What a big couple of days in terms of my blogging life.
First off, thanks to gingersmack for the new look. Doesn’t she rock!? She stayed up LATE fixing it and when I woke up this morning, there was a wonderful surprise for me!!!
Sorry about the fucked up blank page you were all getting for the last couple of days.
Remember what I was saying about me being a mooch? Evidently Mike’s server space was totally full & when MT tried to rebuild it went all kooky.
I get all kinds of scary error messages now when trying to update my blog. I may be forced to move after all.
AND THEN, there was the Meatspace last night. And I’m still recovering from Yvonne spending the night.
But I’m off to work now… more later. 
That’s all I can say. At least it’s not a blank white page anymore.
Ok off to put Yvonne to bed now…
If you got annoyed IMs from me (or perhaps saw me bitching on my zonkboard), then you’d know that I accidentally locked myself out of my blog on Thursday night/Friday.
Now that I’m back in, I have to share with you this moment of zen.
Can someone please tell me what the origin of this is???
As promised, here is a better picture of Terra
Notice the shoe in her mouth. This is Terra’s trademark.
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I still don’t know what kind of doggie she is.
Someone said border collie, but if it is, she’s only partly that. Aside from being an annoying, black & white dog, I welcome any guesses as to what kind of doggie she is…
… got smashed and smashed at me on Mother’s Day.
My Brother (a part-time badminton coach) and I played badminton for 2 and a half hours on Mother’s Day. He beat my sorry ass into the ground without even breaking a sweat.
I’m so competitive, but so pathetically out of shape. I haven’t even held a racquet since high school and yet I was DETERMINED to win. It was a sad, sad sight. Obviously, the outcome of the game was not exactly favorable in my direction.
That same night, I could feel the soreness in my right arm setting in. I knew it was going to be bad when I had a hard time holding my toothbrush up and I couldn’t control how much toothpaste was being squeezed out of the tube. There was a giant blob of Crest in the sink when I was done brushing.
Three days later, i’m still sore. In parts of my body I didn’t even realize I used while running around trying to whack birds. Ow.
Pathetic beyond words.
…about going…
…but only if Yvonne is my date. (Girl, you’d *better* find a sitter!)
I blame you.
When do I get to meet your parents?! [wink!]
I am destined for that ninth level of hell, I know it.
I need to know how to network a PC and a Mac together so they can share a DSL connection. Buying a router is not an option (unless someone wants to send one to me as a tax deduction). Would be best if I could share files. I have a Mac that likes to crash & a new PC that runs XP. I want to move everything on the Mac to the PC, but still have the Mac as another workstation for someone else to do some database work. Help.
I also need to set up a photoblog that can accept comments. (This is not pictures of/by me… this is a favor to someone else.) I will not do a photoblog for myself until I get a digital camera that doesn’t suck ass.
And I need to know good, cheap hosting services to handle said photoblog. I also need to know a good, cheap service where I can register a new domain name. Cheap. Good. Cheap.
THANKS!!!
UPDATE: As you can tell, my awesome friend Mike is hosting my blog for free, because he’s awesome. I’m trying to figure out a way if I can afford to not be a mooch. If there are good hosting prices, I may migrate to my own URL… just a thought!
I guess that fishie reign of terror thing isn’t over yet.
I killed one of the bettas (our red one) when I changed his water.
[Sob!]
Don’t forget that 8 is a lucky number! And I guess I get to hang with Sonia & Spike!
The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Eighth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test
I swear to god that the words “Naked Ravioli” just came out of my boss’ mouth during a business phone conversation.
I mean, it’s a real dish and all, but geez… I don’t wanna hear those words at work!
It’s not like I work in a restaurant or a strip joint!
I bet these little ones are already gone.
But [swoon!] I’m in love!
“Look at my belly! It’s nice and round and snuggle-able!”
“I’m cute and I know it. Take me home with you. Now.”
“Check out my awesome paws. I’ll grow to be a big, strappin’ dog.”
“Someday they’ll call me Bowser, Hound of the Wild.”
“I call this look ‘Blue Steel.’”
Synchronized Munching
DOG PILE!!!
(Thanks to Mike for the last few captions.)
Check out the # below if you’re around L.A. and want to adopt one.
UPDATE: The pups have all found homes already!
The story of the pups below…
Continue reading ‘I think I’m in love.’
Yes, this is SUPPOSED to be blurry. It’s called art. Deal with it, or buy me a digital camera.
Yes, lay on the “You go, girl”s! I need high-fives aplenty! Tell me I was an awesome fish mom last night! Go on, you know that I was!
I am happy to announce that last night I was a good fish mom and cleaned the tank. I was disappointed that I had to say bye-bye to one of my fishies, though I’m fairly certain the ‘fishie reign of terror‘ is now officially over.
I even cleaned the homes of all four of the bettas.
Of course, I hadn’t cleaned the tank in like a month or so. We’ll just pretend like I hadn’t been neglecting them this whole time.
And we’ll also pretend I also didn’t have a sushi/sashimi dinner the same night that I was being such a good fish mom. (I blame Courtney for planting THAT idea into my head!)
There is actually a Hollywood film that I’m excited to see.
It’s not X2: X-Men United. (Not that I’m not interested, it’s just that I’m not EXCITED.)
It IS the Matrix: Reloaded. I can only imagine how much extra traffic dear krixy is getting to her site (aside from me looking at all the new stuff there, that is).
And I’m going to make it a point to see Better Luck Tomorrow by the end of next week.
I can’t believe I might actually spend money to see a movie or two.
Shocking.
Last Friday night, we saw the one & only Margaret Cho at the Wiltern on her “Revolution” Tour.
I’ve never seen her more adorable! I vote that she always wear her hair in braided pigtails. I know that OutOutBlogger was there on Saturday night… did she have pigtails that night, too?
Now if you haven’t seen this show, this is what you missed…
…Margaret now tackles the axis of evil, her travels through Thailand’s red light district, the explosion of child birth, bartering sex for household chores, revolutionizing your self-esteem, the joy of bodily functions, her loser ex-boyfriend, and of course, her world-famous mother, plus much more that cannot be printed… (excerpted from her press release about the tour).
Today, I was talking to the receptionist in our lobby when Bernie Mac & his entourage showed up to a meeting with the big whigs. Bernie was wearing (I shit you not) a bright mustard-colored suit with a matching hat. He actually looked good, even though he resembled a giant bottle of French’s.
Bernie walked right up to me, put his arm around me and said, “Hey there! How are you today?” (because we’re best friends and shit, you know).
I put my fake I’m-smiling-even-though-I-don’t-like-your-show-that-much-smile on my face and started to shoot the shit with him, since D (the receptionist) was about to get on the phone to let the big cheese know that Bernie was here. Before D had a chance to get a dial tone, the big glass doors to the executive offices swung open and a swarm of people came out with their schmoozy smiles and handshakes.
I got caught in the cross-fire of greetings. Bernie’s people were saying hi to the big whigs and vice-versa. And somebody actually GUSHED to Bernie about his current show on Fox (it wasn’t me, I swear).
I was too busy trying not to be crushed and trampled in all the oozing and schmoozing.
I’m happy to report, I made it out alive. Whew!
I’m grateful that people put up with me… What a pain I am!
Here’s to a better day today!
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From yesterday’s chat with dj mofo…
Me: I’m just having one of those days
Her: it will get better
Me: i forgot my lunch, forgot to take lunch early enough so i could leave the lot, missed the lunch truck, didn’t have change for the vending machine. And burnt the popcorn I popped because I was too busy watching “people’s court” instead of watching my popcorn in the microwave.
Her: i say time to go home
Me: It’s not even 2pm here yet!
Her: baaa just go ‘i’m not taking it’ and leave
Me: If I could, I would!
Me: [SIGH]
Her: what
Me: eating cup noodles ramen. i bet i’ll throw up later
Her: nice. why?
Me: i get sick when i eat junk like this
Her: then why are you eating it?
Me: because my popcorn is burnt
joz = dork is not at all a new theme here.
But thanks for all the well wishers about my lost wallet.
You’ll be happy to know that my wallet was found safe & sound… in my briefcase for work.
I had it with me the whole, entire day while I was fretting and tearing up my car/room, looking for the dang thing. I was just about to start calling my credit card companies when I went to get something else out of my briefcase & POOF! There it was!
I’m a dumbass. But you already knew that.
We went to Palm Springs for the day yesterday & on the way home, we stopped for gas.
I said I had to pass out and sleep (too tired to drive) so the last thing I remember before switching over to the passenger seat was taking my wallet out & pulling out a $20 for gas.
That was the last time I remember seeing my wallet.
I hope some good samaritan found & is keeping it safe & in tact.
[Sob!]
I’ve been resisting the urge to blog about the war, SARS, & good ol’ Dubya (you know, scary things).
Last night, my Uncle G had his 60th birthday party in a Chinese restaurant in Rowland Heights (large Asian population).
The dinner conversation revolved around SARS… what kind of face mask is preferable… how they take your temperature at the airport… how people get it… etc. Not at all appropriate dinner conversation material, IMO.
My other Uncle S is on his way back to Taiwan for a short trip & my Mom and Auntie (S’s two younger sisters) nagged him about drinking water, taking vitamins, etc, etc while on his trip. His wife says he’ll be quarantined for two weeks after he gets back… he’ll be sleeping in the dog house with their golden lab.
But I still like Margaret Cho’s line from her show on Friday night.
She’d been in Toronto for her tour and everybody was worried about SARS… Severe Asian Racism Syndrome.
She said that when she got off the plane, people saw her and put on their little face masks. The rest of that bit can’t be conveyed via words, but suffice it to say, it was hilarious.
Sonia’s site looks so cool, but her Battle Imp almost scared me away!
Jozjozjoz’s
Battle Imp
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Alin |
Backstabbing: 7
Dodgin’: 3
Guts: 1
Magic Mojo: 8
Smackdown: 7 |
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Weirdness = JOTTO. (As opposed to jozzo, for once)
Though I must admit, I find Penguin Dreams to be quite cute.
So I got home from work Wednesday night & Terra got excited (yes, she piddled) and she RAN to put something in her mouth.
For whatever reason, the closest thing to her was a beer can. She’s been running around the yard with a beer can in her mouth.
I wish I had a decent digital camera that didn’t take blurry pictures of dogs.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to see that had Terra found my tupperware lids & had chewed a bunch of them into itty-bitty plastic bits. It’s a good thing she’s cute.
My blog idol Joelle said today “Go find a pole to dance around or something. It just occurred to me that strippers celebrate May Day every day.”
I realized that I have no acceptable pole around which I can dance.
But then I remembered that Don and Mike had a public service announcement a little while back about this…
Perfect for all you do-it-yourself-ers!
Ow.
Yesterday it was my back (yes, it still hurts, but it’s amazing what 3 Midol will do for you).
Today, I have a sharp-shooting pain in my left ear. I think my brain is overwhelmed and it just had to hurl.
Ow. Ow. Ow.
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