Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Star Sightings 2010
I know I have been terrible about posting my recent star sightings, but didn't realize it has been since January! Holy smokes my blogging has been spotty. So here are the sightings so far this year.
January 12: Gedde "Long Duck Dong" Watanabe
What a nice guy, and really cute. This was actually the third time I have seen him in public and I hope he doesn't think I am stalking him. Restraining orders are no fun.
January 14: Gregory "Melvin Melvin" Sporleder
He was at an Italian restaurant in the west valley with his family and seemed like a nice enough guy. He was wearing a cool hat, too.
April 4: Ron "Set It and Forget It" Popeil
Not the nicest guy at all. Spotted at a lovely breakfast spot/bakery in Santa Barbara.
That's it for today, ladies and germs. Hopefully more soon!
January 12: Gedde "Long Duck Dong" Watanabe
What a nice guy, and really cute. This was actually the third time I have seen him in public and I hope he doesn't think I am stalking him. Restraining orders are no fun.
January 14: Gregory "Melvin Melvin" Sporleder
He was at an Italian restaurant in the west valley with his family and seemed like a nice enough guy. He was wearing a cool hat, too.
April 4: Ron "Set It and Forget It" Popeil
Not the nicest guy at all. Spotted at a lovely breakfast spot/bakery in Santa Barbara.
That's it for today, ladies and germs. Hopefully more soon!
R.I.P., Dear Prudence ...
Dear Prudence,
I will miss the many road trips we took together. You kept me on track on so many occasions, getting me where I needed to go. I will miss your sweet voice guiding me on, and I will miss how you always steered me in the right direction.
Do you remember when we first met, there in the Eagle Rock Target? You were so pretty and we fit together like peas and carrots. I thought we would be friends forever, you and I, going on our road trips and finding interesting places together. When you didn't wake up yesterday, I knew the era was over and I would never be able to hear your voice again, assuring me I was on the right course.
You were the best GPS in the world, dear Prudence, and I will never forget you! You will be succeeded, but never replaced!
Love,
The Asian girl With No Fucking Sense of Direction
I will miss the many road trips we took together. You kept me on track on so many occasions, getting me where I needed to go. I will miss your sweet voice guiding me on, and I will miss how you always steered me in the right direction.
Do you remember when we first met, there in the Eagle Rock Target? You were so pretty and we fit together like peas and carrots. I thought we would be friends forever, you and I, going on our road trips and finding interesting places together. When you didn't wake up yesterday, I knew the era was over and I would never be able to hear your voice again, assuring me I was on the right course.
You were the best GPS in the world, dear Prudence, and I will never forget you! You will be succeeded, but never replaced!
Love,
The Asian girl With No Fucking Sense of Direction
Monday, March 8, 2010
Cats and Dogs
Being owned by both a cat and a dog has its moments. Especially when the cat has dignity and clear boundaries and the dog is a beefy doofus with no sense of personal space. We have had our cat for about a year and a half, and Stewie as he came to be named, has been a source of joy and entertainment. Then we moved into our house. Being in a house after being in crappy apartments so long was nice, but Art works at night a lot and it freaked me out a little to be alone with all the creaks and groans of a different place. So Art went to the pound and fell in love with this lug of a dog, and I did too. Now they are Stewie and Dewey, and we have noticed some fundamental differences between the two species.
The cat lays at my feet.
The dog lays on my face.
The cat eats daintily and cleans himself afterward.
The dog inhales it and rubs his mouth sploosh on me.
The cat sits in the window and soaks up the sun.
The dog goes through the window and chases the sun.
The cat goes in his box and neatly covers his excrement.
The dog pees on the banister and it runs all down, making me wonder why my banister is wet whilst I ascend the stairs.
The cat entertains himself by playing with his catnip mouse and circular thingy with the ball in it.
The dog entertains himself by eating my dishcloths, classwork, and wooden spoons.
The cat plays games with me when he is good and ready.
The dog won’t leave me the f*&$ alone.
The cat greets me with “Whatever, man.”
The dog greets me with, “MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA!!!!”
The cat is entitled to tuna.
The dog earns every Milk Bone.
The cat hates the dog.
The dog loves the cat.
The cat disapproves with disdain.
The dog accepts with joyful exuberance.
So many lessons here. It has become obvious to me that you can’t have a cat if you are needy and you can’t have a dog if you’re unwilling to deal with some discomforts, such as a paw in the eye from time to time and the loss of good sneakers. I love them both for their individual characteristics and whatnot. But for all that, it is always good to remember:
The dog loves you for who you are.
The cat sees you for who you are.
The cat lays at my feet.
The dog lays on my face.
The cat eats daintily and cleans himself afterward.
The dog inhales it and rubs his mouth sploosh on me.
The cat sits in the window and soaks up the sun.
The dog goes through the window and chases the sun.
The cat goes in his box and neatly covers his excrement.
The dog pees on the banister and it runs all down, making me wonder why my banister is wet whilst I ascend the stairs.
The cat entertains himself by playing with his catnip mouse and circular thingy with the ball in it.
The dog entertains himself by eating my dishcloths, classwork, and wooden spoons.
The cat plays games with me when he is good and ready.
The dog won’t leave me the f*&$ alone.
The cat greets me with “Whatever, man.”
The dog greets me with, “MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA!!!!”
The cat is entitled to tuna.
The dog earns every Milk Bone.
The cat hates the dog.
The dog loves the cat.
The cat disapproves with disdain.
The dog accepts with joyful exuberance.
So many lessons here. It has become obvious to me that you can’t have a cat if you are needy and you can’t have a dog if you’re unwilling to deal with some discomforts, such as a paw in the eye from time to time and the loss of good sneakers. I love them both for their individual characteristics and whatnot. But for all that, it is always good to remember:
The dog loves you for who you are.
The cat sees you for who you are.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Wedding Bells Are(n't) Ringing
There’s something to be said for a beautiful wedding. The fanfare, the bridesmaids, the cake … but I already did that once and didn’t want to do it again. Besides, all my money got sucked up by the house, and there simply wasn’t much left for a wedding. We knew we wanted to get married, had, in fact, been engaged for more than two years, when all of a sudden he set the date.
On Sunday, February 21st (Art’s birthday by the way), we had a private, quiet ceremony in our home joined by our parents. We didn’t tell very many people, indeed mostly work because I had to and my parents to make sure they would be there, because we wanted it to be an intimate thing. Although it was small, it wouldn’t have mattered. The only person I could see was Art. I hope no one is upset. We will be planning a reception for this spring (or so) and we can celebrate together then.
In the meantime, I have a lot of paperwork to do! I don’t know why the man can’t change his name. Then again, Art Aragon-Devlin Renshaw is a bit much, don’t you think?
On Sunday, February 21st (Art’s birthday by the way), we had a private, quiet ceremony in our home joined by our parents. We didn’t tell very many people, indeed mostly work because I had to and my parents to make sure they would be there, because we wanted it to be an intimate thing. Although it was small, it wouldn’t have mattered. The only person I could see was Art. I hope no one is upset. We will be planning a reception for this spring (or so) and we can celebrate together then.
In the meantime, I have a lot of paperwork to do! I don’t know why the man can’t change his name. Then again, Art Aragon-Devlin Renshaw is a bit much, don’t you think?
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