Question
Does everyone now and then miscalculate the right dispenser needed for Jello? Or am I just the only human being in the entire world who realizes halfway to pouring the gelatin mix that it won’t fit?
Tags: cooking, in the buttParty Crashers
We took a walk with Yaza by the beach today. I didn’t take Sayid because last time he was overexcited and puked his whole breakfast, plus a lot of white foam. I’ll take shorter walks with him around the block to make it up to him. Yaza is such a young lady and she doesn’t get too hyper like that. Plus she needs some light exercises.
Yaza was scared shitless by some clowns and mickey mouse, donald duck and spongebob custom dudes. Some people recognized her breed (rare) and some pointed at her, played with her, told me how cute she was and such. Others were afraid of the “angry, murderer pit bull” that she is. Just your average walk with a Frenchie in Fortaleza.
After that we met Ricardo who’s a cool Pit Bull breeder starting into the Frenchies world. He’s very nice and totally well-meaning. We talked for a while (his frenchie did throw up) up till the point I realized that with two Frenchies and an English Bulldog, most of our “walk” was spent on the benches, sitting and talking. That right there is one of the main reasons why I LOVE this breed.
Later we came back to my place and went to meet Fabi who was at a game party on the mall next to my place. Yes, I live next to a mall. Yes, it is perfect. Yes, I do go there almost everyday. No, I do not know how I have ever survived prior to living next to a mall.
So, we went to the game thing and besides playing our asses off, getting way too many game tickets and even finding some abandoned tickets around, we were invited upstairs to help with the “food situation”. The food situation was: food > guests. Need I say more?
Tags: beach, dogs, foodHow to have your kid instantly uninvited to a party
Last October, on my sister’s 7th birthday, we threw a Pizza Hut Party. It was fun for the kids, they have a dance club, I burned some High School Musical songs and they had a new Wii there. Add yummy pizza to that and it’s instant party.
The party was at this smallish room where there is a long Kiddie table, the tiny dance club and outside there are some swingers and such, and the Video Game room. Since we don’t have any family here, we didn’t want a huge party for adults, just for Fabi’s friends, so we chose Pizza Hut. Some parents decided to stay at the party, making the smallish room unbearable to stay on it was so crowded.
So this one mom, we’ll call her Tina, she has a bunch of kids and absolutely no time to take care of any of them. Tina went and stayed and crowded the Pizza Hut room. One of her kids go to the same class as Fabi goes, but we decided to invite all of her kids because we didn’t want to be rude or anything. And now it’s one of Tina’s kids’s Birthday and she made it very clear that she was throwing it on an exclusive, expensive venue, so she just wanted to invite the kids and not their parents.
Okay, so Tina goes to a kiddy party, with all of her kids might I add, and stays, when it’s clearly Kids Only. Tina books this “exclusive and expensive” venue and then she’s cheap like that. Just because she wants to say to so-and-so: “MY kid’s birthday was in that great place, it’s so expensive and precious”.
Some people would be quiet because she has a lot of money. Actually, everyone at school practically bows to her and licks her way. It’s pathetic. But my mom was truly shocked by her attitude of being so cheap and rude by going around telling people not to go, so she questioned her attitude and now Tina is a Royal Bitch towards my sister, who has nothing to do with any of this adult business. But you wanna watch me get really nasty, lady? Mess with my little sister.
Tags: moms with no lifeDial L for Lazy
A couple of days ago, my brother-in-law borrowed my boyfriend’s car for a few hours to go out with the ladies. He put my boyfriend’s trash on the trunk which included some computer parts and General Junk. Yesterday I went out with Caleb and the car kept bleeping all the way.
Yes, the car. It kept bleeping. As in, making “bleeeeeep” noises nonstop from the rear.
Unsure of what to do and lazy as we are, we just kept driving around running our errands, our minds seldon wandering off to what the bleep that was all about. Until, of course, it was late at night and we stopped at this intersection which is known as The Most Dangerous Intersection in the City, literally. There are slums and darkness everywhere and we hear about people getting mugged there constantly.
Suddenly the car filled up with thick, black smoke. It was a fried up No Break in the trunk that had bumped all the way that day and had turned on on its on and kept on bleeping and frying up until it was more than well done, it was overcooked. We then reached the point where we had to stop at Murder Intersection because at this point I was shrieking, saying the car was going to explode and we were gonna die.
Shady fellas? Check.
Late hours? Check.
Cell phone batteries dead, car with some sort of problem and a previous conversation about mugging and murders of people we knew going on minutes before ? Check, check and check.
It had murder and mugging written all over it. So this dude came on to us (Boyfriend was turning off the No Break at the back) and I frantically reached for the window to roll it up.
But it was just too late.
Before I knew it, he was already trying to make a sell of some corn in the cob. And after peeing myself from all the fear, we set off and Murder Intersection let us go with just a warning this time.
Tags: car, mugging, smokeWherein I get to no point
For the past few nights I’ve been having this recurrent dream where I am buying an iPhone. As they don’t have “iphone” on any Dream Dictionary I’ve come across, I’m left to wonder why my subconscious wants an iPhone, since I don’t really care for mobiles and I already have two iPods that suit my every need.
iPhones may be flashy and fun, but I’m better off with my cheap cell phone that I can sit on or step on or have my dogs chew on without going bald from tugging at my hair in desperation. And I would be obsessed all day long with cleaning its screen from all the greasy, oily fingerprints.
Tags: dream, iphone, ipod