Let's just say, I've been a little busy. The time I used to spend writing funny little comments and reading other people's stories is now spent harvesting crops, collecting eggs and collecting tractors.
I have a "little problem."
You do have to admit, I have a mighty fine looking farm.
I've missed you all so much, and I'll be back. Just as soon as I reach Level 70.
Now watch the video. It really captures the essence of the Farmville craze.
My little sister traveled to Italy recently and she told me that the Italians eat Nutella on EVERYTHING. I figure the Italians know their food, so today, I purchased my first jar of Nutella.
OH. MY. GOD
Gusti cosi buona!!
Coincidentally, February 5th is World Nutella Day.
In honor of this exciting celebration of this chocolaty, hazelnutty, delicious treat, I'm "SPREADING" the word that this stuff rocks!!
So take it from me, go get yourself some NUTELLA, spread it on a warm croissant, dip a strawberry in it, or do like I do and take a big old spoonful. Who cares if you have rotted teeth and a butt the size of Texas? It's totally worth it.
As usual, this is not a paid endorsement. I never make any money off this damn blog.
There is no religious impetus for it, it's guilt free (noone died for the holiday) and it's in the middle of summer.
Thongs, wife-beaters and stubbies are the attire of choice, while you kick back, drink some beer (though perhaps NOT keeping the beer in the spirit of the holiday—Fourex and VB suck my balls!) and chuck some prawns on the barbie—gold!
2 posts in one day....This one has pictures. Lots of them.
Because we live in a valley, and we pay that nasty sunshine tax, we suffer in the winter. Maybe it's part of that sunshine tax, I don't really know what that tax includes, I've just heard people say we have one, but anyways, it's usually overcast and dismal in the winter. So as soon as I saw the sun shining, I grabbed my camera and that stinky tennis ball and took the dogs outside.
Here the majestic Golden Retriever soaks up the rays. He needs them because he is solar powered and has plans on ripping up the grass with his mighty paws as he catches his prey, the stinky tennis ball. But first he must actually rip up some grass, namely my zebra grass, he then pulled two branches of my forsythia. You can see the stinky tennis ball sneaking up on him.
Then we went inside and ate candies.
But that's never stopped me from writing a blog post before, so here goes!!!
Today is my "cleaning day" which means I'll talk on the phone alot, because the only way I can pass the time happily is to gossip while I scrub. If you have my phone number and want to chat, I'll be home all day.
Yesterday I had one and a half root canals and wrote a check to my dentist for $1,400. I'm a tooth grinder. My dentist told me that cracked teeth and stress fractures are an epidemic these days, which I guess means the lousy economy is working out pretty well for the dentists of America.
Next Friday we head to Orlando for five days to stay with my parents. We still haven't decided which Disney venue to hit. I'm thinking we might head to one of the theme parks on Superbowl Sunday. What do you think? We could care less about the Superbowl this year. None of my favorite teams made it to the big day, so maybe we can avoid some lines.
Now for some tennis...how about that Australian Open? LOVE IT!!! The only drawback? Sooo distracting for me!!! The highlight for me is the return of Justine Henin. I love short little players. They give me hope.
That's what's going on here in Jersey.
Pray something interesting happens to me today.
My blogging well is running dry.
* No more 'left-handed' acoustic cover girl, haha. So sowwy now I've mirrored it :) Enjoy.
Towards the end of winter, I tend to go into full scale Lilly Pulitzer obsession mode. I guess it's because by February, I'm sick of cold weather and I want sun, surf, and summer, which is Lilly Pulitzer to a T-ski. But no matter what, by March I almost always have a new dress, shirt, and skirt. I was ridiculously excited to find out that MAC is doing a Lillyland collection of cosmetics. They're all bright and cheerful and I want them all.
I HAVE to get this. For realz.
I'll be back as soon as I get my life back together.
wait for 7 seconds and press PLAY to the track above. ;)
You know what, it reminds me of
the rash rabbit on Alice in the Wonderland :)
And yeah, this song's keep playing round and round in my head...
Can you keep a secret, just a little secret
It won't take much of your time
Maybe it's the weather, I don't really bother
I'm just trying to make you mine
Leave your boring castle
Run with me...
And when you hold my hand
I'll be all right I would not cry
Into the open air
We'll see the light along the way
Will you take a moment, just a little moment
It won't take much of your plan
If destiny is waiting, tell her I'll be walking
Cause I'm not playing the waiting game..
If destiny is waiting,
tell her I'll be leaving
Run with me
Run with me...
Secret - Adhitia Sofyan (:
Yay, the second album is out! :)
and it's FREE! download it here, right from his blog.
favorite part: how he sings soft but firmly pronounced "Forget Jakarta" not Jha'-khert-aa. Yes, he may forgetting Jakarta, but still not forgetting the Indonesian accents :) I love the reffrain.
2. After The Rain
"...So let me remember the shape of the evening
Cause when the day's over
who knows when I'll see you again." (:
4. Immortal Mellow
6. Dont Look Back
You go full speed ahead now
While these walls
Freeze me back in time.."
Painful. But somehow still sounds sweet.
"Leave your boring castle, run with me." Beautiful. (Mungkin di lagu ini ya yang tadinya berlirik 'I am walking'-nya Tak Gendong - Mbah Surip? hehe..)
8. The Stalker
"About the song : It’s great isn’t it that there are numerous social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter available in this romantic age? you can always have a look out on that special someone that doesn’t belong to you without having to leave your spot."
...THIS-IS-SO-TRUE. *sob* :") reminds me of my crush, how I stalked him for years, ..and enjoy being invisible, he doesn't even know I'm exist.
9. Dark Side
11. In To The Light
"In you all I wanted,
In you everything
In to you I believe,
Everything will fall down in the end..."
Simple yet lovely :)
Setelah hijrah dari blog lama ke blog ini tahun kemarin, baru sekarang sempet masang hit counter. Jadi gue juga ga tau jumlah sebenernya berapa. Setelah kemarin tanya-tanya di twitter, Bang Raditya Dika berbaik hati ngasih tau :) Gue baru bikin account Google Analytics-nya, sekarang juga belom ngerti-ngerti banget (hiks), jadilah hit counter ini dimulai dari kemarin. And thanks for visiting ya, hayo jangan lupa balik lagi :)
Have you seen the photos of Massachusetts Senator-Elect Scott Brown? Here they are from Cosmopolitan Magazine in1982 was he was a 22-year-old law student. Even then, he described himself as "a bit of a patriot".
I'm going to leave the commentary to you.
I am also shooting Karla getting ready for her wedding the day before! 2 weddings in 2 days.
And we are making concrete plans to go to Disneyland in October where we will meet Amy, David and Trevor, and if everything is still a go, I'll be taking pictures of their wedding too. We are also planning this trip with my oldest and dearest friend, Terrell and her family, she's not really my oldest friend, but I can tease her. We've known each other since we were 12 yrs. old.
"Trust yourself. You have put yourself right where you belong. Then cleaning and organizing is more enjoyable because it applies to building the world that you want to live in. Smiles :)"
Thanks Dave. I'm going to remember that as I go through my day.
I love my blog friends.
When I woke up this morning and went into my 6 year old daughter's room, I realized that I was going to need to change my plans.
She was BURNING up.
Time to shift gears, and quickly.
I tucked the little one back into bed and I called my neighbor to drive my 10 year old to school.
And now, here I sit. Waiting patiently for my pediatricians office to open.
There goes my glamorous day. A day I was going to spend tooling around in the minivan, going to recycling, grocery shopping and registering my daughters for spring lacrosse.
Instead I get to stay home and care for my sick daughter. (That's the good part, I get to spend time with her.)
While she rests, I have to do the mature thing, and clean this damn house from top to bottom.
I'm so thankful we have a nice big house. Not so thankful for all the work it takes to keep it clean.
Quite frankly, I'm having a mid-life crisis.
I'm a cliche. A bored housewife.
If any of you have suggestions on how I can make cleaning and organizing more enjoyable, I am open to any and all suggestions.
In the meantime, you know where you can find me...here, in suburban Jersey, with a mop in my hand and a SMILE on my face!!
I've been 'suffering' for the last week or so with a bit of a sore throat, although it's not reallly sore so much as it is irritated, and irritating. The glands in my neck are swollen too. Some days it's not bad, and other's it is. I'd like to just get whatever it is, be sick and get better. Is that too much to ask?
A very nice guy sold me his almost brand new 50mm f/1.4 lens yesterday. After much back and forth about whether or not I 'needed' this lens, and yes, I am going to use lots of 'quotation' marks today, I finally decided I did need it. I had been looking at the f/1.2 and reading reviews and it didn't get great ones, and it's way over priced. This nice guy got the f/1.4 mid-October and then his even nicer parents bought him a Nikon for Christmas. Win Win for both of us. This lens will help me take better indoor photos. I'm selling my flash because I've come to the conclussion we don't work well together, I love the natural light and shooting in it, I don't get the same happy results with the flash. Some people do.
I'm sending off our Anime Evolution Convention registration forms today. It's at UBC in Burnaby, in August. I can smell it now, 5000 costumed people, 38 degrees and no deoderant. I can't wait!
Things we are looking forward to in the last few weeks of January...
- more rain, and warmer weather.
- babies, not ours.
- taking pictures of babies.
- Linus's birthday, the big 3!
The vibe in SA was insane, with a massive cyclist awareness due to the Tour Down Under and the appearance of Lance Armstrong. So tight is Armstrong's grip on Adelaide that when he Tweeted that he would have a 'Lance ride' on Saturday in Glenelg at 9am, 5000 people showed up.
And also pretty annoying considering Saturday was race day for elite categories of the Australian Mountain Bike XC Championships. Half an hour into the elite women's race, as we were chewing our stems and trying desperately to keep the rubber side down, Lance was having a party with all our spectators. GREAT!
Despite the less-than-expected turnout (thanks, Lance), the race was good fun with local MTB fans all out and about.
In the women's race about 25 or 30 dirt girls graced the start line.
For some reason I had a good start from the second grid line, heading up into the singletrack in about seventh or eighth.
The course itself didn't feature too many obstacles, but the loose and rocky nature of the trails made it a hard course to tame at speed.
I rode lap one not feeling the heat of the race too much, Tori rode ahead and that was fine, but lap two Terri pulled ahead and though I tried to stay in sight, a nasty crash near the end of the lap lost me precious time—not to mention leg power!
Thanks to some metro guys for pulling me off the track and unclipping me and making sure I could feel my left leg again before I rode off!
Perhaps I shouldn't have worried about the leg—time is, after all, the essence—as two others passed me during this dirt time.
When I climbed onto my bike after what seemed like forever (but was probably only 2 minutes) I seemed to have no power in my legs. They soon got up to speed again but continued throbbing for the remainder of the race with a constant reminder of the crash.
I was able to pretty much maintain that position, feeling a bit crap throughout the entire third lap but rallying for the fourth, up until I crashed again! And it was in the same spot! I have no reasoning for this—the first crash I had no idea what had happened, the second crash I knew over the top of the drop that I was too far right, but it was too late to change anything by then I was on the ground again.
I was trying to follow another attack at that stage, which had got away with the crashing business. Luckily the second crash wouldn't have lost me more than a minute, I don't think.
Anyway, rubbing's racing—even when it's with the dirt!
It's great to be racing with the girls, and not just dangling out the back and trying to hold on for dear life.
Who knows what next years nationals will bring?
I can't be too unhappy with 9th—top ten despite the falls is OK, even if I was hoping to ride more consistently.
Aido managed a stellar 5th in the men's race. Deciding not to ride off the front from the gun proved to be a wise choice, as he had the staying power for perhaps his best national championship race result in elite...ever?
Go team ALAB(am)!
Dinner was paid for (partially by me!) my date had blown the chocolate cake out of his nose, and it looked like our date is coming to a close...or was it?
I figured it was my turn to contribute to the evening, so I began dashing up and down 9th Avenue in a desperate attempt to flag a cab.
"What are you doing?!" my date inquired. "Wind sprints!" I replied, "I want to burn off my Chicken Marsala." He seemed to accept this explanation.
I felt like the Birdman of Alcatraz. I had to escape this hell, at any cost, and I was willing to do anything to anything to make it happen.
Finally, I managed to snag us a cab. It was a beautiful thing. I really enjoyed the trip home. It was a ton of fun to watch Greg hit Brian on the back of the head for 20 minutes. As we entered the city limits, my date ordered the cab to halt outside the biggest, loudest meat market in town. I was so spent from my wind sprints, I didn't have the energy to protest.
"Best friend's girlfriend" and I both needed to powder our noses, so we waded through the beer and vomit and managed to make it to the ladies room.
As we primped our hair in the mirror she remarked to me..."Aren't Brian and Greg hilarious!! They can amuse each other for ever! What do you want? They're guys!! Oooh, Modern English...I LOVE this song. Let's go!"
She grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me through the crowd.
That's when it hit me.
"This girl is deep" I thought. "She has the secret. THEY'RE GUYS!"
What did I expect? Someone to talk to me for any other reason than to ask what kind of underwear I had on or whether of not I like to give back rubs? I don't know what I was thinking.
*It was at that moment I realized that I needed a serious attitude adjustment. Sooo, I did what any respectable girl would do, I went up front while the guys talked, and I danced in place with "best friend's girlfriend." We talked about each other's new clothes and used each other's lipstick. Occasionally the boys would do something silly and we would giggle with appreciation.
At the end of the night I went home with my new boyfriend. I gave him a back rub and listened to him talk about how much money he made the previous year. I even made him a sandwich.
It was a pivotal moment in my life, because I had finally figured out how to make a relationship work.
Life is really only as complicated as you make it.
*Fake endingOkay, the real ending is, after I used the facilities, I politely excused myself, and caught a cab home. ALONE.
When Prince Charming called the next day to ask me out on yet another date, he was shocked when I refused. He thought we had a GREAT time.
You know what they say, "You have to kiss alot of frogs, before you find your prince."
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give my husband a big hug, and thank my lucky stars that I found him.
Canon Speedlite 430 EX II flash in box with case and small stand. Used maybe 2 dozen times, less than a year old. $225 OBO. I bought this before I realized I am a natural light photographer.
Let me know if you are interested in either of these.
I will finish it in my next post. (Whether you want to hear it or not.)
Unfortunately my life is off track because yesterday, I experienced my first ever migraine.
And boy was it a doozy.
I'm not sure what triggered it. Perhaps it was reliving one of my worst ever dates, perhaps it was all the news I'm hearing recently of people I know losing jobs, maybe it's hormonal. My friend Sandy says migraines indicate that you have deep, unresolved issues...(what else is new?)
Whatever the cause, I'm telling you, Mister Man, it HURT.
So...today I will attempt to get this house back in order. (I've been working non-stop for over 6 hours.) I will then make myself pretty and go out on a date with my best guy. (In case you don't know who I'm referring to, that would be MY HUSBAND, a guy who knows how to treat a lady when he takes her out.)
Tonight, when I lay my head on the pillow, I will pray I never, EVER, experience the pain I felt all day yesterday.
Anyone out there a member of the "Migraine Club?"
If so, let's swap war stories.
Footnote: I've been running over the possible causes for my migraine again, and I came up with one more possibility...caffeine and sugar withdrawal. I've been trying to eat healthier (steel cut oatmeal, salads, less candy) and only have one Diet Coke a day for the past week. Is it possible that my body went into shock?? Time for some Google research.