Sweepstakes for you and me

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My newest favorite thing to do when I'm bored/not busy is to enter sweepstakes. Never mind the piles of unironed clothes in the next room. And vacuuming can wait.

Here's what I've been entering recently. Feel free.

Prize: $5,000 shopping spree from Sears
http://www.hgtv.com/hgtv/design_star_2008/text/0,,HGTV_22056_68197,00.html

Prize: Xbox 360 and complete Rock Band package
http://www.mtv.com/sweepstakes/

Prize: $100 Exxon/Mobil Gift Card
http://www.tnt.tv/sweepstakes_alt.jsp?contentId=34798

Prizes: $5,000 shopping spree, 2009 Ford Mustang, see Coldplay in London
http://www.mylifetime.com/fun-games/sweeps

Prize: See the Project Runway finale in NY City
http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/5/flyaway_sweepstakes/index.php

What I do is uncheck all the newsletters to avoid getting junk mail. There were two other sweepstakes I entered today for a Wii and a plasma TV, but I will share those later because the info's at work.

Good luck to us!

Cable girl

I really, really want to get cable for my apartment. It feels as if I'm at my breaking point of calling the cable company and demanding they send over a technician because I NEED CABLE NOW, DAMN IT, PLEASE MISTER! I haven't had cable for six months, you see. And when I go the gym, I leave even more tempted because I get to see SO MANY SHOWS as I sweat my balls off. (I just reread this paragraph, and it sounds kinky, huh? But seriously, it's really about cable--television.)

But then rationale snaps back at me declaring that if I did get cable, I wouldn't leave the house, and I'd use up all my sick leave playing hooky from work to take in all the wonderful shows meant for Americans like me. Plus I'd be stuffing my face with oh-so-yummy snacks.

WTF? Even that paragraph sounds nasty.

I'm ending this post here and grabbing my book. Kay-thanks-bye.

Shoulda used some sunblock

I'm oddly more tired from the layover at the airport rather than babysitting a two and seven year old for one week. Or could it be that all the energy-depleting-kid-activities have finally caught up with me? Allow me to think I have the stamina for keeping up with two kids please. I slept practically the entire day today only to stumble to the kitchen for hydration and to the bathroom for dehydration.

I miss my family terribly already. I even almost cried while lining up to check in my bags. (Tangent: I had to rid one bottle of King Car Iced Tea because my luggage was over the 50 pound limit. Of course I drank as much of it as I could before tossing it because I am not a fool.)

I wish I had a time machine. Because look.

Why it's all worth it

Here's Khayleb beating me in War, but I don't care because his giggles are so worth it.



Thanks, Bobski; I love you so much! Happy 7th Birthday too! Pool par-tay!

Weekend in pics

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

THESE KIDS ARE A HANDFUL.

I'VE CHANGED ABOUT 4856028494 DIAPERS, ANSWERED TO "AUNTIE BOO" 573074180 TIMES, AND SWEAT A BAJILLION JUGS FROM BEING OUTSIDE.

I BETTER'VE LOST WEIGHT IS ALL I'M SAYING.

Friday in pics

What a wonderful day today.

Girls' Lunch Out: My mom, sisters Zina and Carla, and niece Emma went out for sushi. The sushi I speak of comes close to that of Rotary Sushi on Guam. You know the lanya gachong sauce I'm talking about.


Bike-riding with the kids: This is Khayleb trying to convince me that we should take the tiny "lizard eggs" we saw in this spot back home with us. And Emma is echoing his arguments in her language. Nice try, bubs.


The Ice Cream Truck is a Fascinating Thing: Khayleb had the bubble gum snow cone, and Emma had the Dora ice cream popsicle. Yes, let's sit on the sidewalk to show the neighbors how we eat icey treats before dinner.


Bye for now, Auntie Carla: Team Crazy will miss you.

Thursday in pics

My sister Carla and nephew Khayleb. Fresh, clean, dry, excited--moments before we entered Universal Studios.


We started off at the Dr. Seuss section and quickly moved on to "big boy" rides for Khayleb.


Khayleb and I rode this motherf*cker--something called Dudley Do-Right something-something Falls. I was secretly hoping he'd chicken out as we approached the front of the line, but the dude went through with it. Soaked were we.


Khayleb, where are you? Auntie Carla, where are you?


Sidewalk Jamz.


Good lord, I'm in desperate need of a shower (and maybe a comb and some make-up) at this point. F.U. Rain and Dudley Do-Right.


Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice! And Frankenstein!


We returned home to Bubbly Emma--of course with a Dora toy because we didn't take the babygirl to Universal with us. I promise to break the law for you one day, Emms.


Exhausted. Bedtime. I'm so proud of Khayleb because he wasn't fearful of the scarier rides. Which kid shall I force to rub my feet?


See Emma PRETENDING to sleep?

Getting ready

I leave my apartment in about 20 minutes to head to the airport. When I leave my belongings for an extended period of time, I make sure I've:

-eaten/thrown out all perishable foods from my fridge
-unplugged all appliances
-turned off the a/c
-hid my jewelry and laptop
-folded my blanket

I think that's all. I have my passport, I shaved, I've got a good panty on, and I'm ready to go now. See you in Florida later today.

Temporarily bruised

When I read my post from yesterday, its incoherence bothers me. So allow me to move it down a few notches by sharing how I feel right at this moment; it'll make me feel better when I look at my blog, plus I am feeling a little poetic right now.

My heart skipped a beat this morning,
Alive with giddiness throughout the day.
Forward twelve hours; my heart bruises.
The inbox can be so very hurtful
Without meaning to.
Life goes on, and
I know that my bruises heal.

Another birthday, another day

Thank you to my birthday wishers.

Dad
Mom
Zina
Tyrone
Carla
Candy
Zack
Roxanne
Khayleb
Emma
Marsha
Dulce
Josie
Jesse
Hank
Sonia A.

Today was simply another day for me. I went to work, to the gym, and then home where I had myself a turkey pastrami sandwich and a fresh papaya. And washed it down with cold water--ooooh, I love my water.

I wired my brain to celebrate my birthday on July 15th because that is the day I visit the familia again in Florida. My visit will be a little over a week and doubly special because my two favorite little Filipinos will be there. Damn it, I miss these Pinoys.



Frick, I'm super-excited! Mom, Gin, and Car, you DON'T need to cook for me. Just join me in cannon-balling into the pool! That would totally freak out the kiddies, and I would die laughing.

Writing sucks now

So I have to write a self-assessment for work. Tedious, but it must be done. It's time for many in the federal government to summon persuasive writing skills to prove that he/she is deserving of a pay raise. Gone are the good ol' days of seniority and automatic pay increases--now you must prove how you've contributed to the mission. Bleh.

Part of me just wants to take a picture of the library and say, "Here, this is what I've done." Shouldn't that speak volumes? (Pun intended.)

Part of me just wants to print a shiny report listing the entire collection of the library with a super-neon post-it smacked on top reading "Bam! The system's cleaned up now!" with a little hand-drawn gang sign or something.

Part of me just wants to forward copies of all the emails asking me to write reports, justify budgets, and develop plans--all done before the deadline.

Part of me just wants to spew out the increase in circulation stats.

Part of me wants to have all of the customers write a note stating how much the library has helped them, and WTF would they do without us?!

Sigh. Writing blows.

Writing works

I sent an email recently to guampdn.com stating that the pop-up ad that appears when I open their page annoys me to NO END. I "threatened" I'd use kuam.com for Guam news if they didn't remove the annoying ad.

They must've listened. Because now--NO POP-UP!

I'd like to think it was me, but who knows.

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I had an awful experience with Chili's customer service a couple of weeks ago. So awful that I wrote to them expressing my utter dissatisfaction.

To win back my patronage, they sent me a $15 gift certificate.

Which I then used to devour their Cajun Ribeye.

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What's been working in your favor lately?