Hey, today is TerriTerri’s birthday. Make sure you go and wish her a happy one leaving a message at her page. But don’t let her know I told you about it!
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Where the innocence went?
As if there wasn’t enough with children growing up too fast, now we have to deal with kids killing kids:
Elizabeth Olten Dead: Body Of 9-Year-Old Girl Found After 3 Day Search
Sad, sad, sad…
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Messed up holidays. Again.
Since my last trip to the Dominican Republic, I’ve been longing to go back. I though it would be a great idea to go the whole family finally so they can see where I spent a few years of my life and pay their respects to my father and grandmother. I’ve set up alerts and keep checking the travel sites to find the cheapest air fare to the DR for Christmas in hope that we could go and spend a week and bring in the New Year in a different country.
Earlier this week, the SU asked if I had any plans for the holidays this year. I had complained enough at work because the last 2 years I have been on-call for Christmas and New Year’s that my boss changed the calendar. I was also happy because the New Year’s happens during a weekend and if we would travel, we would be able to have a day to rest before going back to work and school. So the SU told me that her parents are willing to pay for our tickets to go to Trinidad. I was disappointed because I did not expect this to happen and I really want to go to the DR because it’s been long enough since we’ve been married and my daughter is old enough to understand certain things and I really thought we would be going there this year.
Somewhere it annoys me to hear the same thing every year because I am capable of paying for my own ticket to go to Trinidad but I have not been back home in over 5 years. I’ve told the SU so many times that there is no way I would go to Trinidad since I have not visited my family in so long but she keeps throwing this to my face and I keep turning her down. Not only I am not ready to go and stay by her parents’ house after all that has happened in the past years, but it is true also that I feel embarrassed to talk to my mother and tell her that we will not be visiting her this year because we’re going to Trinidad.
I do not really feel like going by myself back home and yet I keep wondering about going to the Dominican Republic by myself. It might be fun and it might be not, so I think I will keep my vacation days and see if I can go to France next year. Or maybe I should just organize a party and invite all my cyber-friends over so we could have a party here in South Florida!
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You’ve got to be kidding me!
The other night, I was talking to the SU and the conversation was about talking to BFFs about their sex life. According to her, there is no way that she would discuss her sex life with her friends and vice-versa. According to her, it is something that would rather happen between men and I say it is BS, that it would happen more often between girls than between men. I know it was a common thing between men when it was not a serious relationship, but once we would go steady, we would not talk about anything like that anymore.
So, who is right? Is the SU serious when she says girls do not talk about sex with their partners or am I right by saying she is wrong and girls do talk about the nasty between them?
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Drooling
Christmas is almost around the corner and I saw this beauty this afternoon:
Sony's Reader Pocket Edition
Will Santa bring this to me for Christmas? I would absolutely love it!
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She should leave the bottle empty for good
Yesterday, I read an incredible story from a blogger called Nic on her blog My Bottle’s Up (don’t try it; “Too much traffic has taken this site down.” is written in the top left but hidden by a black page.) Nic wrote a long entry about how she was very badly treated by the TSA at Atlanta’s airport and how she had her son taken away from her. Reading the story was frightening and unbelievable, wondering how such things could happen and why she was such a victim. And of course people left comments trying to make her feel better and chastising the TSA. Immediately, I retweeted the story because of course, such actions need to be brought up and inform people.
What a mistake.
I was going through the links on Fark.com and something attracted my attention. I clicked on the link and it took me to this. Yes folks, this lady made the whole story up. While looking at the CCTV video recording, at no time did someone take the lady’s baby. That the TSA agents were slow, yes, but there is no screaming or breakdown although she did look pretty annoyed at times but that I can understand. Once again, someone desperately looking for attention will create a story and feed it out to the world, knowing it would spread like wildfire and be nothing more than a publicity stunt to draw people to her site. It is despicable, stupid, childish, whatever you want. She will probably come out and say that it was a story she wrote but forgot to say it was a piece of fiction or some other kind of lie but the truth is that it is becoming harder and harder to believe anything that is put out there. And it is also infuriating because because of the nature of the game these days, information travels too fast being posted on blogs, Twitter, Facebook and other sites.
She will have her 15 minutes of fame. Is the infamy worth that price? I doubt it.
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Fubar
What day is it? What’s today’s date? Is it payweek or not?
Days are flying by so fast I can’t keep up anymore. And what’s with Christmas decorations up for sale already? We still have Halloween AND Thanksgiving to celebrate!
Fubar, I’m telling you…
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Bowling night
Earlier this week, I received an invitation through FaceBook to help the American Diabetes Association by participating in a night of bowling. My daughter loves to play bowling on her Wii and she expressed a long while ago the desire to go to a bowling alley and play real bowling. So when I received the invitation, I wanted to go for her but hesitated since it would be from 7 to 9pm and I was afraid my son would not like being up that late. After consulting with the SU and getting her ok, I went ahead and RSVP.
It was supposed to be a surprise for my daughter but something happened on Thursday morning and she was upset, so to calm her down, her mother went ahead and spilled the beans. I found out that she knew when I picked her up from school and she told me we were going bowling the next evening. I was pretty upset that MY surprise was spoiled in such a way.
So Friday night, we left home and made it early to the alley. There was a table with our company’s colors and the organizer of the event was already there and gave us all the information we needed. Now it might have been my daughter’s first night bowling but in fact it was the whole family’s first time! People were surprised but it was true. I did get a bowling ball as a Christmas present many years ago but never had a chance to use it. So everything was new for us.
We went to our lane and then we were told to go and get the shoes. I had hoped to avoid this and keep my shoes but I was shown the counter where to get the shoes and here is what I got:
Such ugly colors! And they did not even feel comfortable. But it was the rules, so I had to go with them.
We then picked our balls and had to wait because it was still not 7pm yet. I did get to chat with the only person I knew from the enterprise but she was with a date and I didn’t want to keep her away from him.
They finally opened the lanes and the first one to play was my daughter:
Of course, being a little girl, she had to choose the pink one which coincidentally was the lightest one. She was all excited and could not wait to go ahead and throw the ball down the lane…
She threw the ball and it went down the lane and her first score was an 8! She was happy and I was proud of her. Knowing how competitive she is it was also a nice ego booster so early in the evening.
Next was the SU and I tried to take a picture but for some reason the next series of pictures did not come out good enough to publish them. Her first try went in the gutter and then she scored a 7. It was my turn after that and I got a 7 and then I threw the ball in the gutter. We didn’t mind since it was our first time ever and what we wanted was to have fun. The next ball, I had a strike and everything went downhill after that and for the rest of the night. At the end of the first game the score was:
My daughter had 69, the SU 44 and I had 50. As you can see, it was decidedly not champion’s night!
In the second game, we added baby boy because he was grabbing all the balls and even picked a few, nearly dropping them on his feet. Of course he could not throw the ball but would hold it until it was time to throw it:
It was getting late and he was getting crankier and crankier. He kept going from his mother’s arms to my arms and all the noise and excitement kept him awake. Our game became sloppier and my thumb was hurting because of the blister I got in the first game. So we kept playing as fast as we could so we could go home. The 2-hour limit was also getting close and my daughter wanted to play one more game but we knew we couldn’t do it in such conditions but we did promise her we would come back soon.
And the final score was 71 for my daughter, 63 for the SU, 68 for my son and a paltry 61 for me. Beaten by both my kids! What a shame! I actually have to figure out why I kept sending the ball in the left gutter all the time. I think I threw the ball too hard or something, but I sure am not joining any team any time soon…
But in the end, it was a nice evening and everybody was happy. Next time, we’ll do it earlier so we don’t have to worry about baby boy being sleepy because it’s so late.
My daughter wanted me to buy her a bowling ball right there but we have to take more time to figure out which one would suit her best and find one in a color she would like. Although I don’t think she’d want anything other than a pink one!
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I Shall Spit on Your Graves
I found the title of this book by Vernon Sullivan, a.k.a. Boris Vian quite fitting for this post. Not that I really intend to follow those people’s lives and wait for the right time to expectorate but it is true that I despise now more than ever before.
My office wife has been sent to another department in a building across the street. Lots of things happened but she stood up and remained strong and I was there with her all the time. We knew it was happening but we didn’t know when exactly. I told her to let me know when and I would move her stuff.
This morning I saw my OW and she told me she needed to have her computers moved so I went ahead and moved them with some other stuff I thought she may want to have around to make her new cube more homely and after loading the cart, I realized there wasn’t much left to move but I would have to make a second trip. OW was happy and impressed with the stuff I had moved over and told her about the other stuff left behind and what was in her drawers and file cabinet that were locked up. She asked me if I wanted the keys and I said yes so she gave them to me and did not expect to see me back until tomorrow.
One of my meetings fell through so I had some time left before the end of the day and decided to go ahead and move the rest of the stuff. On my way out, I was accosted several times wondering why I was moving that stuff and other utterly stupid remarks that I will not deign transcribe here. And others did not speak out but I could see the look of contempt on their faces. Just because I was moving stuff! They obviously don’t have a clue about our relationship and why I took care of her stuff but it was my promise and my decision and instead of working, their were minding business that was not theirs to begin with. Now I know the subject will be eventually brought up in some meeting and we shall advise then.
I will not spit on your graves but I won’t forget your pettiness.
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