Eat junk food all day and have three slices of pizza (and from Pizza Hut, nonetheless). That stuff will kill you while you're running.
Oh, and I'm finding that as I get closer to 30 years old, my knees are catching up to me with all the years of abuse I've been giving it. Mind you, it would prolly be much better if it didn't have to support so much upper-body weight. Okay, fine, and mid- and lower-body weight.
I have to lose weight again. Should I have a goal of dropping 5 lbs. by my birthday?
(screw that. I think I'm just going to give up and gain 5+ lbs. It's all downhill from now. Not that I'm being dramatic or anything)
Good times today...met with Arfeli for our semi-regular (at least for Argay and I) Taiwanese junkfood gorging at Bubble Republik, followed by dinner and games with Kirly and Miknifer. Ate way too much, but it's the holiday season so it's okay, right? (wait, what? Well I'm sure there's some holiday out there).
Somewhere in-between there I also went to one of my neighbour's open houses with Arfeli, pretending they were interested in buying the place. I think our house is much better, but of course I'm being biased
So it was Conan O'Brien's last show for The Tonight Show today. I've always been a Conan fan...his humour is my kind of humour (not Sharon's kind of humour, of course).
He actually said something that I found great: "I hate cynicism — for the record it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen" (I realized this long ago, I just forget sometimes)
It'll get old really soon, but in the meantime I'm gonna enjoy it
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Never had one of these in a long time: a burn. Went to the in-laws to fix some stuff around their house, and my MIL asked me to change the oven light. I didn't realize that it was on previously, and when I put my thumb on it, I felt that not-so-familiar pain. Hope it doesn't blister too much
So a few weeks ago, the contents of my green bin exploded in the container and froze. It had been frozen in there with no way out. It started to thaw and when I was taking out the trash today, I figured I should clean it out.
Let me tell you something: weeks-old green bin contents makes for quite the sights and smells. As the title of my post indicates, it was what I imagine to be barfrrhea.
And now, I am going to make some catfish for dinner. Or, as Kiri calls it, "ewwww...the fish that eats all the poo of the other fish." Yum
So I pretty much hibernated this weekend and stayed in (with the exception of looking at some appliances briefly yesterday). Today? I didn't even change out of my pajamas...lol
And therein lies a problem: these relaxing weekends aren't good for my health. Why so? Because I find that staying inside and couch-potatoing (about 7 episodes of CSI:NY alone today) leads to me just eating junk food. That trip to Bulk Barn the other day is going to do me in. Not to mention all the slouching and making a butt-crease in the couch, it leads to a lazy-time all around.
Must get motivated again and be more productive (especially with a lot of studying I have to do for some things coming up).
We're onto CSI:NY. I think we have watched 5 episodes, and more to come. Just like last year, it makes me want to go to NY again...something about that city makes me know what Alicia Keys is singing about.
Also went to Caplan's Appliances to look at appliances. Decisions to come fairly soon, I think. Sure we may not have money for food, but the equipment to make them will be fancy!
So the kitchen reno has officially started. Well, in the sense that I bought the first item for it: a fancy-schmancy faucet.
Here's my rationalizing (don't I do that with everything?) product description, as best told as possible in an info-mercial kind of way:
The Delta Pilar Kitchen Faucet is the latest innovation from Delta Faucets, a reliable yet somewhat economical company. What makes it so innovative?
Well, have you ever done any food prep where your hands became really dirty (let's say, working with raw meats)? You have to wash them, but oh-oh, you have to touch the faucet handle! You don't want to contaminate that sucker. I mean, sure, you can just clean and sanitize it afterwards, but why do that when you can avoid it? How, you say? Well, what if there was a product out there where you just have to touch any part of the faucet with your clean forearm and it turns on, to the water temperature you had set beforehand?
Wouldn't you want to get it?
Well, we did!
Faucet will make skin whiter and will make cookies. I think
That's right, this kitchen of ours is going to be, using one of my favourite terms, "Bourgeos". We're moving on up, baby!
Lest you think I all of a sudden didn't become cheap (let's face it, I am. There's a reason my house is so cold you could see your breath while talking during the winter), here's the story of how I gots it (in bullet form):
-Home Depot, $399.99
-Home Depot matches and beats by 10% = $286.56
-result? Okay, fine, WE STILL HAVE A FRIKIN' EXPENSIVE-ASS FAUCET
But it's fancy! And I already rationalized it. I sort of dread to think about how much we're gonna spend for the sink and countertops. Considering how upper-crust my tastes are getting...Sharon, my love? You better start making more monies, your trophy wife is going shoppin'!
When you spend way too much just to get to the minimum amount needed on the coupon to save money.
Case in point: Sharon had these Bulk Barn coupons where if you spend at least $12, you get $4 off. Since she had two coupons and we were in "dire need" of snacks, we decided to make separate purchases. So even with the coupons, we ended up spending $27. On snacks. That is just going to make us fatter. Which we don't want.
So my ever-amusing parents are funny to me (I covered this before). I called them up earlier today to let them know about my niece. My Mom wasn't home at the time, but my Dad was. I told him, and he said that he would tell my Mom when she got home.
So my Mom just called, and this is how our conversation went:
(Mom): "Soooooo...what's the good news?!?"
(Me): "Well I don't know if it's good news for [my cousin], but she's going to be a Lola"
"Wow! I'm so happy!"
"That's so good!"
"Mom, it's not Sharon"
"I'm so happy!"
"MOM, it's NOT Sharon"
"What? Who then?"
"It's [my niece]"
(even funnier when you consider it's an old Filipino woman saying that unexpectedly in a serious tone a split-second after a happy tone)
"Ummm, I think Dad tricked you"
"Yeah, your Dad tricked me. He told me that Jason and Sharon had good news about pregnancy" (you wonder where I get my tricked-you!-sense of humour?)
Anywho, so my Mom went on to say, "I knew it! When I saw her two weeks ago, I knew something was different"
"No, I knew it! I just didn't say anything!" (and you wonder where I get my I-already-knew-that-so-you-didn't-really-surprise-me-even-though-I-might really-be-surprised thing that I do?)
"Okay, so are you sure you guys are not pregnant?"
So I just found out that my 18 year old niece, the same one I brought with me to the "Take Your Kids To Work Day" a few years ago, the same one whose debut I emceed, the one that I've known since she was a baby herself, is having her own baby.
What the bloodclot!
How did I find out about it? How else? She put up an ultrasound image on her FB profile.
To be selfish: I can't believe she beat us! (lol)
But really, here's some things that make it especially interesting (at least to me):
-my cousin is 40 years old. Her husband (my niece's step-father) is 37. And they are going to be grandparents!
-I told my cousin a few months ago, as a joke, "I bet you you're going to be a Lola soon, as what you did to your Mom she's going to do to you". Sure enough...
-my niece having a baby? Her youngest sister? She's 1 years old
So I always got by on 5-6 hrs. of sleep. I think secretly I've had this plan to sleep a little bit more (secret to me, even, because I was unaware).
Last night I went to bed early. This morning? Woke up at 4am. Prolly because I already slept my allotted 6 hrs of sleep.
The worst part? My tossing and turning woke up wifey, who as a result is prolly gonna be cranky and tired today. Since it's easier to just blame someone else, I sort of wish that she was a more heavier sleeper. Because, you know, it's not as a result of my fidgeting in bed or anything. Sorry Bubba!
So stuffing has always been a holiday treat for me. But since I bought the Stove Top box? It's a holiday anytime I want!
Like last night, for example. I had Stove Top Stuffing. And stuffing it was. I felt quite bloated with my excess intake of carbs. But that stuff is like crack!
Also had the final game of soccer for the season (career?). Playoffs, winner goes on to finals. We were up by one with seconds to go. What happens? Of course they score the equalizer, and of course they win in the shoot-out. Is it bad I was secretly happy because I didn't want to play another game? (really, really hope none of my teammates reads this thing...lol)
So after a highly unproductive day (mostly interneting and tving), I went to go play basketball with Con and his friends. Thanks to a better pair of orthotics (still gave me a big toe blister, though), I wasn't too bad. Feels good to run and jump and not kill my ankle.
Although I was unaware that my soccer team was in the playoffs and I still have a game to play on Monday. Let's see how my ankle is after that
So we spent some time at Xavier's this evening with the entire family (can't believe he's already 2 months old!). Had some great QT with the boy and some good Chinese food courtesy of the grandparents.
They also have a baby product that I figure when we have one is an absolute essential: that Baby Bjorn or Snuggli thing. It's awesome! It gives you two free hands and best of all, it gives you a chance to dance with the baby
Not so much for 2010 so far. wtf am I still doing in the office past 6pm for the past three days? Oh, right, doing work that could have been assigned to me weeks ago but instead was assigned to me a few days ago and due tomorrow. You know, it really, really doesn't help that I dick around too much during the day.
So I'm about to make Sharon happy: I'm getting rid of these socks I've had for 16 years.
Background on the socks: my cousin Dennis, the first male I've known who was really into fashion, always gave my brothers and I his old clothing (as he liked to always change his wardrobe every season). He gave me these thick turquoise socks, that were prolly in style back in the '80s. The first time I wore them, it was warm, soft, and made my feet sweat.
So I started wearing them during the winters (indoors only) to keep my feet warm; almost like a pair of fuzzy slippers.
Fast forward 16 years later, and after countless washes, the socks have started disintegrating and have developed holes on the soles. Cue dramatic lines: I think it's time I say goodbye to them. It's time. I better move on.
So why would it make Sharon happy? Because for one reason or another, she doesn't appreciate the clothing I have that she considers "ratty-tatty".
These socks are one thing, but what would make her truly ecstatic? If I got rid of my 18 year old jogging pants-turned-sleeping shorts (complete with sewn on patches). Might I add that they are perhaps the most comfortable article of clothing I have? Something that survives well over 100 washes must be good (oh, and the fact it bothers her prolly factors into the reason I keep them...lol)
So we went to Chunky Chunky Cholee's 1st Birthday party last night. Always fun times, especially with Xavier in the mix now, looking all handsome and cute in his outfit. I swear, starting now I'll stop eating like a fat bastard (new year, same complaints from me. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm quite obsessed with this).
We also met up with BeeJ afterwards cause he's going back to the West Coast today. I'm feeling quite honoured that he asked me to be his Best Man at his wedding. We've come a long way from him hating me and thinking I'm full of shhhhh. All it took was 15 years! Time to get the speech ready (if I do have to say one; it not, I'll still say one even if no one is listening)