melcreada: (nivia gonzalez)
Haven't posted in awhile - life has been kind of hectic lately. I just got back from visiting my brother and his wife in Yuma, AZ. I love going out there. We usually just hang out, visit their local haunts, and cap off the visit with a drive to San Diego. I love returning to SD - I have plenty of good memories that overshadow the bad. But something about that drive through the mountains and the desert...during the day, it's no big deal. But at night, it comes close to breaking my heart. Even after all these years.
melcreada: (Adult!)
Groundhog Day is one of my favorite movies...why do I not own it?!

The best thing that happened to me today was Lane Bryant had a $20 off $40 coupon online and I used it, along with their ongoing special, to buy lots o' underwear! Hooray! I don't know about you, but getting 6 new pairs of fancy undies for $26 is enough to turn any day into awesomesauce. 

It's the little things...

Stolen from the awesome [ profile] annearchy:

Please leave me a one-word comment about your day that starts with the third letter of your LJ/DW USERNAME. Only one word please. Then repost so I can leave a word for you. More fun for all. In theory, at least.
melcreada: (dc - laughter)

Many thanks and a great big smooshy *HUG* to [ profile] whitereflection  for giving me a lunch box and for making me look up and post my most favorite somee card of all time!

melcreada: (spaceballs good is dumb)

Soooo...when did talking on your cell phone while you are doing your business in a public bathroom become the norm? I swear every time I go into a bathroom, some chick in the next stall is having a serious discussion about where to go for dinner or how she is pissed at her bestie whilst all around her toilets are flushing, children are screaming, and hand dryers are blasting. Is this not gross to anyone else? Is it because I was raised Catholic? I don't get can you hear, anyway? And does the person on the other line ever think to say, "Uh...why don't you call me back...when you're DONE?" I don't know.

I read a really cool article the other day (which I cannot find now, of course) about women who don't want children being treated like they are freaks and outcasts of society. I wanted to print it out and tape it to the night supervisor's desk because he simply doesn't believe that I don't want kids. He thinks my biological clock hasn't started ticking yet, even though I am just this side of 38. I actually really like kids. I just don't want any. Why does that make me weird? Isn't it enough that I am apparently going through a second adolescence? >__<

Heard about the fire drill at Otakon - [ profile] hamburger , fess up! Did you pull the alarm? 

I kid, I kid!

I think tonight is a Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown! kind of night.

Also, I want to go to here. I have wanted to see the cliff dwellings for years and years, but I keep forgetting about it. I think they would be awesome to see in the snow, but mostly the park is closed by then. This will have to go on my Bucket Travel List, along with Machu PicchuBora Bora, and Bhutan.

And that's all the inanity I have for tonight! Cheerio...

melcreada: (dc - laughter)

Random: I have always hated the time leading up to writing a paper or report. Thinking up what I really wanted to say. Once I had decided, the writing part was a breeze. It's just the before that made me anxious and cranky.

Wow, my inanity knows no bounds.

Sushi dinner tonight was DELICIOUS and followed by cake and episodes of Ouran at the birthday girl's house. My only complaint is that she and her hubby are smokers so two hours at her place and I walked out stinking like I had been out clubbing. Not fair! I didn't even get to shake my money maker!

In other news, the Kid AND JP's birthdays are coming up. I should probably get some gifties. What to buy, what to buy.

And finally, I am totally going to buy some new underwear tomorrow! The fancy kind, too - I am so sick of Fruit of the Loom six-packs. It's time to put on the big girl panties. Er...

Okay, I'll stop.
melcreada: (at-at pwned)

I am so exhausted, it's ridiculous. I might take a nap after this entry, for reals.

I finally bought my ticket for Wicked. $20 in miscellaneous charges? Really, Ticketmaster? But whatever. I am excited!

JP is at the Star Trek movie, so I thought I would treat myself to a sushi dinner (yum!) and some Zipang sake (double yum!).

And speaking of food, I am reading Tales from the Scale, a cheapie little book I bought because, well I can totally relate.

Cut for whiny, personal introspection about being chubbeh. )

melcreada: (witchy)

Damn American Idol, making me want to buy disco music. Noooooooo!!! Yuck. Am going to download the new Depeche Mode and Pet Shop Boys instead and then I will feel like my own woman again.

In wtf?! news, one of my ex-boyfriends contacted me through Facebook. Very strange to hear from him. We had some good times as a couple, but the break ups were messy and repetetive. The friendship that grew out of that survived us dating other people (including my dating a friend of his) and we were just a lot more fun as buddies. We finally ended things for good when he refused to invite me to his wedding because his bride didn't want me there (totally understandable but it hurt because ALL our friends went). And here we are, ten years later. Weird but good.

My boss recently brought some tamarind apples into work and now I am mad craving them, even though my sister the dental hygienist will get after me for eating them because tamarind destroys tooth enamel. Boo!

And since the month is drawing closer to an end (I KNOW, right?!), I feel I must post a little more poetry:

Save as Draft

Or write as poem. The whole point is often
what we miss out on. To revise is to reconsider
the experience of, say, a leaf — never mind
that it is not green anymore. Or, pardon the sudden
evening. The transition was nice enough;
the explosive colors of dusk. And, didn’t you feel
so much sadness? I cannot explain it any better
than how I could when the outlines were still there:
trees and some wonderful new shapes.
Since then, things have changed. A pale hand
moves in the darkness. And someone is calling out,
come to bed, come to bed. And it is just you.
The evening insists on evening. It is that simple.
It is late enough as it is.

-- Joel M. Toledo

melcreada: (fosters eduardo)

Yoga in the morning and Toblerone in the evening. I'd say it was a full day!

And I wonder why I can't lose weight... (not really)

The other night I spent way too much money on DVDs and CDs at what's left of Circuit City. The result of which is that we have been watching 30 Rock and romantic comedies all weekend and now I am listening to some lovely classical Spanish guitar that is making me sad for some unknown reason.

Huh. I find it amusing that when my sister first moved overseas, she used to send us boxes and boxes of Toblerone and salt and vinegar potato chips, both of which I hated and thought vile but now they are two of my favorite snacks.

That  was much more interesting in my head. I think I'll just stop now.

melcreada: (o realmente)

So, my sister called me to inform me that when we drive to Georgetown to attend Kenny's rosary Tuesday night, we will

1. Have a 90-lb dog named Rusty in the car
2. Be traipsing through the old cemetery in the dark in order to leave flowers on my grandparents' graves.

"Don't worry," She assured me. "I have flashlights."

I have learned not to ask questions, because the answers give me headaches. I'll let you know how it goes...

Who else wants to see Will Ferrell's Land of the Lost? ^____________^
melcreada: (existentialists)
Yanno, between my "sweet" overtime (I am in Hell, please to be putting me out of my misery) and Babylon 5 marthon (OMG - we are almost through season 3!), I have hardly been on LJ.

But Holy Moly - ya'll are posting like whoa! I can't keep up! ^_~

And I ain't catching up anytime soon, as I am out of town tomorrow through Tuesday. Nay-nay and I are going to Hoo-ston to see George Michael! Huzzah! Our seats are crap, but I'm sure it will be awesome anyway. And we are going to the beach! I need to remember to get something to remove tar. Ew! But so true...Texas beaches in general aren't all that great. A few exceptions, of course, but Well, as Jack Burton always says, "What the Hell."

Hmm. Speaking of Jack Burton, I recently drove by an enormous all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant all decked out in neon and it kinda looked like Lo Pan's fortress at the very end of Big Trouble in Little China.


For now.

I am really enjoying B5, BTW. Although, at times it makes my brain hurt. Yes, sometimes I need it all explained to me.  I just love the idea of someone having this grand, elaborate story arc and taking it all the way through. It feels like reading a really good book. Only, I am not reading. I am sitting in front of the TV, eating popcorn and popsicles. But not at the same time.

Okay, I have to go pack, etc. See ya'll later!
melcreada: (dc - best week ever!)

Today my boss asked me what "LOL" meant. Hee! I tried to explain, but I don't think she got it, to be perfectly honest.

My electric bill was almost $200 this month. That is like a 30% jump from last month. IT IS BARELY JUNE. I will be rocking myself in the corner if anyone needs me.

I am transferring music onto iTunes and I gotta say I hate, hate, hate the general music folder. It is just so huge and untidy! I have lots of sub folders, but the main folder still bothers me because I need medication. Anal retentive!


Anyway, in random news, JP bought me an iPod FM transmitter for my car because he rocks and is obviously worried that I will leave him for David Cook. I really do need that medication, yes? Delusional! Seriously, though, I have been wanting one but hadn't budgeted for it and then he goes and gets one for me. He rules.

Over the weekend, we saw Kung Fu Panda (which I enjoyed muchly...loved Jack Black and his noodle shop dad!) and Don't Mess with the Zohan, which was funny but not high on my repeat viewings list. Although, let me just say...John Turturro saying he loves shoes has to be the sexiest thing I've seen in at least a week! Medication now, please!

Okay, I'm done. Lots of overtime in the next couple of days to knock out two big projects. By myself. Again.
melcreada: (carry that weight)
Geez, it has to be PMS, but I am seriously emo and every freakin' negative thought and emotion is THIS BIG and clawing its way out of my chest. I hate that. I usually get through it by writing or latching onto something to obsess about (THANK YOU, 24/7 weekend coverage of AI hometown visits, TWOP, etc). But damn. I just don't want to do anything. I want to lie on my bed and cry. Then sleep. A lot.

It passes. It always does. But sometimes it's hard to take.

I know I could go to my doctor and get something that would make me feel better or at least a little more even, but I think this is natural and I just have to ride it out. Glorious sadness and all that.

Okay, I'm done. My pity party is going to pub crawl somewhere else.
melcreada: (amadeus)
American Idol results show: I'll miss your tight pants, Jason. Luckily, David likes to wear 'em too. However, his butt doesn't look as good. *sigh* YOU SEE?! I diss AI and now the television gods are PUNISHING me by making me addicted against my will!!! Shallowly addicted! Wait, is that possible?

MOAR American Idol! Can you handle it? )
melcreada: (spaceballs good is dumb)
Tight pants on skinny men are a gift from the gods.

I hope Audrey Hepburn-style pants stay for a good, long while. Or maybe they are out of fashion already?  I have no idea.

Work was horribly depressing, as it sometimes is on a Monday, but I came home and JP made dinner. Then, we watched Indiscreet with the lovely Cary Grant and Ingrid "That's a Man, Baby!" Bergman. I kid, I kid! She's lovely.

Afterwards, JP let in a couple of flying grasshoppers so the kitties could play. I walked around with a large silver mixing bowl on my head. What? I don't like bugs that fly. They get caught in your hair. I know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, that's about it. Just feeling a little silly. Want very much to take a mini-vacay from work, but I need to justify it. Let's everyone think of a good reason and report back later. ^___________^


Feb. 3rd, 2008 11:22 pm
melcreada: (carry that weight)
Nice, relaxing weekend overall, although this morning we went to see The Orphanage and I totally lost it. The movie is a Spanish horror/suspense film and it started out pretty interesting, nothing too bad or gory. Good at ratcheting up the suspense and whatnot, but near the end, they reveal a tragic twist worthy of Shakespeare. The unfairness of it stung and before I knew it, I was crying. No, not crying. Sobbing. I continued sobbing while the credits were rolling. Yeah. Poor JP didn't know what to do with me. I was a wreck. Even thinking about it now, my eyes well with tears. Don't know about all that.

After my boo-hoo-a-thon, we went to the bookstore and later had Chinese takeout while watching some ANTM. Then, as my ultimate comfort, I put Whisper of the Heart on the DVD player.

Just thought I'd record all that for posterity.


In other news, I love JP. He didn't make a fuss, but spent the whole day with me and it was very soothing to have him nearby.


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