reminded of my days working at McDonald's.
Finally I get to the part where they show REAL footage from slaughterhouses.
Holy CRAP. I threw everything on the ground and curled up on the couch with my shirt covering my mouth yelling "ughghg!...aaachghghghg...ughghghhhhhh". Listen, cows are kinda cute. They have those big doe eyes, they're kinda stupid, they're funny-looking...so when you see one just standing there and then a gun against its head and it gets SHOT and then it jerking around and all the blood trailing out of it and then it strung up and all the blood just pouring out and the scenes where the intestines are slopped into a big bin...seriously vomit inducing.
I do believe...I'm done eating meat*.
* for at least a week anyway.
The whole industry really IS effed up. I'm anti-illegal immigration, however I don't think that gives the right for anyone to start abusing their power over those people. I'm not okay with food being that...artificial...while trying to act relatively healthy (I don't care what anyone tells me...the lettuce at McDonald's might as well be deep fried. NONE of their salads are healthy. Their WATER isn't healthy. Basically, only eat their if you're hours away from dying of starvation). And one thing that I remember from the book was that the success of places like McDonald's is that they hire teenagers on purpose, not because they're cheap but because they don't COMPLAIN...in hindsight, I was exposed to some seriously dangerous conditions and I was burnt SOOOO many times I would go to school comparing my war wounds with the other people who worked at McD's. You think an adult will tolerate that crap? I can buy whatever I want in order to ensure proper ergonomics at my work station so that i don't get back pain. BACK PAIN. Compared to burning yourself, that's pretty minor.
Argh I don't know what my point is. Just that I don't want to eat a burger for awhile. And that I think I need to adopt a baby cow.
The last time I got super creeped out was when I saw the footage of that Canadian figure skater who got whacked in the face by her partner's skate blade.
Anyway, I rented Fast Food Nation. I had read most of the book, but had to put it down after reading hte chapter about how the cows are killed...not that I'm all pro-animal rights or anything, but it's pretty horrific nonetheless.
That was a few years ago and I got over it fast enough to keep eating red meat (I can't give up my chicken! As far as I'm concerned, chicken meat comes from trees). Well...for some stupid reason I decided to watch the movie.
Wait, let me backtrack. I've SEEN cows slaughtered in real life. I've been to farms in Canada and seen cows get shot and then their necks slit. I've been to Pakistan where, after Ramadan, everyone's cows and camels had their throats slit and then my family would chop up the meat in the backyard courtyard area...At age 12, I sat with a cow's head on one side of me, and a pile of MOVING meat next to me (it was explained to me that electricity still goes through meat long after the animal is chopped up). I took my cousin's broken necklace and placed the beads in the cow's eye socket.
Seriously. It takes ALOT to gross or creep me out (exclusing spiders. Spiders FREAK ME OUT big time).
So I'm watching Fast Food Nation, not really paying attention 'cause I was catching up on my magazine reading...getting kind of annoyed with the illegal aliens in the movie (don't get me started on that...WHYYYY did i pay $70 to get biometrics done AGAIN?! My fingerprints didn't change mother effers...department of Homeland Security is EFFED UP), getting annoyed with the extra random footage that wasn't needed, kind of surprised that a low-budget movie would have people like Bruce Willis, Wilmer Valderamma, Greg Kinnear, Avril Lavigne, Patricia Arquette, Ethan Hawke, which is a pretty significant list, and being reminded of my days working at McDonald's.
Finally I get to the part where they show REAL footage from slaughterhouses.
Holy CRAP. I threw everything on the ground and curled up on the couch with my shirt covering my mouth yelling "ughghg!...aaachghghghg...ughghghhhhhh". Listen, cows are kinda cute. They have those big doe eyes, they're kinda stupid, they're funny-looking...so when you see one just standing there and then a gun against its head and it gets SHOT and then it jerking around and all the blood trailing out of it and then it strung up and all the blood just pouring out and the scenes where the intestines are slopped into a big bin...seriously vomit inducing.
I do believe...I'm done eating meat*.
* for at least a week anyway.
The whole industry really IS effed up. I'm anti-illegal immigration, however I don't think that gives the right for anyone to start abusing their power over those people. I'm not okay with food being that...artificial...while trying to act relatively healthy (I don't care what anyone tells me...the lettuce at McDonald's might as well be deep fried. NONE of their salads are healthy. Their WATER isn't healthy. Basically, only eat their if you're hours away from dying of starvation). And one thing that I remember from the book was that the success of places like McDonald's is that they hire teenagers on purpose, not because they're cheap but because they don't COMPLAIN...in hindsight, I was exposed to some seriously dangerous conditions and I was burnt SOOOO many times I would go to school comparing my war wounds with the other people who worked at McD's. You think an adult will tolerate that crap? I can buy whatever I want in order to ensure proper ergonomics at my work station so that i don't get back pain. BACK PAIN. Compared to burning yourself, that's pretty minor.
Argh I don't know what my point is. Just that I don't want to eat a burger for awhile. And that I think I need to adopt a baby cow.
Monday, April 02, 2007
I'm the whitest brown girl EVER.
Went to a crazy hip hop cardio class with Alanna and Janet tonight.
Now back in the day (and when I say "back in the day", that means 10 years ago when Stacey dragged me to 7am step aerobics classes at Ottawa U), I could totally keep up.
However, keeping up to like...Paula Abdul...is NOT the same as keeping up to remixed Ludacris and Justin Timberlake...I had all the dance moves of an 80 year old tone deaf senior citizen.
Moral of the story: I blow goats.
Time to watch Fast Food Nation. Stay tuned for the review. It'll be better than The Inside Man i'm sure (which can be summed up as...Clive Owen literally WAS inside...the entire time.)
Now back in the day (and when I say "back in the day", that means 10 years ago when Stacey dragged me to 7am step aerobics classes at Ottawa U), I could totally keep up.
However, keeping up to like...Paula Abdul...is NOT the same as keeping up to remixed Ludacris and Justin Timberlake...I had all the dance moves of an 80 year old tone deaf senior citizen.
Moral of the story: I blow goats.
Time to watch Fast Food Nation. Stay tuned for the review. It'll be better than The Inside Man i'm sure (which can be summed up as...Clive Owen literally WAS inside...the entire time.)
Friday, March 30, 2007
Rena kicks ass...
Props to the birthday girl...check out her pics of cakes she's made...she needs her own tv show! These cakes look gorgeous!
Movie Review: THE DEPARTED
Movie Review: The Departed
Yeah yeah I know, everyone's seen this movie except me. Suck it. I'm anti-movie theater so I gotta wait till stuff comes out on DVD.
For reference sake, "the departed" is a fancy shmancy term for "the dead guy".
The movie takes place in Boston, noted by the crazy accents. Key players:
Jack Nicholson: local meanie "ohh i'll have you shaking in your booties" mob boss. Don't mess with this mofo. Likes his cocaine big time.
Matt Damon: as a kid, Jack Nicholson took him under his wing. He goes to police academy and ends up working for the state as some big wig, all the while secretly maintaining his ties to Jack.
Martin Sheen and Marky Mark: heads of the undercover cop department. Only they know who's undercover...the rest of the police force (including Matt Damon) have no idea who in the bad guy world is actually a real cop.
Leonardo Decaprio: dude who also graduates from police academy, but when he applies to the police force Martin Sheen and Marky Mark flip out on him that his entire family is full of criminals and theythink he's fake. SO...they offer to let him be an undercover cop.
And so begins over a year of hell for Leo, 'cause he's a legit cop working for Jack Nicholson acting like a bad guy, while Matt Damon gets praise and promotions when really he's a bad guy acting like a cop.
Alot fo suspense...alotta gun shooting...alotta swearing...oh somewhere in there Matt Damon's girlfriend, who's a cop psychiatrist, befriends Leo on the side...which is a killer for her since Matt's got one of those male issues where he can't get it up and she's jonesin' for some good nookie.
It's a fabulous movie...worth all the accolades given to it. There was ONE movie mistake: a scene where Jack Nicholson is freaking out about the rat on his team, one moment Leo has nothing next minute he's got a cigarette in his mouth. I have to admit, some endings are predictable but in this case, I was like...WTF! I kind of get the impression that they ran out of ideas on how to wrap everything up so they just winged the most violent outcome.
Hey, worked for me. I give this movie 9 out of 10 stars.
Yeah yeah I know, everyone's seen this movie except me. Suck it. I'm anti-movie theater so I gotta wait till stuff comes out on DVD.
For reference sake, "the departed" is a fancy shmancy term for "the dead guy".
The movie takes place in Boston, noted by the crazy accents. Key players:
Jack Nicholson: local meanie "ohh i'll have you shaking in your booties" mob boss. Don't mess with this mofo. Likes his cocaine big time.
Matt Damon: as a kid, Jack Nicholson took him under his wing. He goes to police academy and ends up working for the state as some big wig, all the while secretly maintaining his ties to Jack.
Martin Sheen and Marky Mark: heads of the undercover cop department. Only they know who's undercover...the rest of the police force (including Matt Damon) have no idea who in the bad guy world is actually a real cop.
Leonardo Decaprio: dude who also graduates from police academy, but when he applies to the police force Martin Sheen and Marky Mark flip out on him that his entire family is full of criminals and theythink he's fake. SO...they offer to let him be an undercover cop.
And so begins over a year of hell for Leo, 'cause he's a legit cop working for Jack Nicholson acting like a bad guy, while Matt Damon gets praise and promotions when really he's a bad guy acting like a cop.
Alot fo suspense...alotta gun shooting...alotta swearing...oh somewhere in there Matt Damon's girlfriend, who's a cop psychiatrist, befriends Leo on the side...which is a killer for her since Matt's got one of those male issues where he can't get it up and she's jonesin' for some good nookie.
It's a fabulous movie...worth all the accolades given to it. There was ONE movie mistake: a scene where Jack Nicholson is freaking out about the rat on his team, one moment Leo has nothing next minute he's got a cigarette in his mouth. I have to admit, some endings are predictable but in this case, I was like...WTF! I kind of get the impression that they ran out of ideas on how to wrap everything up so they just winged the most violent outcome.
Hey, worked for me. I give this movie 9 out of 10 stars.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Movie Review: The Devil's Rejects
Movie Review: THE DEVIL'S REJECTS
Disclaimer: Ihaven't seen the prequel, House of a Thousand Corpses.
Devil's Rejects =
Natural Born Killers +
Dazed and Confused +
Pulp Fiction -
any good looking people in the above movies.
Will this movie win an Oscar? Nope.
Was it highly entertaining, effed up ((bleep))? Absolutely. I give it 8.5 out of 10 in terms of entertainment value.
And...that's pretty much the only way I can sum up this movie.
Disclaimer: Ihaven't seen the prequel, House of a Thousand Corpses.
Devil's Rejects =
Natural Born Killers +
Dazed and Confused +
Pulp Fiction -
any good looking people in the above movies.
Will this movie win an Oscar? Nope.
Was it highly entertaining, effed up ((bleep))? Absolutely. I give it 8.5 out of 10 in terms of entertainment value.
And...that's pretty much the only way I can sum up this movie.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Movie Review: Without a Paddle
Movie Review: Without a Paddle
Without a Paddle features 3 actors that I kinda dig in random comedies...Dax Sheppard (of PUnk'd fame), Matthew Lilliard (sp) (from Hackers) and Seth Green (hello...can you say Austin Powers??)...so I actuallyhad pretty high hopes for this comedy.
WELL...let me tell you...formulaic doesn't even begin to explain the half of it.
The 3 guys were childhood buddies and are forced to reunite upon the death of their 4th childhood buddy. They find their old treehouse and decide as a group they're going to find some Random Old Dude's Lost Treasure...jobs and girlfriends and real life be damned.
Let's see...Seth Green plays the piddly nerdy guy...BAD choice of roles. He's better off being the snot-faced brat we've seen him as. Matthew Lilliard plays this responsible wall-street type...wtf is that about?! Did the casting director not SEE Hackers or Scoopy Do? This guy is best at playing oddball freaks. And Dax playing the screwup of the bunch is just depressing.
So of COURSE Seth Green thinks it's a bad idea and complains the entire time. And of COURSE their journey into nature goes downhill...apparently when this movie was made (2004?), cell phones were very rare because only one of the three guys had one. Which...NATURALLY...gets consumed by a bear.
Hijinx ensue, including being chased by some pot growers with guns, meeting gorgeous tree hugging hippies, and getting saved by some wilderness dude played by Burt Reynolds.
I can't tell you exactly how it ends because at this point my netflix rental totally got jacked up in the DVD so I had to return it. Needless to say, the moral of the movie was that the "treasure" isn't money...it's about appreciate life, this moment, and making it last.
Whatever. Try telling a homeless person to choose between a meaningful life or money and i'm sure they'll pick the latter. Heck, I would.
Without a Paddle features 3 actors that I kinda dig in random comedies...Dax Sheppard (of PUnk'd fame), Matthew Lilliard (sp) (from Hackers) and Seth Green (hello...can you say Austin Powers??)...so I actuallyhad pretty high hopes for this comedy.
WELL...let me tell you...formulaic doesn't even begin to explain the half of it.
The 3 guys were childhood buddies and are forced to reunite upon the death of their 4th childhood buddy. They find their old treehouse and decide as a group they're going to find some Random Old Dude's Lost Treasure...jobs and girlfriends and real life be damned.
Let's see...Seth Green plays the piddly nerdy guy...BAD choice of roles. He's better off being the snot-faced brat we've seen him as. Matthew Lilliard plays this responsible wall-street type...wtf is that about?! Did the casting director not SEE Hackers or Scoopy Do? This guy is best at playing oddball freaks. And Dax playing the screwup of the bunch is just depressing.
So of COURSE Seth Green thinks it's a bad idea and complains the entire time. And of COURSE their journey into nature goes downhill...apparently when this movie was made (2004?), cell phones were very rare because only one of the three guys had one. Which...NATURALLY...gets consumed by a bear.
Hijinx ensue, including being chased by some pot growers with guns, meeting gorgeous tree hugging hippies, and getting saved by some wilderness dude played by Burt Reynolds.
I can't tell you exactly how it ends because at this point my netflix rental totally got jacked up in the DVD so I had to return it. Needless to say, the moral of the movie was that the "treasure" isn't money...it's about appreciate life, this moment, and making it last.
Whatever. Try telling a homeless person to choose between a meaningful life or money and i'm sure they'll pick the latter. Heck, I would.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Elementary school...
Oh thank the LORD that I've learned the art of dressing as well as plucking my eyebrows. And Bryan...you look SO MUCH better now! 8th grade memories should be burned.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Nastiness to the nth degree
Supersizing it: McDonald's tests bigger burger
Angus Third Pounder exceeding sales goals in California roll-out
Okay seriously people...SERIOUSLY! A third of a pound! Most of the time people want to LOSE a pound...not add a 3rd of it! Seriously..if you ate one for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you'd be a pound heavier! Granted some of it gets converted to energy, but take it from someone who's worked at McD's...you might as well consume a third of a pound of lard.
I mean, if you're THAT hungry...just order two burgers...
Angus Third Pounder exceeding sales goals in California roll-out
Okay seriously people...SERIOUSLY! A third of a pound! Most of the time people want to LOSE a pound...not add a 3rd of it! Seriously..if you ate one for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you'd be a pound heavier! Granted some of it gets converted to energy, but take it from someone who's worked at McD's...you might as well consume a third of a pound of lard.
I mean, if you're THAT hungry...just order two burgers...
Friday, March 23, 2007
Movie Review: The Descent
Movie Review: The Descent
I heard this movie was super scary so I was pretty psyched to see it. I haven't seen a terrifying movie since The Ring (although 28 Days kinda creepy me out...but just 'cause I would go to bed thinking "what if there WERE some sort of disease that made people like that?)...
But...I digress.
The Descent is a semi-low budget movie with no famous people in it. Which oftentimes is good, because then it feels a bit more "real" (as in, if Angelina Jolie were in it, I'd be fully aware that her fate isn't at risk).
The title of the movie has two different meanings...the obvious one is that 6 girls go off to explore underground caverns. The other relatively obvious meaning is the descent into madness.
So the general gist is that there's 6 girls who are adventurous "yeah girl power woo hoo" types and they get together for a weekend of girly adventure crap. One chick's husband and child died recently, and it's hinted early on that one of the other chicks (aka Asian Tough Girl) was having an affair (even if just emotional) with the Dead Husband.
The 6 girls are:
Asian Tough Girl
The Widow (our heroine for the movie with a brit accent)
Party Girl Friend (brit accent)
Plain Girl (american)
The Medical Intern (american, younger sis of Plain Girl)
The Irish Lesbian (I don't know if she's a lesbian, but she kinda looks it)
The girls all go underground, they're all oohing and ahhing, with Asian Tough GIrl leading the way. They go through this nook in the cavern, until the nook collapses. So they're trapped in the cavern, they've lost a bag of ropes, and then Asian Tough Girl admits they're not in a mapped out cave...it's one no one's ever gone through and she thought it would be great if they could explore it and then name it. They start FREAKING out.
Ohhh snap...does this hardhat make me look fat?
Along they go, deeper and deeper in this underground cavern with just flashlights and flares. The Widow keeps hearing little noises and thinks she sees a dude...but everyone thinks she's nuts.
The Lesbian at one points sees light and runs towards it (turns out, some rocks glow phosphorus), trips, falls in a hole, jacks up her leg to the point the bone has popped. Insert the convenience of having a Medical Intern to rig something up so they can keep moving.
At this point their flashlights are dying out, they're filthy, they're bitchy...and that's when the Movie Monsters appear.
Now I have to give this movie credit. Since it's supposed to take place where ther'es little/no light, they got pretty creative in showing the scenes. The flares make stuff look red, and when they introduce the Movie Monsters it's because one chick uses the night vision on the camcorder to see stuff, which has a greenish creepy glow to it.
As you can imagine, chaos and screaming ensues. Maybe I would have been more scared if I hadn't watched it at 1pm in the afternoon, with daylight pouring in through all my windows.
God, why is it always so chilly in here?!
Overall, the movie was decent. It was VERY entertaining, once you get past the boring crap of the girls drinking and catching up the night before their descent. I guess I just say "decent" because it didn't scare me per se, but other than that I'd give the movie an 8 out of 10. The ending wasn't what I expected, and I like that these girls' reactions to things are much more realistic than in other movies (as in, there's ALOT of freaking out. Which is how it should be.)
I'm having a not-so-fresh feeling right now...
The big downfall: the "behind the scenes" stuff. The way they show how they build the sets and all that was cool...but wtf do I really give a crap to hear from the Director and what everyone thought of him? And his vision? And his life at that moment? NO! When will moviemakers get that? Unles you're a celebrity director or producer (a la Lucas and Spielburg), shut yer piehole and show the stuff the actors went through and how you made the movie.
I heard this movie was super scary so I was pretty psyched to see it. I haven't seen a terrifying movie since The Ring (although 28 Days kinda creepy me out...but just 'cause I would go to bed thinking "what if there WERE some sort of disease that made people like that?)...
But...I digress.
The Descent is a semi-low budget movie with no famous people in it. Which oftentimes is good, because then it feels a bit more "real" (as in, if Angelina Jolie were in it, I'd be fully aware that her fate isn't at risk).
The title of the movie has two different meanings...the obvious one is that 6 girls go off to explore underground caverns. The other relatively obvious meaning is the descent into madness.
So the general gist is that there's 6 girls who are adventurous "yeah girl power woo hoo" types and they get together for a weekend of girly adventure crap. One chick's husband and child died recently, and it's hinted early on that one of the other chicks (aka Asian Tough Girl) was having an affair (even if just emotional) with the Dead Husband.
The 6 girls are:
Asian Tough Girl
The Widow (our heroine for the movie with a brit accent)
Party Girl Friend (brit accent)
Plain Girl (american)
The Medical Intern (american, younger sis of Plain Girl)
The Irish Lesbian (I don't know if she's a lesbian, but she kinda looks it)
The girls all go underground, they're all oohing and ahhing, with Asian Tough GIrl leading the way. They go through this nook in the cavern, until the nook collapses. So they're trapped in the cavern, they've lost a bag of ropes, and then Asian Tough Girl admits they're not in a mapped out cave...it's one no one's ever gone through and she thought it would be great if they could explore it and then name it. They start FREAKING out.
Ohhh snap...does this hardhat make me look fat?
Along they go, deeper and deeper in this underground cavern with just flashlights and flares. The Widow keeps hearing little noises and thinks she sees a dude...but everyone thinks she's nuts.
The Lesbian at one points sees light and runs towards it (turns out, some rocks glow phosphorus), trips, falls in a hole, jacks up her leg to the point the bone has popped. Insert the convenience of having a Medical Intern to rig something up so they can keep moving.
At this point their flashlights are dying out, they're filthy, they're bitchy...and that's when the Movie Monsters appear.
Now I have to give this movie credit. Since it's supposed to take place where ther'es little/no light, they got pretty creative in showing the scenes. The flares make stuff look red, and when they introduce the Movie Monsters it's because one chick uses the night vision on the camcorder to see stuff, which has a greenish creepy glow to it.
As you can imagine, chaos and screaming ensues. Maybe I would have been more scared if I hadn't watched it at 1pm in the afternoon, with daylight pouring in through all my windows.
God, why is it always so chilly in here?!
Overall, the movie was decent. It was VERY entertaining, once you get past the boring crap of the girls drinking and catching up the night before their descent. I guess I just say "decent" because it didn't scare me per se, but other than that I'd give the movie an 8 out of 10. The ending wasn't what I expected, and I like that these girls' reactions to things are much more realistic than in other movies (as in, there's ALOT of freaking out. Which is how it should be.)
I'm having a not-so-fresh feeling right now...
The big downfall: the "behind the scenes" stuff. The way they show how they build the sets and all that was cool...but wtf do I really give a crap to hear from the Director and what everyone thought of him? And his vision? And his life at that moment? NO! When will moviemakers get that? Unles you're a celebrity director or producer (a la Lucas and Spielburg), shut yer piehole and show the stuff the actors went through and how you made the movie.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Book review
Book Review: My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
Since I was bed-bound all weekend, I cranked through all 423 pages in one day.
This book is phenomenal.
The general gyst of the story is about a chick (Anna) who is born specifically to be a cord-blood donor for her sister (Kate) who's got leukemia. Her parents specially "picked" the same genes as the dying sister to make sure they're an exact match.
13 years later, Anna's had to donate bone marrow and platelets and other medical mumbo jumbo...and now Kate needs a kidney, and Anna doesn't want to give it. So she seeks out an attorney to have the right to NOT give her kidney, knowing that without it her sister will die. Opposing counsel? Her own mother, who used to be a lawyer in her previous life before the world of cancer came through...
What really makes this interesting is that the story progesses on a day-by-day basis until the trial, and everyone involved has a chapter. The lawyer, the chick responsible for making sure Anna's taken care of, the parents, the brother....So you can truly sympathise with all sides.
The ending is a wee little bit predictable, but still shocking to say the least.
This one paragraph actually had me bawling (okay, to my defense, I was on my deathbed...a Hallmark commercial would have made me cry). This is Sarah (the mom)'s chapter, she's in the hospital talking to Kate about her time at some camp for kids with cancer:
I pull my chair closer to the hospital bed. "Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you'd changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so that when it pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there, waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you."
Man, if the thought of ever having to tell your child that doesn't rip you apart,nothing will!
Since I was bed-bound all weekend, I cranked through all 423 pages in one day.
This book is phenomenal.
The general gyst of the story is about a chick (Anna) who is born specifically to be a cord-blood donor for her sister (Kate) who's got leukemia. Her parents specially "picked" the same genes as the dying sister to make sure they're an exact match.
13 years later, Anna's had to donate bone marrow and platelets and other medical mumbo jumbo...and now Kate needs a kidney, and Anna doesn't want to give it. So she seeks out an attorney to have the right to NOT give her kidney, knowing that without it her sister will die. Opposing counsel? Her own mother, who used to be a lawyer in her previous life before the world of cancer came through...
What really makes this interesting is that the story progesses on a day-by-day basis until the trial, and everyone involved has a chapter. The lawyer, the chick responsible for making sure Anna's taken care of, the parents, the brother....So you can truly sympathise with all sides.
The ending is a wee little bit predictable, but still shocking to say the least.
This one paragraph actually had me bawling (okay, to my defense, I was on my deathbed...a Hallmark commercial would have made me cry). This is Sarah (the mom)'s chapter, she's in the hospital talking to Kate about her time at some camp for kids with cancer:
I pull my chair closer to the hospital bed. "Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you'd changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so that when it pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there, waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you."
Man, if the thought of ever having to tell your child that doesn't rip you apart,nothing will!
Knot in one's stomach indeed!
Thanks to everyone for being concerned about my potential trip towards the white light lol.
On another note...one of the many things that puts a knot in your stomach...when your spouse's company lays off 30% of the company...
On another note...one of the many things that puts a knot in your stomach...when your spouse's company lays off 30% of the company...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Death is coming for me....
Karma's a bitch. This is what I get for snorting pepper. (Don't ask, 'cause I'm not gonna post what i mean on this blog!)
I can't remember the last time I was this sick. I'm thinking high school. It's a tough call, because when I lived in Canada I used to get sick on a weekly basis...the usual cold and runny nose thing, so that's the norm of life...and I moved to California and practically never got even a mild cold, I'm guessing either because I've battled so many cold viruses my immunity is made of steel OR because withthe weather and all that, it's not very conducive to getting sick.
Last Tuesday I ended up with a crazy bad fever but I toughed it out for the week....by Friday night, I was DEATH. Seriously. Death.
I did manage to get to a clinic to make sure I didn't have strep, and they said I don't but there's definitely something that's jacking up my throat (ha ha insert whatever joke you want here) and i've got a fever. I spent Friday night being delirious between crazy fever and super chills....Kraig kept asking if he could take me to the hospital but I thought between then $20 I spent on the clinic copay, plus my $50 copay to go to the hospital...pfft eff that! For $70, I can suffer.
And suffer I have...not to sound like a whiney bitch, but seriously...I'm hoping someone can club me like a baby seal and put me out of my misery. To top it off, I have laryngitis...
I'm all for sucking stuff up,hell even the nurse after the colposcopy was shocked that I would actually go back to work after that procedure and my girlfriends ripped me a new one for not having them or Kraig there with me (I don't "do" people coming in with me to the doctor)...but I've been wallowing in self misery 'cause the weather this weekend was gorgeous, I have a ton of stuff to do for Kraig's company due Monday, my house is so filthy I might as well have a sign saying "white trash lives here", and I can't begin to explain the laundry baskets full of laundry begging to be burned at this point.
Anyway, so if I'm incognito for awhile it's either because i'm in bed hacking up a lung or becuase I've figured out how to do that thing where you sit in your car with the engine running.....thank the LORD for my husband, who actually thinks that my raspy lack of a voice is cute (as he said, he likes it because i can't yell at him) and because I'm so independent, he actually LIKES it when I need him. Stab me now PLEASE.
I can't remember the last time I was this sick. I'm thinking high school. It's a tough call, because when I lived in Canada I used to get sick on a weekly basis...the usual cold and runny nose thing, so that's the norm of life...and I moved to California and practically never got even a mild cold, I'm guessing either because I've battled so many cold viruses my immunity is made of steel OR because withthe weather and all that, it's not very conducive to getting sick.
Last Tuesday I ended up with a crazy bad fever but I toughed it out for the week....by Friday night, I was DEATH. Seriously. Death.
I did manage to get to a clinic to make sure I didn't have strep, and they said I don't but there's definitely something that's jacking up my throat (ha ha insert whatever joke you want here) and i've got a fever. I spent Friday night being delirious between crazy fever and super chills....Kraig kept asking if he could take me to the hospital but I thought between then $20 I spent on the clinic copay, plus my $50 copay to go to the hospital...pfft eff that! For $70, I can suffer.
And suffer I have...not to sound like a whiney bitch, but seriously...I'm hoping someone can club me like a baby seal and put me out of my misery. To top it off, I have laryngitis...
I'm all for sucking stuff up,hell even the nurse after the colposcopy was shocked that I would actually go back to work after that procedure and my girlfriends ripped me a new one for not having them or Kraig there with me (I don't "do" people coming in with me to the doctor)...but I've been wallowing in self misery 'cause the weather this weekend was gorgeous, I have a ton of stuff to do for Kraig's company due Monday, my house is so filthy I might as well have a sign saying "white trash lives here", and I can't begin to explain the laundry baskets full of laundry begging to be burned at this point.
Anyway, so if I'm incognito for awhile it's either because i'm in bed hacking up a lung or becuase I've figured out how to do that thing where you sit in your car with the engine running.....thank the LORD for my husband, who actually thinks that my raspy lack of a voice is cute (as he said, he likes it because i can't yell at him) and because I'm so independent, he actually LIKES it when I need him. Stab me now PLEASE.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Facebook...myspace...StalkMe.Com....
Yeahhhh...I got a Facebook profile finally. Not because I really give a crap, but it seems like everyone in Canada uses Facebook and no one I know uses myspace...it's absolutely insane how many people from my high school and university have profiles and it's super creepy to see everyone..well...OLD.
Time to go work on stuff for Kraig's company...I'm whoring my time for money.
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