Friday’s Feast 191:

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 276:

1. Track :: race…
2. Snake :: …in the grass
3. Assignment :: mission
4. Blockbuster :: movies!
5. Bombastic :: Have you ever heard anyone so arrogant they BOOM instead of speak?
6. Adventure :: …of the day.
7. First time :: first love
8. Aged :: wine. Mm.
9. Grip :: motorcycle handles
10. Shortcut :: desktop

My Prince has been busy with work, so I didn’t get to see him this week. That’s all. End of story.

It’s so nice to be doing memes again. Now that my weekends are free, I’ll doing this regularly–if only once a week.

It was so nice spending yesterday with My Prince. We hung out for a while at a coffee shop (mm–white mocha!) and then walked (in the rain) for about 45 min (hey, rain exhilarates me). to the movie theather where we watched The Forbidden Kingdom. It was awesome!!! I want it when it comes out on DVD. The Prince liked it, too. Then, since we needed to kill some time, we waited to watch Iron Man. That was when we met C4 and her man coming out from just seeing–guess…–Iron Man! My Prince had wanted to see that one, as well, so they convinced me it was worth watching. After buying tickets, we were taken out for a quick lunch by C4 and her man and then dropped back off at the theater. Iron Man wasn’t as bad as I had expected. (I’m terribly suspicious of movies that get lots of hype in the media).

Following the movie, we went over to my Sisters of the Grand Cauldron of Mischief. Yay! They finally met my Prince! And they got along SO well! Actually, it kind of scares me how well they got along. They actually teamed up to tease me at one point. Don’t those girls realize I know where they sleep?

Well, that’s all for now. Enjoy the memes below. I’m going to eat some of that deliciousness my Prince cooked for me.  

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 275:

1. State :: Kentucky–I did a report on it once.
2. Lively :: me with coffee
3. Valet :: I could use one–no, on second thought, just give me a chauffeur. 
4. Traction :: non-skid shoes
5. Official :: …duties
6. Red hot :: …Mama
7. Powder :: powered sugar–mmm.
8. Replies :: "Sarcasm? Who me?" she replies.
9. Flagrant :: The audacity!
10. Tweet :: I once had a teacher with that name.

1. what is your favorite time of the day? Anytime I am with my Prince.
2. who is your hero? My Prince comes the closest.
3. what is your favorite television program? NCIS.
4. do you have a hobby? Writing or reading, mostly. All I have time for anymore.
5. how long have you been blogging? Off and on for a few years.
6. what is your dream job? Don’t really have one. If I could live off the novels I write, that would be ideal.
7. what is your favorite place to buy clothes? Wherever they’re not outrageously priced.
8. do you have any bad habits? I pick at my nails and often leave my clothes laying around.
9. do you feel younger or older than your current age? Younger.
10. what is your dream vacation? Wherever my Prince would take me (he is well-traveled and has excellent taste).

Yesterday put my current position into perspective. Let me review since I’ve been away so long. I have been working in a different position lately. Let’s call this new position "Go-go Girl." So, as Go Go Girl, I have a specified set of duties. That’s cool. What irks me is that anytime someone needs something, they call me and I’m just supposed drop what I’m doing. Not easy when I have pickle juice covered gloves on. And I have a hard time going back to what I was doing. (*grr* What the dickens was I doing?!)

I’ve gotten a lot better at being the Go Go Girl, thanks to previous Go Go Girls who have taught me their tricks of the trade. Yesterday, however, I get to work and am told I am going to work in the old position (of which I was "Queen"). It threw me for a loop. I didn’t realize how accustomed I was to the fast-paced-never-stop-til-you’re-done rhythm of being a "Go Go Girl." In my old position, I’m dealing with customers, waiting (and waiting…and waiting…) on them to decide what they want to order, to find their money (or discover "oops!" they don’t have their money!), and (s…l…o…w…l…y…) count their money. Y…i…p…p…e…e…!

So, I came to work today thinking, "Wow. Being Go Go Girl isn’t all that bad!" *cough* Yeah, if only I’d thought that on a day that wasn’t a Friday. The idea might have lasted a little longer than a few hours. Gah! *Pulls out hair* This is so stressful! Today was especially bad because we were running low on product. And because I was not "Go Go Girl" yesterday, the state that my product was left in was less than ideal. Grr.

Oh, that’s not the best part. If I wasn’t before, this week has definitely earned me the honorary title of "Messiest Worker of the Decade." Every single day this week, I have exploded bags of onions–on Wednesday, the onions went down my shirt. That was nice–all my co-workers making such comments: "Do you smell onions?" "Is that a new cologne?" "Wow. Need some deodorant?" Yeah…nice. I’m not going into the messes I made with the various sauces. *shudder*

It sounds a lot funnier here, but as I’m usually rushed and harried, I’m afraid my sense of humor often fails me. Looking back really helps. Hey, I could be the modern Louisa May Alcott with stories like these.

The food fight at my Sisters’, for example. Pieces of bread hard enough to feel like shrapnel were hurled across the table. Some of them (I can’t imagine who threw them) dinging one of the boys on the forehead and again down his shirt. Then, one of those square take-out boxes from an Asian restaurant bounced off my head. In retaliation, My Evil Twin tossed the liquid contents of her glass in her brother’s face. Her brother then tried a few times to splash me without his sister knowing. I ended his attempts by imperiously and indignantly informing him that I was wearing a white shirt and how dare he be so perverted as to try and get me wet (I’m close enough with them that hurling insults back and forth is a sign of affection). My words caused a burst of laughter at which my brother-from-another-mother shrank back to glare at me in the frustrated silence of failure.

Ah yes, good times. I love my *other* family.

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 268:

1. Money :: Follow the money, honey.
2. Unhappy :: Me right now.
3. Joking :: I was only…
4. Chipmunk :: Chip and Dale
5. Date :: blind
6. Slideshow :: make your own!
7. Chicago :: musical
8. Lifetime :: …of learning
9. Skid row :: sore knees
10. Edward :: …Cullen. The hottest vampire ever!

randomness…feed your mind and your blog

This week marks the 100th post of ‘randomness’

Here’s this weeks questions, and have a Happy Easter everybody.

A set of random questions:

1. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? Vanilla, baby.

2. What shampoo do you use? My favorite is Vanilla Mint Tea.

3. How do you like your eggs? Scrambled and spicy (like how my Prince makes them!)

4. What’s the first thing you do when you get online? Check my email, usually.

5. What is your favorite tv show? NCIS and then House.

6. Which do you prefer, the sunrise or the sunset? Sunset.

7. When is the last time you went to the mall? Last month.

8. What was the last food that you ate? Creme tuna over rice.

9. What is your favorite animal? Tiger or cougar.

10. Do you collect anything? Critters, stuffed animals, and classic books.

The Prince is fitting into my family quite well. Yesterday, he came over and cooked for us. Spicy chicken, spicy rice, spicy cabbage soup. Mmm. He’s the best cook ever! Anyway, he and I don’t like the skins on the chicken, so Imah (who loves them) took them off and cooked them separately. Later, my Prince went into the kitchen to check on his food. He called to Imah: "Your skin is ready!" and then burst out laughing because "it sounds funny." Yes, it did. Imagine walking in and hearing that–out of context. LOL!

Yes, he’s fitting right in.  

Friday’s Feast 182:

Friday Fun: Flu Edition

1. What kind of patient are you? The demanding never happy kind, the leave me the h*ll alone kind, or the grateful kind? Or some combination of them?! I’m mostly the "leave me the h*ll alone" kind.
2. Are you a good nurse, or do sick people make you want to run for it? I usually want to run for it. Maybe I’m a bit of a germ-a-phobe.
3. What is your favorite remedy for the flu? Sleep.

Friday 5: What’s it like?

1. What is your keyring like? Crowded. Busy. Ecclectic.
2. What is your purse/bag/briefcase like? Cute and classy.
   
3. What is your wallet like? Pink and Princess-y. It says: VIP. Very Important Princess.
   
4. What is your mousepad like? Don’t have one.
5. What are the curtains in your bedroom like? Sheer and pink.

Five on Friday: Top of Mind

What is the first thing that comes to mind when you read each of these words and why?

1. ice: Ice, ice, baby…
2. primary: colors
3. dirty: laundry
4. green: mean
5. fly: The Fly

Friday Fill-in #62: 

1. Ahhhh, it’s so nice when my Prince is here.
2. One of my favorite things on my desk or bureau is my crown necklace.

3. Japanese Cherry Blossom: Sakura.
4. My bed is my favorite place to sit and read.
5. My Prince and his cooking are delicious!
6. I love to watch martial arts in movies.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to seeing my Prince, tomorrow my plans include texting him all day, and Sunday, I want to spend all my time with him instead of working.

I have neglected my blog. I apologize. Mostly to my Prince who seems to enjoy reading this and also to Her Majesty (who would sneak up on me from the shadows one night like the ninja she is and slit my throat if I didn’t acknowledge her *wink*).

So, the big question of the day (no, wait…of the YEAR) is: Who is this "Prince" you speak of? I don’t know how comfortable he is with me blogging about him, so I’m hesitant about what to say. That he’s perfect for me? Those who know me best might be frightened by this. To them I say…Be afraid. Be very afraid. He is my Prince, my Knight in Shining Armor, my genius, the part of my soul I always felt I was missing. It’s like I always knew he was out there, I was just afraid somehow we’d never meet. Or maybe we’d meet but not connect.

I call him Yochi. We’ve been emailing each other for months. A friend from synogogue gave me his email address and suggested I give encouragement to a soldier in Iraq. I remember feeling…not so positive about it. Yes, I support the troops, but I don’t want to email some strange guy! It wasn’t until Imah started emailing him and I learned about who he was that I got the nerve to email him (by that time, I was thinking: Wow. This guy must be a genius! How do I email him without making myself sound stupid? I really stressed on that for awhile). I decided to just be myself and described my interests and whatnot. Since then, whenever we discuss books or music, I feel compelled to try everything he suggests. Hey, he has excellent taste. I’m a diehard fan of Sarah Brightman’s music because of him–I especially enjoy singing to her music. I forgot how much I love singing soprano. Wow. 

Everything about him is WOW. There was one point I thought to myself how perfectly he fit into my standards for My Man (which are so strict I never thought anyone could fit). I thought to myself: Well, he doesn’t have glasses, but that’s a mere outward appearance that I can do without. Turns out, HE WEARS GLASSES! I found it hilarious! So when I say he fits perfectly what I wanted in a man, I MEAN IT!!

Anyway, we finally met for the first time Wednesday. Imah picked me up from work (I couldn’t take the ferry that day) so we could go to our Jewish studies class. Guess who was in the van? Good thing I happened to be in an extremely good mood that day. But WOW! What a shock! My hair! My stupid floppy, messed up bangs! I so wanted to meet him wearing my hair the way I prefer it (which is also the way he prefers it). Oh well, he liked my hair…and my nails and my (pink) sweater…

I’m afraid I didn’t pay complete attention in class. It was a little distracting having the Prince of my dreams sitting right next to me in all his genius glory…and Imah on the other side of me. After class, I hated having to give him up so soon. When Imah suggested we three check out a local bookstore, I pounced on the idea and insisted we go. That gave me an extra hour or two. Not enough…but, hey…there’s Friday.

He’s coming over tomorrow evening to do some experimental cooking. Ah, these bland American dishes! he bemoaned to me. I can’t wait to taste his delicasies! Mmm.

I’m planning to take him to Seattle soon and show him the sights. Anytime our schedules allow, I plan to spend with my Prince.

So forgive me if I continue to neglect this blog. I’ll try to keep it up. I miss it. I just miss my Prince more.  

My friends are so sweet. My Evil Twin and the Evil Stalker (my dear Dark Side sisters) came over last night to give me present. It was so wonderful to see them. I was shocked when they pulled a giant gold box out of the trunk of the car and unloaded it on me. Somehow, I mananged to get inside and into my room to open it. And there it was…

Nice, huh? I seem to remember having my eye on this. Maybe I was shopping with the girls, saw it, got excited, and they remembered. I don’t know. I’m lucky to get it. Apparently, it was the last one left. I mean, the last one. It was the one on display. There wasn’t even a box for it. They wrapped it very carefully with plastic bags and such only to have Micky (My Evil Twin) close the trunk on it and crush the glass from one of the doors. Their own hearts crushed, they were nevertheless daunted. With the ingenuity that runs in their blood (and I mean that), they cut a new piece of glass as a replacement. You might notice the difference of the two panes in the first picture. The original has a milky flower pattern.

I love the effect. It looks like a true antique. It even has a little handle missing on one of the doors (which the girls said I could replace with an odd earring). It truly is special. One of a kind. Not another like it. Anywhere. *grin*

I just need to find a place for it. While I’m at it, I may as well show off my room in it’s state of near perfection.

Here’s a view of the preliminary chaos.

And the results…

Ah, yes, 2007 was a great year. It’s not really my new year, but Happy Gregorian New Year to you all, anyway! 

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 256:

1. Memorable :: experiences
2. Resolution :: New Year’s
3. Goal :: publication…
4. 2008 :: the future
5. Sensational :: stories
6. Popular demand :: music
7. Old :: classic
8. Music :: life
9. Intense :: emotion
10. 2007 :: lucky 7?

randomness…feed your mind and your blog

week of Dec 30: Happy New Year! This is the last post for 2007!

1. What is your new year’s resolution? I don’t make any. I just want to see my Yochi!

2. How do you celebrate new years eve? Sometimes, I stay up and watch the fireworks. I rarely go out.

Random word association New Year’s style: I say…you think…

1. champagne: buzz
2. kiss: midnight (none for me)
3. midnight: the first moment of the New Year
4. party: costume
5. dress: shiny
6. new york city: Big Apple
7. confetti: cake
8. sparkly: sparklers
9. resolutions: are for any time of year
10. beginnings: when you say "go"

Next, name your top 5 moments of 2007:

1. The move to my current realm: Dance Haven!
2. Her Majesty’s wedding
3. Getting a secondary job
4. 21st B-day
5. (last but certainly not least) Yochanan. Yochanan! YOCHANAN!!

till next year…Have a Healthy & Happy New Year! (I won’t mention *wink* that it isn’t my new year. The Gregorian new year is fun, too.)