We got invited to the beach this weekend and although we have previously made plans about going to the city, we are seriously considering the beach!
Hubby's brother and his family are going to Stenton Beach for a nephew's martial arts training day which commences into a little potluck party and then a.....check this out....WEDDING CEREMONY of the sensei/teacher. And since family and friends of students are invited, that means we are without saying very welcome to be there!
I'm not sure if I'm ready for the beach. I didn't quite make it to my targeted swimwear body hahaha. I guess no one would really care. But I do care about the bathing suits I wear and I don't want to walk swim with heavy street clothes on!! I have a bunch of figure-flattering swimsuits in my wardrobe but hopefully they still fit.
I'm looking forward to this weekend.
But whether we end up at the beach or at the city, I'll be fine.
and then it sounded like a giant so parched all the water in the ocean is going down his throat in toilet-flushing noises.
That's how our sink behaved last weekend. And the funny part was, hubby, my all-around guy full-time husband, part-time gardener (oh sexy), occasional carpenter, weekend electrician...was I thought a useless plumber. But I was in awe when he found the problem. One of them. He found the reason why the hot water doesn't flow right and why itwas so slow.
The second problem though...Those strange noises that, who knows, go bump in the night, might require professional help. The funny thing was...a blogfriend referred Carollton Plumbing to me. I really would love to patronize the services, but lo and behold, they are in Texas.
And I'm in Northern California.
So if you're in Texas, by this post alone, you'll know who to call.
Meanwhile, I hope the gurgling noises stop. Or I might get another referral...from New York!
Hi! We just got home from our Anniversary Breakfast Dinner. I call it that because hubby and I, on our SIXTH year together by the way, were both craving for breakfast food on a friday night! And so we both decided to go to Oly's Waffle Shop, an old legend back in A-town where we used to live. I had Steak ham, hashbrowns, two eggs, wheat toast and coffee. Come to think of it, the meal was so much easier on the pocket too.
We decided to forego our usual fancy wining-dining celebration because we just feel that it's not practical to be splurging it all in one night during these austere times. He and I are both looking forward to a holiday anyway, which is actually a free trip to Hawaii courtesy of our time share guys. We still need to set the schedule. The only catch is, the free trip is on a weekday so we will definitely take more days off, and if we decide to stay until the weekend, we definitely need to shell out money. Still, we end saving so much for a holiday like that.
With that arrangement in the offing, chances are we will be able to afford another holiday this year or maybe next. Hubby has been talking about Cancun's nightlife and he has been suggesting that we consider it too. It is actually comparable to Hawaii, with an entirely different cultural experience. Those stunning beaches, the party places, the fresh Mexican seafood dishes by the beach front in Cancun.
My friend had a blast with his friends doing a bachelor party and they stayed at the Hyatt Regency Cancun. Well, there are also other options that we can consider especially on a budget like Cheap Cancun Hotels at the 5 star end of town.
Well, I am not picky. Spending our anniversary holiday anywhere is fine. Just pull me out from this fast-paced lifestyle, at least for a week to recoup.
Even staying at home...as long as there are no cardiac scheduling involved...is actually fine.
My co-worker asked for my assistance in writing a good recommendation letter for her daughter who's applying for a scholarship. By force of habit, I left some words in the draft that totally went off on a tangent: Sincerely yours, Monica M*** the greatest chef of all time. I had meant that as a compliment and as a gesture of appreciation for all the goodies (and calories) that she has so far shared to me. She caught it, said thanks, and went ahead to delete the line before printing out the final form.
Force of habit.
That is one of those lame pranks that I have always thought as cute. And I've done it since college, especially since I had a lot of opportunities with classmates and friends seeking for my help with Essay Writing. I usually put those unrelated surprises in the middle of sentences with the main purpose of wanting to find out afterwards if the person I helped had actually exerted some effort by reviewing or reading it again at least. After all, that's their project, that's their grade, that's supposed to be their learning, not mine. And then one day, the "I want to eat spaghetti" I had cleverly inserted in one of my friend's paragraphs -- I think that was her Custom Term Paper on "The Case Study of the Subconscious Mind of a Girl named Claire who likes to Write and is Suffering from a Strange Eating Disorder" *LOL* -- made it to the final draft, which the professor duly encircled and labeled with a big question mark, after which my classmate let out a loud snarl and shot me a surly stare that if stares could kill, I would have been maimed, dismembered and butchered into unidentifiable smithereens by then.
Though the joke is usually on them, that doesn't mean that I never tripped on my own foot. In my first job after college, I wrote a lot of business letters that my Type A (more like Tight "A") boss would ALWAYS peruse before sending out. One late night, I was slaving off on a presentation and some letters and I was stuck somewhere trying to findthe right words so instead, I wrote in the middle of one paragraph, "and yes, my boss owes me big time for this...a dinner of Kobe beef, an all-expenses paid trip to the Bahamas..yada yada". Unfortunately, I was too sleepy that I forgot to delete it before submitting it to HER. She spotted it the next morning and by the Grace of God just laughed it off -- because normally she would be interested in skinning me alive (Whew! Just another proof that miracles happen and that God loves me). But I had to waste some minutes cleaning up my letter and reprinting it, when I could have spent the extra time fluttering my eyelashes to a gay co-worker I used to have this ginormous and desperate/bordering helpless/definitely hopeless crush on.
And then there was the controversial three-letter word that starts with S and Ends with X, that I wrote in a Psychological Report rough draft for my co-trainee back in those days when I was a starving graduate student. Back then, I was hanging out with scholars who were exceptionally precocious especially during their toddlerhood (and I, who I believe have some degree of undiagnosed attention-deficit since birth, still have no clue how I managed to keep up with their blistering pace). She spotted it amidst a flood of psychological jargon, of course. Right away. So skilled and quick it was almost...uhm...Special.
Anyway, some of those who have fallen victims have decided to research and read and analyze and cull....then write their own pieces in the end. *I want to go bungee-jumping*. They also must have learned how to cope with the time pressure and the crazy academic time-table and then discover their own writing prowess, however disorganized. Good for them *and color my hair purple tomorrow* Some most likely have asked for other forms of Research Paper Help in extremely desperate times, but not from me. 
Purple.
Hubby and I need to buy a new jar of Psylium, our favorite way to colon cleanse. He's always been the avid proponent while I was the reluctant guinea pig. But reluctant no more! It didn't take long for me to realize and yes, reap, the benefits.
Just last night, as we were gorging ourselves with the ballgame snacks at the AT&T Park (Go, Giants!), we already couldn't wait to do at least one master cleansing again at least before our annual check. Why? Clam chowder, churros, garlic fries, Coke...and junk. We might as well have been chewing on the arm rest of our seats, or the recyclable trays that our food came with.
We need to cleanse our colons because it helps avoid diseases and illnesses brought about by toxins that we harbor in our stomachs.
So, typically, what is a colonic cleanse that we can pull off at home? Psylium that sweeps the dirt of our intestines, or master cleanse drink, we can start zipping our mouths to bad food.
I might need a permanent seal.
I think this is the purest show of dedication to one's mission.
He cracked me up, but WHY AM I NOW IN TEARS???
[click on the photo to find out]
I just saw my CLARISSE AFTER DARK website on the RANDOM list of Popular sites at the main page of Bravenet. There, hanging on to dear life on the last slot at the bottom. (I didn't want to refresh the page for fear of losing that once in a lifetime stint)
My jaw dropped.
Can I close my mouth now?
Either I bask in pride, or stop believing in Bravenet. *LOL* I'm not sure if this blogsite is popular at all. It's not even popular with me. And computer-generated stats don't lie!!! Or do they???
If it was my Coffee, anyone? site...or the new Wonder Wifey site...maybe. But this? Hahaha.
But I know it's Bravenet's subtle way of helping us promote our blogsites. After all, it's so hard to groom one up if you have very little time to spare...I should know!
Well, deserving or not, I'm sooooo grateful. And I hope this isn't the end of it.
I'm a late bloomer. I haven't read the Twilight series. (But I'm purposely delaying it for personal and spiritual reasons)
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And I haven't read Eat, Pray and Love.
I had the book for over a year now. I had it with me in the long plane ride going to PI last year. But my body decided to utilize the flight hours to fly to dreamland. The book made friends with every nook and cranny of our house before I finally got interested to pick it up again last night.
It's back in the magazine rack in my toilet (proud frontliner!). And I'm enjoying every sentence --and thought bubble?-- that Elizabeth Gilbert poured in there, whilst in the midst of intense...meditation. 
I'll tell you the details (of the book, dear) when I'm done. Maybe next year.
I read an average of one page a day, that's why. I always read more than 5 books at one time but don't be awed!!! Each book has an own assigned reading station so it takes a long time for me to finish them all. I have a waiting/waiting-room book, a falling-in-line book, a restroom book, bath tub book, watching TV book, going to sleep-bedside book.
Sometimes I mix them all up in my head too.
And that's the fun part.
...this one would have been sprawled on the floor, throwing a fit, growlin' bawlin' and screamin' like a possessed monster by now.
Sorry, blog, and as a peace offering, I'm posting...........
our NEW BUTTONS!!!
These are courtesy of Kaye, the very talented and witty young woman behind:
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We'll ride the BART train going there
We'll go to my favorite mall..Westfield! (where Bloomingdale's is -- I don't shop there, I just like the mall)
We'll eat at Sorabol. It's been a long time since I had Grilled Chicken and Korean Noodles.
I don't know what else we'll do.
What else do I like about the city?
Dressing up.
Coffee.
People-watching.
The hustle and bustle...
San Francisco.
Why do you think people leave their hearts there?
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