August 29, 2008

6 things (Updated! See end of post)

Yay hooray! I've been tagged!

I have never been tagged by anyone in blogworld before. This is a big moment for me and I am going to revel in it.

I read blogs where people are tagging each other all over the place and honestly, I have always felt a little out of the loop. Like my blog just isn't cool enough to play. And yes, I am blaming my blog and not me directly. I like to deflect blame whenever possible.

But yesterday, Melody tagged me and made me feel cool and accepted and special. Thanks, Melody. You've single handedly given my ego a major boost that will likely last through the weekend, prompting me to feel confident enough to strut around my pool in my bikini (maybe with heels?) while other people are in my backyard, which is not something I enjoy doing lately because I've kind of given up on the exercise and the pounds? Do not fall off easily like they used to, but who cares--I got TAGGED and I am celebrating, so who wants another donut dunked in beer?

6 Random things about moi

1. I get goosebumps everytime either of the following happens: I drive on a high overpass, or when a semi drives by me on the road. Don't know why it happens, as I haven't had bad experiences with either, but sure enough on an overpass or by a truck, there they go. It's REALLY a party when I get passed by a semi while ON a high overpass.

2. I get really irritated when plans suddenly change. Not spontaneous plans (ie: Bar or house? House. No, bar.), but plans that have been planned out, y'know what I'm sayin? I get irritated to the point where I get 4 year-old style huffy and declare I don't want to go at all anymore, now that the plan is different than what I had originally thought it would be. Irrational? Yes. Immature? Very. I've been like this my whole life. I've gotten better at handling myself when situations like this arise, but I don't know how to make it stop.

3. I am very vocal about my absolute disdain for popcorn, donuts, cool whip and gummi bears. If any of the beforementioned snacks are within reach when I am hungry or bored, I will gladly take one.

4. Clearly I am fickle. This is why I have never gotten a tattoo. I can't think of anything that I would want permanently branded on my body. I think most tattoos are beautiful and I appreciate what they mean to the person who has them, but I am just too indecisive to get one. I stuck to piercings - at one point in my life, I had 9. Those are removable, tattoos are forever. Also, a needle jabbing into my skin for an hour sounds ten thousand miles from a good time.

5. My mom thinks I talk to dead people. When I was born, my great gma looked at me and told my mom I was special. Whatever, right? She's my great gma. She's bound to think a great grandchild is special. However, great gma (Dabu) was also a little psychic, or so said the family. She came to live with my mom and dad for a while after I was born to help my mom and dad out, which was nice for my mom but caused my dad to run every single night, running himself down to like 120lbs because great gma was a bit racist and disapproving of the Asian blood running through my father's veins. She passed away that Christmas and a few months later, my mom heard me talking in my room one night. She got out of bed, saw me sitting up in my crib, having a conversation with someone unseen, and she flipped out a bit. Asked me who I was talking to and I replied, "Dabu." Mom went back to bed because hey, great gma wasn't going to hurt me, but kept a close eye out for paranormal shit happening in my general vacinity. I don't remember it, but I wish I did. The closest 6th Sense account I have had that I can remember happened last year, when I dreamed of my gpa. He passed away in '99 and obviously never got to meet SK. In my dream, he shook SK's hand and nodded to me, saying "He's good." I woke up bawling, with a strange desire to get 2 stars tattooed on my right foot.

6. SK makes fun of the way I tell stories and leave voicemail messages. He gives me crap about always having to give a back-story, always making sure that the person on the receiving end knows how I came about doing what I was just doing. He laughs when I do it. I tell him to shove it. And then I come write long stories here, for you all to read ;)

Thanks for listening.

**In my excitement, I realized that I completely forgot to tag anyone else! I'm like the kid that FINALLY doesn't get picked last in dodgeball and is super excited, doing a little happy dance in the middle of the circle, only to realize too late that she isn't paying attention at all and takes the first ball thrown to the dome. I know, I suck and this just goes to show why I shouldn't play these kinds of games.

Tagging: Chandra, Karen, Liz, Heidi, Sorrelle, and Aunt Cheryl (get a blog!).

August 22, 2008

And I thought I had a good idea

For the last few years, SK and I have been saying that should we ever get so fed up with our jobs that we just can't stand it anymore, we're going to start up a little business selling turkey legs to people floating on the river.

Can't you just see it?

You're floating in your tube, drinking a cold beer, hanging out with friends and you realize you're missing something. Suddenly, you round a corner and BAM! There we are, standing on the bank of the river with a big ol' hunk of meat on a stick, waiting for YOU.

It's genius, really.

The only flaw (or maybe not...) in the plan is that the river is generally empty for 4 to 5 months out of the year, and while selling the turkey legs might be profitable, I really don't see us getting rich from doing it and therefore we might end up homeless in the winter months.

But then I saw these videos and realized that yes, I could find something to do to keep me busy during the cold months in Texas. Granted, I have no idea how much, if any, money these guys made doing this, but I how can you be sad with LEGOs and cards?

Go here for LEGOs

Go here for cards

Is it just me, or does anyone else wanna set up a big ass box fan right in front of the card-city Beijing?

(via geekologie)

August 21, 2008


Ever had one of those days when you're so frustrated and burnt out that you shut your office door so that your coworkers will hopefully take the hint and just leave you the hell alone, but secretly you're hoping that one of them will happen to disregard the shut door and walk on in, ready to chat, just so that you can have an excuse to throw a heavy Swingline stapler right at their head?

No? Just me? Awesome.

August 19, 2008

Bumper Sticker Fun

You know you're in Texas when you see this on the back of an Explorer

August 12, 2008

Peas, yo

Saying goodbye has never been a big issue for me. I was fine in kindergarten when my mom dropped me off (likely, I scoped out the playground until I found some unsuspecting child that would let me boss them around), I was fine when I got dropped off at camp (again, with the bossiness), and I don't have major anxiety when someone I know is leaving for an extended period of time (sometimes even the bossiest need a break).

Why then, am I starting to feel like I am suffocating? I am about to take a 3-day vacation, starting tomorrow, and I will be far far from the Internet, which means I will have no access to e-mail,, or blogs.


Seriously, the thought of being away from all the funny blogs I read is just about killing me. Notice I said "blogs I read," and not "the very idea of not blogging?" While I am trying to post more often, I'll be honest, the fact that I actually have a solid excuse not to for the next almost-week makes me smile.



Be back soon. Don't do too much fun stuff without letting me read about it first!

August 11, 2008


Saturday evening I was going to pick Chandra up for a night out in the Montrose with Karen. I was sitting at a stoplight and noticed the small sign under the light, stating "Left turn only on arrow." I wondered for a minute about how old I would be when I finally couldn't read that little print anymore and suddenly, I was 17 again...

In Texas, when you get your driver's license, you have to renew it when you're 17, and then again at 18. After that, you renew it once more when you turn 21, and then you finally get the long stretches of non-renewal (5 or more years). For some reason, when we turned 17, I went to the DPS with Chandra to get her license renewed.

We stood in line, with her mom, talking and joking and being 17. The renewal process is fairly smooth - you walk up with all the necessary documents (don't ask, I don't remember what they are), they do a quick eye exam, and then you sign some stuff and you're off. Chandra gets up to the front of the line, gives them her paperwork, signs the forms and is about to stick her face in the eye test device. The stations are bolted to the front desk and look like giant, black View Master toys. She gets close, realizes something, and then looks back at her mom and me.

"I forgot to put in my contacts this morning. What do I do?"

The lady at the desk was looking less than patient. Chandra's mom urged her to go ahead and try to get it done anyway. Chandra looked nervous. I was cracking up.

She takes a deep breath and puts her head up to the View Master. I can see her shoulders relax as she realizes that, yes, she CAN see the stuff inside. She starts to read aloud.

"7, 4, 3, 9..."

The lady behind the desk jerks her head toward Chandra and then up at us, rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

"Honey, those are LETTERS."

We pretty much ran out of the DPS at that point, me hyperventilating from the laughing, and Chandra's mom teasing her about not wearing her contacts. Chandra was more red than I have ever seen her. It was a great day.

Chandra is officially going to be my pace-setter for the sign reading question. When she can no longer read them I'll know that I have a few more years left before my eyes give it up. I'll confirm she is wearing the contacts, though.

August 8, 2008

Friday Foto

Because really, all you need is love.

August 6, 2008

If you don't feel like crying...

...don't click this link.

I found this blog via Mama Kat (she is so funny...go there) and HOLY GEEZ am I stunned.

It's about a guy named Matt that had a wife named Liz, and they had a baby named Madeline, and then 27 hours later, Liz passed away. It's just Matt and Madeline, braving Los Angeles and their future together, alone. Well, not technically alone, because from the way it sounds he has amazing family and friends supporting and helping him and Madeline.

Regardless, he's doing a great fucking job.

August 1, 2008


First of all, I would like to make it clear that I blame Angie** for what you are about to read.

Secondly, I'd like to point out the fact that I have just gotten RESPONSIBLE within the last 2 years. Ok, last year. Fine, fine...last 6 months.

Sorry, Mom. This is the truth. Don't cry.

I've never been bad or super irresponsible when it came to most things, but I lived my life in such a way as to be completely unaware of anything going on in the world besides myself and the immediate needs and wants I experienced. What's that called? Oh right - BEING A TEENAGER.

And all that would be fine and great, except for the fact that I haven't been a teenager in over 5 years, so that excuse doesn't really work so well. So let's just get down to business and call this what it is - I am a BRAT.

Now my mother is smiling. Nodding her head emphatically. Looking at my father all, see? She IS self-aware!

It's taken me a while to realize this. The brat-fact, I mean. I never considered myself a spoiled child, but when I think back on it now, I sooooo was. I honestly don't remember ever NOT getting a single thing I ever asked for. Except the dolphin. I'm still bitter about the dolphin.

I always reasoned that I should get what I wanted because I was a good kid. I did well in school, I didn't break a lot of rules, and I had good, decent people for friends. I could talk my way out of virtually any messy situation, and usually walked away from arguments victorious. I felt like trouble just slid right off me.

And then I started driving.

I've rear-ended someone, backed into a parked car, backed into a tree, backed into my HOUSE (are we seeing a trend here?), run over a bird, and have gotten numerous speeding tickets - 2 in one 2-hour drive, even!

However, all that bad driving came to a screeching halt 3 years ago.

NO, I did NOT get my license taken away.

Actually, it was because if I had gotten pulled over anytime in these last 3 years, I would have gone to jail. DUN DUN DUN!

It started on January 12th, 2005. I was finishing my last semester of school in Seguin and was driving back to campus with my roommate, Angie. We had gone to get something to eat and were driving back through downtown (hahaha!) to head out to our apartment on the lake (see? SPOILED.) Apparently the speed limit in downtown Seguin had recently changed from 35 to 30 on a certain block and I was unaware. I blew through the block going a reckless 35mph and got pulled over by a cop. My car at the time, a BMW (dear sweet lord, I was a JERK), had a built-in radar detector that was going insane, beeping and blooping all over the place. I turned it to silent as the cop approached my window. He gave me a warning, said the speed limit had actually just changed that day and he was just hanging out, pulling people over so they would notice. Bullet dodged.

The next morning, I'm waiting for Angie to get ready to go to class. She is running around the apartment, alternately blow-drying her hair and playing with her dog, while I am standing at the front door screaming about how if she makes me late for class one more time she can find a new ride or she can truck her snail-paced ass into town DO YOU HEAR ME ANGIE because I am SO not kidding this year.

5 minuites after class starts she runs downstairs and flys into my car and we take off. Going 75mph down a country road. Radar detector is still on silent from the night before. Had I not been screaming at her to get ready and hurry up and get in the car NOW I am confident that I would not have overlooked this. That radar detector was my lifesaver. Except on January 13th, 2005.

The State Trooper that greeted me when I rolled down my window was none too pleased and didn't even crack a smile while we tried so desperately to flirt our way out of the ticket. He tossed the signed slip in at me, tipped his hat and strolled back to his car. In classic "if I don't see it, it doesn't exist" Cheryl fashion, I tossed the ticket into the backseat and screamed at my roommate the whole way to campus.

My court date for the ticket was scheduled for the same date as my senior thesis presentation so I never went to take care of it, and then let my friends talk me into the idea that since I was graduating soon and leaving town for good anyway, why would I pay the fee? Just go back to Houston and forget about it. So you get a warrant? You'll be fine - they don't transfer from county to county.

Um, about that...

Thanks to some good friends in the law enforcement field (thanks for never arresting me, guys!), I now know that YES warrants do transfer within counties and YES I would very much go to jail if I ever got pulled over for something as small as a burnt-out tailight if they ran my license and found out I was WANTED in Guadalupe County.

I'm too pretty for jail.

I have driven scared for 3 and a half years, people. THREE AND A HALF YEARS!

So finally, today, I took care of my warrant. Over the phone. Paid in full. Gone. AND the nice court lady took off some lame charge for failure to show insurance, which I totally had then.


It feels good to be legal again.

I'm thinking I will celebrate by doing some drugs and drinking a bottle of champagne in public, while jumping off a cop car. You know, since clearly I am UNTOUCHABLE.

**Just kidding, Angie.
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