You know, when I first moved to NYC back in August 2006 ... I had a serious misconception of "The City". You see, I moved from Alaska when I was 18yo to Irvine, California to attend the University of California, Irvine. After graduation in June 2002 I went to work and stayed in Irvine and then moved to Westminster a couple of years later. During these formative years of mine, I spent many a nights watching "Sex and the City". It was so much fun to watch Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda walk on the streets, party like rockstars and put on haute couture dresses while wearing high-end stilettos, a la Manolos and Louboutins. I was in love with the city and I wanted to live their "fabulous" lifestyle. So when the opportunity to move to NYC came along (my ex-company promoted me), I jumped on the chance!
When I moved to the city, my work quadrupled and I spent most of my time on the road. I was barely in the city and I felt that I was paying an overly exorbitant price for storage space which is what my apartment had quickly become seeing as I was living out of my suitcase and hotel rooms for the most of my first year. I traveled so much that I quickly became burnt out and eventually I quit my lucrative position in exchange to be a paralegal who worked 60+ hours/week on a salary half of what I was making in the medical devices world. But I wasn't complaining. Why you ask? Because I was actually spending time in the city. For the first year in the city, when people would ask me how I was enjoying the city, I really couldn't give them an answer. I didn't know. I never spent any time in the city, how was I to know if I was really enjoying the city or not? Additionally, I had become increasingly unhappy (even though I had my pup, Ronny, and he's excellent company) because I had no friends. I couldnt' even make any friends because I was never here to build a friendship. Building a friendship takes time and effort and I had no time to give, even if I wanted to put forth the effort. Of course, now I'm just poor and struggling like a good portion of the city's population. I can't afford to live on my own anymore and I have a roommate now in a tiny apartment that was perfect for one person and a dog ... but for 2 people and 2 dogs ... it's getting crowded. Life in the city isn't as fabulous as it seems on Sex and the City unless you have a ton of money or live in a rent controlled apartment. But you can't happen upon rent controlled apartments anymore. It's unfortunate and the landlords are greedy, greedy, greedy! They already charge too much for the real estate that's offered in their apartments and they continue to raise rent yearly. But your experience is what you make of it. I may be struggling, instead of being on cruise control (which is where I would be if I was still in California today), but I've made new friends, experienced new things, lived in a new city and I'm building character. I know I won't be able to leave here for some time ... but when I get back to California, I will not only have a new appreciation for California (and believe me, how I do miss it!), I think I will have a new love and appreciation for the people and the culture that is New York City.
Why am I talking about this you might be wondering? Well since we were talking about origins ... I might as well blog about how I got here in the first place. My friend also asked me the other day what made me decide to move to NYC when I had the perfect life in California. What would make me uproot my life and want to come to a city that I had no friends in and was totally foreign just to struggle? The answer ... Sex and the City. It was a fantasy move that was promptly shattered when I finally was able to live in the city... but instead of a fantasy, I found something else here. I've been exploring all of the outer boroughs and each of their nuances and cultures and I've been pleasantly surprised. I always thought New Yorkers were angry ... but I've found much more than that. Surprisingly, there are far more genuine people I'm friends with here than in California. I still love California though and that's where I'm going to be eventually, but when I move I'm taking the best part of NYC with me to Cali... my friends. *^_^*
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Office Aroma Etiquette
I just have to put this out there because it was sooo utterly disgusting! I was sitting at my desk, coding, and minding my own business while eating my lunch when my nasal passages were suddenly attacked by a terribly acrid stench!!! I was sooo shocked by the smell I didn't know what to make of it. At first I thought that my nose was going crazy but then when the smell didn't dissipate instantly and it hung around like a thick blanket in the air, I was totally grossed out! I thought maybe it was my pasta, so I bent down to smell my pasta and naturally it wasn't the pasta. Thank GOD! Can you imagine if my pasta smelled like fart?! Oh it was disgusting and I knew my nose wasn't going crazy because I could smell the pasta! So when I picked my head up it was still stenching but it was finally starting to waft off in some other direction. No doubt, to offend the next hapless nose. Ugh! How gross! Let's talk about some office aroma etiquette because whoever the offender was, clearly had NONE!!!
Please, please ... if you have gas ... go take a beano or something! Secondly, if you have gas and the beano hasn't kicked in yet ... please take it to the bathroom! I know the bathroom will wreak horribly but that's the designated place for that sort of wreak! Don't think that you can fart on the sly and get away with it! I know that farting is natural and I don't condemn people who fart, because we ALL do it but in an office where you have co-workers near you in proximity, that's just plain rude! If you have an office with a door that closes, please by all means fart in your own area if you are the only person to be offended by it. Just please keep a can of air freshener or some matches in your desk for "in case of emergency" situations. You know, like when your boss knocks on your door immediately post-fart or a coworker or that cute co-worker you have your eye on. Walking into a room smelling like fart is the fastest way to drive your visitor out! Of course, if you're trying to get rid of your boss or an irritating co-worker this might be beneficial ... but could also backfire as you could end up the laughing stock of the office or worse yet, fired. In short, please don't fart on the silent, you don't know if it'll be odorless or rank. Please don't take chances on other people's olfactory senses like that, it's not polite.
Please, please ... if you have gas ... go take a beano or something! Secondly, if you have gas and the beano hasn't kicked in yet ... please take it to the bathroom! I know the bathroom will wreak horribly but that's the designated place for that sort of wreak! Don't think that you can fart on the sly and get away with it! I know that farting is natural and I don't condemn people who fart, because we ALL do it but in an office where you have co-workers near you in proximity, that's just plain rude! If you have an office with a door that closes, please by all means fart in your own area if you are the only person to be offended by it. Just please keep a can of air freshener or some matches in your desk for "in case of emergency" situations. You know, like when your boss knocks on your door immediately post-fart or a coworker or that cute co-worker you have your eye on. Walking into a room smelling like fart is the fastest way to drive your visitor out! Of course, if you're trying to get rid of your boss or an irritating co-worker this might be beneficial ... but could also backfire as you could end up the laughing stock of the office or worse yet, fired. In short, please don't fart on the silent, you don't know if it'll be odorless or rank. Please don't take chances on other people's olfactory senses like that, it's not polite.
El Dulce Sabor de Una Mujer Exquisita
So if you all recall one of my past posts titled "past haunts", the ending of that story was pretty ... hmmmmm .... open ended. Anyways if you refer back to that post (or click on the title link) it will take you to the email that he sent me. I don't think I ever posted my reply but here it is:
"Hi, how are you doing? I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you but I had some thinking of my own to do. First off, let me say that I really do appreciate your writing to me. It means a lot to me that you came back and apologized so many years after the fact. Additionally, I want you to know that I have definitely forgiven you and that I don't hold/harbor anything against you. I ended our friendship because I felt like you didn't respect me and that hurt me deeply. I felt I couldn't continue to engage in an emotionally abusive friendship any longer.
I'm glad that you decided to open up and let me know how you feel. Thanks! Out of curiosity, what prompted you to write the letter? Hope you're doing well."
It took me 3 weeks to figure out what I wanted to say and that's what I finally came up with. I thought it was brief, to the point, but didn't elaborate too much. I was happy with it. I struggled mostly with how much detailed information I should provide but at the same time I felt like he didn't really deserve that from me. His reply to my email was;
"Well I guess the reason why i wrote that letter to you was because during the holiday season I did a lot of thinking. After my dad passed away I realized that many of the times we just let people fly through our lives without giving them the attention they need and deserve and honestly I didn't like the way things ended with us. Well, I hope you're also doing well. Take care of yourself."
Sounds like a good and solid close to that chapter of my life, right? Well I thought so too until I recently received an email from him that enclosed a poem;
EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA
(Gabriel García Márquez)
'Una mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a sus pies, si no aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace realmente feliz. Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca, ni la que tiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más llamativo, es aquella que con tan sólo una franca y abierta sonrisa y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida. Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos, ni más cargos académicos, es aquella que sacrifica su sueño temporalmente por hacer felices a los demás. Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente (aunque si me preguntan a mí, todas las mujeres son muy ardientes...Los que estamos fuera de foco somos los hombres) sino la que vibra al hacer el amor solamente con el hombre que ama. Una mujer interesante no es aquella que se siente halagada al ser admirada por su belleza y elegancia, es aquella mujer firme de carácter que puede decir NO. Y un HOMBRE........UN HOMBRE EXQUISITO es aquel que valora a una mujer así...............Que se siente orgulloso de tenerla como compañera.... Que sabe tocarla como un músico virtuosísimo toca su amado instrumento..... Que lucha a su lado compartiendo todos sus roles, desde lavar platos y atender tripones, hasta devolverle los masajes y cuidados que ella le prodigó antes...La verdad, compañeros hombres, es que las mujeres en eso de ser 'Muy machas' nos llevan gran recorrido...¡Qué tontos hemos sido -y somos- cuando valoramos el regalo solamente por la vistosidad de su empaque... ¡Tonto y mil veces tonto el hombre que come mierda en la calle, teniendo un exquisitito manjar en casa'
I don't think you need to speak spanish to get the gist of what the poem is about. It's pretty easy to figure out what the title says. Anyways, I wasn't the only person on the email list. So i'm not going to read too much into this, but it is strange that he would PUT me on mailing list with all of his other female friends. He hasn't emailed me since February ... weirdness. It gets me to think though, what does he feel about me now that we are speaking again. He seems so different via email ... if I were to see him in person, would he be any different, would he treat me differently? But then again, would I want to see him? Would I want to know him again after the history that we had and all that I suffered? I know I'm supposed to forgive him completely, but does that mean I should forget? But if I don't forget, have I really forgiven him? What a pickle.
"Hi, how are you doing? I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you but I had some thinking of my own to do. First off, let me say that I really do appreciate your writing to me. It means a lot to me that you came back and apologized so many years after the fact. Additionally, I want you to know that I have definitely forgiven you and that I don't hold/harbor anything against you. I ended our friendship because I felt like you didn't respect me and that hurt me deeply. I felt I couldn't continue to engage in an emotionally abusive friendship any longer.
I'm glad that you decided to open up and let me know how you feel. Thanks! Out of curiosity, what prompted you to write the letter? Hope you're doing well."
It took me 3 weeks to figure out what I wanted to say and that's what I finally came up with. I thought it was brief, to the point, but didn't elaborate too much. I was happy with it. I struggled mostly with how much detailed information I should provide but at the same time I felt like he didn't really deserve that from me. His reply to my email was;
"Well I guess the reason why i wrote that letter to you was because during the holiday season I did a lot of thinking. After my dad passed away I realized that many of the times we just let people fly through our lives without giving them the attention they need and deserve and honestly I didn't like the way things ended with us. Well, I hope you're also doing well. Take care of yourself."
Sounds like a good and solid close to that chapter of my life, right? Well I thought so too until I recently received an email from him that enclosed a poem;
EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA
(Gabriel García Márquez)
'Una mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a sus pies, si no aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace realmente feliz. Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca, ni la que tiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más llamativo, es aquella que con tan sólo una franca y abierta sonrisa y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida. Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos, ni más cargos académicos, es aquella que sacrifica su sueño temporalmente por hacer felices a los demás. Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente (aunque si me preguntan a mí, todas las mujeres son muy ardientes...Los que estamos fuera de foco somos los hombres) sino la que vibra al hacer el amor solamente con el hombre que ama. Una mujer interesante no es aquella que se siente halagada al ser admirada por su belleza y elegancia, es aquella mujer firme de carácter que puede decir NO. Y un HOMBRE........UN HOMBRE EXQUISITO es aquel que valora a una mujer así...............Que se siente orgulloso de tenerla como compañera.... Que sabe tocarla como un músico virtuosísimo toca su amado instrumento..... Que lucha a su lado compartiendo todos sus roles, desde lavar platos y atender tripones, hasta devolverle los masajes y cuidados que ella le prodigó antes...La verdad, compañeros hombres, es que las mujeres en eso de ser 'Muy machas' nos llevan gran recorrido...¡Qué tontos hemos sido -y somos- cuando valoramos el regalo solamente por la vistosidad de su empaque... ¡Tonto y mil veces tonto el hombre que come mierda en la calle, teniendo un exquisitito manjar en casa'
I don't think you need to speak spanish to get the gist of what the poem is about. It's pretty easy to figure out what the title says. Anyways, I wasn't the only person on the email list. So i'm not going to read too much into this, but it is strange that he would PUT me on mailing list with all of his other female friends. He hasn't emailed me since February ... weirdness. It gets me to think though, what does he feel about me now that we are speaking again. He seems so different via email ... if I were to see him in person, would he be any different, would he treat me differently? But then again, would I want to see him? Would I want to know him again after the history that we had and all that I suffered? I know I'm supposed to forgive him completely, but does that mean I should forget? But if I don't forget, have I really forgiven him? What a pickle.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Babbling Origins
So I was talking to my friends the other day about what my next post should be. It's really quite a difficult position to be in when it comes to what next to blog about. I don't want to cover the same thing twice but at the same time I feel like it has to be interesting and witty, etc. Then one of my friends asked me how I came up with the name for the blog, "Babbling Verbose". The truth is, I wrote a poem in 2004 titled, "Babbling Verbose". It's actually one of my all time favorite poems that I authored and I really liked the title that I came up with and it's stuck with me ever since. So when it came to for me to name my blog ... it really wasn't a question. Now with that being said, I can't leave it in the air and not let you all read what I loved so much about that poem. Enjoy!
Babbing Verbose
By: Sherry Chang
September 24, 2004
I don't understand why in this world today,
The sanctity of marriage is no longer a way,
For two people in love to show eachother devotion,
Made of a bond strong enough to part oceans,
Love is a fleeting feeling that disguises our lust,
For something we buy into without true trust,
Our desire to have something blinds the path,
Covers the tracks and we rush in too fast,
Then reality grips our hand just a little too late,
After our dire thirst has finally been slaked,
But the severity of our actions once we knew,
When under God, we swore an oath and said "I do",
Those consequences were lessened and so society,
Began to understand it's not forever and we can leave,
Our promises to love and honor, such meaningless words,
For better, for worse, convictions light as feathers,
In sickness and health, just babbling verbose,
And in the end, irreconcilable differences we bemoan,
How can such commitment be committed so lightly,
Both love and honour have no meaning in this world I see,
Are we doomed to such failure in all our endeavors,
Where once soul completion is now pushed asunder,
How can we put faith in words that mean nothing,
How can we swear eternal devotion to something,
That finds loopholes and escapes when things get hard,
That potentially doesn't care if it crushes our hearts,
And so you ask me why it is that I turn and walk away,
But if you felt the way I felt, you would do the same.
Seems like a pretty cynical poem no? I'll tell ya'll though. I wrote that poem after a good friend of mine who was married with 2 kids was having marital issues and I had to listen to him talk about it on a regular basis and then confide in me about his budding extra-marital affair with a co-worker. I couldn't understand it, he was throwing away a perfectly good marriage (it didn't go sour until after the 2nd child, his wife was diagnosed with post-partum depression) because his wife had depression and didn't want to have sex with him anymore. He was running to this pretty blond who was paying him attention where his wife wasn't. I understand that we like our significant others to pay us attention but ... if this is the person that you swear "until death do us part" and "in sickness and in health" to, aren't you supposed to support them while they're going through post-partum depression?! Not go chasing after some pretty, young thing just because she's after you. It was really disappointing for me to listen to MY FRIEND talk about these things to me and then for me to be supportive. I can't support someone who's actions are deplorable in my opinion.
Maybe that's why I'm so against marriage? I mean ... I'm not trying to rip my parents but all of the examples of marriages I've ever really seen have been ... less than desirable. My parents have been married for 30 years (they just celebrated this past January) but I've always felt that it was loveless. They've never really ever shown eachother affection and in the few instances (I can count it on one hand) that they have, it felt completely forced and for show. My other aunts that I've grown up with all got divorced, one of them several times. My friend I just mentioned above was unwilling to support his wife when she needed him most and ended up going out and having an affair. I watch "Sex and the City" and the women on there struggle regularly with men, commitment, and relationships. Then the frosting on this negativity cake is of course, is all of my own personal experiences with men, commitment, and relationships. What I'm trying to say is that, I'm that girl at the wedding when they're tossing the bouquet, I'm conveniently in the bathroom and absent.
Babbing Verbose
By: Sherry Chang
September 24, 2004
I don't understand why in this world today,
The sanctity of marriage is no longer a way,
For two people in love to show eachother devotion,
Made of a bond strong enough to part oceans,
Love is a fleeting feeling that disguises our lust,
For something we buy into without true trust,
Our desire to have something blinds the path,
Covers the tracks and we rush in too fast,
Then reality grips our hand just a little too late,
After our dire thirst has finally been slaked,
But the severity of our actions once we knew,
When under God, we swore an oath and said "I do",
Those consequences were lessened and so society,
Began to understand it's not forever and we can leave,
Our promises to love and honor, such meaningless words,
For better, for worse, convictions light as feathers,
In sickness and health, just babbling verbose,
And in the end, irreconcilable differences we bemoan,
How can such commitment be committed so lightly,
Both love and honour have no meaning in this world I see,
Are we doomed to such failure in all our endeavors,
Where once soul completion is now pushed asunder,
How can we put faith in words that mean nothing,
How can we swear eternal devotion to something,
That finds loopholes and escapes when things get hard,
That potentially doesn't care if it crushes our hearts,
And so you ask me why it is that I turn and walk away,
But if you felt the way I felt, you would do the same.
Seems like a pretty cynical poem no? I'll tell ya'll though. I wrote that poem after a good friend of mine who was married with 2 kids was having marital issues and I had to listen to him talk about it on a regular basis and then confide in me about his budding extra-marital affair with a co-worker. I couldn't understand it, he was throwing away a perfectly good marriage (it didn't go sour until after the 2nd child, his wife was diagnosed with post-partum depression) because his wife had depression and didn't want to have sex with him anymore. He was running to this pretty blond who was paying him attention where his wife wasn't. I understand that we like our significant others to pay us attention but ... if this is the person that you swear "until death do us part" and "in sickness and in health" to, aren't you supposed to support them while they're going through post-partum depression?! Not go chasing after some pretty, young thing just because she's after you. It was really disappointing for me to listen to MY FRIEND talk about these things to me and then for me to be supportive. I can't support someone who's actions are deplorable in my opinion.
Maybe that's why I'm so against marriage? I mean ... I'm not trying to rip my parents but all of the examples of marriages I've ever really seen have been ... less than desirable. My parents have been married for 30 years (they just celebrated this past January) but I've always felt that it was loveless. They've never really ever shown eachother affection and in the few instances (I can count it on one hand) that they have, it felt completely forced and for show. My other aunts that I've grown up with all got divorced, one of them several times. My friend I just mentioned above was unwilling to support his wife when she needed him most and ended up going out and having an affair. I watch "Sex and the City" and the women on there struggle regularly with men, commitment, and relationships. Then the frosting on this negativity cake is of course, is all of my own personal experiences with men, commitment, and relationships. What I'm trying to say is that, I'm that girl at the wedding when they're tossing the bouquet, I'm conveniently in the bathroom and absent.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Yearning For Zion
Ok ... so if you are in any way interested in keep abreast of the situations that occur in the world around you, there's no way one could have missed this entire charade that has been occurring concerning the world of Polygamist Compounds. The Yearning for Zion (YFZ) compound, a sect of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS) located in Eldorado, TX is currently the compound that has taken the forefront of news stations everywhere. Click on the links below to read the articles;
http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/041908dnmetpolygamy.77507369.html
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/04/16/polygamy.escapes/index.html#cnnSTCText
http://wwwwakeupamericans-spree.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-flds-custody-hearing.html [recent update!]
http://news.google.com/news?hl=en&q=YFZ+ranch&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=X&oi=news_result&resnum=1&ct=title (YFZ Ranch News Update Google Search)
Well as you all can see, there is a plethora of articles to be had ... I just tried to get the cumulative ones that would bring you up-to-date quickly on the state of the matter. The last link is the search I used on Google to bring up all of the updated news on the YFZ Ranch incident and if you want to read more articles or find even more recent updates, I think that would be a really good link to check out!
The 2 things that bother me the most about this entire YFZ Ranch compound ordeal are 1)The children and 2) The women. Children are so young and impressionable and when you grow up in a society that oppresses women and marries them off at the tender ages of 13 and 14, it can cause irreparable damage not only to their psyche and mindset but also to their sense of self-importance, their self-esteem and completely stunt them as people. The boys are "groomed" to view women as mousy servants, objects to be married off, and vessels for their own propagation! Nowhere in this entire society does it teach young men to value women! Doesn't it bother these boys to see their sisters, cousins, and nieces married off at 13 and pregnant by 14?! Some of these women have silver hair and they have children that range in age from 5 - 17!!!! In a certain case a 13 year old girl was forced to marry her 19 year old cousin! That's despicable!!!! Disgusting! Horrifying! Unthinkable!!!!! They are openly forcing incest on these children! There is a reported cased of a 13/14 year old at the YFZ Ranch being married to a 46 year old man! The members of that sect don't see anything wrong with what's going on at the YFZ Ranch because they were never educated that these things were wrong! They just lived in this bubble with 2 people as the so-called "religions leaders" that governed all of their rules. In the state of Texas, anyone over the age of 18 cannot have sexual relations with a minor under the age of 16! It's considered statutory rape and during the investigation that CPS conducted they found many young girls ranging in age from 13-16 that were currently pregnant or already with children! How disgusting and sick is that?!
During a recent interview with Larry King Live on CNN, a few mothers from the YFZ Ranch came forward to talk about what was really going and give their side of the story but they all sounded like they were reading from a teleprompter or that they were trying to recall from their memories what they were told to say. When Larry asked the first mother where the father of her children were, she blatantly brushed the question off and continued to talk about "the children". Larry, not an easily desuaded person, asked her 3 more times in 3 different ways, where her husband, the father of her children were and she refused to answer every single time. Larry moved from mother to mother and asked them all the same question. Not one of them had an answer for him. They just diverted back to their children.
Maybe they were trying to protect their way of life or not get their husband or husbands (because it's entirely possible that all 3 of them have the same husband) into any more trouble but it really is disturbing that the mothers of these children are stepping into the media spotlight to fight for their children but the fathers/husbands are nowhere to be found. Why do you think that is? Do you think that if these men honestly, didn't think that they had done anything wrong that there would be cause to hide? Of course not, but if you know you did something wrong and the police man come looking for you, you're gonna hide! It's so sad to see these women, living in modern times, post-women's rights movements still being repressed so heavily! Just looking at their Heidi hairdos, their unibrows, and their Little House on the Prairie getups was a very difficult pill for me to swallow and I'm not even anywhere close to being an extreme feminist! Don't get me wrong, what you believe is what you believe and I respect that everyone has their own religion/opinion/thoughts, etc. But I think that there is a clear delineation between what is right and what is wrong. Abusing children/women/men/people physically, sexually and/or emotionally is just plain WRONG! Physical, sexual and emotional abuse of children especially, because they are so innocent and impressionable, is exceptionally deplorable behavior to me. Children are so unable to defend themselves let alone think for themselves and look up to adults to guide them and protect them. It's absolutely disgusting for people to take advantage of that innocence and trust. They grow up to be like these mothers in the YFZ Ranch who think that it's OK to be married to a man who has 17 other wives!!! I could never settle being 17th or 15th, not even 3rd or 2nd! I could never settle being another wife in the harem and a baby-making machine. I could never settle for no education and no feeling of self worth, or for a man who could not appreciate me as a UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL and not just another cog in the machine.
And at the end of the day, the thing that kills me the most is, the man who is apparently their "messiah", or leader of the FLDS sect is IN JAIL! Warren Jeff is his name. Google him. You will be utterly disgusted by him. He is the man who forced the 13 year old girl to marry her 19 year old cousin. That is what he's in jail for ... he was an accessory to a federal crime. It's unbelievable that the members of this sect, the FLDS, have turned a blind eye to such a blatant disregard for criminal behavior from the man who is supposedly their "leader". If this is the poison that is the head of the sect, then it is no wonder that this sort of disgusting behavior is prevalent throughout the entirety of their community.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Weekend Wallop!
What a crazy weekend ya'll! I have to totally re-cap because this weekend was just insane!
Friday - April 11, 2008:
Post work, riding on the 4/5 Express trains with my hunny to Brooklyn instead of uptown (where the pups are - Scooter to the right), we're heading to have dinner with my sister and friends. We were supposed to go to Sri Pra Phai, a very, very good Thai restaurant located in Queens. But apparently somewhere along the mix (it was originally supposed to be just my sister and her boyf, Ben, Me and my hunny, Kieran) we picked up several additions to the dinner party. We didn't have enough space in the lone vehicle (a VW Golf might I mention, to give perspective) and so we had to re-route dinner. We ended up going to this quaint little spot in Red Hook (Brooklyn ya'll) called "Reds Produce". Originally, I had my misgivings about going to a Tapas place as they do tend to be fairly pricey, especially in the city (Manhattan). But I checked out their website and the most expensive item on the menu (a salad) turned out to be $8. I really can't complain with prices like that! What's even better is that the food, especially the Jamon Serrano Bocadillo, was mouth-watering and perfect! The food was well-done and the staff very accommodating! It also doesn't hurt that they don't just yet have their liquor license and as a result was serving some free Spain-Imported red wine that was fabulous! It was dry and simple! Just the way I like it! The only downside is that there really isn't much space ... but I think the owners were angling for the loyal locals versus pretentious patrons (from manhattan, I'm sure!). This restaurant was a great and awesome surprise, tucked away in Red Hook. If you find yourself in that neighborhood, definitely give it a try!
Saturday - April 12, 2008
Ok, for this day ... I need to first give you all an itinerary ... it's necessary for my sanity and for the sake of keeping this all in one piece.
11:30am - 1:00pm: Struggled with the MTA subway service! They decided to switch the 4/5 from express service to local service and the 2/3 from local to express, once we crossed the Brooklyn divide and didn't bother announcing that on the overhead ... bastards!
1:00pm - 3:00pm: Lunched and studied at the Burrito Bar on Flatbush Ave. Robert "blech-ed" it at first but I was starving, they weren't crowded and they had big tables that we could study on. The food was surprisingly good! I definitely recommend trying the "Mini Chimis"! Those really hit the spot!
3:00pm - 5:45pm: Hit the Brooklyn Museum with Robert, Calvin, Eddie (Calvin's boyf), Tim (Robert's friend), Milissa, Danika, Danika's cousin and her girlfriend, and Janelle. It was a large party and we went and checked out the Murakami Exhibit. Unfortunately, as excited as I was to see this exhibit, it turned out to be a total "Godzilla Moment". It was amped up to be far more than it really was and thus left much to be desired. Needless to say, I was less than impressed. I really didn't find much talent in the work that was done, although some of the statues that he made definitely "stepped outside of the box", intensely so, might I add. Once I get the pictures developed ... or uploaded ... whateva... I will post them and let you all gawk! And you WILL be gawking!
5:45pm - 7:00pm: We spent a large chunk of this time just trying to decide on where to go! It was irritating! We finally settled on this Japanese restaurant called Geido, we'd never heard of it and it looked kind of seedy/questionable inside except for the fact that it was packed! Apparently if you look at the ratings ... people rave about this place! Robert and I split a chicken roll coz we were headed post Geido, to my sister's house for an impromptu BBQ. The chicken roll was good ... but I find it difficult to mess that up. Maybe I'll have to give it another go.
7:00pm - 9:00pm: After picking up some Diet Coke (blech!) and Ginger Ale for the BBQ (that's what the hosts requested that we bring), Robert and I hopped in a livery cab and arrived at my sister's Condo. We sat down and had some good conversation and food before, unbelievably, Robert realized that he didn't have his ID!!!!! We were supposed to go to a mutual friend's "Going Away" party at a bar in Manhattan at 10:00pm and Robert had no identification on his person. Good going Bob!
9:00pm - 11:45pm: We skedaddled all the way to Robert's house, but not before picking up a bottle of Tequila so that we could pre-game. This way we didn't have to spend too much at the bar b/c we'd already have a buzz. We're ridiculous and cheap ... what can I say? Apparently our jobs aren't generous with our pay scales. I slapped on some makeup, Robert searched madly for his house keys (which his uncle came to the rescue and found for him) and then we made cocktails that we hid in my large purse so that we could drink on the subway trains inconspicuously! We are so ghetto ...
11:45pm - 2:00am: Finally made it to No Idea Bar ... phew! What a long day! Sat down with some good friends, drank and watched Jason (Ben's little bro) take his shirt off on numerous occasions for whatever reason he took his shirt off, he just did. I wasn't complaining all though I'd have to say my hunny wasn't exactly ecstatic that I was staring! LOL! I'll put those pictures up when I finally get them too! Ha! Oh and so you thought that this was the culmination of the entire day .... NOOOOOOOOT!!!! (Borat style)
2:00am - 3:30am: Everyone in our party decides that they're hungry and wanna go and get something to eat so we end up at Big Daddy's NYC diner. Where they serve HUGE burgers, have trivia cards on the table and lots of pictures of old hollywood stars and not to mention your drunk hunny leaning on you and sleeping ... fun! But you thought the fun was over?! This day was ridiculous I'm telling you!
3:30am - 5:00am: Let me tell you ... waiting at 3:30am for the 6 train to come is PAINFUL!!!! Especially if you're going all the way up to the Bronx! Not cool... well then it also doesn't help when you and your boy falls asleep on the train and you wake up just as your stop is passing by. Drat! Drat! and Double Drat! So we had to get off at the Castle Hill Avenue stop instead of the Parkchester stop and walk an extra 5 minutes to get home in the freezing night air ... well I was cold ... Kieran wasn't. I only had a track jacket on .... silly, silly girl. Well, we finally made it in ... and poor Kieran had to schlep the dogs out for a late/early (whatever you wanna call it) walk so that they wouldn't crap in the house before we finally got to sleep ... ugh finally .... are you tired too? I wouldn't blame ya. Not one tiny bit.
Just as a mention because Sunday was filled with nothing really ... except Church and then dinner with Tony and his wife (Kalina). For dinner we went to this little spot under the 3rd Ave Bridge called "Bruckner Bar & Grill". The reason why I'm giving it a blurb is because the food is definitely worth mentioning! Apparently the Schnitzel is what they're famous for ... but their burgers are totally awesome too! Go check it out if you're ever up that way!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Crate!!! (Crazy + Late = Crate)
So I'm soooo crazy late in posting another "post" on here! No excuses Sherry! I've just been lazy, busy, retarded or something ... but whatever I'm totally CRATE!
I received an oddity of a comment on my last post ... it goes a little something like this;
"Anonymous said...
i put the patch on my penis and now my penis has shrunk. oops."
Now, I'm not really sure if this is a joke ... or if the person is being serious. So.... if you really did put it on your penis and it shrunk... THAT SUCKS FOR YOU!!!! LOL Sorry dude but if you were really silly enough to put it on your penis, then that is ALL on YOU. Hopefully, it's not permanent. If it doesn't go back to it's normal size, I would recommend (highly, might I add) that you go and see a doctor ... must be all that "bladder wrack" in the patch that your dong was responding to. *^_^*
So, I just have to vent and say that I am seriously irritated with my lead attorneys at work. They recently laid off 3 contract attorneys for no apparent reason. Well, according to one of the other supervisors in the office (if you can call this place an office, more like a stall) they cited the "usual" reasons in the past for letting people go as (and I quote); "lack of productivity, lateness, taking frequent days off of work, excessive talking during work, etc". I guess I could understand one of the 3 that were let go, but 1 wasn't really guilty of any of the reasons listed above and the other actually had a legitimate medical excuse for most of the absences. I just feel like this barn stall is all about favoritism! I could name several heifers around here that should have been fired waaaaaay before those other 3. But alas, it's not my decision and that just makes me lose respect for my lead attorneys. Especially if that's the way they make their decisions ... oh and ever since they became the lead attorneys (b/c the other law firm that we were co-leads with in the litigation pulled out of this trough), those 2 have seriously gone on a completely unwarranted power trip!!!! Ugh, men can be such blights sometimes (as can women!).
I received an oddity of a comment on my last post ... it goes a little something like this;
"Anonymous said...
i put the patch on my penis and now my penis has shrunk. oops."
Now, I'm not really sure if this is a joke ... or if the person is being serious. So.... if you really did put it on your penis and it shrunk... THAT SUCKS FOR YOU!!!! LOL Sorry dude but if you were really silly enough to put it on your penis, then that is ALL on YOU. Hopefully, it's not permanent. If it doesn't go back to it's normal size, I would recommend (highly, might I add) that you go and see a doctor ... must be all that "bladder wrack" in the patch that your dong was responding to. *^_^*
So, I just have to vent and say that I am seriously irritated with my lead attorneys at work. They recently laid off 3 contract attorneys for no apparent reason. Well, according to one of the other supervisors in the office (if you can call this place an office, more like a stall) they cited the "usual" reasons in the past for letting people go as (and I quote); "lack of productivity, lateness, taking frequent days off of work, excessive talking during work, etc". I guess I could understand one of the 3 that were let go, but 1 wasn't really guilty of any of the reasons listed above and the other actually had a legitimate medical excuse for most of the absences. I just feel like this barn stall is all about favoritism! I could name several heifers around here that should have been fired waaaaaay before those other 3. But alas, it's not my decision and that just makes me lose respect for my lead attorneys. Especially if that's the way they make their decisions ... oh and ever since they became the lead attorneys (b/c the other law firm that we were co-leads with in the litigation pulled out of this trough), those 2 have seriously gone on a completely unwarranted power trip!!!! Ugh, men can be such blights sometimes (as can women!).
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