11.13.2010
shameless plug.
The video went viral. Just like that I am now listening to the Atomic Tom cd on repeat in my car everyday.
Logano fan club...sign me up.
My first NASCAR experience was a success. While I cannot call myself a fan of NASCAR, I have chosen two drivers to follow: Brad Keselowski and Joey Logano.
Logano was the first driver I ever asked about. Something about the young ones I am attracted to. Part of Joe Gibbs racing, he drives the #20 Home Depot car.
Kyle surprised me with this gift, an autographed #20 Home Depot model stock car, for our 5 month. It could not be any more perfect - Tony Stewart used to drive the same car before he left for Stewart-Haas. I officially own NASCAR paraphernalia.
Logano was the first driver I ever asked about. Something about the young ones I am attracted to. Part of Joe Gibbs racing, he drives the #20 Home Depot car.
Kyle surprised me with this gift, an autographed #20 Home Depot model stock car, for our 5 month. It could not be any more perfect - Tony Stewart used to drive the same car before he left for Stewart-Haas. I officially own NASCAR paraphernalia.
8.26.2010
5.08.2010
3.12.2010
Bone Thugs.
'Crossroads' has been a default ringer on my cell phones since college. A high school friend introduced me to the talented group, Bone Thugs n Harmony, in 10th grade, and I have been in love with them ever since. They take rap to a whole different level, and they are coming out with a new album - together, the original 5. Can't wait!
1.23.2010
Texas Fight!...'til the end.
It has been over two weeks since the saddest day of the start of the new year. January 7, 2010 - The Longhorns fall to Alabama. Colt McCoy falls to the Tide.
It took this long for me to even speak of the game. The feeling was indescribable. To go from such a high - the defense was all over it...and in an instant, one hit, to fall to such a low. Watching the game with a roomful of alumni, the air became cold. Those sitting were now standing. Some watching now had eyes closed. Our leader was not returning to the game.
Enter freshman quarterback, Gilbert.
A long, courageous battle until the end...37-21.
The Eyes of Texas are upon you. Hook 'em!
It took this long for me to even speak of the game. The feeling was indescribable. To go from such a high - the defense was all over it...and in an instant, one hit, to fall to such a low. Watching the game with a roomful of alumni, the air became cold. Those sitting were now standing. Some watching now had eyes closed. Our leader was not returning to the game.
Enter freshman quarterback, Gilbert.
A long, courageous battle until the end...37-21.
The Eyes of Texas are upon you. Hook 'em!
12.05.2009
I <3 Texas!
I love that I went to one of the best schools in the nation! Few schools recognize the pride behind our teams and its players. Games like tonight make me realize how much I bleed burnt orange. While trying not to be obnoxious, I am further fueled by the site of other Texas fans, the sound of the fight song, the mention of football and Colt McCoy, and ecstatic status updates and wall posts that flood the Facebook wall after each victory. 2009 Big XII Champions, baby!!! Texas Fight!!!
11.30.2009
too critical.
How do I go about getting a gig like this? 120 seconds to speak my mind and be as sarcastic as hell about it.
11.18.2009
thinking mat.
In Kindergarten it was called the Thinking Mat, a roughly 1.5'x 2' piece of carpet you would be sent to sit on after misbehaving. You would be asked to sit on the carpet for 5-10 minutes to "think." (I am obviously attempting an educated guess as to how long it was...) Such a simple concept back then. You sit, and no one is allowed to speak to you, let alone come near you. For those 5-10 minutes, the moment was yours.
Some days I cannot seem to buy 5-10 minutes for myself. If it is not the constant interaction of people throughout the day that keeps me, it is the traffic of thoughts that refuse to yield. Maybe the solution is a work-timeout. A cubicle, if you will. Isolation from the rest; the only distractions being the muffled voices between cubed walls. Lunch granted if thoughts compiled, goals set, and deadlines met.
Looks like no lunch for me today.
Some days I cannot seem to buy 5-10 minutes for myself. If it is not the constant interaction of people throughout the day that keeps me, it is the traffic of thoughts that refuse to yield. Maybe the solution is a work-timeout. A cubicle, if you will. Isolation from the rest; the only distractions being the muffled voices between cubed walls. Lunch granted if thoughts compiled, goals set, and deadlines met.
Looks like no lunch for me today.
11.11.2009
men of Port Charles.
Claudia Zacchara is dead. Brother Johnny has decided that a scruffy look goes hand in hand during his time of mourning, which has been void of tears and any real sentimental moment. Kind of like how the Wolverine handled Jean Grey's absence. See the resemblance?
Over time, some characters are re-casted. Just as sports fans have favorite athletes, soap junkies have favorite actors/actresses that play each role. Over the past 10 years, I have adopted my own favorites. Jonathan Jackson was the original Lucky. Since then Jacob Young and Greg Vaughan have been casted as Lucky, but neither did the character justice. I was thrilled to hear the narration, "The role of Lucky Spencer is now played by Jonathan Jackson" last week. Welcome back, Lucky.
I think I speak on behalf of all General Hospital fans when I thank the producers for finally re-casting the role of Michael Corrinthos, III. I do not know how much more of the ugly red headed kid I could take. I will not even question the miracle of genetics. I can now watch each scene with ease, as Drew Garrett is definitely easier on the eye.
And then there's Sam and Jason...they are finally back together! ...sort of.
Ah, it is no wonder I cannot seem to clear out my DVR. Prime time shows consume it, as I struggle to keep up with my daily dose of Port Charles.
...so are the days of my life.
Over time, some characters are re-casted. Just as sports fans have favorite athletes, soap junkies have favorite actors/actresses that play each role. Over the past 10 years, I have adopted my own favorites. Jonathan Jackson was the original Lucky. Since then Jacob Young and Greg Vaughan have been casted as Lucky, but neither did the character justice. I was thrilled to hear the narration, "The role of Lucky Spencer is now played by Jonathan Jackson" last week. Welcome back, Lucky.
I think I speak on behalf of all General Hospital fans when I thank the producers for finally re-casting the role of Michael Corrinthos, III. I do not know how much more of the ugly red headed kid I could take. I will not even question the miracle of genetics. I can now watch each scene with ease, as Drew Garrett is definitely easier on the eye.
And then there's Sam and Jason...they are finally back together! ...sort of.
Ah, it is no wonder I cannot seem to clear out my DVR. Prime time shows consume it, as I struggle to keep up with my daily dose of Port Charles.
...so are the days of my life.
11.04.2009
just call me Lulu.
In the past, the misguided and confused have told me that I resemble Lucy Liu and Sandra Oh.
Last I checked my eyes were not as slanted as Lucy's, and my face looked more like a tomato than a yam, like Sandra's. Hell, at one point in time, there was a girl on Barney (I think her name was Min), and people said I looked like her (maybe, minus the bangs...).
I had not had a case of mistaken identity in awhile...until today, that is. The lady working the fitting room at Old Navy insisted on keeping me 5 minutes to tell me how uncanny the resemblance was between me and a character on Nickelodeon - Lulu from True Jackson VP.
She was so animated while convincing me of this resemblance, that I was thinking it was only a matter of time before she whipped out a Sharpie and had me autograph her shirt. She continued telling me how if her daughter were present, she would be ecstatic and doing flips around the store. You can only imagine my reaction when I came home to Google image this Lulu character. I mean, I know I look young...but come on, a 16 year old Filipino?
I guess it could be worse. She could have been way off the map and told me I looked like Dora the Explorer. Though the animated Latina does have a best friend named Boots the Monkey, which I think is pretty damn cool.
Last I checked my eyes were not as slanted as Lucy's, and my face looked more like a tomato than a yam, like Sandra's. Hell, at one point in time, there was a girl on Barney (I think her name was Min), and people said I looked like her (maybe, minus the bangs...).
I had not had a case of mistaken identity in awhile...until today, that is. The lady working the fitting room at Old Navy insisted on keeping me 5 minutes to tell me how uncanny the resemblance was between me and a character on Nickelodeon - Lulu from True Jackson VP.
She was so animated while convincing me of this resemblance, that I was thinking it was only a matter of time before she whipped out a Sharpie and had me autograph her shirt. She continued telling me how if her daughter were present, she would be ecstatic and doing flips around the store. You can only imagine my reaction when I came home to Google image this Lulu character. I mean, I know I look young...but come on, a 16 year old Filipino?
I guess it could be worse. She could have been way off the map and told me I looked like Dora the Explorer. Though the animated Latina does have a best friend named Boots the Monkey, which I think is pretty damn cool.
10.07.2009
not just a bagger.
This is probably one of the cheesiest, if not THE cheesiest, things I will ever post and write about...(do not judge me by my moment of cheesy weakness)...
Today I voluntarily attended a customer service class. One of the things I wanted to improve on after receiving my most recent evaluation was the service I provided day in and day out at both of my jobs. Kiss ass, you say? It sure seems that way, doesn't it? But as hard as it may be to believe, I really did hope to get a lot out of the class. And I did.
It takes a toll on you after awhile. Dealing with stupid people, sick people, ignorant people, old people, foreigners...it is far from easy. I may not have Down's. I may not be a bagger. And I sure as hell may not have people lining up to encounter my services. But I do expect myself to provide notable service on a regular basis, as I chose to be in this line of business. I choose to continue working with the public, regardless of their IQ, age, or race, and they deserve the best I can give.
Today I voluntarily attended a customer service class. One of the things I wanted to improve on after receiving my most recent evaluation was the service I provided day in and day out at both of my jobs. Kiss ass, you say? It sure seems that way, doesn't it? But as hard as it may be to believe, I really did hope to get a lot out of the class. And I did.
It takes a toll on you after awhile. Dealing with stupid people, sick people, ignorant people, old people, foreigners...it is far from easy. I may not have Down's. I may not be a bagger. And I sure as hell may not have people lining up to encounter my services. But I do expect myself to provide notable service on a regular basis, as I chose to be in this line of business. I choose to continue working with the public, regardless of their IQ, age, or race, and they deserve the best I can give.
10.02.2009
10.01.2009
7.24.2009
another one bites the dust.
The year 2009 just has not been kind. Another loving soul has left us.
He was that kind of guy. He made time for small talk and appreciated every moment in life. At work he always called me "kid" and always asked how my day was. I still remember the times he would stop by the pharmacy just to say "hi." I only wish I could have visited him more often, especially when he was diagnosed. I know he is in a better place now...and taking care of his wife from up above. He will be missed, and I will think of him every time I read about or watch Penn State football.
Rest in peace, Richard (Dick) Russell.
The thing I will remember the most is this conversation we had about his marriage and how he and his wife would FIND the time to just sit and talk after their days work. He said they would sit on the patio with a drink in hand and would listen to one another’s day and that meant a lot to him. I thought to myself…how wonderful that must have been and how that will be no more. I would love to have had that!
He was that kind of guy. He made time for small talk and appreciated every moment in life. At work he always called me "kid" and always asked how my day was. I still remember the times he would stop by the pharmacy just to say "hi." I only wish I could have visited him more often, especially when he was diagnosed. I know he is in a better place now...and taking care of his wife from up above. He will be missed, and I will think of him every time I read about or watch Penn State football.
Rest in peace, Richard (Dick) Russell.
7.21.2009
happy birthday, dad.
Today was my dad's 62nd birthday. American birthday, that is.
We had the usual noodle-eating, gift-giving, candle-blowing birthday. Everything was going as usual, until my father decided to blurt this out...
"In ten years, when I turn 72, I want a grand child for my birthday."
Oh. Okay, dad.
(I pretended not to hear him...)
We had the usual noodle-eating, gift-giving, candle-blowing birthday. Everything was going as usual, until my father decided to blurt this out...
"In ten years, when I turn 72, I want a grand child for my birthday."
Oh. Okay, dad.
(I pretended not to hear him...)
7.15.2009
we're all human...and make mistakes.
Voepel: After extreme DUI charge, Taurasi is no All Star
Taurasi is still an All-Star in my eyes. Shit, she can apparently drink most girls under the table with a BAC of 0.17.
6.29.2009
Whitey went out with a bang!
The idea was to start posting again (with words, not just pictures) once I regained full movement in my left hand. Rehab is proving more difficult than I thought, so looks like I am just going to have to recap the accident...
Fucking 18 year old lied to his mother about going to Lifetime Fitness. Instead, the fucker was going to his friend's house. Stupid fool must have had hot girls and a million dollars waiting for him or something because the idiot turned right in front of me (with absolutely no room to turn), and I T-ed him going about 47 mph. No room to brake; no time to avoid it. The last words out of my mouth before the crash were, What the Fuck?!
My car lands on someone's front lawn. Air bags deploy. Fortunately, I walked away with just a broken hand. How the hell I broke it remains a mystery.
The end. The end of my golf-ball car, Whitey.
Fucking 18 year old lied to his mother about going to Lifetime Fitness. Instead, the fucker was going to his friend's house. Stupid fool must have had hot girls and a million dollars waiting for him or something because the idiot turned right in front of me (with absolutely no room to turn), and I T-ed him going about 47 mph. No room to brake; no time to avoid it. The last words out of my mouth before the crash were, What the Fuck?!
My car lands on someone's front lawn. Air bags deploy. Fortunately, I walked away with just a broken hand. How the hell I broke it remains a mystery.
The end. The end of my golf-ball car, Whitey.
6.26.2009
6.25.2009
Magneto.
Introducing my first grown up purchase...my new car, Magneto.
Yeah, I know it is gay to name cars. But I had to out of respect for Whitey.
I feel spoiled even though I went with a basic model - I now have automatic, tinted windows AND automatic locks! After owning the car for almost a month, I still find myself using the key to unlock the car door.
*edit*
Fuck - I really need to remember that this car is way lower than the Corolla...
I feel spoiled even though I went with a basic model - I now have automatic, tinted windows AND automatic locks! After owning the car for almost a month, I still find myself using the key to unlock the car door.
*edit*
Fuck - I really need to remember that this car is way lower than the Corolla...
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