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What a crazy last two weeks! Christmas eve, Christmas, my birthday, New Years Eve, and so on! Time to take down all the Christmas stuff, or I’ll be stuck with febulights! Happy New Year to all! I must be allergic to 2009 because my face broke out in hives for hours. Pretty sight, huh?
Anyway, a week ago I turned 29. Just one more year left before I turn the big 3-oh. 3-0. Thirty. Three oh. Three Zero. Okay, I’ll say it already, damn it!! 30 years old! This is really incomprehensible to me, because I have no idea how all these years flew by so fast. It feels like just yesterday I was rocking it in Vegas for my 21st birthday. I know there’s a such thing as time, no shit, but…WHAT THE…?? Whoosh. It’s as if I’ll be 50 tomorrow just like that. In fact, just the other day I asked my man where the VCR remote control was. He looked at me and said, “VCR? Whaddya mean? There’s no VCR here.” DUH. I meant the DVD remote. Talk about a major 80’s flashback.
Out of curiosity and fun, I sent out survey to my family and friends, generated through Gmail documents, asking what someone should do before they turn the big 30. A lot of people replied, and I had such a hoot reading everyone’s comments. Some were funny, some were serious, and some suggestions would land me in jail. Some, I won’t even comment on here, because it’s whoa, too personal.
Skydiving was the most popular answer and rightfully so.
“Skydiving, duh.”
“Go skydiving!!!!!”
“Sky diving, I’m dead serious.”
“You. Must. Go. Skydiving.”
“Go skydiving, it’s the biggest rush ever!”
And so on…
I’m proud to say I’ve already skydived when I was about 21 or 22 years old, in the Monterey area of California.
My experience: At first, I wasn’t scared. I thought to myself, no big deal, I’m a daredevil. We raced to the sky in a tiny plane. Once the plane door opened, a gust of cold air engulfed us. My legs started to shake, because of the realization I’d be jumping out of the plane, possibly smashing every piece of my body. My former boyfriend encouraged me, saying it was okay, just do it. So, I gave myself a pep talk: I can do this, I can do this! Before I knew it, the professional dude on my back just threw us out of the plane. WHOA, the air was freezing! I could not breathe (didn’t know I had mild asthma at the time)!
Aside from the cold air and having difficulty breathing, the free falling experience was unbelievably amazing using all senses! Feeling the gravity pull me, the smell of the fresh air, hearing wind sounds as you’re falling, and seeing everything below you. No longer did I feel any fear, how could I when it was just so amazing? I could see the horizon at a 360 degrees angle. I could see the pacific ocean that stretched all the way to the end of the horizon, a huge span of land towards the east, and patches of land below me. Breathtaking! The air got warmer and warmer as gravity pulled me closer to Earth. Then, I started to get a little nervous that the guy behind me might forget to pull the parachute. Once he pulled it, we stopped free falling and I just took in the entire beauty until I landed on my feet. Actually, knees! It’s not easy landing on just your feet!
All in all, skydiving was a great popular answer for the survey. Definitely something someone should consider doing in their lifetime ANYTIME, be it 60 years old or 22.
The second most common answer was scuba diving. Hmm. I’ve snorkeled, but that’s nothing like scuba diving that’s for sure. I ought to try it this summer!
Other selected answers:
“Run a marathon.” Ahh, what? You’re talking to a lazy bum. I should though, and have wanted to!
“Watch 29 movies in a row without going to sleep.” HA HA HA. If anyone knows me well, I zonk pretty well after a while.
“Do a porn film.” Ahem, what?
“Run up 29 flights of stairs.” Done that and more!
“Throw shoes at President Bush.” Right, and get myself on the death chair? No thanks!
“Bite a habanero.” Done that, it was in chili.
“Eat the best Tamale in the world from the Tamale lady in San Francisco.” Oh man, I’ll never forget my shock seeing that lady walk into the bar in San Francisco selling tamales out of a trash bag. And all of you, my dear friends, were telling me its delicious!! I know none of you died, so maybe I’ll try it next time?! If there’s ever a next time. Is that lady even still coming around selling tamales?
“Drive a fast car such as a Ferrari or Porsche.” Does a mustang with a 5.0 engine count? Oh those were the days, California freeway racing!
“Make sure you have life insurance, annuities, real estate and 401k!” Yes to all!
“Travel to a country you’ve always wanted to visit.” Done that! Although I have more on my list.
Internet, I’m sorry but the rest of the survey answers are top secret.
Again, Happy New Year! May 2009 bring you all great happiness.
Like I’ve mentioned before, StumbleUpon is awesome when you want to just surf the entire damn web. The electricians are here working away and I got nothing else to do. (Except for when they give me a cool education on particular electricity issues!! Really fascinating, beats my desk job!) I searched for “Christmas” websites and got a lot of cool sites. Here are my favorites. I’m sure no one has time to check out all my links, due to the Holiday break. But if the off chance you get bored or it’s slow at work, check out these link treats.
Letters to Santa from Kids. My favorite? “….. I WAS WAITING FOREVER IN LINE TO TELL YOU WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS. SO I REALLY LIKE THAT I CAN EMAIL YOU RIGHT AWAY WITHOUT LINING UP.”
Launch this, and pull. Each pull donates to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
A twist with Christmas lights! Instead of Christmas trees, these lights are on humans, pets, and etc. This was so cool that Jeff & I proceeded to do a fun photo shoot last night. Here’s a shot Jeff took!
Boozy Christmas trees! Too cool looking to just take a drink off the tree and start drinking. Or would you anyway?
Non-alcoholic Christmas trees. Creative! My favorite is the wine cork tree. I have tons of wine corks, I oughta make one of those!! Creative! I also like the bookshelf idea, and I know another friend of mine would like that! *Waves at QueenAlpo* Check out this cork tree. Why didn’t I think of this? I have tons of corks! Well duh, because I’m not artsy with non-technical stuff.
A fireplace, on your computer! This fireplace is actually really hypnotizing. Click the volume icon to pick out different Christmas songs.
Buy your condoms ahead of time! Mating season at it’s peak!
Take the “Are you naughty or nice?” quiz! Adult version. Children’s version.
Christmas Photoshop tutorials!
One more link treat – because the electricians are all done! Bizarre Christmas origins. Not sure if most of this is true, like I was taught, don’t believe everything you read. But, still, an interesting read to kill time.
Toodles, off to work!
Caramel, white cheddar, peanut butter, kettle corn, and all that Christmas-y popcorn is just sinfully addictive. Someone at work shared a whole tub of the crap, so I kept munching them away like someone who hadn’t had a meal in days.
Here’s an email conversation I had today.
Me: I can’t stop eating the holiday popcorn. Caramel, white cheddar, peanut butter, oh my my my!
Him: Devour it all!
Me: Why the deuce not!? It’s Christmas, man!
Him (in a serious tone): Let me know if you need me to pick you up with a U-Haul after work.
Later in the day:
Him: I’m leaving work, let me know if you indeed need a U-Haul truck and a moving crew.
Me: Oh shut up!
Geez, I’m still chuckling about this.
Dudes and Dudettes, I just spent $17 bucks on a little can of spice I’ve never heard of – Saffron. Why? Just to make North African Chickpea and Kale Soup, courtesy of Fat Free Vegan. I had to go through the spice can, two envelopes just to get to the saffron itself. Major packaging to preserve the life of the spice! When I raised it up to my nose to take a whiff, I smelled tobacco. WHAT? I DON’T WANT TOBACCO SOUP!
Man, turns out the soup was absolutely delicious! There was absolutely no hint of tobacco. The flavor was so complex, with all those different spices mixed together: saffron, cayenne paprika, allspice, cumin, ginger, bay leaf, cinnamon, and so on. It was so good that I had to have some more just recently for lunch. While I type this, I still taste the soup on my tongue lingering as if it doesn’t want to leave.
The picture above may make you go, “eww that looks gross.” But honestly it isn’t. The texture is also very complex. It’s thin because of the liquid that is packed with mega spices, thick because of the kale, chickpeas, and carrots. There’s plenty of fiber and protein in the soup.
I’m not a vegetarian and I don’t normally blog about recipes, but I felt I had to share this because it’s so different from the normal soups I always have, like beef stew.
I definiely recommend this soup if you’re craving an African/Ethopian flavor or a nutrition powerhouse! Worth the $17 bucks for saffron. FIVE STARS, BABY!
Think Santa’s all innocent at the North Pole? Think twice!! This snapshot of Santa Claus’ Gmail account cracked me up, over and over, especially since I’m a Gmail user. By far the best therapy I’ve received in 2008! Look at George W. Bush asking Santa for a third term. Jesus Christ’s status saying “Jesus Christ, I’m bored.” God wanting a Wii and Yahoo answering if an elves can get pregnant. TOOOO FUNNY! Take a moment to click the photo to enlarge, read everything – so worth it. I only wish I could click on the emails and read further.
The picture came from HolyTaco.com (but kudos to Kara for bringing this to my attention!)
‘Tis the season to be jolly, AND to send Santa more Viagra emails.
The moon, Venus, and Jupiter, oh my! Last night, in the big bad dark sky, Jupiter and Venus were visible right next to the moon, creating an emoticon – a frown! Too bad it wasn’t Venus and Mars! A really awesome and memorable sky show to witness, especially because it was visible to the naked eye.
I’m only jealous of the people in the other parts of the world that saw the sky SMILE rather than a frown.
(Photo taken by Nikon D80, in Maryland, USA)
The next time Venus, Jupiter, and the moon are close to each other like last night, will be on November 18, 2052. However, you’ll be able to see just one planet (Venus) and the moon on New Years Eve.
It’s truly awesome how we can see a planet with our own eyes, even if it appears so tiny.
Three days ago, I stupidly spilled tea on my iPhone and it stopped working. Click here to see what I did to try to fix the iPhone. Now, with anticipation, I’m about to see if my experiment worked!
1:40pm: Took the iPhone out of it’s peaceful coffin and blew off all the rice dust. Put in the SIM card, turned on iPhone. Apple logo came up!!! I feel hopeful!
Uh oh, the Apple logo is STILL on….*losing hope.*
1:41: iPhone home page came up!!! At this point my body can feel every ounce of excitement.
1:42: Oh boy, a lot of text messages poured in. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and so on. Many more due to Thanksgiving greetings. Oh they keep coming!!! Note to self: never break your iPhone during a holiday.
1:45: Clicked on Mail to see if email works. Email loaded and it was a SUCCESS!
Now the question is, can I click the home button and will it work?! It did not work when it was wet. I’ll click it now. OMG it works! (Yes, I’m a dork, April.)
1:45: Opened safari web browser. LOADED! Keyed in www.google.com. LOADED!
1:46: Stared at the iPhone in amazement. Then, grabbed the rice coffin and kissed it all over.
1:47: Clicked on iPod. Clicked on shuffle. Sounded good!
But, I am hard of hearing, so I’ll ask a hearing person tonight if the speakers don’t sound like there’s water sloshing around in the background!
1:48: Clicked on Facebook application. Looks good. I see someone’s status saying all hail the iPhone. Amen.
Checked other bazillion applications. All good!
Uh oh! A song on the ipod just skipped. Probably just that song.
2:00: About to make a phone call to see if it works.
2:20: Phone call worked just fine! My voice and the other party voice had no water sloshing sounds!
2:27: Clicked on photos, all my photos are still there!
DUDES AND DUDETTES – RICE COFFIN REALLY WORKED! RESURRECTION SUCCESSFUL.
So far, that is.
2:53: Oh boy. Battery life possibly compromised. So far it’s depleted more than 1/4 of it’s life. This isn’t normal, according to my memory of how long the iPhone battery life lasts based on usage.
NOVEMBER 29, 2008
7:45am (yes early, because it’s hard to sleep in!): Battery life did look like it was depleting fast yesterday afternoon, but it was a fluke. Somehow, the battery life icon bar suddenly went back to full. Now, I just checked the iPhone and it’s got a little more than 1/4 of life left, and I didn’t even charge it overnight. FABULOUS!
RICE IS MAGIC!
NOVEMBER 30, 2008
10:37am: iPhone still works just fine. I consider this a case closed, and consider it a lesson learned. No more tea, water, iPhone, and pen party. I shall move my water and tea elsewhere because that spot is MY iPHONE SPOT WHERE SIGNAL IS LOVINGLY RECEIVED.
Case closed! Experiment successful! Get rice if your iPhone falls into the ocean, falls into a bubble bath, or if you just plain silly spilled your drink all over it.
Dear iPhone,
Oops. I did it again.
Just a few weeks ago, I cracked your screen by dropping you in a drunken stupor. Although you looked all ghetto, you still worked just fine. But, I was afraid you’d cut my fingers somehow with your cracked screen, so I shelled out another $200 to replace you.
Not even two weeks old, I’ve already abused you again. At work, I always placed you on a specific spot on my desk, because that was one of the best places you receive love from the towers – a signal. You could also say I’m addicted to you, and I like to know when I’m loved by a call, text, or email. However, I must be really stupid, because I also place my green tea and water right next to you. Everyday! It’s like a party in that spot: iPhone, green tea, water, and pens.
You see where this is going? Yep, I somehow knocked over the green tea into your direction, and it spilled all over you. My eyes widened in shock and I gasped. I even think I stopped breathing for a couple of moments. Then, I quickly ran to the bathroom to get a wad of paper towels, ran right back to you and started frantically drying you up. All the while, I was hoping you wouldn’t leave me for the heaven of broken gadgets again.
Imagine my relief when your screen was still vivid, showing every sign of life. But then, you started to spazz out by flickering. Then, you decided to take revenge on me for the abuse by making the home button stop working. OH WHY, WHY?! I tried to turn you off to prevent further damage, but you wouldn’t budge. It’s like you wanted to stay on and torture me into a slow cell phone death. The Apple logo kept coming on and off, and you flickered like an eerie haunted movie. So I stuffed you in some tissues to dry out FACE DOWN, while you spazzed out all you wanted. Finally, your battery gave out. HA.
I frantically googled ideas to get you back to life from water damage. Many sources said to put your wet self in a box of rice for two days. So, when I got home, I poured rice into a tupperware and stuffed you right in. It’s like you’re in a coffin. I’m staring at you in sadness, sad because of our domestic violence.
There’s so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. You know how you could make me thankful for you more than you already have? If you emerge from your rice coffin VAMPIRE STYLE, alive and pumping! And I’ll try so hard not to abuse you again, if you try to not be so wussy.
Love,
Your addicted owner
Internet, my legs are shaking. It’s not because I’m scared shitless about something, but because Wii Fit wore me out!
The makers of Wii Fit must really value privacy:
The first thing Wii Fit made me do was test my balance, BMI, weight, and calculate a “Wii Age.” At first, the Wii Fit weighed me at a nice 13 pounds lighter than I really am. I knew something had to be wrong. Nice try, Wii Fit, trying to flatter me already! It turned out that the extensions have to be attached on the underside of the Wii Fit balance board. After attaching the extensions, Wii Fit weighed me at my accurate weight – dammit. I had hope there, just for a second!
What’s hilarious is the fact that when the Wii Fit weighed me 13 pounds lighter, my Wii Fit age was 31. 
After the weight corrected to the heavier side, my Wii Fit age turned out to be 25!! 
Being chubbier brings on youth!? I swear that thing is on crack. How dare the Wii Fit try to convince me that gaining more weight brings on younger age? I ain’t falling for that crap. I’ve only spent about 15 minutes on it, and I’m already wincing going up the stairs or trying to squat to sit on the toilet! Sure, I totally feel 25, baby.
Anyway, your Wii Fit age is supposed to change as time goes on, when more exercises are completed. Personally, I think the Wii Fit age is useless, but the weight, BMI, balance test, and so forth are fun to keep track of. And hell, if your legs are shakin’ and hurtin’ like mine do right now, you’re definitely getting a work out, regardless of whatever your Wii Fit age is.
One of the things I love about Wii Fit so far is the reward system. Credits are accumulated for each minute of exercise. After a certain amount of credits, a new game unlocks. For me, this keeps things a bit fun. I never know what the Wii Fit is going to surprise me with.
Another thing I love is how the personal trainer actually encourages me. “Good job, Sazzy!” “You have great posture!” “You did well!” Too bad the trainer isn’t a real life dude, because, dude, he’s pretty hot for a Wii character. You can pick a female trainer, if you’d like, though.
It’s fun to see other Miis from my household and friends in the Wii Fit games with me. For example, in the hula hoop exercise, Shah and Jeff are throwing me the hoops. Or Erick is kicking me a shoe in the soccer exercise. Wii Fit would be even cooler if it had the ability to connect with other Wii Fit users.
The only thing I don’t like about Wii Fit so far is how the trainer uses the same hand gesture often when he’s talking. It makes me want to cut his arm off, or at least teach him some new gestures. Jeff has declared that he doesn’t notice the gestures because he’s too busy looking at the female trainer’s boobs.
All I’ve done so far is the hula hoop (KILLS YOUR THIGHS!), ski jump, skiing (KILLS YOUR LEGS, MAN!), a little bit of yoga training, and the lunges. More to come! Watch out Wii Fit, I’ll be 19 in no time!
(Madonna pic isn’t mine. No idea who it belongs to.)
Get this – I have boobs! When the Wii Fit asked me my height, my Mii turned sideways. OH. MY. GOD. I saw boobs, pointy ones mini-Madonna style! All this time I’ve been playing different games on the Wii, I have never ever noticed boobs on my character. Just look at that! Pointy boobs! Isn’t it incredible? Yes, I’m a woooooman. W-O-M-A-N!
All in all, Wii Fit is a good investment if you hate to walk just a measly 50 steps to the gym across the street.
..La Belle Douleur
If I don’t like my haircut or new color, I will privately bitch, moan, and cry about it at home. Then, in a few days, I’ll accept it and move on. But my haircut yesterday was an exception! Not once did I utter a complaint.
Last time I had such a good haircut was when I was living in California. That California salon I frequented actually served you wine while your hair was being done – can’t beat that! Anyway, I had given up on salons here and demoted myself to stylists in training at Aveda Institute.
Today changed all that. I actually forgot how it is getting your hair done professionally! My stylist was a pro, she went highlight, highlight, chop, chop, bam, thank you ma’am you’re done! I was in and out of there in less than an hour and a half, whereas at Aveda Institute I’d be there for 3 hours or more!
The salon that made me feel like a woman again? O’Hair Salon. Ooooohair. Erin is the one who told me about this place for waxing purposes. So, I decided to try their hair services too finally. They don’t let you tip. All the stylists are salaried. If you live in the area – try them! (Never mind the fact they’re so expensive, just remember no tip necessary!)
I keep flirting with myself in the mirror – ooh, Sazzy, you’re hot. Yes baby. Ooh. I feel like a woooooman – and it’s such hard and painful work! Even in the 1880’s.
