Gory Safety Training Videos should not be watched on an empty stomache and on little sleep!! The cheesy dramatic music, the sound of a circular saw getting louder and louder, the *splaaaack* of flesh as it gets wacked off...These are not yummy sounds for an unprepared mind. Something about watching a man die from being impaled by a piece of woood that shoots off a work bench makes me not want to work in a shop every again! There was even a "Gory" video. It was actually called "Gory Safety Training Video". It had snap shots of ears being relocated on top of ones head, hands post-meat-grinder incident, and other ugliness. Makes me think of my high school tennis coach. I hear he has nubules now.
i'm glad i have friends who love me enough to remind me ever so often that i'm appreciated. the great thing is they do this without even knowing i need to be reminded. i'm blessed to have met such awesome people in my exciting past and that they're still there for me now. i want to say thank you to everyone, incase i don't get a chance to do it properly.. if you guys only knew. *i lurve you guys!*
two weeks ago right this second, i was impaled with a large coffee straw that went straight through to my core. it's been sucking out the little bits that make me, me. while physically i am dangerously wasting away, mentally i'm sharper than i have been, and otherwise.. well otherwise.. as cold as marble in an icecream shop.
two weeks ago right this second, i was impaled with a large coffee straw that went straight through to my core. it's been sucking out the little bits that make me, me. while physically i am dangerously wasting away, mentally i'm sharper than i have been, and otherwise.. well otherwise.. as cold as marble in an icecream shop.
The Ever Awesome Johnny Walker informed me today that I'm #2 in the google search for "hieu"... I'm special. That's right... pretty damn special.
The spring semester of my junior year of HS I was sent back home to live with the parental units after screwing up the semester before. I had attended a college program for gifted individuals but instead of excelling further in academics – I discovered friends, boys, movies, butane lighters, head shops, and flannel. That spring, though, I decided that I couldn’t go back to the sheltered life anymore and had to break free. The night I left, a couple of my friends from the Whorde drove up and parked in the alleyway behind the house. I had to climb out of my sister’s window, because we had built a patio there a couple of summers before, and scaling that was easier than the straight drop from my window down a story. My sister pretended to be asleep with her cute little haircut and in her jammies. With the help of Cowboy, I made it down with a small bag of belongings and we escaped in a champagne colored American car. Leaving the neighborhood, I remember having to dodge the security guard since we left the headlights off. For some reason the two things that stuck out in my mind from that drive was this plaque on the dash that read “Don’t drive any faster than your guardian angel can fly” and the road sign “Ponder 2449”. That was just one of the times that I ran away from home. It made me feel so alive. I felt so free! Everything was soo new and delicious! I missed feeling like that.
I get that feeling every once in a while here. Sounds strange, but it’s true. It’s good to be free.
I get that feeling every once in a while here. Sounds strange, but it’s true. It’s good to be free.
I finally returned "Half Baked" and "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" to my neighbor today. I can't believe it took me 4 days to watch O Brother, probaby because after 10 minutes of watching, I felt guilty and had to go back to homework. Anyway, whenever I stop by, my neighbor always gives me a yummy hug and we end up watching TV together and he involuntarily rubs my head. I like having my head rubbed. It makes me smile.
Today at dinner, me and a couple of friends were apparently "waiting" on someone else and their food, but I was hungry and asked if I could go ahead and start. They said sure... and when the taco hit my mouth, one of them yelled "Heathen!". That and we made fun of the Bobby Hill kid, and everyone cautiously refrained from bringing up the *other* part of the funny(which isn't so funny)... And that made me smile.
Another friend just shared with me a "what do you call an icicle that parties" joke, which I was sadly able to answer. Being reminded that I'm a nerd makes me smile.
When I walked out to my car today, a cute athlete walked out from the stadium, smiled at me and we exchanged "heeeeey, how you doin's"... That would make any girl smile.
And there's also something about coming home to voicemails from people who love you.. :-)
Today at dinner, me and a couple of friends were apparently "waiting" on someone else and their food, but I was hungry and asked if I could go ahead and start. They said sure... and when the taco hit my mouth, one of them yelled "Heathen!". That and we made fun of the Bobby Hill kid, and everyone cautiously refrained from bringing up the *other* part of the funny(which isn't so funny)... And that made me smile.
Another friend just shared with me a "what do you call an icicle that parties" joke, which I was sadly able to answer. Being reminded that I'm a nerd makes me smile.
When I walked out to my car today, a cute athlete walked out from the stadium, smiled at me and we exchanged "heeeeey, how you doin's"... That would make any girl smile.
And there's also something about coming home to voicemails from people who love you.. :-)
things i learned today, because everyday you learn something new
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1) that statistics has "recipes"
2) the intro to design class is taught with the understanding that you "learned" something in mechanics two
3) the existance of a mohr circle
4) this book we've been hunting down for two weeks, we don't really need it - it's been out of print for a couple of years now anyway.
5) although the "load" isn't listed in your lab assignment, it's actually really there.
6) the eloosive intro to design book:
2) the intro to design class is taught with the understanding that you "learned" something in mechanics two
3) the existance of a mohr circle
4) this book we've been hunting down for two weeks, we don't really need it - it's been out of print for a couple of years now anyway.
5) although the "load" isn't listed in your lab assignment, it's actually really there.
6) the eloosive intro to design book:
Homework was completed before 11pm. Extra curricular Funding Packets were started. AND I got to talk on the phone. That's a pretty good Monday. As if I didn't have enough to do, I plan on playing with my new camera tomorrow, too...Check it out!! Hopefully, I'll be uploading photo-goodness as I get better at actually getting stuff done - like reading the manual. Yes, I actually read the manual.
the reality of it is...
I started this blog when I first got here to Texas Tech. The end of this summer will mark my two year anniversary in this I call Buttocks, Texas. Depending on where you are in the town (and the time of year) it could also be called the 'handicap parking lot' of Texas, 'the set of waterworld', 'dip-spit can' of Texas, or 'cow-poo' town. My stay here has been full of it's ups and downs. I've made new friends, and found new candidates for the "Box of Stupid People" and "Pit of Useless Blowhards". I've been elected to way too many offices, and kicked out of bars. I've miraculously ended up with A's in classes, and by the grace of Mud have also pulled of two D's. I've had dinners with Presidents and Chairmen as well as head-medicated mental patients and washed up football players. So you see, every once in a while, the days here are spectacular, and a good bit of them are basically "craptastic by design". My stay here isn't ever going to be perfect, except that moment during which I walk across the stage to pick up a generic white envelope and drive off away from the sunset one last time. Between now and then I reserve the right to have bad days and want to die (note: not kill myself, just want to die.. there IS a difference).
I started this blog when I first got here to Texas Tech. The end of this summer will mark my two year anniversary in this I call Buttocks, Texas. Depending on where you are in the town (and the time of year) it could also be called the 'handicap parking lot' of Texas, 'the set of waterworld', 'dip-spit can' of Texas, or 'cow-poo' town. My stay here has been full of it's ups and downs. I've made new friends, and found new candidates for the "Box of Stupid People" and "Pit of Useless Blowhards". I've been elected to way too many offices, and kicked out of bars. I've miraculously ended up with A's in classes, and by the grace of Mud have also pulled of two D's. I've had dinners with Presidents and Chairmen as well as head-medicated mental patients and washed up football players. So you see, every once in a while, the days here are spectacular, and a good bit of them are basically "craptastic by design". My stay here isn't ever going to be perfect, except that moment during which I walk across the stage to pick up a generic white envelope and drive off away from the sunset one last time. Between now and then I reserve the right to have bad days and want to die (note: not kill myself, just want to die.. there IS a difference).
hmm..
i redid my blog template.. tell me what you think.. pretty please
i redid my blog template.. tell me what you think.. pretty please
somewhere...
somewhere over the rainbow way up high
there's a land that i heard of once in a lullaby
somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
one day. i will be there.
one day. i won't hurt anymore.
one day. i won't want to cry anymore.
one day. this will all go away.
someday day i'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that's where you'll find me
somewhere over the rainbow way up high
there's a land that i heard of once in a lullaby
somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
one day. i will be there.
one day. i won't hurt anymore.
one day. i won't want to cry anymore.
one day. this will all go away.
someday day i'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that's where you'll find me
welcome to tech
so SamBaMike point this out to me... i would like to make the appropriate ammendments:
regarding student life
“some of the wealthiest college students in the state of Texas,” “blonde-haired, blue-eyed, spending Daddy’s money, and smoking pot instead of going to classes. Most are from the Dallas-Fort Worth area. There are less superficial people as well, and they are easy to find, tucked away in the library or scurring to class, but on my initial visit to Tech all I could notice were the beautiful people, but then again, I didn't walk through the "Key" ”
More than a few characterize their classmates as “good ol’ boys and girls who have been brought up in a way that some find archaic. But it's tradition that they come here to be pretty and spit in their dip cans and reek of second hand smoke and copy homework 10 minutes before class.
regarding academic life
Students feel that Tech’s greatest strengths are in engineering, physics, agriculture, and architecture..... and that's because most of the courses are taught with out the aide of required textbooks and working computers in the lab! Amazing isn't it?
Professors here "are always willing to help a student outside of class." Unless ofcourse you didn't show up to class, then you better not show up during office hours. "I am able to find help whenever I need it, which is a real boon for students in the demanding science and engineering disciplines." - Read as: I can find copies of the solutions lying around in the computerlab, and there is always someone who has all the homework done so that I can copy it before class. “It’s only my sophomore year, and most of my classes are less than 25 students.” And they're the same people that were in this class last semester!
Students also enjoy a solid alumni network, as “alumni tend to be loyal and some become wealthy and powerful CEOs and businesspeople who are capable of giving back, which therefore strengthens the school in many ways.” Like a golf course instead of a building that we really need. But I guess it's okay, we can trott across campus in 10 minutes to make it to a class 4 miles away. That kind of walking will help us in our golf game.
so SamBaMike point this out to me... i would like to make the appropriate ammendments:
regarding student life
“some of the wealthiest college students in the state of Texas,” “blonde-haired, blue-eyed, spending Daddy’s money, and smoking pot instead of going to classes. Most are from the Dallas-Fort Worth area. There are less superficial people as well, and they are easy to find, tucked away in the library or scurring to class, but on my initial visit to Tech all I could notice were the beautiful people, but then again, I didn't walk through the "Key" ”
More than a few characterize their classmates as “good ol’ boys and girls who have been brought up in a way that some find archaic. But it's tradition that they come here to be pretty and spit in their dip cans and reek of second hand smoke and copy homework 10 minutes before class.
regarding academic life
Students feel that Tech’s greatest strengths are in engineering, physics, agriculture, and architecture..... and that's because most of the courses are taught with out the aide of required textbooks and working computers in the lab! Amazing isn't it?
Professors here "are always willing to help a student outside of class." Unless ofcourse you didn't show up to class, then you better not show up during office hours. "I am able to find help whenever I need it, which is a real boon for students in the demanding science and engineering disciplines." - Read as: I can find copies of the solutions lying around in the computerlab, and there is always someone who has all the homework done so that I can copy it before class. “It’s only my sophomore year, and most of my classes are less than 25 students.” And they're the same people that were in this class last semester!
Students also enjoy a solid alumni network, as “alumni tend to be loyal and some become wealthy and powerful CEOs and businesspeople who are capable of giving back, which therefore strengthens the school in many ways.” Like a golf course instead of a building that we really need. But I guess it's okay, we can trott across campus in 10 minutes to make it to a class 4 miles away. That kind of walking will help us in our golf game.
mug o' jooce
My day couldn't have started out any better, I woke up earlier than my alarm clock and wow, for once I would be early to class. I got to wear my new Tech-hoodie today, and I swear it made my boobies look twice as big as they normally do, my hair wasn't frizzy, and I didn't look tired. But I spent 15 minutes too long sniffing my smelly-good-so-you-can-sleep-better blanket and ended up 5 minutes late as usual. Bah. And so I get to class and turned in homework, everything seemed okay. Next class, I was surprised with a gift from a friend I hadn't talked to in a while. It's a beautifully simplistic hematite bracelet from his trip to South Africa. I absolutely love gifts. They make me feel special, so needless to say, it made my day. Next class was interesting. I left more confused than ever and to top it all off, I got approached by some chick who I think thought she knew me. Now I know we asians tend to look alike, but sistah, I don't know you, don't ask me for my personal information when I have no idea who you are. And the guy in front of me asked me for my number. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. I spent the next hour hunting for the Intro book and there wasn't one to be found. Went to my 3:00 meeting and only one person showed up. Even more disappointing, my 4:00 meeting wasn't any better. The person who planned the meeting didn't show up himself!! I called said person, and said person sounded more out of it than usual -- but that tends to be normal for him. I've determined that my efforts at Tech to become involved and help out my campus is turning into a waste of friggin time. Kinda like my efforts to 'like' people, that also gets thrown back in my face. Ah well. So up and down my day goes. I get home and I carefuly write out all I have to get done, and all I want to get done.. and I feel tears coming, there is just no way especially if I plan on staying healthy and actually sleeping a decent number of hours. Luckily most of the badness that welcomed me into the new year has died down and gone away except for the one thing. That thing being the sound of my chest being emptied by a coffee straw. And since it started I've also lost somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 lbs and it keeps dropping. While it's good, yeaaa!, it's not healthy.. I know this so don't lecture. Tomorrow is another day, I wonder what awaits me as I walk out the door... Till then, I sip applejooce from my beer mug. yum.
My day couldn't have started out any better, I woke up earlier than my alarm clock and wow, for once I would be early to class. I got to wear my new Tech-hoodie today, and I swear it made my boobies look twice as big as they normally do, my hair wasn't frizzy, and I didn't look tired. But I spent 15 minutes too long sniffing my smelly-good-so-you-can-sleep-better blanket and ended up 5 minutes late as usual. Bah. And so I get to class and turned in homework, everything seemed okay. Next class, I was surprised with a gift from a friend I hadn't talked to in a while. It's a beautifully simplistic hematite bracelet from his trip to South Africa. I absolutely love gifts. They make me feel special, so needless to say, it made my day. Next class was interesting. I left more confused than ever and to top it all off, I got approached by some chick who I think thought she knew me. Now I know we asians tend to look alike, but sistah, I don't know you, don't ask me for my personal information when I have no idea who you are. And the guy in front of me asked me for my number. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. I spent the next hour hunting for the Intro book and there wasn't one to be found. Went to my 3:00 meeting and only one person showed up. Even more disappointing, my 4:00 meeting wasn't any better. The person who planned the meeting didn't show up himself!! I called said person, and said person sounded more out of it than usual -- but that tends to be normal for him. I've determined that my efforts at Tech to become involved and help out my campus is turning into a waste of friggin time. Kinda like my efforts to 'like' people, that also gets thrown back in my face. Ah well. So up and down my day goes. I get home and I carefuly write out all I have to get done, and all I want to get done.. and I feel tears coming, there is just no way especially if I plan on staying healthy and actually sleeping a decent number of hours. Luckily most of the badness that welcomed me into the new year has died down and gone away except for the one thing. That thing being the sound of my chest being emptied by a coffee straw. And since it started I've also lost somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 lbs and it keeps dropping. While it's good, yeaaa!, it's not healthy.. I know this so don't lecture. Tomorrow is another day, I wonder what awaits me as I walk out the door... Till then, I sip applejooce from my beer mug. yum.
Happy New Year!!
January 22, 2004 begins the year of the Green Wood Monkey. Everybody should go out and get monkey shirts and socks to celebrate the New Year!! I'm all about monkey gear. Oh and don't forgetMonkey undies are the BEST!
IKEA!!
HoustonChronicle.com - Ikea set to add Texas store, its second, in Dallas suburb
Coming to a metroPlex near me!! (hee heee hee!)
HoustonChronicle.com - Ikea set to add Texas store, its second, in Dallas suburb
Coming to a metroPlex near me!! (hee heee hee!)
dOOd
i haven't done one in a while...
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I do rock... Yes, this is true...
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Moosic/HotChocolate/Cookies
SamBaMike took me to see as theVinnie put it "... living Master of the Guitar!", Christopher Parkening and the Lubbock Symphony Orchestra.
Afterwards we enjoyed a cup of hotChocolate and a cOOkie while I babbled on about the gEEzer. On our way out, we said hi to the ouTrageously odd looking saltwater fishies in the tank at J&B like this fellow here.
SamBaMike took me to see as theVinnie put it "... living Master of the Guitar!", Christopher Parkening and the Lubbock Symphony Orchestra.
Afterwards we enjoyed a cup of hotChocolate and a cOOkie while I babbled on about the gEEzer. On our way out, we said hi to the ouTrageously odd looking saltwater fishies in the tank at J&B like this fellow here.
*prrsshh, pprrsshh*
Come in Houston. We have snow. Confirm. Over.
*prrsshh, pprrsshh*
Come in Houston. We have snow. Confirm. Over.
*prrsshh, pprrsshh*
icky goo
i had blood drawn today... again.. and this time it hurt, because i wasn't already suffering from some other ghastly kidney stone related pain. pain like birth i would imagine, without taking home something pink that smells good and sucks on my boobs. i could go on.
my chest hurts. there's a really sharp pain on the right side of my left boobie underneath the ribs. there's a slight pulling sensation like 'stuff' is being drawn out slowly with a coffee-straw. eugh.
other than that, i got help getting my bills all square away, walked out this moring in extremely weather inappropriate clothes and ended up getting soaked, and i got to see icky goo coming out of a dumpster. eww.
i had blood drawn today... again.. and this time it hurt, because i wasn't already suffering from some other ghastly kidney stone related pain. pain like birth i would imagine, without taking home something pink that smells good and sucks on my boobs. i could go on.
my chest hurts. there's a really sharp pain on the right side of my left boobie underneath the ribs. there's a slight pulling sensation like 'stuff' is being drawn out slowly with a coffee-straw. eugh.
other than that, i got help getting my bills all square away, walked out this moring in extremely weather inappropriate clothes and ended up getting soaked, and i got to see icky goo coming out of a dumpster. eww.
patience
... if I wait long enough, good things will start to happen again... if I can't believe in that, what can I believe in...
... i guess this kind of pain is just another reminder that i'm alive...
((dear god, help me))
... if I wait long enough, good things will start to happen again... if I can't believe in that, what can I believe in...
... i guess this kind of pain is just another reminder that i'm alive...
((dear god, help me))
taaa daaa!
*curtsy*
i just redid my webpage in under an hour!
*does celebratory jig*
*notices people watching.. exits stage left
*curtsy*
i just redid my webpage in under an hour!
*does celebratory jig*
*notices people watching.. exits stage left
an adventure with stones
Wednesday afternoon, a smiley face dropped by to spread some sunshine cheer and pee in my bathroom. We exchanged hugs, he got his spare key back, and he went on his merry way to Mexico. I lounged around my nearly clean apartment unaware i was booked with an express ticket to hell, on the red-eye.
5 am, I woke up to take a sip of water but notice that by golly, my tummy felt as if it were about to explode. I tried everything from a heat pack to a hot shower and nothing alleviated the pain of being carved up like stone mountain. I called daddy -- cause daddy can fix everything, if not, then he just sighs and says "well, Hieu" yells at me, then all is better. Anywho, I end up calling 9-1-1 to get an abulence to cart me to the ER. And it's just like on TV when they move you from the gurny to the ER bed: painfull. The wonderous ER people are not like they are on ER. I swear the one lady was pissed at me for being there. Another dood laughed cause I was soo doped up I thought he was my brother - and he informed me he was only 1/2 vietnamese. (looked like a whole person to me). I got a little bag of clear liquids that dripped into my arm and a couple doses of sleepy good pain-go-away goodness. A CAT scan revealed that I had kidney stones. Daddy showed up not to long after and he stayed by me and held my hand and sniffed my forhead (good-times). They carted me to a hotel room that I shared with somedear child who was in soo much more pain than me -- and I can only pray that she's out by now recovering. Most of my stay there before the dreaded operation consisted of my right arm being bruised every 15 minutes by the automated blood pressure machine. And the one time I was scared awake at 2am for a blood drawing. The operation aparently went well, I was knocked out for it, and woke up in considerably less pain. I was also blessed with Hospital food which resembled american-style-holiday goodness and a mystery bag. This mystery bag had a huge bio-hazard symbol and lots of words which my eyes quickly blurred. Inside looked like a pair of cotton undies.... They were apparently *my* undies. 'Well!' I thought to myself... 'They were clean when I put them on just minutes before entering the ambulence. And now they're in a biohazard bag!' This really surprised me as my hospital bed was smeared with blood and wasn't cleaned off until I was lying on it and IT didn't have a biohazard bag.
And so now I'm home in my apartment that my daddy helped clean and furnish with much goodness like my new TV (hee hee) and toaster (hmmmmm yes) and really neat kitchen sponge holder and soap dispenser. I'm loving it. Borrowed the Family Guy DVD's and watched them while I rested my spasming muscles. It's all better. Now all I have to do is turn in a canister full of my pee and have them find out why I get stones. Apparently, Asians shouldn't have stones. Hrm....
tug-o-war
It's one of the worse things to be involved in, especially when you're the proverbial string in the middle. This whole *thing* with my family is going to give me an ulcer.
birthday
Oh and by the way, this past sunday was my birthday. And it sucked. I spent it alone. Alone with a TV, but alone. Well Vivi was there. I shouldn't say "alone" but there is only so much he can listen to. And until I get the strength to hold him and clip his nails, we aren't hugging.
people
What is there to say about people.. Lets see, how's this.. They suRpriSe me!
and last but not least.. SamBas
My brother wears SamBas. *sniffle* I love you, man.
Wednesday afternoon, a smiley face dropped by to spread some sunshine cheer and pee in my bathroom. We exchanged hugs, he got his spare key back, and he went on his merry way to Mexico. I lounged around my nearly clean apartment unaware i was booked with an express ticket to hell, on the red-eye.
5 am, I woke up to take a sip of water but notice that by golly, my tummy felt as if it were about to explode. I tried everything from a heat pack to a hot shower and nothing alleviated the pain of being carved up like stone mountain. I called daddy -- cause daddy can fix everything, if not, then he just sighs and says "well, Hieu" yells at me, then all is better. Anywho, I end up calling 9-1-1 to get an abulence to cart me to the ER. And it's just like on TV when they move you from the gurny to the ER bed: painfull. The wonderous ER people are not like they are on ER. I swear the one lady was pissed at me for being there. Another dood laughed cause I was soo doped up I thought he was my brother - and he informed me he was only 1/2 vietnamese. (looked like a whole person to me). I got a little bag of clear liquids that dripped into my arm and a couple doses of sleepy good pain-go-away goodness. A CAT scan revealed that I had kidney stones. Daddy showed up not to long after and he stayed by me and held my hand and sniffed my forhead (good-times). They carted me to a hotel room that I shared with somedear child who was in soo much more pain than me -- and I can only pray that she's out by now recovering. Most of my stay there before the dreaded operation consisted of my right arm being bruised every 15 minutes by the automated blood pressure machine. And the one time I was scared awake at 2am for a blood drawing. The operation aparently went well, I was knocked out for it, and woke up in considerably less pain. I was also blessed with Hospital food which resembled american-style-holiday goodness and a mystery bag. This mystery bag had a huge bio-hazard symbol and lots of words which my eyes quickly blurred. Inside looked like a pair of cotton undies.... They were apparently *my* undies. 'Well!' I thought to myself... 'They were clean when I put them on just minutes before entering the ambulence. And now they're in a biohazard bag!' This really surprised me as my hospital bed was smeared with blood and wasn't cleaned off until I was lying on it and IT didn't have a biohazard bag.
And so now I'm home in my apartment that my daddy helped clean and furnish with much goodness like my new TV (hee hee) and toaster (hmmmmm yes) and really neat kitchen sponge holder and soap dispenser. I'm loving it. Borrowed the Family Guy DVD's and watched them while I rested my spasming muscles. It's all better. Now all I have to do is turn in a canister full of my pee and have them find out why I get stones. Apparently, Asians shouldn't have stones. Hrm....
tug-o-war
It's one of the worse things to be involved in, especially when you're the proverbial string in the middle. This whole *thing* with my family is going to give me an ulcer.
birthday
Oh and by the way, this past sunday was my birthday. And it sucked. I spent it alone. Alone with a TV, but alone. Well Vivi was there. I shouldn't say "alone" but there is only so much he can listen to. And until I get the strength to hold him and clip his nails, we aren't hugging.
people
What is there to say about people.. Lets see, how's this.. They suRpriSe me!
and last but not least.. SamBas
My brother wears SamBas. *sniffle* I love you, man.
the liiiiiiine!!!
I had trouble finding the line earlier this evening. that elusive line on the opponent's side of the ping pong table... that and my tennis racket swinging hand decided the line was further than my eyeballs told my brain it was. the calculator in my brain has dead batteries... like my body clock.. which is why i get up way later than i should.. even with a real live alarm clock. SamBaMike plays an interesting game of ping pong. He pimps quite a ping pong dance with his soccer legs!! Watch him sometimes, its CNN SportsCenter worthy - note to self, must get the fancy foot action on video one day... hee hee
some other funny action today.. someone knocked on my door, on his way to mexico... apparently he had to pee and he needed his spare key.. the "story" of the missing keys could have gone on forever with elaborate schemes and story telling so i let it go. no need to listen to stories i've told myself at least a couple of times :-)
other wierd news.. apparently John Wayne was in a movie called The Conquer and played Genghis Khan... things you learn over a cup of italian creme soda.
i go back to enjoying a bowl of mama home cook goodness. love you peoples...
(pray for me)
I had trouble finding the line earlier this evening. that elusive line on the opponent's side of the ping pong table... that and my tennis racket swinging hand decided the line was further than my eyeballs told my brain it was. the calculator in my brain has dead batteries... like my body clock.. which is why i get up way later than i should.. even with a real live alarm clock. SamBaMike plays an interesting game of ping pong. He pimps quite a ping pong dance with his soccer legs!! Watch him sometimes, its CNN SportsCenter worthy - note to self, must get the fancy foot action on video one day... hee hee
some other funny action today.. someone knocked on my door, on his way to mexico... apparently he had to pee and he needed his spare key.. the "story" of the missing keys could have gone on forever with elaborate schemes and story telling so i let it go. no need to listen to stories i've told myself at least a couple of times :-)
other wierd news.. apparently John Wayne was in a movie called The Conquer and played Genghis Khan... things you learn over a cup of italian creme soda.
i go back to enjoying a bowl of mama home cook goodness. love you peoples...
(pray for me)
... maybe it wouldn't suck so much... if on top of it all, certain people didn't forget my birthday... ah who am i kidding. people suck. all around.
