Magoo decided to make Thick and Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies at around midnite and this is what we ended up eating at 1 o'clock in the morning. I've had TWO already. Dat's right.
So yum. The best ever, I swear. And huge - about an inch thick of yummy, chewy, chocolatey goodness. Gosh, I can't stop talking about them.
Thank goodness Pooka's already passed out or we'd be in deep sugar-hyper trouble!
What's something you did when you were younger that you still haven't confessed to your parents?
Submitted by Bizz.
Are you kidding me??? My dad reads my blog! And I know I'll still get shit for whatever it is, even if it's 50 years later. We're Filipino, dude! You're never too old for a smackdown!
What da hell, trying to get me in trouble....
Hahah!
It's the day before Christmas but I don't feel it at all. I grew up in the Philippines and Christmas here in the Bay Area is so different from what I was used to.
Being apart from my dad, sister, and brother may be a big reason why it doesn't feel right. And also not being back home sucks. I was home last year and it was so awesome.
And everyone here is about shopping and buying gifts. I haven't seen a Christmas play, heard anyone sing a Christmas carol, saw homemade decorations in a home, or heard anyone talk about Christmas except for "Have you finished all your shopping already???" Everything is so freaking material and sparkly and huge and empty.
I haven't bought one single Christmas gift for anybody. Not one, not even a card, not even for my kids. Pooka just had her birthday yesterday and she had a party with everyone giving her gifts, so she's cool. And Megan said she doesn't want anything really, just gift cards to buy clothes and I already buy her stuff when she does need it. So whatever...
The closest thing to the mall I've been is the bookstore and I think I'm gonna hang out there again today...
Pooka turned 9 today. Nine years and 2 hours ago I literally popped Pooka out in 15 minutes. I checked in at the hospital with Christopher, Janet,and Megan at 5:35 and Pooka came out 35 minutes later.
When I first got there, the nurses were just hanging out chitchatting, not believing that I was about to give birth since I just walked up to them with Janet and didn't look like I was in any pain at all. I was having contractions but they really weren't awfully bad at all. I'd only pinch Janet while mutterring under my breath every time I got one.
So they stuck me in a dark room and attached all kinds of stuff to me to monitor whatever. They finally checked up on me like 15 minutes later and realized I was pretty much almost 9 cm dilated (10 cm is popping time). Next thing I know I was lifted onto a bed on wheels and rushed down to the operating room while the nurse was screaming "CLEAR THE HALLWAY!! to the poor pregnant couples who were there for their hospital tour. Janet said they looked pretty scared since these people just saw me a few minutes earlier in the front area, just fine and still standing.
The doctor took awhile in getting there and so one of the nurses actually was telling me to wait and NOT PUSH. WTF. Not push??? Geez.. Christopher told me later on that when the doctor finally got there, she was barely able to put on her gloves on and mask right by the time I gave birth. He said later on that her plastic goggle-mask was actually on sideways since she was such in a hurry to put everything on!
So Happy Birthday Pooka! It's been a crazy fun ride ever since with you. With LOTSANDLOTSOFLOVE. :)
Congrats - TIME Magazine voted you "Person of the Year"! What's your acceptance speech?
I would like to thank all the assholes in my life who acted like such assholes to me this year. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be as strong and full of character as I am now. You have taught me patience, questioned my authenticity of self, and helped me to discover who I really am and what I truly deserve and want in life. I can honestly say that I've grown so much just going through all the crap that's happened to me in this year alone.
Thank you very much. Now I hope the same happens to you so you, too, can grow...
But only if you're as hardy as I am! Most likely all y'all will remain cowards.
I'm so happy right now, I can spit flowers!!!
Yah, from the same person that honked my boob below...
Nice.
My crazy bitch-ass coworker just grabbed my left boob out of the blue in an attempt to cheer me up and said, "Damn, I almost missed!"
Now I don't know if I should feel better or not...
***Well, I'm not really a member though I did TRY goddammit! (long story...)
But anyway...had a GREAT! weekend hanging out with guys from college back home, people I've known for almost 15 years but haven't seen since 1994 (but they've all known each other for a long time and have stayed friends all these years). So technically, I don't really know these people all that well and just really a share a whole lot of "party" memories back in the college days but I definitely felt some kind of connection and camaraderie that made it all fun and kept me laughing.
I loved the stories, the stupid Filipino jokes/humor, and the gossip - all worth staying up late 2 nights in a row (besides the drinking, dancing, and eating much too much!).
Special thanks to Jesse for driving up from LA to surprise Job and Max. :)
What's on your holiday wish list?
So tight, squeeze-the-breath-out-of-you hugs and warm hands to hold by my side.
I must seriously be going nuts.
I just grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge and I don't even like soda.
Last Sunday, I went to my aunt's huge 65th birthday bash and had TWO glasses of Pepsi. TWO! And I couldn't eat all the great Filipino food because the meat was making me sick. Yes...spew, vomit, throw-up, yuk stuff. But I was able to stuff myself with birthday cake, cheesecake, chocolate mousse cake, cherry pie, carrot cake, and leche flan. Arrggghhhh...
And don't even say I'm pregnant. That's just crazy talk. It's the stupid stress of doing 2 people's jobs for 3 weeks now and being a mom to 2 constantly-charged kids, and life, life, life...
Damn, I need rest. I just want to crawl underneath my desk with my dog and snore.
