I honestly had no intention of posting anything today. I was only going to catch up on my letter writing and "checking in" with those few that actually wonder what I'm up to.
As per habit, anything I do on when I'm home involves having music in the background.
Decided to go on a trip down memory lane. Thought maybe I could take someone with me. More music, past and present, that I really love. The nice thing about these clips, is that if YOU think they suck, you can just turn them off and move on. :)
Sweet Water - "Head Down"
Another Seattle band that I've loved forever, and one of the few still recording from the 90's boom out of the northwest.
Oasis - "Little by Little"
Oh, how I love this band. Still buy their albums on release day. The next one is supposed to be digital exclusive. Fine by me. :)
Fiona Apple - "Shadowboxer"
My hands down favorite female singer/songwriter.
...and just to throw you off a bit (maybe)..
Pantera - "Five Minutes Alone"
Know you've heard it a million times, and you'll hear it a million more. I fucking LOVE this band!!! Seen them live 5 times, and cried when Darrell was shot and killed at the Damageplan show. Horrible, horrible tragedy.
Faith No More - "A Small Victory"
My favorite FNM song. It's from there second album, "Angel Dust", which I personally think is their best album, though I do love them all.
I said past and present, remember?....not done yet....
Queens of the Stone Age - "Make It Wit Chu"
This one is from the new album, and nothing else on the album sounds like this song. It actually seems kinda random, but I still love the song.
Queen - "Bicycle Race"
Holy shit...this band was awesome!!! My dad introduced me to this one, and I've loved them ever since :)
Elton John - "Bennie and the Jets"
Dad gave me this one too. My sister Heather loves it as well, we listened to it when we were in Vancouver in September.
Okay, I've tortured you long enough with this post. I plan on posting a movie one in a little while, but first, I have to do what I jumped online for in the first place. My letter writing. :)
31 December 2007
Story about a girl
Well, I've come to a decision. Something I have been struggling with for quite awhile. My story. It's nowhere near pleasant, so if you are an ultra sensitive person, you may want to stop reading this now. All I can say is it's a lot harder for me to write this than it is for you to read it. I decided to write it now, as I'm hoping to leave it behind me once and for all. I will condense this as much as possible, but it will probably still be pretty long. Sorry.
My first few years, in my memory, were fairly uneventful. I know of some of the things that took place during that time, but that will tie in soon enough. All I remember from that time is never really being comfortable in the presence of either one of my parents. I had wonderful grandparents though, and spent as much time as possible with them. My sister Carolina was born when I was 5 and came with a myriad of health problems, so most of her first year was spent in and out of the hospital. As is understandable in a situation like that, I kinda got lost in the shuffle. I don't resent that in any way. What does make me sad to this day is that my mother wrote me off at that time, and didn't bother with me anymore than she absolutely had to....ever again. Life went on.
When I was 7, my parents divorced. My father already had another girlfriend, so he went to live with her. As was the case back then, we were left in the custody of my mother. I still have a very clear vision of the night she told me my father was gone. Being that my sleep schedule was already fucked by that time, I was still well awake that night. I was watching "Saturday Night Live" at the time. My mother was on her way out the door when she stopped, looked at me, and said, "Your dad is gone. He's not going to live with us anymore." She left, and I cried. Funny the things you never forget, eh?
So the true nightmare begins.....
Strange people coming and going. My mother rarely home. There was a babysitter my sister and I used to go to while my mother was at work during the day. At night, we were left in the care of the neighbor girls, Maya and/or Maria. They also had 3 brothers (Henry, Elvis, and Sepiene) and a cousin (Oscar), who were also at our house all the time. All 4 of them were my mother's "boyfriends". Due to this, they were apparently under the impression I was part of the deal. I spent the the majority of the next 3 years being raped and sodomized by all four of them. I did attempt once to inform my mother of this fact. My reward for this was to be slapped, and told "They would never do that. Stop lying." So my nightmare continued. It caused a ridiculous amount of health issues, physically and mentally. I got to the point where I couldn't even hold my bladder anymore. It hurt just to be up and walking around. I spent an enormous amount of time showering, with the hope it could take away the feeling of disgust I always had. In case your wondering....it doesn't work.
During this time period, my sister and I stayed with my grandparents for close to a year. Just for the record, at to clarify it now so I don't have to repeat it...my mother has always been fond of drugs and alcohol. On one particular Mother's day, she went with Oscar to my grandma Connie's house to do her lawn as a gift. While she was there, she spent a lot of time drinking. By the time she left there, she was drunk enough to cause herself to be in a car accident. The result was the loss of her left arm to the elbow. She spent almost a year in and out of the hospital, which granted me a slight reprieve from my own personal hell. Eventually though, it was time to go home. My nightmare resumes.
Enter my dad, my stepfather Chris.....
He and my mother knew each other all of two weeks before they got married. He was 7 years her junior, and he went from single to husband and father just that quick. I give him an enormous amount of credit for that, as he took on an obligation that wasn't his, and he did so willingly. I also remember when they came to pick my sister and I from the sitter. We were driving home, and my mother turned around and said, "I have something to tell you." To which I said, "You got married." Needless to say, they were both more than a bit shocked. They hadn't told anyone else yet...hell, most people didn't even know they were together yet. "How did you know that?" I just shrugged. I couldn't, and still can't, really answer that question, I just knew somehow.
Well, after that, it took my dad all of about 2 months to notice something was wrong with me. I never told him directly what it was, but I think he knew from my reactions to any of the guys coming around that it had to do with them (yes, they were still coming around). He vetoed the guys from coming into our house, and me going to theirs. Due to the severity of my physical health issues (the bladder one being the worst at that time), I was finally taken to the doctor. I spent the next couple of years, between ages 10 and 12, going for doctor visits, tests, and the like. Was told the likeliness of me being able to bear children of my own was slim to none. I also went to a psychiatrist for a few visits, but as soon as my mother heard things she didn't want others to know, that was the end of that. I got most of the physical issues as fixed as they could be, but mentally started shutting down. Spent the time I wasn't at school hiding in my room, most of the time in the closet. I'm still not sure why I did that, it just always seemed like my only safe place. Life continues.
When I was 12, my brother Chad was born. A little less than 2 years later, my sister Heather came along. By that time, I was old enough to take care of them, so we rarely went to the sitter anymore. Dad was a long haul truck driver, so he wasn't home as much as he wanted to be. Not that it mattered. You see, my mother's "extracurricular" activities never stopped. She just had to hide it again. Shortly after Heather's birth, they decided that it was time for us to move to a new town, and a bigger home. After some hunting around, they decided to move us to a small town right outside of Riverside, CA (halfway between Orange Co. and San Diego). The house they had purchased was still being built, and since our other house was sold already, we went to stay with a friend of my mother's. We weren't there very long, but my mother managed to wreak havoc in that situation as well. An unexpected early return home by my dad resulted in her getting caught with her pants down....literally. I remember that fight well. But as my dad didn't want to leave his children behind, he forgave her and chose to stick it out.
Then, to Riverside....
By this time, in addition to her alcohol and pill problem, she decided to throw a meth habit in for good measure. She also decided to include my dad in this little game. Which brought with it a fresh new hell. I was pretty much completely in charge of the care of Chad and Heather by this point, the only time they weren't in my care was when I was in school. I was also introduced to the lovely experience of alcohol/drug induced beatings, egged on (and sometimes she even contributed) by my mother. Once I was beat up by both of them so bad, I spent the next week and a half wearing jeans and turtlenecks to school so no one would see it. This, like everything else, I considered my own fault. With the continuing drug and alcohol abuse by my parents, the beatings just continued to get worse. When I was 15, I finally decided to try and do something about it, and I told one of my teachers, who had already questioned me about it once before. No more beatings. It didn't matter, I still continued the mental shutdown. I slept less and less. The one constant thought that ran through my head all this time? Better to let them take it out on me only, rather than include the other 3 kids. I'm thankful it never happened, and would deal with it all the same to ensure that it didn't.
The next few years were kind of surreal. My parents grew more distant from each other, since dad was always working, and my mother was always partying. Since the accident, she didn't have to work, she received a $1,000 a month disability check. That, and the money dad made driving made our life more (monetarily) comfortable than most. I took on more and more responsibilities as time went on, and my grades at school started to suffer. I just dealt with it, I didn't really have a choice. My biological father was just finishing up marriage number 2, and was already on to the next girl, so there was no help there. By senior year, my mother decided I didn't need to go to school, that it was more important for me to be home to take care of the kids and the house. So I was pulled out after only a month of school. I was paying the bills (my mother showed me how to sign her name so I could do this), taking care of the kids, and keeping up the house. After a month of this, I just couldn't handle it anymore. I called my grandma Carol, and asked her if I could come stay with them. She said yes, so that afternoon when I went to go pay some of the household bills after being screamed at by mother, I took the ATM card with me as well, took $300 dollars out, and bailed. Within 6 hours, I was at my grandparents. She tells people she went looking for me, but I call bullshit on that. You see, I took the public local buses to get there, and had to sit out in the open for 2 hours waiting for the bus to take me to Orange Co., and was looking to see if she showed up, so I could go hide somewhere if she did. That's why I know she was full of it. If she had been there, she wouldn't have been able to miss me.
I showed up at my grandparents house that Friday night, and by Sunday, my "father" had come to get me to stay with him and his newest girlfriend, Joni. She was really a nice person, she and her family were very good to me the short time I was around. I stayed with them a little over a year, but ended up living with a friend of mine. My father was too busy to have anytime for me, so he cared for me the only way he knew how...leaving notes with money attached on the front door, so I would get them on the way out to school. It got old fast. Money has never been important to me, all I really wanted was for someone to give a shit. No go.
During my short stay with my friend, my mother finally found me. Turns out my dad walked a month after I did, and was now living in Washington state. After many tears and begging, my mother convinced me to come home and help her with the kids.
Suckered again....
I went this route for about 2 years. By this time, my mother had a whole new set of men, and still no time for her children. I was 19 1/2 when I went home. My sister Carolina was 14 at the time, and was a self contained unit. She had developed a meth habit of her own by this time, as was screwing anyone who asked. My mother KNEW this, and had no issue. Believe it or not, she was proud. Seriously. I found out later that she had already been telling people her oldest daughter was a lesbian, because of the fact that I refused to whore myself around. So mother was never around, my sister was twacked out all the time, and it was my job to keep it from the little ones as much as possible. Carolina and I never really got along, and this was just made worse because of her drug habit. That put a whole new responsibility on my shoulders. Doing my best to make sure my 14 year old sister didn't drop dead. I can't tell you how many times I went to her room when she crashed once a week from being up and doped for most of it. I was constantly going in to check to make sure she was still breathing. At one point, she did try to clean up, but it only lasted a few months. There is nothing worse in this world than watching you little sister going through meth withdrawals, I promise. During her brief stint of sobriety, we got along for the briefest moment. The draw of the drugs was too much for her though, as my mother always had her supply in the house. So within a few months of using again, Carolina became pregnant with her first daughter. Still a baby, and having one of her own.
At the end of this last stint with my mother, she had a full blown meth/pill habit, and was an alcoholic of the highest order. During one of her major drunks, we finally had it out. Her shitting on me, as usual, and me finally telling her I was done with that. Her last words to me before I went out the door.....
"When I was pregnant with your sister (Carolina), your father wanted me to get an abortion. I wish I had done that with you."
I left, and never went back.
I went to stay with my grandparents once again. I had been staying there for about 3 months when I received a phone call from my dad's new girlfriend, Tammi (my mama). She told me my dad wanted to get full custody of Chad and Heather, and asked if I would be willing to help. To which I said yes. There were so many people that ended up testifying against my mother retaining custody, she didn't have a chance. So Chad and Heather moved to Washington. A couple of weeks before my 22nd birthday, I get a phone call from my dad, asking me if I wanted to come move up with him and the kids.
So begins my life in the Northwest.....
It becomes fairly uneventful from here, just minor blips here and there. It was very strange for me to be encouraged to do something for myself. I never had before. I checked into school, got a job, had a life of my own for the first time ever. Met a boy, got engaged, broke up with him 5 years later. Moved farther north (Bellingham) a year later, and met some of the most wonderful people, my closest friends in the world, a makeshift family of my very own. The blood is not what binds and makes family for everybody, kids.
If any of you are wondering how I could forgive my dad, even though he was not of my blood, and not forgive my mother....well, because to this day, my mother blames me for everything wrong in her life. She tells people that I'm evil, and a variety of other lovely comments like that.
My dad on the other hand....when he moved to Washington, he decided to do something about his problem. He cut the drugs, and put himself through AA, because he wanted to be around for his children. That, and when I moved up to Washington, he apologized to me, and asked me to forgive him for what he had done wrong. How could I not, especially when I knew he was sincere about it? For the couple years of bad, he did much more good for me than anyone else ever has, and was, and still is the best daddy a girl could ever wish for.
So this is me. These are some of the events in my life that shaped who I am today. Still wishing the people who brought me into this world would just stop and give a shit about something other than themselves, but they are both as selfish as ever. Trying to grasp a little bit of happiness while I'm still here. There is of course a lot more to this story, but nothing I choose to talk about at this time.
Not that it matters. I think you get the point.
My first few years, in my memory, were fairly uneventful. I know of some of the things that took place during that time, but that will tie in soon enough. All I remember from that time is never really being comfortable in the presence of either one of my parents. I had wonderful grandparents though, and spent as much time as possible with them. My sister Carolina was born when I was 5 and came with a myriad of health problems, so most of her first year was spent in and out of the hospital. As is understandable in a situation like that, I kinda got lost in the shuffle. I don't resent that in any way. What does make me sad to this day is that my mother wrote me off at that time, and didn't bother with me anymore than she absolutely had to....ever again. Life went on.
When I was 7, my parents divorced. My father already had another girlfriend, so he went to live with her. As was the case back then, we were left in the custody of my mother. I still have a very clear vision of the night she told me my father was gone. Being that my sleep schedule was already fucked by that time, I was still well awake that night. I was watching "Saturday Night Live" at the time. My mother was on her way out the door when she stopped, looked at me, and said, "Your dad is gone. He's not going to live with us anymore." She left, and I cried. Funny the things you never forget, eh?
So the true nightmare begins.....
Strange people coming and going. My mother rarely home. There was a babysitter my sister and I used to go to while my mother was at work during the day. At night, we were left in the care of the neighbor girls, Maya and/or Maria. They also had 3 brothers (Henry, Elvis, and Sepiene) and a cousin (Oscar), who were also at our house all the time. All 4 of them were my mother's "boyfriends". Due to this, they were apparently under the impression I was part of the deal. I spent the the majority of the next 3 years being raped and sodomized by all four of them. I did attempt once to inform my mother of this fact. My reward for this was to be slapped, and told "They would never do that. Stop lying." So my nightmare continued. It caused a ridiculous amount of health issues, physically and mentally. I got to the point where I couldn't even hold my bladder anymore. It hurt just to be up and walking around. I spent an enormous amount of time showering, with the hope it could take away the feeling of disgust I always had. In case your wondering....it doesn't work.
During this time period, my sister and I stayed with my grandparents for close to a year. Just for the record, at to clarify it now so I don't have to repeat it...my mother has always been fond of drugs and alcohol. On one particular Mother's day, she went with Oscar to my grandma Connie's house to do her lawn as a gift. While she was there, she spent a lot of time drinking. By the time she left there, she was drunk enough to cause herself to be in a car accident. The result was the loss of her left arm to the elbow. She spent almost a year in and out of the hospital, which granted me a slight reprieve from my own personal hell. Eventually though, it was time to go home. My nightmare resumes.
Enter my dad, my stepfather Chris.....
He and my mother knew each other all of two weeks before they got married. He was 7 years her junior, and he went from single to husband and father just that quick. I give him an enormous amount of credit for that, as he took on an obligation that wasn't his, and he did so willingly. I also remember when they came to pick my sister and I from the sitter. We were driving home, and my mother turned around and said, "I have something to tell you." To which I said, "You got married." Needless to say, they were both more than a bit shocked. They hadn't told anyone else yet...hell, most people didn't even know they were together yet. "How did you know that?" I just shrugged. I couldn't, and still can't, really answer that question, I just knew somehow.
Well, after that, it took my dad all of about 2 months to notice something was wrong with me. I never told him directly what it was, but I think he knew from my reactions to any of the guys coming around that it had to do with them (yes, they were still coming around). He vetoed the guys from coming into our house, and me going to theirs. Due to the severity of my physical health issues (the bladder one being the worst at that time), I was finally taken to the doctor. I spent the next couple of years, between ages 10 and 12, going for doctor visits, tests, and the like. Was told the likeliness of me being able to bear children of my own was slim to none. I also went to a psychiatrist for a few visits, but as soon as my mother heard things she didn't want others to know, that was the end of that. I got most of the physical issues as fixed as they could be, but mentally started shutting down. Spent the time I wasn't at school hiding in my room, most of the time in the closet. I'm still not sure why I did that, it just always seemed like my only safe place. Life continues.
When I was 12, my brother Chad was born. A little less than 2 years later, my sister Heather came along. By that time, I was old enough to take care of them, so we rarely went to the sitter anymore. Dad was a long haul truck driver, so he wasn't home as much as he wanted to be. Not that it mattered. You see, my mother's "extracurricular" activities never stopped. She just had to hide it again. Shortly after Heather's birth, they decided that it was time for us to move to a new town, and a bigger home. After some hunting around, they decided to move us to a small town right outside of Riverside, CA (halfway between Orange Co. and San Diego). The house they had purchased was still being built, and since our other house was sold already, we went to stay with a friend of my mother's. We weren't there very long, but my mother managed to wreak havoc in that situation as well. An unexpected early return home by my dad resulted in her getting caught with her pants down....literally. I remember that fight well. But as my dad didn't want to leave his children behind, he forgave her and chose to stick it out.
Then, to Riverside....
By this time, in addition to her alcohol and pill problem, she decided to throw a meth habit in for good measure. She also decided to include my dad in this little game. Which brought with it a fresh new hell. I was pretty much completely in charge of the care of Chad and Heather by this point, the only time they weren't in my care was when I was in school. I was also introduced to the lovely experience of alcohol/drug induced beatings, egged on (and sometimes she even contributed) by my mother. Once I was beat up by both of them so bad, I spent the next week and a half wearing jeans and turtlenecks to school so no one would see it. This, like everything else, I considered my own fault. With the continuing drug and alcohol abuse by my parents, the beatings just continued to get worse. When I was 15, I finally decided to try and do something about it, and I told one of my teachers, who had already questioned me about it once before. No more beatings. It didn't matter, I still continued the mental shutdown. I slept less and less. The one constant thought that ran through my head all this time? Better to let them take it out on me only, rather than include the other 3 kids. I'm thankful it never happened, and would deal with it all the same to ensure that it didn't.
The next few years were kind of surreal. My parents grew more distant from each other, since dad was always working, and my mother was always partying. Since the accident, she didn't have to work, she received a $1,000 a month disability check. That, and the money dad made driving made our life more (monetarily) comfortable than most. I took on more and more responsibilities as time went on, and my grades at school started to suffer. I just dealt with it, I didn't really have a choice. My biological father was just finishing up marriage number 2, and was already on to the next girl, so there was no help there. By senior year, my mother decided I didn't need to go to school, that it was more important for me to be home to take care of the kids and the house. So I was pulled out after only a month of school. I was paying the bills (my mother showed me how to sign her name so I could do this), taking care of the kids, and keeping up the house. After a month of this, I just couldn't handle it anymore. I called my grandma Carol, and asked her if I could come stay with them. She said yes, so that afternoon when I went to go pay some of the household bills after being screamed at by mother, I took the ATM card with me as well, took $300 dollars out, and bailed. Within 6 hours, I was at my grandparents. She tells people she went looking for me, but I call bullshit on that. You see, I took the public local buses to get there, and had to sit out in the open for 2 hours waiting for the bus to take me to Orange Co., and was looking to see if she showed up, so I could go hide somewhere if she did. That's why I know she was full of it. If she had been there, she wouldn't have been able to miss me.
I showed up at my grandparents house that Friday night, and by Sunday, my "father" had come to get me to stay with him and his newest girlfriend, Joni. She was really a nice person, she and her family were very good to me the short time I was around. I stayed with them a little over a year, but ended up living with a friend of mine. My father was too busy to have anytime for me, so he cared for me the only way he knew how...leaving notes with money attached on the front door, so I would get them on the way out to school. It got old fast. Money has never been important to me, all I really wanted was for someone to give a shit. No go.
During my short stay with my friend, my mother finally found me. Turns out my dad walked a month after I did, and was now living in Washington state. After many tears and begging, my mother convinced me to come home and help her with the kids.
Suckered again....
I went this route for about 2 years. By this time, my mother had a whole new set of men, and still no time for her children. I was 19 1/2 when I went home. My sister Carolina was 14 at the time, and was a self contained unit. She had developed a meth habit of her own by this time, as was screwing anyone who asked. My mother KNEW this, and had no issue. Believe it or not, she was proud. Seriously. I found out later that she had already been telling people her oldest daughter was a lesbian, because of the fact that I refused to whore myself around. So mother was never around, my sister was twacked out all the time, and it was my job to keep it from the little ones as much as possible. Carolina and I never really got along, and this was just made worse because of her drug habit. That put a whole new responsibility on my shoulders. Doing my best to make sure my 14 year old sister didn't drop dead. I can't tell you how many times I went to her room when she crashed once a week from being up and doped for most of it. I was constantly going in to check to make sure she was still breathing. At one point, she did try to clean up, but it only lasted a few months. There is nothing worse in this world than watching you little sister going through meth withdrawals, I promise. During her brief stint of sobriety, we got along for the briefest moment. The draw of the drugs was too much for her though, as my mother always had her supply in the house. So within a few months of using again, Carolina became pregnant with her first daughter. Still a baby, and having one of her own.
At the end of this last stint with my mother, she had a full blown meth/pill habit, and was an alcoholic of the highest order. During one of her major drunks, we finally had it out. Her shitting on me, as usual, and me finally telling her I was done with that. Her last words to me before I went out the door.....
"When I was pregnant with your sister (Carolina), your father wanted me to get an abortion. I wish I had done that with you."
I left, and never went back.
I went to stay with my grandparents once again. I had been staying there for about 3 months when I received a phone call from my dad's new girlfriend, Tammi (my mama). She told me my dad wanted to get full custody of Chad and Heather, and asked if I would be willing to help. To which I said yes. There were so many people that ended up testifying against my mother retaining custody, she didn't have a chance. So Chad and Heather moved to Washington. A couple of weeks before my 22nd birthday, I get a phone call from my dad, asking me if I wanted to come move up with him and the kids.
So begins my life in the Northwest.....
It becomes fairly uneventful from here, just minor blips here and there. It was very strange for me to be encouraged to do something for myself. I never had before. I checked into school, got a job, had a life of my own for the first time ever. Met a boy, got engaged, broke up with him 5 years later. Moved farther north (Bellingham) a year later, and met some of the most wonderful people, my closest friends in the world, a makeshift family of my very own. The blood is not what binds and makes family for everybody, kids.
If any of you are wondering how I could forgive my dad, even though he was not of my blood, and not forgive my mother....well, because to this day, my mother blames me for everything wrong in her life. She tells people that I'm evil, and a variety of other lovely comments like that.
My dad on the other hand....when he moved to Washington, he decided to do something about his problem. He cut the drugs, and put himself through AA, because he wanted to be around for his children. That, and when I moved up to Washington, he apologized to me, and asked me to forgive him for what he had done wrong. How could I not, especially when I knew he was sincere about it? For the couple years of bad, he did much more good for me than anyone else ever has, and was, and still is the best daddy a girl could ever wish for.
So this is me. These are some of the events in my life that shaped who I am today. Still wishing the people who brought me into this world would just stop and give a shit about something other than themselves, but they are both as selfish as ever. Trying to grasp a little bit of happiness while I'm still here. There is of course a lot more to this story, but nothing I choose to talk about at this time.
Not that it matters. I think you get the point.
28 December 2007
"...by flashlight I had found you, you just held my hand...."
7 weeks ago today...I published a post entitled "A week ago today".
2 months ago began a time in my life that I honestly thought would never happen.
Happiness, the real and true kind. The kind that makes you smile for no reason at all, where before it felt like you had no reason to. Where you can't remember the time before the person causing it came into your life. The kind that makes you lifelong friends.
A happiness so deep and true, that you can't imagine your life without them.
I used to worry alot. I'm so used to things going to shit in my life, that I spent a bit of time waiting for the proverbial "other shoe" to drop.
He told me to knock it off. So I did.
Our only issue at this point is the distance.
But in 3 1/2 months...
I'm gonna fix that too.
So in response to my own post, as I said I would....
It's going VERY well, thank you.
2 months ago began a time in my life that I honestly thought would never happen.
Happiness, the real and true kind. The kind that makes you smile for no reason at all, where before it felt like you had no reason to. Where you can't remember the time before the person causing it came into your life. The kind that makes you lifelong friends.
A happiness so deep and true, that you can't imagine your life without them.
I used to worry alot. I'm so used to things going to shit in my life, that I spent a bit of time waiting for the proverbial "other shoe" to drop.
He told me to knock it off. So I did.
Our only issue at this point is the distance.
But in 3 1/2 months...
I'm gonna fix that too.
So in response to my own post, as I said I would....
It's going VERY well, thank you.
"...part and parcel to our collision..."
You're probably wondering why I'm posting a clip of a trailer for a movie that came out, like, forever ago. Because it's my blog, and I can do what I please.
Technically, the beginning of "the game" revolves around this movie. It's how I came to meet my sweetie. Hence the title of the post.. :)
Technically, the beginning of "the game" revolves around this movie. It's how I came to meet my sweetie. Hence the title of the post.. :)
"When The World Ends (live)" - Dave Matthews Band
So there's this game, right? I play it with my sweetie. And I know damn near anyone who has been in a relationship has probably played this game at least once.
The "oh, let's be cute and quote other people's song lyrics to each other" game.
Don't act like you haven't done it. Right now, Susie is reading this, rolling her eyes, and laughing. Whatever, Susie, I know what your gonna say the next time I see you, too.lol It's fun. You should do it. We actually do movies AND music. It's worked out well so far.. :)
This is one of Dave Matthew's best songs, I think. Definitely very sweet.
All I can say is it's one of those songs you hear, and think, "This is how I want to feel about someone/want them to feel about me" kinda songs. Listen, you'll see.
The "oh, let's be cute and quote other people's song lyrics to each other" game.
Don't act like you haven't done it. Right now, Susie is reading this, rolling her eyes, and laughing. Whatever, Susie, I know what your gonna say the next time I see you, too.lol It's fun. You should do it. We actually do movies AND music. It's worked out well so far.. :)
This is one of Dave Matthew's best songs, I think. Definitely very sweet.
All I can say is it's one of those songs you hear, and think, "This is how I want to feel about someone/want them to feel about me" kinda songs. Listen, you'll see.
26 December 2007
"Soul One" - Blind Melon (tribute video for Shannon Hoon)
Another band I loved that is now lost to me, due to Shannon Hoon overdosing. Just heartbreaking sometimes that many someones so talented (Hoon, Cobain, Joplin, Hendrix, etc.) go out this way. As if it's not hard enough to find something decent to listen to these days....
Beautiful song, great video.
Beautiful song, great video.
"Dream Brother", live - Jeff Buckley
Now that I have started on the music track today, I've decided to continue with it, as I'm finding some good stuff today.
Jeff Buckley. What I consider to be one of the most tragic losses in the music world. He was an exceptional songwriter, his voice unparalled, and we were lucky to have him as long as we did.
Jeff Buckley. What I consider to be one of the most tragic losses in the music world. He was an exceptional songwriter, his voice unparalled, and we were lucky to have him as long as we did.
Today's music lesson...
I've spent the last 6 months, with a ways to go yet, replacing music that has been stolen from me in the last 10 years. Unfortunately, a bit of it will never be replaced. CD's I bought of bands that no longer exist, mostly purchased at shows I've been too.
Thanks to Amazon.com though, I've been able to replace things I never thought I'd see again. For example, one of the musicians I mentioned a couple of days ago, Carrie Akre. One of the first female singers I ever thought was great, and gave me two bands to love. The first?
Hammerbox. Got two albums from them before they split up. This song is called "Trip", it's from their second album, "Numb"....recently replaced...
The video is kinda funny, it was used for a series of videos made for the game "Road Rash". Never saw it before today, but I love this song, that's why I used it.
The second?
Goodness. Released 4 albums before splitting. Lack of a real record deal was the culprit of this split. Well, for some of the band at least. Carrie Akre still performs solo, and I've heard former bassist Fiia McGann still performs with her.
See, I know some stuff. Although to most....useless information.
Thanks to Amazon.com though, I've been able to replace things I never thought I'd see again. For example, one of the musicians I mentioned a couple of days ago, Carrie Akre. One of the first female singers I ever thought was great, and gave me two bands to love. The first?
Hammerbox. Got two albums from them before they split up. This song is called "Trip", it's from their second album, "Numb"....recently replaced...
The video is kinda funny, it was used for a series of videos made for the game "Road Rash". Never saw it before today, but I love this song, that's why I used it.
The second?
Goodness. Released 4 albums before splitting. Lack of a real record deal was the culprit of this split. Well, for some of the band at least. Carrie Akre still performs solo, and I've heard former bassist Fiia McGann still performs with her.
See, I know some stuff. Although to most....useless information.
25 December 2007
Some last Christmas cheer..
This joke was sent to me last night....enjoy all.. :)
A family is sitting at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many different kinds of boobs are there?"
The father, surprised, answers "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her 20's, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter says, "Mum, how many different kinds of 'willies' are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his 20's, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30's to 40's, it is like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his 50's, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes dear - dead from the root up, and the balls are just for decoration."
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cheers, all!!
A family is sitting at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many different kinds of boobs are there?"
The father, surprised, answers "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her 20's, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter says, "Mum, how many different kinds of 'willies' are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his 20's, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30's to 40's, it is like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his 50's, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes dear - dead from the root up, and the balls are just for decoration."
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cheers, all!!
"...what are you thinkin'??...."
Christmas puts me in a strange frame of mind. I think the last time I enjoyed it, I mean, really LOVED it, I was 8 years old. My parents were already divorced a year by then, my father living his new life with a new woman. My mother was sitting in the hospital at the time, victim of her vices. Drunk driving caused the loss of her left arm to the elbow, so she was in the hospital for about a year. So the care of my sister Carolina and I was left to my grandparents, my Garcia grandparents that is.
No strange people, no hiding in my closet from the nightmare I was living at home with my mother. No falling asleep in class because I wasn't sleeping at night. No crying all the time, wondering why the two people who brought me into this world were never there when I needed them the most.
Only peaceful sleep, something I have not enjoyed since that time. The love of my family, without all the hurt and regret behind it. A true happiness I have not felt since then. Something that so many people tend to take for granted.
Where I'm going with this is....
You only go around this crazy place once. Take your moments where you can get them, make the most of what you have, and never take for granted the people in the world who truly love you, because you never know when they're gonna be gone.
Never regret it....
No strange people, no hiding in my closet from the nightmare I was living at home with my mother. No falling asleep in class because I wasn't sleeping at night. No crying all the time, wondering why the two people who brought me into this world were never there when I needed them the most.
Only peaceful sleep, something I have not enjoyed since that time. The love of my family, without all the hurt and regret behind it. A true happiness I have not felt since then. Something that so many people tend to take for granted.
Where I'm going with this is....
You only go around this crazy place once. Take your moments where you can get them, make the most of what you have, and never take for granted the people in the world who truly love you, because you never know when they're gonna be gone.
Never regret it....
Christmas Day
It's finally here. Which means it finally OVER!! At this very moment, I'm having the best Christmas imaginable.
I'm the only one home. Well, me and the dog.
It's absolutely glorious.
Merry Christmas all, best wishes to you and yours this holiday season.
I'm the only one home. Well, me and the dog.
It's absolutely glorious.
Merry Christmas all, best wishes to you and yours this holiday season.
24 December 2007
Green Street Hooligans - "You stand your ground and fight..."
This is another one of those great, word of mouth movies. My brother Alfred and I have pretty identical tastes in movies, so he brought this one over for us to watch one day. Great movie, Elijah Wood is phenomenal in this one.
The holidays are great
Another joyous night at work, come and gone. It wasn't nearly as bad as I originally thought, but it was definitely interesting.
Everyone was very proud of me tonight. In the holiday spirit, I totally resisted the urge to knock some stupid girl out. She was asking for it so bad, she should have been wearing a sign that said, "please, oh PLEASE, kick me!!" Instead, I decided to let her make herself look like an asshole in front of the other customers. It worked.
She came into the restaurant with her parents, and her 11 year old sister. They decided they would eat there. Of course. They ordered, then went and sat down. Well, the three adults sat down. Little sister decided that jumping up and down on the booth seat like a fucking 2 year old was better than sitting. Until her weight jumping on the 15 year old booth seat made it break.
So big sister decided it was her job to come up and start bitching about how her little sister could have gotten hurt, and what kind of restaurant were we running, etc. Let her rant, then she went away, and I had Kat go get the seat and bring it to the office. Then big sister decided that she wanted her money back, corporate's phone number, blah, blah...the whole time I swear she was trying to get me pissed. I started to, then just showed her that I could be alot louder than she could. Got her name and information, gave them their money back, and sent them on their way. Called risk management, gave them all the info, and washed my hands of it all.
They'll give her free pizza, and since she's from out of town, we'll never see them again. Score.
The only other blip in the night was kinda funny, and our drunk call of the night. I was a little off, it didn't come until 9:45. I had just got back from McDonald's, was only gone a few minutes.
As soon as I came in the door, Kat started laughing, and said, "phone for you, manager".
Here we go....
me: "What the fuck is this one about?"
Kat: "He wants to know why delivery time is 2 hours, and he won't listen to me, he wants to talk to you. Oh, by the way, he's drunker than shit..."
Great.
me: "This is the manager, how can I help you?"
customer: "Yeah, why did I just have to wait five minutes to talk to you?"
VERY drunk....more fun to fuck with that way....
me: "Well, probably because we've been pretty busy all night, and it was the first chance I had for a break. I used it to go to the bathroom. Which is where I was. How can I help you, sir?"
customer: "Oh.....the girl that I was talking to told me that delivery time is over 2 hours, and I don't understand how that's possible. I've been ordering from you guys for years, and I don't see why I should have to wait that long."
Asshole...
me: "Sir, there are 8 people who called before you did, and ordered for delivery. My ONE driver is on 2 deliveries as we speak, and still has to get the other 8 taken care when he gets back. I'm not going to take your order, and then put it in front of the 8 people that ordered before you."
customer: "Why not? Not even if I pay you more than they did? I don't want to wait 2 hours."
me: "If you want pizza, that's how long it's gonna be."
customer: "Your the manager? You mean to tell me your willing to lose a customer over something like making me wait that long for food? I told you I'd pay more. You really would give up a customer like that?"
me: "Yup."
You have no clue how hard it was not to laugh at him. Especially with certain people in the backround laughing while they were listening to me mess with him.
customer: "Wow, I can't believe it. Well, I'm not gonna be eating at Pizza Hut anymore, that's for sure, and...."
Didn't even let him finish.
me: "That's too bad, sir. Since that's the way you feel, I'll just go ahead and put your account in the non-delivery section, so you won't have to worry about it. You have a good night. Goodbye."
*click*
I'll bet that fucker passed out, wondering if that conversation really ended that way.
Everyone was very proud of me tonight. In the holiday spirit, I totally resisted the urge to knock some stupid girl out. She was asking for it so bad, she should have been wearing a sign that said, "please, oh PLEASE, kick me!!" Instead, I decided to let her make herself look like an asshole in front of the other customers. It worked.
She came into the restaurant with her parents, and her 11 year old sister. They decided they would eat there. Of course. They ordered, then went and sat down. Well, the three adults sat down. Little sister decided that jumping up and down on the booth seat like a fucking 2 year old was better than sitting. Until her weight jumping on the 15 year old booth seat made it break.
So big sister decided it was her job to come up and start bitching about how her little sister could have gotten hurt, and what kind of restaurant were we running, etc. Let her rant, then she went away, and I had Kat go get the seat and bring it to the office. Then big sister decided that she wanted her money back, corporate's phone number, blah, blah...the whole time I swear she was trying to get me pissed. I started to, then just showed her that I could be alot louder than she could. Got her name and information, gave them their money back, and sent them on their way. Called risk management, gave them all the info, and washed my hands of it all.
They'll give her free pizza, and since she's from out of town, we'll never see them again. Score.
The only other blip in the night was kinda funny, and our drunk call of the night. I was a little off, it didn't come until 9:45. I had just got back from McDonald's, was only gone a few minutes.
As soon as I came in the door, Kat started laughing, and said, "phone for you, manager".
Here we go....
me: "What the fuck is this one about?"
Kat: "He wants to know why delivery time is 2 hours, and he won't listen to me, he wants to talk to you. Oh, by the way, he's drunker than shit..."
Great.
me: "This is the manager, how can I help you?"
customer: "Yeah, why did I just have to wait five minutes to talk to you?"
VERY drunk....more fun to fuck with that way....
me: "Well, probably because we've been pretty busy all night, and it was the first chance I had for a break. I used it to go to the bathroom. Which is where I was. How can I help you, sir?"
customer: "Oh.....the girl that I was talking to told me that delivery time is over 2 hours, and I don't understand how that's possible. I've been ordering from you guys for years, and I don't see why I should have to wait that long."
Asshole...
me: "Sir, there are 8 people who called before you did, and ordered for delivery. My ONE driver is on 2 deliveries as we speak, and still has to get the other 8 taken care when he gets back. I'm not going to take your order, and then put it in front of the 8 people that ordered before you."
customer: "Why not? Not even if I pay you more than they did? I don't want to wait 2 hours."
me: "If you want pizza, that's how long it's gonna be."
customer: "Your the manager? You mean to tell me your willing to lose a customer over something like making me wait that long for food? I told you I'd pay more. You really would give up a customer like that?"
me: "Yup."
You have no clue how hard it was not to laugh at him. Especially with certain people in the backround laughing while they were listening to me mess with him.
customer: "Wow, I can't believe it. Well, I'm not gonna be eating at Pizza Hut anymore, that's for sure, and...."
Didn't even let him finish.
me: "That's too bad, sir. Since that's the way you feel, I'll just go ahead and put your account in the non-delivery section, so you won't have to worry about it. You have a good night. Goodbye."
*click*
I'll bet that fucker passed out, wondering if that conversation really ended that way.
23 December 2007
Almost over...
And not soon enough, as far as I'm concerned. People tend to be a little strange around the holiday season. It usually starts the day after Thanksgiving, and lasts until New Years. Oddly enough, all the mayhem revolves around one day.
Christmas.
It makes work interesting, that's for sure. I imagine I'll be walking into a nightmare when I get to work 2 hours from now. It's the last shopping day before Christmas eve, and since it's Sunday, well....yeah, there will be crazies out shopping tomorrow, but I don't care about that, as I will be hiding here in my rabbit hole, far away from it all. No work for at least 2 days.
Assuming Brandon doesn't try to call out tomorrow. I would have to go in, as I'm the only other person available. He better not, if he knows what's good for him.
So it will be another night of either disgustingly obnoxious or overly nice customers. The drunks are calling earlier everyday, so I think those calls should start calling around 7 tonight.
Great. But I know everyone at work will be happy to see me walk through that front door tonight instead of Brandon.lol
Which means if you come into the restaurant tonight.....keep your shitty attitudes to yourself.
Or you will be heading right back out the front door....and looking for another place to eat.
Christmas.
It makes work interesting, that's for sure. I imagine I'll be walking into a nightmare when I get to work 2 hours from now. It's the last shopping day before Christmas eve, and since it's Sunday, well....yeah, there will be crazies out shopping tomorrow, but I don't care about that, as I will be hiding here in my rabbit hole, far away from it all. No work for at least 2 days.
Assuming Brandon doesn't try to call out tomorrow. I would have to go in, as I'm the only other person available. He better not, if he knows what's good for him.
So it will be another night of either disgustingly obnoxious or overly nice customers. The drunks are calling earlier everyday, so I think those calls should start calling around 7 tonight.
Great. But I know everyone at work will be happy to see me walk through that front door tonight instead of Brandon.lol
Which means if you come into the restaurant tonight.....keep your shitty attitudes to yourself.
Or you will be heading right back out the front door....and looking for another place to eat.
More music, from me to you
Tonight, I'm going to tell you a fun story. It's one of my favorite concert stories about a band I still love and listen to. The band?
Tripping Daisy. If you never heard of them, I wouldn't be horribly surprised. But I can almost guarantee you know their one song that got a whole lot of play.
"I Got A Girl". Probably heard it at least once, I'm sure. Far from their best song, but still a good one. Which leads to the story.
I moved to the Northwest, in January of 1994. Gig Harbor, Washington to be precise. I lived there with my dad, brother Chad and sister Heather. I spent all day listening to the radio and gaming, since I had nothing to do when Chad and Heather were at school. Hear on the radio one day of a two-day concert at the stadium where the Tacoma Rainiers played baseball. Most of the bands were either up and coming, or still unknowns. The two biggest bands playing were both local. Presidents of the U.s.(fun as hell when they play), and a band called Goodness, which came about from a band called Hammerbox. Great singer/songwriter Carrie Akre, you should give them a listen.
Anyhow, I decided 3 months of hanging out in the house was long enough. Told dad I NEEDED to go to this show, didn't even want to go both days, just the first. My dad has always been big on us going to concerts, so he bought my ticket, and drove me there. My dad is awesome. For those of you currently confused by my last sentence, I told ya before...
my stepdad = my dad, or daddy
biological father = father
Got it?
The couple of weeks before the show, the station began to play songs of the bands that were playing those two days. That was the first time I heard "Girl", and was kinda excited to see what the band was like live. I went to the local record store to see about getting the CD. Wasn't out for another month. Bullshit, I tell you.
This was the line-up that Saturday in April. Show started at noon, was slated to be over around 10pm.
Goodness - the most popular unsigned local band at the time
Deftones - shortly before the release of their first album, and the first I had ever heard of them. I have been a fan ever since.
Steel Pole Bathtub - A whole lot of suck. I went and got another beer and went to the bathroom.
Hagfish - Another band I love a whole lot, with its own set of stories for another time. Super fun shows, and they are great with their fans.
Tripping Daisy - Getting to that one...
Possum Dixon - The band that led me to bands like Weezer and Matt Good. They are the only other band I knew going in, as they Were a Southern California band I had been listening to for awhile.
There were a couple of other bands after that, but I couldn't even tell ya anything about them, I left after the last band I mentioned.
By the time Hagfish took the stage, it was around 3pm. There were about 100 people in front of the stage, everyone else was just kinda hanging out in the stands, getting trashed. Halfway through their set, I notice this short little guy standing in front of me, bouncing around to the music. I only say short, 'cause I'm 5'8", and he was like 5'3". After the song was over, he turns around and says to me, "aren't these guys great?" We spent the rest of the set chatting about the band, the people hanging out in the stands, his hair (he had it all spiked up, and it was bleach blond with pink, green, purple, and blue on the tips...it was awesome...).
When the set was finally over, he told me he had to go, gave me a hug, told me he had a great time talking to me, and told me to have fun the rest of the day. We parted ways. Had time for one more bathroom break before the next band (T.D.), so took care of that, and came right back to wait. Only had to wait about 5 minutes. Then...
Son of a bitch. I just busted out laughing. It couldn't be helped.
That bubbly, sweet little guy with the cool hair I had just spent a half hour chatting with?
Tim DeLaughter....lead singer of Tripping Daisy.
Tripping Daisy. If you never heard of them, I wouldn't be horribly surprised. But I can almost guarantee you know their one song that got a whole lot of play.
"I Got A Girl". Probably heard it at least once, I'm sure. Far from their best song, but still a good one. Which leads to the story.
I moved to the Northwest, in January of 1994. Gig Harbor, Washington to be precise. I lived there with my dad, brother Chad and sister Heather. I spent all day listening to the radio and gaming, since I had nothing to do when Chad and Heather were at school. Hear on the radio one day of a two-day concert at the stadium where the Tacoma Rainiers played baseball. Most of the bands were either up and coming, or still unknowns. The two biggest bands playing were both local. Presidents of the U.s.(fun as hell when they play), and a band called Goodness, which came about from a band called Hammerbox. Great singer/songwriter Carrie Akre, you should give them a listen.
Anyhow, I decided 3 months of hanging out in the house was long enough. Told dad I NEEDED to go to this show, didn't even want to go both days, just the first. My dad has always been big on us going to concerts, so he bought my ticket, and drove me there. My dad is awesome. For those of you currently confused by my last sentence, I told ya before...
my stepdad = my dad, or daddy
biological father = father
Got it?
The couple of weeks before the show, the station began to play songs of the bands that were playing those two days. That was the first time I heard "Girl", and was kinda excited to see what the band was like live. I went to the local record store to see about getting the CD. Wasn't out for another month. Bullshit, I tell you.
This was the line-up that Saturday in April. Show started at noon, was slated to be over around 10pm.
Goodness - the most popular unsigned local band at the time
Deftones - shortly before the release of their first album, and the first I had ever heard of them. I have been a fan ever since.
Steel Pole Bathtub - A whole lot of suck. I went and got another beer and went to the bathroom.
Hagfish - Another band I love a whole lot, with its own set of stories for another time. Super fun shows, and they are great with their fans.
Tripping Daisy - Getting to that one...
Possum Dixon - The band that led me to bands like Weezer and Matt Good. They are the only other band I knew going in, as they Were a Southern California band I had been listening to for awhile.
There were a couple of other bands after that, but I couldn't even tell ya anything about them, I left after the last band I mentioned.
By the time Hagfish took the stage, it was around 3pm. There were about 100 people in front of the stage, everyone else was just kinda hanging out in the stands, getting trashed. Halfway through their set, I notice this short little guy standing in front of me, bouncing around to the music. I only say short, 'cause I'm 5'8", and he was like 5'3". After the song was over, he turns around and says to me, "aren't these guys great?" We spent the rest of the set chatting about the band, the people hanging out in the stands, his hair (he had it all spiked up, and it was bleach blond with pink, green, purple, and blue on the tips...it was awesome...).
When the set was finally over, he told me he had to go, gave me a hug, told me he had a great time talking to me, and told me to have fun the rest of the day. We parted ways. Had time for one more bathroom break before the next band (T.D.), so took care of that, and came right back to wait. Only had to wait about 5 minutes. Then...
Son of a bitch. I just busted out laughing. It couldn't be helped.
That bubbly, sweet little guy with the cool hair I had just spent a half hour chatting with?
Tim DeLaughter....lead singer of Tripping Daisy.
22 December 2007
"Jesus Of Suburbia (live)" - Green Day
Did I mention that I fucking LOVE Green Day!?? If you watch this clip, it's a lot of the reason.
Weezer - "Say It Ain't So"
Okay, so this is who used to be number one in my book. Until Matt Good.
Sorry, Rivers...
Weezer is still and always will be tops for me, strong number 2. All their music is great, still no one that sounds like them, and that is not an easy feat to accomplish for any musician.
This album is beyond timeless, and sounds just as good now, as it did when it came out.
This song....absolutely love it :)
Foo Fighters - "Everlong", Live Earth Concert
Foo Fighters. Top 3 of my favorite music ever. Dave Grohl is ridiculously talented, and the band's music just gets better as the years go on. I posted this song, as I saw the performance on TV, and thought it was a great representation of a great song.
Matthew Good - "True Love Will Find You In The End" - Sept. 20, 2007
I have delayed this long enough. Since music has always been very important to me, I love to talk about it. My hands down favorite musician...EVER. Matthew Good. Stated this in an earlier post, but figured I would go ahead and remind you anyway. Since I plan on just saturating this blog from now on with all my favorite music, with Matt Good always being in the forefront. Who knows, maybe you'll end up finding something you like from stuff I post.
And I make NO apologies for anything I like. Make fun of anything I listen to, fine by me. Won't stop me from listening to it... ;p
ANYWAY, this clip is from the show in Vancouver, B.C., September 20th, 2007. It was my 8th MG show, and by far the best I've been to yet. So enjoy.
"Heroes", season 1 - Peter vs. Sylar
I miss my show. I really do. It's hard enough to find something to watch, so when you find something that you love, everything else sucks.
So after quite the search, I found it. The perfect clip to show you why I love this show so much, as it features the two best characters..
Sylar and Peter.
Yes, I'm talking about "Heroes"...again.
20 December 2007
Red vs Blue - Cold and Flu season PSA
I haven't done one of these for awhile, but only because I've given so many other things.
A Christmas Story - "..sing something else!!.."
This movie to me is what Christmas is all about. I watch this movie everyday from Thanksgiving day until New Year's. It just never gets old. I love this entire movie, but this scene still makes me laugh harder than anything.
Clerks 2 - "One ring to rule them all.."
I've been told that when I speak of work, it sometimes sounds like I work at Mooby's. I wish. Believe it or not, we do get into discussions like this with customers, though we have yet to have one about LOTR. Typically, it's still Star Wars, or more likely, video games, as at least half of us in that store are gamers. This scene in particular is funny, because discussions of said topics can get this serious, really fast.
18 December 2007
"Trainspotting" - Renton and Sick Boy, bored...
This is another of my favorite movies, top twenty. You may think I don't like animals from a couple of these clips I've posted...that is not at all the case. It just so happens that two funny scenes from two of my favorite movies happen to involve animals, a dog and a cat, respectively.
Whatever. It's fucking funny.
16 December 2007
Fuckin' Brandon...
So I wasn't planning on posting anything until later on tonight, but since this is a fairly short one, I figured I'd jot it down real quick. You may think from the title I had worked recently with Brandon, but that is not the case. He probably would have been better off in the long run if that HAD been the case.
As I have stated previously (and oddly enough, in context to Brandon then), there is a "no call" guideline for work, between 5am and 11am. I guess 'cause he wasn't at work yet, he was under the impression that wasn't in play.
10:02 am - Everything silent in the Garcia household, as it normally is that time of the morning.
House phone starts ringing. Open one eye, notice the time....first thought is "who the fuck is calling here???"
Caller ID.....you have got to be fucking kidding me. Brandon.
Answering...."What do you want?" Did not even attempt to be nice about it.
Brandon - " Oh......did I wake you up??"
"YES"
Brandon - "Oh..I'm sorry..."
"What do you want?"
Brandon - "So I was wondering if you are working at the other restaurant NEXT Sunday, because I'm closing at our store, and you are scheduled the open to close on Christmas eve, since we're closing early. I was wondering if we could trade shifts because my family wants me to come to Riverside, and....." and blah, blah, blah....
"Sure, whatever..." I just want to fucking go back to sleep....
Brandon - "Ok, well, I just have to talk to Donna about it, then see if Erin (his girlfriend) can even get it off..."
Once again, you have got to be kidding me. He fucking woke me up before he even had anything finalized?? For something a WEEK AWAY???
"Just let me know later...bye."
*click*
5 minutes of my life I will never get back...
Roll over, go back to sleep. Once again, silence......
10:51 am....phone ringing....
I didn't even move to answer it, because I knew who the fuck it was, and if I would have answered it then, he would have been crying within 30 seconds. So I waited about 3 minutes, picked up the phone to see if I was right (I was), and called him back.
Brandon - "Hey, what's up?" Fucker...
"You called and woke me up....AGAIN...."
Brandon - "Oh, I did? I'm sorry....I left a message....didn't mean to wake you. Just wanted to let you know that everything was set for next week. I really didn't mean to wake you up."
"If you call, the phone still rings, it doesn't matter if you left a message. If the phone rings, it wakes me up."
Brandon - "Oh, I'm really sorry....thanks for doing this by the way...."
"If you ever call my house before noon again..EVER, I'm gonna punch you in the mouth...."
*click*
I went back to sleep with a smile on my face, thinking of the look on his when I said that.... :)
As I have stated previously (and oddly enough, in context to Brandon then), there is a "no call" guideline for work, between 5am and 11am. I guess 'cause he wasn't at work yet, he was under the impression that wasn't in play.
10:02 am - Everything silent in the Garcia household, as it normally is that time of the morning.
House phone starts ringing. Open one eye, notice the time....first thought is "who the fuck is calling here???"
Caller ID.....you have got to be fucking kidding me. Brandon.
Answering...."What do you want?" Did not even attempt to be nice about it.
Brandon - " Oh......did I wake you up??"
"YES"
Brandon - "Oh..I'm sorry..."
"What do you want?"
Brandon - "So I was wondering if you are working at the other restaurant NEXT Sunday, because I'm closing at our store, and you are scheduled the open to close on Christmas eve, since we're closing early. I was wondering if we could trade shifts because my family wants me to come to Riverside, and....." and blah, blah, blah....
"Sure, whatever..." I just want to fucking go back to sleep....
Brandon - "Ok, well, I just have to talk to Donna about it, then see if Erin (his girlfriend) can even get it off..."
Once again, you have got to be kidding me. He fucking woke me up before he even had anything finalized?? For something a WEEK AWAY???
"Just let me know later...bye."
*click*
5 minutes of my life I will never get back...
Roll over, go back to sleep. Once again, silence......
10:51 am....phone ringing....
I didn't even move to answer it, because I knew who the fuck it was, and if I would have answered it then, he would have been crying within 30 seconds. So I waited about 3 minutes, picked up the phone to see if I was right (I was), and called him back.
Brandon - "Hey, what's up?" Fucker...
"You called and woke me up....AGAIN...."
Brandon - "Oh, I did? I'm sorry....I left a message....didn't mean to wake you. Just wanted to let you know that everything was set for next week. I really didn't mean to wake you up."
"If you call, the phone still rings, it doesn't matter if you left a message. If the phone rings, it wakes me up."
Brandon - "Oh, I'm really sorry....thanks for doing this by the way...."
"If you ever call my house before noon again..EVER, I'm gonna punch you in the mouth...."
*click*
I went back to sleep with a smile on my face, thinking of the look on his when I said that.... :)
14 December 2007
Boondock Saints Courtroom Speech
This is the second clip I was speaking of, and definitely one of the best of the movie.
The Boondock Saints - The cat scene
If you have seen my blog profile, you would notice that this movie, "The Boondock Saints", made it onto the list. I love this movie, and would suggest it to anyone. I'm posting two clips from it for you today.
This first one is without a doubt the funniest scene in the movie. The funny happens in the last 20 seconds of the clip, but you have to see the lead in...
"Is it dead??"
HAHAHAHHAHAHAA!!!!!!!
I think it's safe to say...YES!!
Red Vs Blue - Go Go Gadget PSA
I am constantly going on about the uselessness of some of the bullshit technology that's out. Like phones that do everything a phone is NOT supposed to do. This PSA takes that basic concept, and SOOOO runs with it. More hilarity... :)
It's what's for dinner.
I'll be the first to admit, I don't exactly have the best eating habits. Most people don't notice unless..
a) they have ever lived with me.
b) they work with me.
I'm not a picky eater or anything. I eat an extraordinary amount of vegatables. The only ones I don't really like are eggplant and sweet potatoes. Both disgusting as far as I'm concerned. Any others, I'm game. Also, I'm totally a carnivore. I LOVE meat. That being said, short of having to start killing it myself, this will not change. Like "someone" told me about a couple of weeks ago when we were talking about this very subject, this is what he had to say about it...
"If God wanted us to be vegetarians, he wouldn't have made animals out of meat."
Not a big fan of seafood, but once in awhile, I've been known to partake. Chicken I can eat all the time, and I usually only gorge myself on turkey when I am eating Kathy's, as she still makes the best damn turkey I've ever had.
But all this doesn't make it into my diet as often as it should....which is why I've never been skinny before....(working on that.....almost.....there....lol) The things that DO make it into my diet???
McDonald's...Carl's Jr...Taco Bell...you starting to get the picture?? I work alot, so I will normally just grab for what's closest.
French fries....I FUCKING LOVE FRENCH FRIES!!!! The one thing I will never give up...
Then, there is the food I eat when I am home....and believe me, it's not an improvement. There is a reason behind it. When I was younger, my mother was never around. There was always a party to go to, or another random guy to fuck, so she was never home. She always went with what was cheap, easy, and quick to prepare, so she could go on about her business. That being said, my diet consisted of things like TV dinners, frozen pot pies, SPAM, pretty much anything that was frozen that could be thrown in the oven and/or cooked quickly. There was one other thing too. Something that is a hold over from that time, that for some reason, I definitely developed a taste for. Something that ALL my friends (except Brian Freeman, he loves all the same shit food I do) think is funny and disgusting all at the same time....
I love the "Chef"..... Chef Boyardee, that is. Dinner in a fucking can...only takes about 5 minutes to warm up. Not in the microwave either. I only use the microwave for reheating, or popcorn. Otherwise, it serves no purpose. So yeah, I love Chef Boyardee, damn near every kind there is. It's not too expensive either, and is on sale often. Which is when I buy it in bulk...or at least used to. I'm trying to break from all the crap (except fries). But I haven't had it for months...and decided I just NEEDED to have some. So when I went to the store to pick up more Coca-Cola (NEVER Pepsi), I saw the Chef was on sale.
That's why it's what's for dinner...
Spaghetti and meatballs(?).....mmmmmm.......
a) they have ever lived with me.
b) they work with me.
I'm not a picky eater or anything. I eat an extraordinary amount of vegatables. The only ones I don't really like are eggplant and sweet potatoes. Both disgusting as far as I'm concerned. Any others, I'm game. Also, I'm totally a carnivore. I LOVE meat. That being said, short of having to start killing it myself, this will not change. Like "someone" told me about a couple of weeks ago when we were talking about this very subject, this is what he had to say about it...
"If God wanted us to be vegetarians, he wouldn't have made animals out of meat."
Not a big fan of seafood, but once in awhile, I've been known to partake. Chicken I can eat all the time, and I usually only gorge myself on turkey when I am eating Kathy's, as she still makes the best damn turkey I've ever had.
But all this doesn't make it into my diet as often as it should....which is why I've never been skinny before....(working on that.....almost.....there....lol) The things that DO make it into my diet???
McDonald's...Carl's Jr...Taco Bell...you starting to get the picture?? I work alot, so I will normally just grab for what's closest.
French fries....I FUCKING LOVE FRENCH FRIES!!!! The one thing I will never give up...
Then, there is the food I eat when I am home....and believe me, it's not an improvement. There is a reason behind it. When I was younger, my mother was never around. There was always a party to go to, or another random guy to fuck, so she was never home. She always went with what was cheap, easy, and quick to prepare, so she could go on about her business. That being said, my diet consisted of things like TV dinners, frozen pot pies, SPAM, pretty much anything that was frozen that could be thrown in the oven and/or cooked quickly. There was one other thing too. Something that is a hold over from that time, that for some reason, I definitely developed a taste for. Something that ALL my friends (except Brian Freeman, he loves all the same shit food I do) think is funny and disgusting all at the same time....
I love the "Chef"..... Chef Boyardee, that is. Dinner in a fucking can...only takes about 5 minutes to warm up. Not in the microwave either. I only use the microwave for reheating, or popcorn. Otherwise, it serves no purpose. So yeah, I love Chef Boyardee, damn near every kind there is. It's not too expensive either, and is on sale often. Which is when I buy it in bulk...or at least used to. I'm trying to break from all the crap (except fries). But I haven't had it for months...and decided I just NEEDED to have some. So when I went to the store to pick up more Coca-Cola (NEVER Pepsi), I saw the Chef was on sale.
That's why it's what's for dinner...
Spaghetti and meatballs(?).....mmmmmm.......
12 December 2007
Red vs Blue - Christmas PSA
So this is the PSA of the day. I got Christmas presents today, so I am in a slight Christmas mood, and this is so up my alley...fucking hilarious.
My team beat my team..
Doesn't seem like it makes sense, does it? But it does to me. I guess I could go ahead and explain it to you..
I LOVE hockey. It's my favorite sport, baseball a close second. But that's another subject for another day. There's no baseball right now. Only HOCKEY!!
My favorite team? Hands down, the Vancouver Canucks. I started watching hockey 14 years ago, shortly before I left California. The Anaheim "Mighty" Ducks (as they were known then), were in their inaugural season that last year I was in Cali, and as I am an Orange County girl, the Ducks were the first team I knew, and the only team from Orange County I was willing to get behind. My first hockey game was that year, and it was the coolest thing ever. I even almost got my head knocked off by a puck.....awesome...
*note to self - always remember to bring softball glove to hockey games..*
Then shortly after said game (a Christmas present from my aunt), and halfway through that first season, I moved to Washington state, Gig Harbor to be exact. I followed hockey for another season, then between school, work, and a relationship with someone who had ZERO interest in sports, I kinda lost track.
Then things changed. Single again, no school, and a move to a new place....Bellingham. For those who don't know where this is, the easiest way to describe B'ham's location is...
1) One and a half to two hours north of Seattle, depending on traffic...or,
2) Twenty minutes from the Canadian border, and 45 minutes south of Vancouver, B.C.
And so hockey re-enters my life...kick ass....in the form of the Vancouver Canucks.
I even remember a lot of the players from the season I started watching again....Bertuzzi (my fav; shut up), Linden, the Sedin twins, Jovanowski, Morrison, Cloutier, and I think you get the point. Just the way they played together made me want to watch, and I learned alot about hockey that year. So I am a true Canucks fan forever, but I still hold a special place in my heart for the Ducks, and always will.
For fuck's sake, the Ducks were the first team to win the Stanley Cup on the west coast.....ever.
As for the title of this post....
Vancouver Canucks beat the Anaheim Ducks, 3 - 2
I LOVE hockey. It's my favorite sport, baseball a close second. But that's another subject for another day. There's no baseball right now. Only HOCKEY!!
My favorite team? Hands down, the Vancouver Canucks. I started watching hockey 14 years ago, shortly before I left California. The Anaheim "Mighty" Ducks (as they were known then), were in their inaugural season that last year I was in Cali, and as I am an Orange County girl, the Ducks were the first team I knew, and the only team from Orange County I was willing to get behind. My first hockey game was that year, and it was the coolest thing ever. I even almost got my head knocked off by a puck.....awesome...
*note to self - always remember to bring softball glove to hockey games..*
Then shortly after said game (a Christmas present from my aunt), and halfway through that first season, I moved to Washington state, Gig Harbor to be exact. I followed hockey for another season, then between school, work, and a relationship with someone who had ZERO interest in sports, I kinda lost track.
Then things changed. Single again, no school, and a move to a new place....Bellingham. For those who don't know where this is, the easiest way to describe B'ham's location is...
1) One and a half to two hours north of Seattle, depending on traffic...or,
2) Twenty minutes from the Canadian border, and 45 minutes south of Vancouver, B.C.
And so hockey re-enters my life...kick ass....in the form of the Vancouver Canucks.
I even remember a lot of the players from the season I started watching again....Bertuzzi (my fav; shut up), Linden, the Sedin twins, Jovanowski, Morrison, Cloutier, and I think you get the point. Just the way they played together made me want to watch, and I learned alot about hockey that year. So I am a true Canucks fan forever, but I still hold a special place in my heart for the Ducks, and always will.
For fuck's sake, the Ducks were the first team to win the Stanley Cup on the west coast.....ever.
As for the title of this post....
Vancouver Canucks beat the Anaheim Ducks, 3 - 2
Something new yet again
So just a little fair warning...I have a new contributing author to this blog.
He is my best friend, Dan Glasser. We met almost 7 years ago when I moved to Bellingham. He worked at Pizza Hut as a driver, and I was hired there my first week in town. I met him the first day I was there, and then he just kinda disappeared (turns out he went home to Michigan on vacation). When he got back, we just ended up becoming friends from the get. He's a great guy who you can't help but like, is married to an even greater girl, Laura, who is also one of my best friends, and if you get to be friends with either of them, you should consider yourself very blessed. Yes, they are both really that great.
So as Dan is a writer, someone who shares a lot of my opinions on the world in general, has the same fucked up sense of humor I do, knows more about me that most, and who has many opinions and funny stories of his own to share, I figure who better to blog with me?
Now, I should warn you of something. Dan's sense of time differs from pretty much everyone else's in the world. He could show up everyday for the next week, or maybe not show up for the first time until three months from now..
Who's to say? We're all gonna find out together..
He is my best friend, Dan Glasser. We met almost 7 years ago when I moved to Bellingham. He worked at Pizza Hut as a driver, and I was hired there my first week in town. I met him the first day I was there, and then he just kinda disappeared (turns out he went home to Michigan on vacation). When he got back, we just ended up becoming friends from the get. He's a great guy who you can't help but like, is married to an even greater girl, Laura, who is also one of my best friends, and if you get to be friends with either of them, you should consider yourself very blessed. Yes, they are both really that great.
So as Dan is a writer, someone who shares a lot of my opinions on the world in general, has the same fucked up sense of humor I do, knows more about me that most, and who has many opinions and funny stories of his own to share, I figure who better to blog with me?
Now, I should warn you of something. Dan's sense of time differs from pretty much everyone else's in the world. He could show up everyday for the next week, or maybe not show up for the first time until three months from now..
Who's to say? We're all gonna find out together..
11 December 2007
Red vs Blue - Fourth of July PSA
so this is the second one I promised you. I have a love/hate relationship with the 4th of July, which has alot to do with the fact that this PSA is my favorite.
Plus, Caboose rules this one, because well, Caboose rules!!
I will be posting one PSA everyday...'til I run out.
Red vs Blue - Real Life vs. Internet PSA
So since I am constantly go on and on about how much I LOVE Red vs. Blue. Now I will show you what the big damn deal is. Even if you have never been near the game "Halo", you will still get a good laugh out of this. Yes, it is that damn funny. This is the first "PSA" I saw, so it is the first one I give you, and there will be one more following shortly.
Just a quick side note
So as I stated once before (or maybe twice), I'm still in the learning process of this whole internet/computer deal. I've spent most of my free time playing video games of the console variety, so I really never had any need to own a computer. Then I moved to California. I decided that since I despise the telephone, it was probably a good idea to buy a computer, so I could stay in touch with my friends.
My PS2 is staging a revolt, due to the neglect it has suffered in the last few months. It only works when it feels like it now...good thing that isn't very often anymore. Especially now since "Halo" has overtaken most of my gaming time.
I have also not been blogging, because I was frustrated with the fact that I have not been entirely happy lately with the feel of it. Most of that has to do with my inexperience. Which is why I'm here to remind you that many changes will be taking place over the next 6 months or so around here. So please be patient if your one of the couple of people who actually come here...
As you can see, I did learn something new...how to post videos...somewhat. So with the addition of the digital camera I will have no later than Monday, many changes will be forthcoming. With more changes due in the new year. So we'll see where it goes.
My PS2 is staging a revolt, due to the neglect it has suffered in the last few months. It only works when it feels like it now...good thing that isn't very often anymore. Especially now since "Halo" has overtaken most of my gaming time.
I have also not been blogging, because I was frustrated with the fact that I have not been entirely happy lately with the feel of it. Most of that has to do with my inexperience. Which is why I'm here to remind you that many changes will be taking place over the next 6 months or so around here. So please be patient if your one of the couple of people who actually come here...
As you can see, I did learn something new...how to post videos...somewhat. So with the addition of the digital camera I will have no later than Monday, many changes will be forthcoming. With more changes due in the new year. So we'll see where it goes.
10 December 2007
My way of getting into the Christmas spirit
I've made no secret about how I feel about Christmas. I love the idea behind it (not the religious one), but don't care to participate in the financial act of it. If I want to get a gift for someone special, I sure as hell don't feel compelled to make them wait for fucking Christmas.
So to get into the spirit of the holiday, I usually watch the few same X-mas movies, and look for new funny things to watch. "South Park" is pretty damn good at it, as is another favorite of mine...
Yes, it is time for the Christmas edition of clips from "Robot Chicken"...
"The Lion, The Witch, and the Locker" - If you liked the Chronicles of Narnia, you'll love this.
http://www.adultswim.com/video/?episodeID=8a25c39216aee6240116b1a659d90150
"Office Christmas Parties" - pretty self explanatory.
http://www.adultswim.com/video/?episodeID=8a25c39216aee6240116b1a8b12d0155
"Misery, my sweet babboo" - Charlie Brown is cool, and still has one of the best Christmas specials. This Charlie Brown Christmas is a little more twisted, but funny as hell.
http://www.adultswim.com/video/?episodeID=8a25c39216aee6240116b1ab1fe4015a
So have fun..
So to get into the spirit of the holiday, I usually watch the few same X-mas movies, and look for new funny things to watch. "South Park" is pretty damn good at it, as is another favorite of mine...
Yes, it is time for the Christmas edition of clips from "Robot Chicken"...
"The Lion, The Witch, and the Locker" - If you liked the Chronicles of Narnia, you'll love this.
http://www.adultswim.com/video/?episodeID=8a25c39216aee6240116b1a659d90150
"Office Christmas Parties" - pretty self explanatory.
http://www.adultswim.com/video/?episodeID=8a25c39216aee6240116b1a8b12d0155
"Misery, my sweet babboo" - Charlie Brown is cool, and still has one of the best Christmas specials. This Charlie Brown Christmas is a little more twisted, but funny as hell.
http://www.adultswim.com/video/?episodeID=8a25c39216aee6240116b1ab1fe4015a
So have fun..
Romeo and Juliet- They Meet
I saw this movie for the first time last Friday, and this scene made the whole movie for me.
Learning new things...
You are never too old to learn something new. They say, "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"....that's just fucking nonsense. That's only true if the proverbial dog doesn't want to learn...
That being said, I have learned a new trick recently. Something I've had no real interest in learning before. What do I speak of?
...patience....
I hate waiting. For anything. If I have something planned for say, a month from now, I get all fidgity about it, and am usually bouncing off the walls a couple of days prior.
So since my sweetie is 1,000's of miles away right now, I've had to learn...fuck....
You may wonder why I don't put his name on this....frankly....
It's none of your fucking business.... :)
Honestly, it's because there are a few people in my life that will be led here by others who mean well, and those people I want kept out of that part of my life, so for now, certain things will be left out of this. Besides, we're both enjoy our privacy. Believe me, what I do share here is VERY general stuff.
Anyway....back to the point...
I guess patience can be a virtue. It still sucks. I have gotten rather good at it, though. I don't get much of him on the weekends, which was only bad the first couple of weeks. It is for a great reason though, so I adjusted. See.....patience...
During the weekdays, it's more of a matter of trying to figure out each others respective schedules so we know when we can spend time together. Also takes a fair amount of patience. Good thing there is a day planner on my phone. He has a slew of dates where he isn't working, so the only way I can keep track is to put them in my phone's appointment section.....so it can remind me.
In my learning patience, I have also learned something else....
The value of saying NO once in a fucking while.
Now that I actually have a private life again, I find that never saying no when people ask me for favors can really interfere with that. So "moderation" is also an interesting thing. One that goes quite well with patience. And in learning and engaging in the use of said virtues, I have been trying to teach my sweetie something he hasn't had very good luck with in the past....
....Compromise.....
Certain things I will have to go without now, due to allergies, or health issues. There are things on my end as well, that may require a bit of a compromise, but nothing major. You know what though? That's the way it's supposed to be. Relationships, the real ones, take certain amounts of everything....patience, compromise, understanding, and above all, honesty. So in case you need me to put it more clearly, yes, it's work. Thing is....
He is so very worth it.
That being said, I have learned a new trick recently. Something I've had no real interest in learning before. What do I speak of?
...patience....
I hate waiting. For anything. If I have something planned for say, a month from now, I get all fidgity about it, and am usually bouncing off the walls a couple of days prior.
So since my sweetie is 1,000's of miles away right now, I've had to learn...fuck....
You may wonder why I don't put his name on this....frankly....
It's none of your fucking business.... :)
Honestly, it's because there are a few people in my life that will be led here by others who mean well, and those people I want kept out of that part of my life, so for now, certain things will be left out of this. Besides, we're both enjoy our privacy. Believe me, what I do share here is VERY general stuff.
Anyway....back to the point...
I guess patience can be a virtue. It still sucks. I have gotten rather good at it, though. I don't get much of him on the weekends, which was only bad the first couple of weeks. It is for a great reason though, so I adjusted. See.....patience...
During the weekdays, it's more of a matter of trying to figure out each others respective schedules so we know when we can spend time together. Also takes a fair amount of patience. Good thing there is a day planner on my phone. He has a slew of dates where he isn't working, so the only way I can keep track is to put them in my phone's appointment section.....so it can remind me.
In my learning patience, I have also learned something else....
The value of saying NO once in a fucking while.
Now that I actually have a private life again, I find that never saying no when people ask me for favors can really interfere with that. So "moderation" is also an interesting thing. One that goes quite well with patience. And in learning and engaging in the use of said virtues, I have been trying to teach my sweetie something he hasn't had very good luck with in the past....
....Compromise.....
Certain things I will have to go without now, due to allergies, or health issues. There are things on my end as well, that may require a bit of a compromise, but nothing major. You know what though? That's the way it's supposed to be. Relationships, the real ones, take certain amounts of everything....patience, compromise, understanding, and above all, honesty. So in case you need me to put it more clearly, yes, it's work. Thing is....
He is so very worth it.
08 December 2007
I have been so very neglectful to my poor blog. To pretty much everything in my life this week.
This is Kenny, our resident man whore...lol Okay, he was..not since he met Sadie, his girlfriend of now 1 year. Aaawwwwww......ain't they cute. That was a trip we took to Six Flags Magic Mountain back in April, it was Kenny's first time there.
This is Ian. I haven't known him very long, but we always have fun when we work together, because we are so alike, especially when it comes to work. We are super nice to everyone...unless you fuck with us. Then heaven help you if you don't step back, because neither of us will hesitate to tell you to fuck off....
It has been a very, very long week.
My boss is on vacation. Which means I get to be in charge the four days she's gone. Which basically sucks ass. Big time. I am generally a closing manager, as anyone who has had any contact with me ever knows I'm not a morning person. I have been up early every damn day this week. Not a happy camper at all.
And of course, every shit thing that could have happened, did. As usual. I am so glad it will be a minimum of 3 days before I see that fucking place again.
Tuesday...it was so-so...
Wednesday was the most fucked up day we have had in a long time. I got to be there at 7am that day, making it all the more special.
Thursday was just being all tensed up from the day before, and a strange overabundance of stupidity from a lot of the customers.
Today (Friday) was different though. It was supposed to pour down rain today, which in Orange County is the equivalent of a snowstorm anywhere else. So when it rains, we are always crazy busy.
It didn't rain today.
It was cloudy and stuff, sprinkled a couple of times, but that was about it. Because of this, it was slow as hell. There is always more employees on Friday, as it is usually busy because of that fact. So by 1 o'clock, I had 3 drivers, 2 cooks, Susie on phones and me. There were more employees than customers. Everything was done. We got bored real fast...
So I went and got one of those disposable cameras and took some pictures of the people I work with....well, the ones I'm actually friends with....I'm not a fucking hypocrite...I don't pretend to like people I don't. Waste of time.
I didn't get everybody, but I got a few of them...
This is my friend Kyle. He is the first person I became friends with when I first got here. As you can see, he took this one himself...lol
This is Kenny, our resident man whore...lol Okay, he was..not since he met Sadie, his girlfriend of now 1 year. Aaawwwwww......ain't they cute. That was a trip we took to Six Flags Magic Mountain back in April, it was Kenny's first time there.
This is Ian. I haven't known him very long, but we always have fun when we work together, because we are so alike, especially when it comes to work. We are super nice to everyone...unless you fuck with us. Then heaven help you if you don't step back, because neither of us will hesitate to tell you to fuck off....
Check out the hoodie......wicked awesome.....
These are a few of the people I work with, and spend time with in general. They are also my friends. And we are all trouble....
04 December 2007
So it ends....
Good thing I started playing Halo, and am addicted to watching "R vs. B" all the time...
Otherwise....I'd be fucked.....
Why?
The season finale of "Heroes" was on last night. Shit. Now what the fuck am I supposed to watch?
Well, there are other shows but they aren't quite the caliber of my FAVORITE show...I'll show you...
Monday.."I love New York" is on. Yes, I watch it...watched "Flavor of Love" too. Because they are funny as hell.....I usually watch it on repeat though around 11pm, as "Heroes" is on at 9.
I also watch "The Hills", because it's on at 10, and does not interfere with my show.
Tuesday.."Shot at love with Tila Tequila"..watch that one because it's funny as hell to watch guys AND girls fight over 1 chick...then, of course, another huge favorite of mine, "Nip/Tuck"....great show, but I still cover my eyes sometimes during the surgery scenes..bbleehhhh. I can watch any scary movie like nothing, but anything involving surgeries or things of the like...I'm disgusted with myself right now.
Wednesday..."ANTM"...'nuff said.....and at 10pm, the only show that can even think of keeping up with "Heroes"....."Project Runway"...I love that show. To be honest, I don't even know why. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and wouldn't wear ANY of it. I think alot of it is cute, just not for me. And of course, "South Park".
Thursday... video games and other such assorted business...
Friday, Saturday.....see Thursday...
Sunday...only late night shows, and they are all cartoons to boot.."Robot Chicken" at 11:30; "Metalocalypse" at 11:45; and "Moral Orel" at 12:15 in the am...then more video games..
This schedule is based on what I watch if I am home...such is not always the case, as I don't really have a set schedule anymore...stupid job....
...always gets in the way of everything good....
Everything sucks now that "Heroes" is over anyways....but at least it was a FANTASTIC season finale...
Noah is alive, and now Claire and the family know it....don't know if this is good or bad yet....
Nathan got shot...don't know if he is alive or dead; of course they didn't specify...
I don't like Mohinder Suresh anymore...his ignorance is starting to piss me off...
Niki was in the building when it blew up....or was she??? I fucking hope not....
As usual, Hiro just keeps getting cooler with each passing episode...Ando is cool too...
Peter needs to go get Kaitlyn....seriously Peter....what the hell???
Matt's powers are getting way stronger....and I think he has the potential to go 'bad guy' on us...I'm just saying it's possible....
Elle/Veronica Mars?...barely worth the mention....
Alejandro.....he was too whinny anyway...whatever...
Maya....glad she's not dead....her character development has massive potential.....
Adam/Kensei....what a burn on you dude....you can't die, but not in the most comfortable of places now, are ya???
And last, but most certainly not least......Sylar....
....has his powers back.....FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!
I can't wait 'til season 3....
Otherwise....I'd be fucked.....
Why?
The season finale of "Heroes" was on last night. Shit. Now what the fuck am I supposed to watch?
Well, there are other shows but they aren't quite the caliber of my FAVORITE show...I'll show you...
Monday.."I love New York" is on. Yes, I watch it...watched "Flavor of Love" too. Because they are funny as hell.....I usually watch it on repeat though around 11pm, as "Heroes" is on at 9.
I also watch "The Hills", because it's on at 10, and does not interfere with my show.
Tuesday.."Shot at love with Tila Tequila"..watch that one because it's funny as hell to watch guys AND girls fight over 1 chick...then, of course, another huge favorite of mine, "Nip/Tuck"....great show, but I still cover my eyes sometimes during the surgery scenes..bbleehhhh. I can watch any scary movie like nothing, but anything involving surgeries or things of the like...I'm disgusted with myself right now.
Wednesday..."ANTM"...'nuff said.....and at 10pm, the only show that can even think of keeping up with "Heroes"....."Project Runway"...I love that show. To be honest, I don't even know why. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and wouldn't wear ANY of it. I think alot of it is cute, just not for me. And of course, "South Park".
Thursday... video games and other such assorted business...
Friday, Saturday.....see Thursday...
Sunday...only late night shows, and they are all cartoons to boot.."Robot Chicken" at 11:30; "Metalocalypse" at 11:45; and "Moral Orel" at 12:15 in the am...then more video games..
This schedule is based on what I watch if I am home...such is not always the case, as I don't really have a set schedule anymore...stupid job....
...always gets in the way of everything good....
Everything sucks now that "Heroes" is over anyways....but at least it was a FANTASTIC season finale...
Noah is alive, and now Claire and the family know it....don't know if this is good or bad yet....
Nathan got shot...don't know if he is alive or dead; of course they didn't specify...
I don't like Mohinder Suresh anymore...his ignorance is starting to piss me off...
Niki was in the building when it blew up....or was she??? I fucking hope not....
As usual, Hiro just keeps getting cooler with each passing episode...Ando is cool too...
Peter needs to go get Kaitlyn....seriously Peter....what the hell???
Matt's powers are getting way stronger....and I think he has the potential to go 'bad guy' on us...I'm just saying it's possible....
Elle/Veronica Mars?...barely worth the mention....
Alejandro.....he was too whinny anyway...whatever...
Maya....glad she's not dead....her character development has massive potential.....
Adam/Kensei....what a burn on you dude....you can't die, but not in the most comfortable of places now, are ya???
And last, but most certainly not least......Sylar....
....has his powers back.....FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!
I can't wait 'til season 3....
02 December 2007
My new addiction
Yeah, things in my life just keep changing. Another thing I thought would NEVER be, has happened. I bought "Halo" for the PC on Thursday. I will admit, the original reason for the purchase was so I could play with my honey. I figured that with my history of sucking at first person shooters, I would play it a few times, get frustrated, and put it on the shelf. Surprisingly enough, that is not the case...
I fucking LOVE this game!!!
Turns out, I am kinda good at it....
As someone found out....the hard way....
I discovered that it is much more satisfying to shoot the person you are playing, ESPECIALLY when they've spent so much time and effort telling me that I was just gonna get worked...all I have to say about that is.....
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't beat him, but I definitely held my own. That was Thursday. I play the campaign version when I am on my own, but with my sweetie, obviously it is online multiplayer. Which we played Friday night. This time was different because there was more people playing with us, and we were playing capture the flag.....
....in Blood Gulch......fucking awesome......
As I believe I mentioned, I am addicted to Red vs. Blue, so playing in Blood Gulch is my favorite...
So I will be the first to admit, for at least the next three months, there is a VERY strong possibility that there will be a little lag in the blog. I need to practice my game...
You see, I have a new nickname to live up to....
If you have seen Red vs. Blue, then you will get it...since me and my sweetie play this together, our names for each other....
Church and Tex....
Not our gaming names, though...
If you play Halo on the pc...
...just look for IceNine and MGCaboose.....and prepare to have your ass handed to you....
I fucking LOVE this game!!!
Turns out, I am kinda good at it....
As someone found out....the hard way....
I discovered that it is much more satisfying to shoot the person you are playing, ESPECIALLY when they've spent so much time and effort telling me that I was just gonna get worked...all I have to say about that is.....
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't beat him, but I definitely held my own. That was Thursday. I play the campaign version when I am on my own, but with my sweetie, obviously it is online multiplayer. Which we played Friday night. This time was different because there was more people playing with us, and we were playing capture the flag.....
....in Blood Gulch......fucking awesome......
As I believe I mentioned, I am addicted to Red vs. Blue, so playing in Blood Gulch is my favorite...
So I will be the first to admit, for at least the next three months, there is a VERY strong possibility that there will be a little lag in the blog. I need to practice my game...
You see, I have a new nickname to live up to....
If you have seen Red vs. Blue, then you will get it...since me and my sweetie play this together, our names for each other....
Church and Tex....
Not our gaming names, though...
If you play Halo on the pc...
...just look for IceNine and MGCaboose.....and prepare to have your ass handed to you....
27 November 2007
I know you've been waiting for this
I know it has been awhile, but here is what you have been waiting for...
Oh, Brandon....
Where do I even begin? Probably with last night, where the story begins. Now I feel it is only fair to tell you that the only reason there have not been more Brandon stories is because at the moment I am splitting my time between 2 restaurants. So I hardly see him right now. I do however know about everything he is doing while I'm not there. Because people always come to me to complain, especially where Brandon is concerned.
So back to the story....
Last night. Sunday. I was working at the other restaurant, looking for something to do as usual. I was taking a phone call when one of the drivers called me to the front. He had been trying to cash out a customer, but when he ran their credit card, the computer froze up.
At that same time, one of the girls was in the middle of a phone order when her computer decided to follow suit.
Shit....
So I ran around and checked the other 5. Nothing. So I ran our start up program, which usually straightens everything out. Nothing. Ran it again. Still nothing...
SHIT!!!!
So I call boss lady, she tells me to call the help desk. I know that is what I am supposed to do, I was just trying to avoid it, as they are normally no help at all. So I tell everybody get the orders we had together, and have them ready. Since the computer was down, we didn't even know which food went with what. So while the drivers took care of that, the girls were taking care of the phone calls, and I went to call the help desk. I was on the phone with the help desk guy for about an hour.
....enter Brandon.....
Because I was helping at the other store, he was working my shift at our store. So about halfway through my phone call....
Shayna: "Cristina, phone call for you.."
typical me.."who the fuck is it?"
Shayna: "Brandon"
ugh..
"Tell him I am too busy right now, call back later. I don't know how long this is going to take"
While I am on this call, btw, I am also unplugging shit, moving things, resetting stuff.
Shayna: "He says it's important, he'll wait"
Ok, I already know it's not important, and if he is stupid enough to wait...
"Whatever, let him wait then."
So after another 15 minutes of bullshit with the help desk, I was informed it was unfixable, and no one would be able to be there until the next morning. Fair enough. Called the boss lady to let her know the situation.
Brandon was still waiting.
I couldn't believe he waited almost 20 minutes for me to come to the phone. Fucker. And what was so important that he would wait that long?
Brandon: "Uh, I was just wondering if you could come in and finish the last half of my shift. I have a lot of homework to catch up on"
"Yeah, I guess I can."
Then the ass kissing begins. It made my head hurt, as the mere sound of his voice gives me a headache. So I hung up as quickly as possible. About 5 minutes later, my boss calls me. She says..."fuckin' Brandon".. You have to know Donna to appreciate how funny that statement was. I will just stay it is very out of character for her to say something like that. The reason she said it is because she is sick right now, and she wanted me to cover her shift. So I just tell her I will do both, no worries.
That is why I had to work 10 1/2 hours today.
Because Brandon can't put down "Guitar Hero 3" and "Call Of Duty 4" long enough to do his homework.
Today was my day off.
I had been talking to my sweetie, and had to cut that hours short.....so I could go to work.....on my day off.
One good thing came of it though. I got to break in my new swears while I was saying goodbye to my sweetie...
"Ugh, I have to go"
him: "It was just getting good."
"Yeah. Thank Brandon for that one..."
him: "He is a fucktard"
"No, it's cockbiting fucktard. Get it straight."
Just to throw in a little insult to injury, when I got to work, nothing was done (as usual), and I spent the next 2 1/2 hours straighting everything out.
Fucking Brandon....
I swear, he's gonna drive me insane.
Oh, Brandon....
Where do I even begin? Probably with last night, where the story begins. Now I feel it is only fair to tell you that the only reason there have not been more Brandon stories is because at the moment I am splitting my time between 2 restaurants. So I hardly see him right now. I do however know about everything he is doing while I'm not there. Because people always come to me to complain, especially where Brandon is concerned.
So back to the story....
Last night. Sunday. I was working at the other restaurant, looking for something to do as usual. I was taking a phone call when one of the drivers called me to the front. He had been trying to cash out a customer, but when he ran their credit card, the computer froze up.
At that same time, one of the girls was in the middle of a phone order when her computer decided to follow suit.
Shit....
So I ran around and checked the other 5. Nothing. So I ran our start up program, which usually straightens everything out. Nothing. Ran it again. Still nothing...
SHIT!!!!
So I call boss lady, she tells me to call the help desk. I know that is what I am supposed to do, I was just trying to avoid it, as they are normally no help at all. So I tell everybody get the orders we had together, and have them ready. Since the computer was down, we didn't even know which food went with what. So while the drivers took care of that, the girls were taking care of the phone calls, and I went to call the help desk. I was on the phone with the help desk guy for about an hour.
....enter Brandon.....
Because I was helping at the other store, he was working my shift at our store. So about halfway through my phone call....
Shayna: "Cristina, phone call for you.."
typical me.."who the fuck is it?"
Shayna: "Brandon"
ugh..
"Tell him I am too busy right now, call back later. I don't know how long this is going to take"
While I am on this call, btw, I am also unplugging shit, moving things, resetting stuff.
Shayna: "He says it's important, he'll wait"
Ok, I already know it's not important, and if he is stupid enough to wait...
"Whatever, let him wait then."
So after another 15 minutes of bullshit with the help desk, I was informed it was unfixable, and no one would be able to be there until the next morning. Fair enough. Called the boss lady to let her know the situation.
Brandon was still waiting.
I couldn't believe he waited almost 20 minutes for me to come to the phone. Fucker. And what was so important that he would wait that long?
Brandon: "Uh, I was just wondering if you could come in and finish the last half of my shift. I have a lot of homework to catch up on"
"Yeah, I guess I can."
Then the ass kissing begins. It made my head hurt, as the mere sound of his voice gives me a headache. So I hung up as quickly as possible. About 5 minutes later, my boss calls me. She says..."fuckin' Brandon".. You have to know Donna to appreciate how funny that statement was. I will just stay it is very out of character for her to say something like that. The reason she said it is because she is sick right now, and she wanted me to cover her shift. So I just tell her I will do both, no worries.
That is why I had to work 10 1/2 hours today.
Because Brandon can't put down "Guitar Hero 3" and "Call Of Duty 4" long enough to do his homework.
Today was my day off.
I had been talking to my sweetie, and had to cut that hours short.....so I could go to work.....on my day off.
One good thing came of it though. I got to break in my new swears while I was saying goodbye to my sweetie...
"Ugh, I have to go"
him: "It was just getting good."
"Yeah. Thank Brandon for that one..."
him: "He is a fucktard"
"No, it's cockbiting fucktard. Get it straight."
Just to throw in a little insult to injury, when I got to work, nothing was done (as usual), and I spent the next 2 1/2 hours straighting everything out.
Fucking Brandon....
I swear, he's gonna drive me insane.
24 November 2007
Red Vs. Blue: pure genius...
I love video games. I have since I was 7 years old. Started with arcade Pac-Man, have worked my way from the Atari 2600 (I guess I am kinda old) through every version of the Nintendo (except the Wii, as I would either hurt myself or the TV). From Nintendo to Sony. I love my PS2, and if my house caught on fire, it would be the one thing I saved.
As I have devoted so much time to said video games, the ones that I play I am pretty good at. Games like the "Blitz" series of football, the majority of golf games, Need For Speed racing series, RPG's (Final Fantasy and Suikoden series, but not Zelda), and a few other random games. Tomb Raider, GTA, God Of War, Tetris, etc. There is one kind of game I generally avoid, as I am horrible at them. My friends that play them are always trying to get me to play them, but......nah...
First person shooters....
I suck so bad at those games. I have played them on occasion. Since I am such a good sport, my friends like to use me as a target. I used to go to my friend Nate's house twice a week for these "Halo 2" marathons he would have at his house. It was a two-story house, so our set up was 4 different rooms, 4 TVs, 4 X-Box's, and 16 very loud players. It was AWESOME.....I would mostly just run around getting killed, and once in a great while, my team would get lucky and I would get off a random good shot. Mostly just a target though. It helped supposedly.
I don't play them on my own though.
So yesterday I was led to a video called "Red vs. Blue", a very funny video based on the game "Halo". It is one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life. Even more so due to the fact that 90% of my friends are addicted to that fucking game, and they take it so damn seriously. I have already seen this damn thing 7 times. In fact, it is on in the backround while I am writing this.
The Blue team consists of: Church, who is funny as hell, and who spends most of this season dead; Tucker, also funny, but because he is kinda stupid, and kind of an asshole, but in a funny way; and Caboose/O'Malley, who is dumber than a bag of rocks, and the funniest character to me.
The Red Team is comprised of: Simmons, who is probably the smartest one of the lot, but that isn't really saying much; Griff. who is the Red team equivalent of Tucker; and Donut (yes, Donut), who is only about 10 points ahead in the I.Q. department over Caboose.
Then there is Tex. But you have to watch it for that.
I got the giggles bad about a third of the way through. I have so many new swears, I am just looking for an excuse to use them. I got something else from watching this too, though.
This disgusting urge to learn how to play "Halo".
So I am going to ask my sweetie to teach me how to play. He doesn't know yet....
Just the mental picture I am getting of his reaction to this development is more than enough to send me into another fit of the giggles.....
So go watch it. It's about an hour an 10 minutes long, or you can buy it on DVD as well.
If you watch it on the net, make sure you look for the full season, or else you'll get it in the 3 - 5 minute clip form.
There are 5 seasons total, but I am still stuck on the first one, so I will have to get back to you on that.
As I have devoted so much time to said video games, the ones that I play I am pretty good at. Games like the "Blitz" series of football, the majority of golf games, Need For Speed racing series, RPG's (Final Fantasy and Suikoden series, but not Zelda), and a few other random games. Tomb Raider, GTA, God Of War, Tetris, etc. There is one kind of game I generally avoid, as I am horrible at them. My friends that play them are always trying to get me to play them, but......nah...
First person shooters....
I suck so bad at those games. I have played them on occasion. Since I am such a good sport, my friends like to use me as a target. I used to go to my friend Nate's house twice a week for these "Halo 2" marathons he would have at his house. It was a two-story house, so our set up was 4 different rooms, 4 TVs, 4 X-Box's, and 16 very loud players. It was AWESOME.....I would mostly just run around getting killed, and once in a great while, my team would get lucky and I would get off a random good shot. Mostly just a target though. It helped supposedly.
I don't play them on my own though.
So yesterday I was led to a video called "Red vs. Blue", a very funny video based on the game "Halo". It is one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life. Even more so due to the fact that 90% of my friends are addicted to that fucking game, and they take it so damn seriously. I have already seen this damn thing 7 times. In fact, it is on in the backround while I am writing this.
The Blue team consists of: Church, who is funny as hell, and who spends most of this season dead; Tucker, also funny, but because he is kinda stupid, and kind of an asshole, but in a funny way; and Caboose/O'Malley, who is dumber than a bag of rocks, and the funniest character to me.
The Red Team is comprised of: Simmons, who is probably the smartest one of the lot, but that isn't really saying much; Griff. who is the Red team equivalent of Tucker; and Donut (yes, Donut), who is only about 10 points ahead in the I.Q. department over Caboose.
Then there is Tex. But you have to watch it for that.
I got the giggles bad about a third of the way through. I have so many new swears, I am just looking for an excuse to use them. I got something else from watching this too, though.
This disgusting urge to learn how to play "Halo".
So I am going to ask my sweetie to teach me how to play. He doesn't know yet....
Just the mental picture I am getting of his reaction to this development is more than enough to send me into another fit of the giggles.....
So go watch it. It's about an hour an 10 minutes long, or you can buy it on DVD as well.
If you watch it on the net, make sure you look for the full season, or else you'll get it in the 3 - 5 minute clip form.
There are 5 seasons total, but I am still stuck on the first one, so I will have to get back to you on that.
The Christmas season has officially begun.
And it began the same way it does every year. The real official start I mean. You know what I'm talking about.
The start where a normally sane person all of a sudden has this overwhelming compulsion to go shopping at 5am. Sometimes this compulsion is so strong, that they will go to their garage, storage closest or what have you, and dig out their sleeping bag. So they can spend the night outside their store of choice. Because if they don't get that $300 laptop for their 10 year old, well, they can forget about their child ever speaking to them again.
Or so the Best Buy commercial told me.
Don't get me wrong, Best Buy is one of my favorite places on earth. They cater to me very well.....'cause I'm a nerd of the highest order, and Best Buy loves nerds..
Those fucking commercials though.....seriously. It's not like it's just them. I guess it is just unavoidable.
I am not that old, but man, are things different now....
I remember when Christmas came around some of the things I used to look forward to were all the Christmas specials that were always on year after year. You know, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", "Frosty The Snowman", "Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer", you get the point.
That, and what cool toys were coming out. That was also WAY different than now. I think the main difference is when I was younger, the toys that were around had more of a tendency to cater to our childhood. That, unfortunately, no longer seems to be the case. Now it tends to lean more towards growing today's children up too fast. I still haven't quite figured out how that happened.
Now when the X-mas commercials start the day after Thanksgiving, you see an amazing range of gift ideas you may have never thought of yourself, but seem pretty important all of a sudden...
Like....
You know, your husband/wife would love you just a little more if you bought them that new Lexus/Cadillac/(insert car name here) instead of a sweater like last year....
Or....
Your wife would really much have that $5000 diamond this Christmas, much more than the new refrigerator with the TV in it (she does not care about that) that you were going to buy for her.....hell, dude, you might even get laid....
Better yet....
If you buy your 11 year old son/daughter that $400 cell phone that they just have to own or they may just drop dead from embarassment for being the only 11 year old who doesn't have one, you may be lucky enough to be one of the few parents not referred to as an ASSHOLE....
Isn't Christmas a beautiful thing?
The start where a normally sane person all of a sudden has this overwhelming compulsion to go shopping at 5am. Sometimes this compulsion is so strong, that they will go to their garage, storage closest or what have you, and dig out their sleeping bag. So they can spend the night outside their store of choice. Because if they don't get that $300 laptop for their 10 year old, well, they can forget about their child ever speaking to them again.
Or so the Best Buy commercial told me.
Don't get me wrong, Best Buy is one of my favorite places on earth. They cater to me very well.....'cause I'm a nerd of the highest order, and Best Buy loves nerds..
Those fucking commercials though.....seriously. It's not like it's just them. I guess it is just unavoidable.
I am not that old, but man, are things different now....
I remember when Christmas came around some of the things I used to look forward to were all the Christmas specials that were always on year after year. You know, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", "Frosty The Snowman", "Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer", you get the point.
That, and what cool toys were coming out. That was also WAY different than now. I think the main difference is when I was younger, the toys that were around had more of a tendency to cater to our childhood. That, unfortunately, no longer seems to be the case. Now it tends to lean more towards growing today's children up too fast. I still haven't quite figured out how that happened.
Now when the X-mas commercials start the day after Thanksgiving, you see an amazing range of gift ideas you may have never thought of yourself, but seem pretty important all of a sudden...
Like....
You know, your husband/wife would love you just a little more if you bought them that new Lexus/Cadillac/(insert car name here) instead of a sweater like last year....
Or....
Your wife would really much have that $5000 diamond this Christmas, much more than the new refrigerator with the TV in it (she does not care about that) that you were going to buy for her.....hell, dude, you might even get laid....
Better yet....
If you buy your 11 year old son/daughter that $400 cell phone that they just have to own or they may just drop dead from embarassment for being the only 11 year old who doesn't have one, you may be lucky enough to be one of the few parents not referred to as an ASSHOLE....
Isn't Christmas a beautiful thing?
21 November 2007
I love this cartoon!
So I watch alot of cartoons. Can't be helped, I think most other TV is crap. 90% of the time, my television is tuned to Cartoon Network, and on Sunday night at 11:30pm, one of my favorites is on...
Robot Chicken.
If you haven't seen it, trust me, you are missing out. It was created by Seth Green and Matthew Senreich. It is kind of hard to describe, so I am just gonna show ya. These are 3 of my favorite clips of the moment...
Clip 1 - "Dinner with Vader" - enough said...
Clip 2 - "Delicious Gummy Bears" - this one is fucking hilarious. It starts out all sweet and cute, and it is all down hill from there.
Clip 3 - "Donkey Kong Halo" - I am a gamer. Donkey Kong has always been a favorite for me, and a very sweet guy I know loves Halo. For anyone who likes either or both, or even video games in general will love this one.
So I hope you enjoy this. I will introduce you to another one soon.
Robot Chicken.
If you haven't seen it, trust me, you are missing out. It was created by Seth Green and Matthew Senreich. It is kind of hard to describe, so I am just gonna show ya. These are 3 of my favorite clips of the moment...
Clip 1 - "Dinner with Vader" - enough said...
Clip 2 - "Delicious Gummy Bears" - this one is fucking hilarious. It starts out all sweet and cute, and it is all down hill from there.
Clip 3 - "Donkey Kong Halo" - I am a gamer. Donkey Kong has always been a favorite for me, and a very sweet guy I know loves Halo. For anyone who likes either or both, or even video games in general will love this one.
So I hope you enjoy this. I will introduce you to another one soon.
20 November 2007
One is funny, the other, well......
So I have two stories for you today. One is funny. The other? Well, the only word I can come up with for it is "extraordinary". These are work stories by the way....
As you may or may not recall, we have school lunch (see first post), so we do not start delivering to the regular customers until 11:45 am.
This is what I tell the first customer who calls. Her reaction was typical...
"What? Well that is just stupid"
me, just listening...
"Do you have the number for Domino's then?"
me, in my sweet & nice voice...
"Sure, you ready?"
"Yes"
*click*
She did not call back.
I have a very low tolerance for stupidity.
The other story....
About 2:30 pm...customer calls, I get to answer, my phone person just went home.
Wonderful.
Right from the get, this woman is being a complete bitch, but not so much that I can't tolerate it.
Until I told her what her delivery time was.
She was apparently under the impression that she was the only person in Garden Grove who wanted pizza at that time. Driver was already gone with 2, and 4 waiting.
"Your pizza will be there at 3:30."
"WHAT!!!???"
"3:30" I said it a little slower so she could understand me better.
"Well, how long if I come pick it up?"
"15 minutes"
"So if I walk over there, I could have it that quick, but if I get it delivered it will take an hour??"
"Yes" Once again.....done...
"Well, I just don't see how the fuck that works, I......"
SO done....so she gets....
"Look, first of all, if you keep talking to me like that, you will never be getting food here EVER again. Since I am a manager, I can do that. Do you still want this order or not?"
"Yes..."
"Do you still want it delivered, or are you going to come get it?"
"I said delivered..." still with a fucking attitude...
"3:30"
*click*
I almost cancelled this order because I was so pissed off at that woman. Since I am not one to be that damn petty about it, and went ahead and sent her order through...
There is one funny point to this story. She was throwing such a huge fit about the delivery time...she is the SAME shopping center I am in. It would have taken her literally 2 minutes to walk over and pick it up.
Anyway, about a half hour later, phone rings. Caller ID. It's her again.
Here we go.....
"How can I help you?" I just acted like nothing happened.
"Yes, this is Beatrice, I just called and placed and order with you a little bit ago" very calm...
"Yes...."
"I just wanted to call and apologize"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't even know what to say....
"No problem, it's okay"
She then spends the next few minutes apologizing for the way she acted, and of course, I told her it was fine, and that I really appreciated that she had done that.
And I really did. That shit never happens. I have been working customer service for near 20 years, and out of many 1,000's of owed apologies, that is the second one I have ever gotten.
I really do give that lady credit. It takes a lot of guts to call a complete stranger and apologize when you know you fucked up.
See, extraordinary....
I love my job.
As you may or may not recall, we have school lunch (see first post), so we do not start delivering to the regular customers until 11:45 am.
This is what I tell the first customer who calls. Her reaction was typical...
"What? Well that is just stupid"
me, just listening...
"Do you have the number for Domino's then?"
me, in my sweet & nice voice...
"Sure, you ready?"
"Yes"
*click*
She did not call back.
I have a very low tolerance for stupidity.
The other story....
About 2:30 pm...customer calls, I get to answer, my phone person just went home.
Wonderful.
Right from the get, this woman is being a complete bitch, but not so much that I can't tolerate it.
Until I told her what her delivery time was.
She was apparently under the impression that she was the only person in Garden Grove who wanted pizza at that time. Driver was already gone with 2, and 4 waiting.
"Your pizza will be there at 3:30."
"WHAT!!!???"
"3:30" I said it a little slower so she could understand me better.
"Well, how long if I come pick it up?"
"15 minutes"
"So if I walk over there, I could have it that quick, but if I get it delivered it will take an hour??"
"Yes" Once again.....done...
"Well, I just don't see how the fuck that works, I......"
SO done....so she gets....
"Look, first of all, if you keep talking to me like that, you will never be getting food here EVER again. Since I am a manager, I can do that. Do you still want this order or not?"
"Yes..."
"Do you still want it delivered, or are you going to come get it?"
"I said delivered..." still with a fucking attitude...
"3:30"
*click*
I almost cancelled this order because I was so pissed off at that woman. Since I am not one to be that damn petty about it, and went ahead and sent her order through...
There is one funny point to this story. She was throwing such a huge fit about the delivery time...she is the SAME shopping center I am in. It would have taken her literally 2 minutes to walk over and pick it up.
Anyway, about a half hour later, phone rings. Caller ID. It's her again.
Here we go.....
"How can I help you?" I just acted like nothing happened.
"Yes, this is Beatrice, I just called and placed and order with you a little bit ago" very calm...
"Yes...."
"I just wanted to call and apologize"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't even know what to say....
"No problem, it's okay"
She then spends the next few minutes apologizing for the way she acted, and of course, I told her it was fine, and that I really appreciated that she had done that.
And I really did. That shit never happens. I have been working customer service for near 20 years, and out of many 1,000's of owed apologies, that is the second one I have ever gotten.
I really do give that lady credit. It takes a lot of guts to call a complete stranger and apologize when you know you fucked up.
See, extraordinary....
I love my job.
19 November 2007
Even closer to the end..
I was gonna wait 'til it was over, but.....
SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!
What the fuck is wrong with Suresh??? Did he really just shoot Noah?? He just spared you even though you just fucked him over, and then you pull this? Are you fucking serious???
Yes, I am talking about 'Heroes'....it's Monday, sheesh....
I really super pissed about this....
Yes, I know that Noah is supposed to be the bad guy, but damn it!!!! He wasn't that bad.....besides, what a great character...
Shit.
And still no Sylar. And where is Kaitlyn? I mean, c'mon Peter, it's not like you don't remember where ya left her.
Oh SHIT!!!! Noah's not dead!!!!!!!! Awesome!!!!!!!!!
The preview looks promising as well, but I've been burned before.....not bigger than the burn of the show ending in TWO FUCKING WEEKS though.
Ah, "The Hills" is on..
Stupid Heidi...
So, back to the important show..
Suresh is an idiot. So mad at him right now.
Matt's powers are super strong now. Not only can he read minds, he can make you do whatever he wants...
I laughed when Elle electrocuted herself. That's what you get, Veronica Mars. I hope Claire kicks her ass next week. It's not like Elle can really kill her.
Next week should be pretty great!!
SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!
What the fuck is wrong with Suresh??? Did he really just shoot Noah?? He just spared you even though you just fucked him over, and then you pull this? Are you fucking serious???
Yes, I am talking about 'Heroes'....it's Monday, sheesh....
I really super pissed about this....
Yes, I know that Noah is supposed to be the bad guy, but damn it!!!! He wasn't that bad.....besides, what a great character...
Shit.
And still no Sylar. And where is Kaitlyn? I mean, c'mon Peter, it's not like you don't remember where ya left her.
Oh SHIT!!!! Noah's not dead!!!!!!!! Awesome!!!!!!!!!
The preview looks promising as well, but I've been burned before.....not bigger than the burn of the show ending in TWO FUCKING WEEKS though.
Ah, "The Hills" is on..
Stupid Heidi...
So, back to the important show..
Suresh is an idiot. So mad at him right now.
Matt's powers are super strong now. Not only can he read minds, he can make you do whatever he wants...
I laughed when Elle electrocuted herself. That's what you get, Veronica Mars. I hope Claire kicks her ass next week. It's not like Elle can really kill her.
Next week should be pretty great!!
18 November 2007
Finally, something worthy of Christmas..
So, for those who actually do come here to visit, you'll have noticed that I have changed things around a bit. This will probably happen quite a few times while I am in the beginning process of this..
Anyway, my point was that you will notice that I have added a list of links for the sites I visit on a daily basis, one of the main one being Raymitheminx.com, another being duanestorey.com.
See, the thing is, these two are friends....
Raymi has been running her blog for a very long time. She has a style all her own that many try to imitate, but they usually don't succeed.
Until today.
So getting down to the bottom of her post today I see a link to something entitled..duanetheminx.com...
Oh my god...
About 10 seconds in I was already giggling hysterically. Half way through I was crying so hard from laughing that I had to take my glasses off.
Then there is the video....
I never thought it would be so entertaining to watch some one do the "drunk white boy" dance in a Santa hat....to Britney Spears.....
It is beyond awesome!!!!
So when you watch this, be prepared. Make sure you have already made your trip to the restroom, and that you are not drinking milk, because the results will be bad..
Enjoy all, and welcome to the Christmas season!!
http://duanetheminx.com/
Anyway, my point was that you will notice that I have added a list of links for the sites I visit on a daily basis, one of the main one being Raymitheminx.com, another being duanestorey.com.
See, the thing is, these two are friends....
Raymi has been running her blog for a very long time. She has a style all her own that many try to imitate, but they usually don't succeed.
Until today.
So getting down to the bottom of her post today I see a link to something entitled..duanetheminx.com...
Oh my god...
About 10 seconds in I was already giggling hysterically. Half way through I was crying so hard from laughing that I had to take my glasses off.
Then there is the video....
I never thought it would be so entertaining to watch some one do the "drunk white boy" dance in a Santa hat....to Britney Spears.....
It is beyond awesome!!!!
So when you watch this, be prepared. Make sure you have already made your trip to the restroom, and that you are not drinking milk, because the results will be bad..
Enjoy all, and welcome to the Christmas season!!
http://duanetheminx.com/
17 November 2007
...you know it's true, there's nothing I can do about you...
It's funny how things in life happen sometimes....
For most, life is a pleasant experience. The have a good family life, good friends. They start families of their own, and do their best to teach their children their morals, and most succeed.
For others, not so pleasant. Sometimes born into bad situations, the end is not always good. The thing is, people react to similar situations in many different ways. Some are not strong enough, and let it overtake them. Some are stronger, but most of the time have to give up part of their soul in order to survive.
I ended up with a little of both.
I don't sleep much. Maybe 3 to 4 hours a night. I am a very light sleeper as well, so the slighest odd noise and I am awake. And can't go back to sleep.
I'm generally pretty quiet. I don't trust people, so any talking I do is usually nothing of consequence. You know, bullshitting about movies, music, any banal type of conversation like that.
I keep completely to myself. I have a million hobbies that makes this very easy to accomplish. Maybe too easy, but I am only completely at ease when I am alone, or around the very few people in the world I actually trust.
Like I said, funny how things happen in life sometimes....
I never expect much. It helps keep the disappointment factor down.
Then, out of left field...
It happens....
You finally meet someone that changes your life for the better.
Oddly enough, it is the equivalent of a swift kick in the ass...
Only in a good way.
Someone that I can talk to. That learned more about me in the first two weeks than the people closest to me. Who can make me laugh like no ones business at the drop of a hat, and who has literally turned me into a giggling idiot. That has shared more with me than he has with others. That I have apparently turned into a smiling fool (so I have been told). Who has taught me to stop looking at things in the negative. Someone who definitely knows how to make a girl feel like she is the most important thing in the world. Someone who is the most important thing in mine.
Someone who I can and do trust...
We have an immense amount of things in common, including much love for a short story called "The Night Opus". This is the quote I received from it, from him, a few days ago...
"...and as she returned, I watched her walk down the stairs. And, in that very brief moment, my mind took a picture. A picture of her smiling at me as she never had before. It was as if, for one split second, everything in the world stopped. Armies put down their weapons and decided to make war an affair of timed-kite flying, the worst teams in every sporting team on earth won by enormous margins, those that had nothing gained everything and I was standing in an openess so vast and spectacular that I was reduced to nothing more than a pickling jar filled with air saved from the beginning of time. It was, in a word, rapture. You may think it sounds unlike me or silly of me to say, but I hope that in your life you will know what I'm getting at."
I know...
So to you, I say....
Thank you, honey bear..
For most, life is a pleasant experience. The have a good family life, good friends. They start families of their own, and do their best to teach their children their morals, and most succeed.
For others, not so pleasant. Sometimes born into bad situations, the end is not always good. The thing is, people react to similar situations in many different ways. Some are not strong enough, and let it overtake them. Some are stronger, but most of the time have to give up part of their soul in order to survive.
I ended up with a little of both.
I don't sleep much. Maybe 3 to 4 hours a night. I am a very light sleeper as well, so the slighest odd noise and I am awake. And can't go back to sleep.
I'm generally pretty quiet. I don't trust people, so any talking I do is usually nothing of consequence. You know, bullshitting about movies, music, any banal type of conversation like that.
I keep completely to myself. I have a million hobbies that makes this very easy to accomplish. Maybe too easy, but I am only completely at ease when I am alone, or around the very few people in the world I actually trust.
Like I said, funny how things happen in life sometimes....
I never expect much. It helps keep the disappointment factor down.
Then, out of left field...
It happens....
You finally meet someone that changes your life for the better.
Oddly enough, it is the equivalent of a swift kick in the ass...
Only in a good way.
Someone that I can talk to. That learned more about me in the first two weeks than the people closest to me. Who can make me laugh like no ones business at the drop of a hat, and who has literally turned me into a giggling idiot. That has shared more with me than he has with others. That I have apparently turned into a smiling fool (so I have been told). Who has taught me to stop looking at things in the negative. Someone who definitely knows how to make a girl feel like she is the most important thing in the world. Someone who is the most important thing in mine.
Someone who I can and do trust...
We have an immense amount of things in common, including much love for a short story called "The Night Opus". This is the quote I received from it, from him, a few days ago...
"...and as she returned, I watched her walk down the stairs. And, in that very brief moment, my mind took a picture. A picture of her smiling at me as she never had before. It was as if, for one split second, everything in the world stopped. Armies put down their weapons and decided to make war an affair of timed-kite flying, the worst teams in every sporting team on earth won by enormous margins, those that had nothing gained everything and I was standing in an openess so vast and spectacular that I was reduced to nothing more than a pickling jar filled with air saved from the beginning of time. It was, in a word, rapture. You may think it sounds unlike me or silly of me to say, but I hope that in your life you will know what I'm getting at."
I know...
So to you, I say....
Thank you, honey bear..
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