Monday, October 30, 2006

Everybody's workin' for the weekend

I'm exhausted. I spent yesterday, from 10 a.m. to nearly midnight, at work because we relaunched our website. I can't complain about the long hours, though, because we rarely have to work beyond the 9-5 schedule. So on the very, very rare occasions where we do have to pitch in a little longer, it's all good.

Unfortunately the weekend workday meant that I had to miss out on a night of karaoke with a bunch of my girlfriends. When they realized that I wasn't going to make it, they called and left a song in my honor: Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer." I was so sad that I couldn't be there and so touched that they thought of me that I was caught between crying and laughing. Those girls are the sweetest.

I've been pretty good on Weight Watchers the past few weeks, but our office had been stocked yesterday with so many dangerous snacks. This is what I ate yesterday:

- Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf latte
- Blueberry muffin
- Bits of danishes (cherry, cream cheese, etc.)
- Funyons
- Oreos
- Chinese chicken salad
- Coke Zero
- Mac N Cheese (only a few bites, though, because I had a stomach ache - no surprise)
- Tums

I didn't have any of the popcorn or Red Vines, though, because that would just be gluttonous.

On Saturday, Brent and I saw The Prestige. I have a semi-spoiler plot question in my comments for those of you whom have seen the movie, so please check that out and respond if you can.

"You know what, they’re going to be screwed once this whole Internet fad is over." - Dwight, The Office

Friday, October 27, 2006

A pointless nostalgic - that's me

Last night I had the pleasure of finally seeing Jamie Cullum in concert. I happily accepted the invite from Tori and we had a blast! Even though I wanted to turn to the couple behind us and tell them, "If you don't stop screaming those blood-curdling screams during every song I will dig a dull knife into your abdomens and laugh as you try to collect your intestines," it probably was (as Tori noted) one of the best shows I've been to all year.

Why?

- Jamie is an amazing performer. He has a stage presence like no other I've seen. Dare I say that he even beats out Marc Broussard, who up until last night was my favorite live performer?

- He is BIG on audience participation! He would guide the audience through certain parts of the song to teach us certain riffs that we should sing. At one point his crew threw out a bunch of tiny kazoos so half the audience could be the "saxes" and the other half could be the "horns." And it worked out great! During another song he had the crowd pull out their cell phones, open them, hold them up in the air and jump up and down. It looked soooo cool!

- He can go from 0 to 60 and back to 0 in no time flat. He'd literally be on top of his piano one minute, with the crowd jumping up and down for one song, and the very next song he'd be crooning away at his piano. The crowd was so quiet at times that you could hear a pin drop, or Tori chuckle as she realized the song he was singing was "If I only had a brain."

- He's down with his fans - literally. He jumped into the audience and danced through the crowd. Tori and I were standing near an aisle and as a result, he danced just a couple feet from us. (He's very wee, by the way. If I had to guess, I'd say he's probably 5'3".)

- He's very appreciative. He thanked us all for being there probably a dozen times throughout the show.

- That boy can sing! His upbeat songs had the crowd dancing, while his slower tunes were like being enveloped in an audio hug. I often closed my eyes and just absorbed his honey voice. And damnit, why didn't I ever take piano lessons?

- He sang my favorite song of his: a cover of Radiohead's "High and Dry."

- This was the last show of his US Tour, and we could tell that he went all out.

I'll definitely catch him when he comes back to town. Unfortunately that won't be for another year. Until then, I'll enjoy his CDs as he's now moved into my heavy rotation of 20-something singer/songwriting boys.

"I'll never know what made it so exciting but all at once my heart took flight." - Jamie Cullum, I Could Have Danced All Night

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Father figure

First, thanks to everyone for the encouraging comments to my previous post! It's good to know that I'm not the only one who's had bad luck with new cars. And remind me to never let any of you drive our new car! Heh.

I think I've mentioned previously that I've adopted my mom's theory on dreams featuring loved ones who passed on. She believes that that's their way of communicating with us. Sunday night I dreamt that my father and I were walking one a sidewalk on a campus or near a library. We walked, arm in arm, and I was overcome with the most comforting, warming sensation I've ever felt. There really are no words to describe exactly how I felt. He was healthy and vibrant and comforting.

We had a conversation about something, but all I recall from it is this word: stepfather. You see, Sunday my mom told me that her boyfriend proposed. I really like him, so I have no qualms about his asking. He adores my mom and treats her like the queen she is. He's Filipino and connects my mom to her heritage in a way that I can appreciate (i.e., he makes my favorite Filipino food everytime we visit). And he's always quick to demonstrate how much he wants my and my brother's approval. My mom showed me a picture of him before I met him, and I joked that I didn't like his mustache. I didn't mean for my mom to tell him, but she did. As a result he shaved his mustache, which he had for the past 14 years! For the first year or so that they dated, he'd shave his mustache before I visited them.

So while I'm happy that he's decided to spend the rest of his life with my mom and that she's agreed, a part of me was sad to see that she wasn't wearing her wedding ring anymore and that she officially won't be my dad's wife anymore. But I take comfort in knowing that my dad approves, at least in my dreams.

"We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake." - Enich Fromm

Monday, October 23, 2006

Scratch that

Brent's new car had a squeak in its gearshift console ever since we bought it. The dealer we bought it from didn't know how to fix it, and when we tried to take it to a nearby dealership they had no clue either. They asked Brent to bring the car back again so they'd have time to research the problem. Brent brought it back to them last Tuesday and voila! It's quiet as a mouse!

I had the new car this weekend while Brent was out of town. It's quite a change from the 14-year-old car I drive. It's a hybrid and very, very quiet. Brent and I both have taken a lot of pride in the car. Neither of us have ever owned a brand new car. As soon as I returned from my trip to Visalia yesterday afternoon, I headed straight for the car wash to get the squished bugs cleaned off. I took the shiny car home. And then I left to pick up Brent, his dad and bro from the airport.

Here's where the drama starts.

Our condo's parking garage has a gate that connects to the side of the building. It's a tight fit. And it's at an angle. Do you see where this is going? That's right. I scraped up the side of our BRAND. NEW. CAR. One of the backseat doors and the panel behind it, to be exact. I jumped out of the car, already late to the airport, cursing like a sailor and trying to hold back the tears. I hopped in the car and tried not to sob as I drove. I had to keep reminding myself to exhale because I was holding my breath. Stunned, absolutely stunned that I had just royally fucked up his car. It was only perfect for 5 days before I ruined it.

I got to the airport, got out of the car and when Brent noticed my tears, he panicked. "What's wrong?" I gave him a hug and let out my sobs. He told me it was alright, not to worry, etc. He wasn't mad, but I wanted to vomit.

The damage is done and as they say, it's no use crying over spilt milk, but I'm still horrified. No, no one is hurt. No one other than our bank account, that is. Sigh. I suck, but my hubby still loves me.

"You know what they say about a car wreck, where it's so awful you can't look away? The Dundees are like a car wreck that you want to look away from but you have to stare at it because your boss is making you." - Pam, The Office

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Weekend review

Brent spent the weekend in Chicago with his dad and brother, watching the UCLA/Notre Dame game. Friday night I hung out with Josh, Jami, Hallie and 8-day-old Brendan. I got to spend a half hour with a sleeping Brendan on my lap. And it was so touching to see big sis Hallie try to sooth Brendan as he cried by whispering, "Calm down, baby boy. Calm down."

I spent Saturday and Sunday in Visalia, visiting my mom, brother, his wife and my nephew. My nephew is now 14 months old. He's running around and such a cheerful baby.

I cracked up when he would start to do something that he wasn't supposed to, like stand up in his high chair. He thought that if he smiled his 1,000-watt cute smile while doing what he wasn't supposed to, we would be distracted enough by his overwhelming cuteness to notice. And honestly, it's hard to get upset with a kid when he's that cute.

I had a blast getting into full auntie mode with a trip to Target for some toys and new outfits for him. And when I got home tonight I ordered a shirt online for him that says, "If you think I'm good looking, you should see my aunt." It's funny 'cuz it's true. Heh.

"What guides us is children's response, their joy in learning to dance, to sing, to live together. It should be a guide to the whole world." - Yehudi Menuhin

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Reason #84 why I'm a big ol' dork

I just downloaded 15 short podcasts called "Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing." I'm going to listen to them as I drive to Visalia this morning.

"Michael always says 'K-I-S-S.' 'Keep It Simple, Stupid.' Great advice, hurts my feelings every time." - Dwight, The Office

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g

First comes love...
I've had at least two dreams about John Mayer in the past week. The first was very racy, although I somehow knew it was a dream (think lucid dreaming) and therefore ok to be "cheating" on my hubby. It goes without saying that I'd never hurt my hottie hubby. The second dream involved me spotting John Mayer hanging outside a Target. I stopped to tell him hi and that I was so happy to finally meet him. We had a nice conversation until he was mobbed by a gaggle of girls who spotted him.

Then comes marriage...
Congrats to Angie, who received a fabulous marriage proposal this weekend from her oh-so-romantic now-fiance!

Then comes the baby in the baby carriage...
Congrats to Josh and Jami who welcomed their new baby boy Brendan to the world last week! If he's half as cute as their daughter Hallie, we're all in big trouble. (And from my short meeting yesterday, I can tell ya that he's insanely cute already.)

"It wasn't my one and only marriage proposal. In second grade, a guy proposed to me and besides the fact that he ate paste, he was quite a catch." - Caroline, Caroline in the City

Monday, October 16, 2006

Sleepy head

Where have I been? I've been sleeping, that's where! This overcast fall weather makes it so dark in the morning and impossible to drag myself out of bed. I found myself sleeping till past 10 each day this weekend. While I love sleeping in, I also like to actually enjoy my days off.

With fall just busting its way through the city, I wish we had enough storage space to decorate a little bit with some seasonal stuff. I'd love to have some fun pumpkins and faux leaves to put out for fall/Thanksgiving, but our closets are brimming with enough crap. I don't need to add anymore.

This weekend we returned to our latest culinary find - City Bakery, home of the Pretzel Croissant. I don't even like pretzels but I looooove this. Brent and I split it while we enjoyed The Departed, for which I had low expectations. I am not a Leonardo Dicaprio fan (really, what's his appeal?), but Brent wanted to see it. I'm more of a comedy or romantic comedy kind of gal, but I really enjoyed this. The cast was amazing. Matt Damon plays a bad guy very well. Alec Baldwin and Mark Wahlberg were freakin' hilarious! And Leo? He wasn't bad at all!

I'm getting my haircut on Thursday. I've been thinking about chopping it off from its mid-back length to shoulder length, but I think I'm going to keep it long for a little while. I'm trying to appreciate the length I have now by actually doing it instead of just pulling it up all the time. We'll see what happens between now and Thursday, though. I've been known to change my mind at the last minute.

"That is just not the way a Dunder Mifflin manager should go, I’m sorry. Alone, out of the blue. And not even have his own head to comfort him." - Michael, The Office

Thursday, October 12, 2006

It's not a silly little moment

Lots of little things to mention.

- My video iPod went kaput. Luckily it was still under warranty, so voila! I got a new one. As annoying as it was to have to switch out for a new one, it's a blessing in disguise because I took bad care of my old one and the screen was really scratched. I'll take much better care of this one, I promise! I got the clear plastic protector for it.
- I got stood up by the homeless kid I was supposed to tutor last night. Ok, not "stood up," per se. His dad forgot we were all supposed to meet. Next week we'll remind him the day before.
- I have this annoying eye twitch that's been bugging me off and on for the past two weeks. Ugh!
- I picked up some donuts at Winchell's yesterday for a co-worker's birthday. I was suprised to find that they now offer raspados, the Mexican snowcones that Brent, Josh, Jami and I recently discovered. I tried one out today at lunch and while it wasn't as delicious as the ones from the mom and pop place we frequent, it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated.
- On the way home from work tonight I accidentally cut off a motorcycle cop as I pulled out of my work parking lot! But it wasn't my fault! He was coming the other way, around a corner and was seriously going 10 miles above the speed limit! Luckily he didn't pull a u-turn and pull my ass over. I don't know how I would have convinced a cop that it was HIS asshat fault (at least in my eyes). Brent said he probably realized that he was in the wrong and that's why he didn't pull me over. Phew.

"It's not a silly little moment. It's not the storm before the calm. This is the deep and dyin breath of this love we've been workin on." - John Mayer, Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Shave and a haircut...two bits!

Nanners: do you need anything from Rite Aid?
Nanners: I'm picking up my prescriptions tonight
Brent: ummmmmmmmmm
Brent: i dont think so
Brent: no
Brent: i do
Brent: some sort of shaving cream
Brent: you can decide
Brent: i have no preference
Nanners: hee, hee
Nanners: ok
Brent: manly shaving cream
Nanners: LOL!
Nanners: you said you have no preference!
Brent: manly!
Nanners: Ok, ok
Brent: like you have to put twice as much on because it makes hair grow at the same time
Nanners: I got it...

"I think you should, yeah. You should wash your beard, then shave it off, nail it to a Frisbee and fling it over a rainbow." - Bernard, Black Books

Monday, October 09, 2006

Hostess with the mostess

This weekend Shelby came to town for one of her fun-filled visits! It started with a trip to Coffee Bean, where I'm somewhat ashamed yet proud of myself at the same time for recognizing the girl who starred in John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland" video. All I could think was, "She got PAID to make out with John Mayer!"

On Saturday we went shopping, saw Employee of the Month (funny, but more of a renter) and saw Jason Brooks shopping. Shelby knew him as Peter on Days of our Lives while I remembered him as the guy Phoebe bit during a massage on Friends.

We went to Susie Cakes to get cupcakes and banana pudding. Heavenly! I've confirmed that I enjoy their cupcakes more than Sprinkles. We got those treats to follow our dinner of sandwiches from Bay Cities. I'm pretty sure the counter guys recognize me now.

Sunday we hit the gym to burn off some of those treats. Then we strolled The Grove/Farmer's Market shopping area, where we spotted Mr. Jackass himself – Johnny Knoxville. He was in the Apple store, returning a computer.

We ended the weekend with the obligatory trip to Versailles, this time with Josh, Jami and daughter Hallie. Mmmm…roast pork.

And somewhere along the way, I discovered that my iPod is not happy. I tried to update to the latest software and it now continuously freezes. I have an appointment tonight to get it fixed. Let's see if these Apple dudes know what they're talking about.

Dwight: Why do they call him “The Bus”?
Michael: Because he’s afraid to fly.

Friday, October 06, 2006

The 10 Commandments of Concert Attendance

Thou shalt not makeout with girlfriend/wife/boyfriend/husband/random guy/random girl.

Thou shalt not take up more than space than the rules of concert etiquette dictate. This includes seizure-like dancing when the crowd is standing shoulder to shoulder.

Thou shalt not ignore the fact that your huge mass of hair is touching other people.

Thou shalt not bring huge handbags that hit other people. Thou shalt find a smaller purse to carry.

Thou shalt not scream out, "I LOVE YOU, [INSERT NAME]!" because honestly, they don't love you back. And if they happen to respond, other concertgoers shalt not scream out"I LOVE YOU, TOO!" in order to achieve additional responses from the artist.

Thou shalt not talk loudly, especially during quiet songs.

Thou shalt not scream out song requests. If they really liked that song, they would have added it to the playlist.

Thou shalt not yell, "WHO ARE YOU?" to an artist when you can easily ask someone around you who probably knows.

Thou shalt not get shitfaced and run into fellow concertgoers.

Thou shalt not stand directly in front of someone who is 5'4" if you are 6'4", 6'3", 6'2", 6'1", etc., especially if they were there first.

"You can be in charge of the women." - Dwight, The Office

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Peanut butter me up

Tonight I busted out the baking tins and my new sprinkles to make cupcakes in honor of a co-worker's birthday.

I got the recipe from here. In a nutshell, it's chocolate cake batter poured over Double Stuff Peanut Butter Cream Oreos, with more Oreos crumbled on top of the batter before it bakes. I used this recipe for the chocolate cake, which was more than enough for 24 regular-sized cupcakes and 24 mini-cupcakes! (Be forewarned that the recipe is really runny, but it bakes up nicely.)

The best part is that the cupcakes turn out a little crunchy on the bottom because of the Oreos! I think I'll try it with the Double Stuff Mint Oreos next time!


Ready for frosting!

Mmmm, cupcakes

Cupcake courier


Another excuse to bust out the oh-so-gigantic-yet-oh-so-useful Cupcake Courier.

"You bet your Bibby Babkas I'm bitter, baby! I busted my butt baking these itty bitty binkis, and believe me, I banked on a bit of basic brotherly bolstering!" - Balki Bartokomous, Perfect Strangers

Monday, October 02, 2006

No love

I'm not feeling the comment love, despite an increasing number of readers. Looks like I'm gonna have to spice it up a bit. I'll try to give you more interesting fodder to comment on, I promise.

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Awesome gif courtesy of Tacos Rebellion.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Weekend in review

I spent the weekend in Sacramento with Stacie. We went to the John Mayer concert at the Sleep Train Amphitheater in Marysville. We got there during John's first song (stupid traffic!) but no worries because it was an amazing show and we had 9th row, center seats! Before I get to the awesomeness of the show, let me complain about the two asshat girls who were trying to share one seat next to me. (Apparently they couldn't get seats together.) Well, I didn't really care about it until they started to block my view of the stage. I politely asked them to move over and they started to throw a hissy fit. I'm very non-confrontational, but they pushed the wrong button and I had to put them in their place (verbally - I'm a lover, not a fighter). They moved to empty seats in the row in front of us shortly thereafter. Asshats.

Anyhow, the show was fabulous! John is an amazing performer and for the record, I love the long hair. He has a really powerful voice and can work a guitar like nobody's business. He writes songs that capture the essence of life and yes, I'm being cheesy. I'm a huge fan, needless to say.

We decided to forgo Sheryl Crow's performance (they're touring together and thankfully he was playing first last night). So after John's set we found a woman with her 6-year-old daughter who were sitting in the nosebleed section and offered our seats. She was understandably hesistant at first, but once we explained that we were leaving, she and her daughter were very thankful.

After the show we met Stacie's boyfriend at a fun dive bar in downtown Sacramento where we danced and saw a transvestite (not in full get-up last night, but he's a regular there) get in a fist fight with some other guy who was making homophobic remarks. (The transvestite won, by the way, and I'm glad he did.)

Today we saw The Last Kiss, which I enjoyed although I wanted to punch Rachel Bilson's character. Stacie then dropped me off at the airport, where I discovered an outrageously long security wait. Luckily I got there an hour and a half before my departure time unlike some other passengers who asked to cut in line because they were there 7 minutes before their flight! What the? Who does that??? I also witnessed another passenger get upset when security told her to throw out her Starbucks drink. Um, hello Captain Obvious. No liquids over 3 oz. allowed, even if they're double-espresso, half-caff mochiatos with an extra shot.

"Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me. And gravity has taken better men than me. You see now how can that be?" - John Mayer, Gravity