Monthly Archive for April, 2006


Ooooops. I was getting in the backseat of the car and putting down a bunch of bags… (to be cont)

…so the car door was open for a while as I was putting things away and adjusting things.

When I finally finished, I sat back in my seat, reached out and grabbed the door and pulled it toward me.



I looked outside of the car and saw Yoshi’s dad standing up and rubbing his head. While I wasn’t paying attention, he had bent over and was cleaning the back tires with Armor All. And his head was in the door area.

OH CRAP! I just shut the door on to Yoshi’s dad’s head. Really, really hard. OMG OMG OMG.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there! Are you okay?” I kept repeating.

He kept insisting he was fine, but he was still holding his head. I felt REALLY REALLY bad. REALLY. BAD.

Yoshi’s mom asked what was wrong and I said that I had closed the door on Dad’s head. And she laughed. Then Yoshi came to the car and I was still sitting in the back seat, freaking out.

“What’s wrong?” asked Yoshi. Yoshi’s mom repeated what happened. And Yoshi laughed.

Why was everyone laughing? Was I the only one who felt bad?! Maybe cuz I felt the “thunk” of the head, but geez! I told Yoshi to stop laughing and ask if Dad was ok. He kept saying he was.

We went to go pick up Yoshi’s auntie and told the story to her. Yes, you already know her reaction. I hope I never get thunked in the head in the company of these crazy people. Sheesh man.

Right after work last night…

…I came home, I packed for the weekend, and I drove us up the 5 to the 152 (Pacheco Pass).

Yoshi drove the rest of the way and we got to Yoshi’s parents’ house in SJ around 2am.

To keep me awake during the drive, we had a little 80s sing-along and a mini dance party. Ok so that dance party was really just head-bopping.

Today we head up to SF.

(Sorry stkyrice & aiyahh… we won’t have time to visit this trip!)

Continuing in the vein of blogging only about stuff I put in my mouth…


Breakfast of champions!

(And later the cause of my tummy ache, I’m sure!)

Not worth a free lunch.

So I was sitting at my desk, wondering what I was going to do for lunch. I didn’t much feel like going home or going out because it was cold and wet outside. I didn’t feel like ordering in because I just wasn’t that hungry. And I didn’t want to wait.

So I IMed my co-worker downstairs “Can’t decide what to do for lunch.”

How lucky was I when she IMed me back and invited me and my other co-worker to come down and grab some Chinese food they had just ordered for their team!?

WHOO HOO! Free lunch! And it’s already here!

We headed downstairs and helped ourselves to a spread of fried rice, moo shoo chicken, shrimp & asparagus, beef & broccoli, and more. Mmmmmmm!

We came back upstairs and sat down to chat and eat and after I was about 3/4 done with my plate, I put something in my mouth, bit down, and BLECCH! Whatever it was I just ate was YUCK! In front of my co-worker, I spit the once-chewed mouthful of food out into my napkin and went, “GACK! WHAT DID I JUST BITE INTO?”

My co-worker’s eyes widened as she asked, “Are you ok? What happened?”

I was convulsing from the putrid taste lingering in the left side of my mouth. “It tasted like a wet cigarette!” I said. I peeked in my napkin and all I saw was a partially masticated wad of food, and the corner of something slightly gray.

“BLEEECCCHHH!” I said loudly again.

I started spitting back into the napkin, grabbed some tissues and spit in those, too. I just couldn’t get the disgusting aftertaste out of my mouth. Have you ever seen a movie where someone eats something disgusting and lets it fall out of their mouth and starts wiping their tongue with a napkin? That was me with the tissue.

I threw a wad of napkins, food + mystery gross thing, tissue and spit into the trash and reached for my Diet Coke. I really hated to introduce another taste into my mouth, but I really had to wash out whatever taste out of my mouth, or at least try. I downed half the can in one giant gulp.

And I could still taste the yuck. It was about as good as I was going to get.

Right now it’s 2 hours later and I still feel nauseated, feel like my mouth is contaminated by the yuck, for some (surely it’s gotta be related) reason, everything around me smells like feet.

This was SO not worth a free lunch.

I’d rather be hungry. Actually there are a whole lot of things I’d rather be than feeling like this.

UPDATE @ 7:40p: Just got home from work. Of course the first thing I did was brush my teeth/tongue VERY thoroughly. And gargle. A lot.

Still taste the yuck, though.

You would think I would have something to say…

…about Italy or being back home or work or whatever…

…but I don’t.



So people have been emailing/IMing me letting me know that they received their postcards already!


Keep me posted!

Phooey on blogger

I doubt this will post…

(several of my posts from last night got eaten by blogger.)

What the hell is wrong with blogger?

My post from last night doesn’t seem to work…

Home Sweet Home

As long as I can’t be on vacation anymore, there’s really no better place than home.






Just landed at lax. I can’t believe vacation is over and i have to work tomorrow.


On our way home now. I hate pumpkin time. Back at heathrow. Whoa there’s a lot of shopping available in terminal 3.


Spent the last couple of days at our friends’ GORGEOUS home on Lake Como. This is what i call vacation. We go home tomorrow. I


Sitting in piazza della repubblica. Gee it’s hot in the sun. At least i’m sitting tho.


In line to see the statue of david. Oh yeah… Took til today for me to fall down in the streets of italy.

Dude. Even blogger is in Italian…

…and why the heck are the keys on the keyboard in different places?

Whatever. We are in Italy, BAY-BEE!

So I had to do my postcard list at the last minute so not all the usual suspects got on the list. Sorry if I left you off… I literally printed out the list right before we walked out the door. Today we went to the Vatican & the post office there was where they got deposited. I had to lick the pope to send those cards. (Well, pope stamps anyway).

Ok. So Rome is amazing.

Tomorrow we leave for Florence. Maybe I will drop another note in later. Maybe not.

And sorry about that London post & how it got cut off. Stupid text messages get shortened. I will fix it eventually.

Anyway, I have got to get back to my vacation so no more blogging for me for the time being!


Omg. I’m in london. I’ve never been in europe before. Heathrow is the most confusing airport i’ve ever been in. We barely sle

Guess where i am?

Dunno if this works…

…and away we go!

We’re walking out the door now!

Off to Italy…

If you’ve been keeping up on my semi-updated blog over at, you would know that I’m going to be leaving for Italy today.

In other news, I have secured hosting at a different hosting company and will be re-vamping when I return from my trip.

Thanks for your patience!

It’s called VA-CAY-SHUN…

…and it means you are NOT supposed to get calls from work!

Bossguy started calling me this morning at 9:10am. (That’s right, I said STARTED.) I was still in bed, because… get this… I’M ON VACATION! That means I am allowed to sleep in!

I ignored the first call, even though it woke me up, but when the second call came 2 minutes later, I figured I should at least go check the voicemail. Because at this point, I couldn’t go back to sleep again.

So I called into voicemail and it was my boss telling me that the temp who is filling in for me can’t turn the computer on. This does not bode well for me being gone an entire week.

Then I called into the office to talk to the temp, who to be fair is not at all dumb or computer illiterate, and see if I could tell what was wrong with it. Since she did all the tricks I would have done, I figured it was just my computer going on strike and wanting a vacation, too. I ended up telling her to call tech support (I had forgotten to tell her what that number was before I left yesterday) and since I didn’t hear back after that, I figured everything was fine.

A few minutes later, Bossguy called me again to ask if everything was fixed (he was not in the office, just found out by calling the office that the temp was having a hard time turning on the computer). I told him I didn’t know, but I advised her to call tech support since I couldn’t actually SEE what was wrong with the computer. So then he wished me a happy trip and safe travels.

A half hour later, Bossguy called me back in a panic. “I got this email…” (I guess the computer is running and the temp is going through his emails for him…) “…and it says that my expense report has been approved, do I need to do anything with it?” (there are instructions that come with the auto-notification) The answer is NO! If there was anything that needed to be done, I would have left you instructions to do it! I told you yesterday that it was done and we were just waiting for approval! But ok, I can see why he would not know that since he usually never sees that particular email notificaton since I just usually tell him that it got approved. BUT I’M ON VACATION! That means NO CALLS!

Two minutes later, he called back again. I answered the phone like this:

“In a little while, I’m going to stop answering the phone…”

I think the irritation in my voice rang through because he apologized and said, “Ok, sorry, but this time I was just calling to mess with you. But really, have a great trip.”

And then he tagged it off with, “I’ll try not to call anymore.”

Don’t try…. just DON’T!

If I had been smarter, I’d have deleted my number from his cell phone.

So here are some announcements

I’m officially on vacation!


AND AND we get on a plane to Italy sometime Friday!

AND AND AND I got a haircut!

(Ok, I know that last one wasn’t that big of an annoucement, but it was a big deal to me.)

Behind on multiple deadlines.

Yeah, that fuse drama from last night put me behind several hours.

On the blog front a new hosting server has been secured and the wonderful Michael is going to be working on getting set up again from being FUBAR’d for a month.

So ch-ch-changes are coming soon.

Plus, stay tuned for another announcement in the adventures of jozjozjoz.

So one hour later, this is what I have learned…

-No amount of whining and crying will get Yoshi to go down in the cold creepy dark basement when I am the one who blew the fuse.

-There is nothing but water heaters, furnaces, and spiderwebs in the cold creepy dark basement.

-When you live in an old building, there is no such thing as “circuit breakers.”

-The fuse box is actually inside the apartment. There was no need for anyone to go into said cold creepy dark basement.

-The fuse box is located about six feet off the ground. Behind the dryer.

-There are six fuse thingies in the box. The “on/off” switch on the outside of the fuse box apparently does nothing.

-None of the six fuse thingies are labeled. If you unscrew things, other things will turn off in other rooms. Like lights, computers, and other electronical stuff.

-The only way you can tell what controls what is to turn everything on, stand on a ladder to reach the fuse box and start unscrewing fuses and have someone else stand in other parts of the house to tell you what you just turned off.

-Labelmakers rule. Identifying and labelling the fuses for the future is a good thing.

-Messing with the fuses in the house may have accidentally f-ed up the garage door opener. The last time we checked, the door wouldn’t close via the electronic door opener and we had to close it manually. And Yoshi had to gank it shut by jamming something into the door so our garage wouldn’t be open all night. Oh and the light won’t turn off in there, either.

-There is one mystery fuse in our fuse box. We don’t know what the hell it controls. My theory is that it opens/closes Pandora’s Box. I’m not sure about that, though.

-Waiting for Yoshi to get home and not asking for the neighbors for help before it gets too late to ring their doorbell and ask for help was not a good choice of action.

-No matter how dumb the jozjozjoz is for trying to use the microwave and the toaster oven at the same time (even though at some level the jozjozjoz knew not to do this), the Yoshi will not call jozjozjoz retarded. Although the Yoshi did call the SITUATION retarded.

Tee and JeniJeniJeni do take our household distress calls late at night. Thanks! (Don’t worry, we didn’t electrocute ourselves!)

-jozjozjoz is responsible for calling the landlord and asking for help tomorrow.

Doh. I think I blew a fuse.

I started the microwave and the toaster oven at the same time and left the room. (I think I knew that I wasn’t supposed to do that.)

Now half the house has no power (kitchen, the den, half the living room). So that means the fridge isn’t working either. Or the TV/TiVo in the den.


And it’s dark and I would have to go down in the cold creepy dark basement to go flip the switch.

OR I can wait for Yoshi to get home and whine and cry so I don’t have to do it.

Guess which route I’m gonna take?

Oh well. At least my bowl of matzo ball soup got heated up before the power went kaput.

UPDATE @ 10:21p: Ok, so Yoshi is home and is not happy about the situation.

I really wish I could push some sort of “pause” button on the rest of the world & get some time to sleep & relax & catch up on random stuff…


That would be nice.

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