the fall and its jeans are upon us...

i'm ready to start puttin on me jeans for the fall. d is trying to remind me that i've made a conscious effort to "quit" buying jeans. as ridiculous as it may sound, you know it's bad when you have to actually "quit" your purchasing of jeans.

but seriously, how can i say no?




and not a word out of you tucker...you fellow jean whore

SICK City...

ok...if you are looking for an all out decadent film full of gore and guts this is the flick for you. with no warning or even the slightest precursor, i was completely ignorant to the actual storyline. with that i say that there was a bit of recovery that needed to take place even three days after watching this glorious film. jessica alba's ass in her backless chaps definitely assuaged any sort of violent stomach turning irritation for a split second, but it was all vomit inducing really.

now, as d keeps reminding me, this was all "make believe." but with my wild imagination, i have to wonder if it was...i mean, was it? imagination helps create drama in some cases, right? and lunacy in conjunction with imagination can actually help bring these things to fruition. so who is to say that there isn't a yellow bastard walking around in some part of the world, or an enlightended hobbit waiting in the backwoods of west virginia with a banjo playing inbred boy and burt renolds rowing down the river in a canoe?

but in all reality i must say, this is definitely a watcher. i think i might even pick it up again in a few years *shudder* (great 3 more days of recovery). if you have a strong stomach and no aversion to violence, i would highly recommend and even suggest that you run out and purchase (no i didn't say rent, PURCHASE) this film immediately because the story lines are just that good. however, if you are anything like me and you have a weak stomach for bludgeoning, you might want to keep a trash can handy.

four days later and the "yellow bastard" still haunts my thoughts and my lunch. and with that i say, y'all have a great mornin now, ya hear =)

Chingoo's sistuh from the same muthuh!

for anyone who knows the hoovers, you know that the love and joy of our lives is wrapped up into a little pile of fluff named chingoo. in fact, if i could have been a dog in another life, i would have been proud to bear her as my pup =)

ok, so we get this call a few days ago from her nanny and it went something like this:
"hey guys, this is carla, we have chingoo's sister here, and we think you should definitely come down here and take a look!"

we FLEW out the door and raced down there to see. how exciting we thought as we anxiously waited to meet her! i had no idea what to expect...would they look alike? act alike? have the same strange habits? what??! it was all too exciting to even imagine and after meeting her, how very strange the experience was. she had separation anxiety like no other, walked on her hind legs, exactly like chingoo!! layed on her belly and pounced like a cat, just like our baby, and even whimpered with the same inflections...it was hysterical!

there were differences too. she was calm, sweet and extremely mellow -- the COMPLETE opposite of our little one! with that being said, we finally found out some VERY interesting facts. our baby was once named "TARA" which actually stood for "TERROR" hahahah!! she was the wily, crazy, hyper one of the bunch! so much so, that they name her after a feeling that is evoked when watching a damned horror flick! hahha! needless to say, she's our little terror and we couldn't have chosen a more appropriate puppy! for the hoovers, she's just one comedy routine after another.

now without any further ado, here are some pics of chingoo and her sis! enjoy!!

ROAD RAGE!!!!

ok but seriously...i know you are all laughing and i do fit the stereotype (most of the time) but today, today was different!

i was pulling out of the small secluded road behind my neighborhood to turn onto waxpool road. i stopped at the stop sign like a good driver should. i took my turn and start pulling out (right of way freak!!) and the next thing you know, this big bastard of a man rolled through his stop sign on the main strip, nearly plowed into my car and then layed on his horn and started flailing his arms, giving me the finger as though he was in the right! i saw him pull up to the stop sign, roll through and roll out. i was so angered by this and i don't know if it was just repressed anger or displaced anger or what, but the sight of this man throwing his violent arms and fingers in the air, tailing me for God knows what reason then pulling up to my side to get in my face...i have to say, it just tipped me over the edge!!! now for anyone who knows me, i'm usually a pretty nice gal, but not today baby hahahah not today!!!

so the man pulls up next to me and what comes out of his mouth??? OF COURSE....the "C" word...there are two bad ones...i'm asian, so i think you can figure it out. or maybe it was my imagination because, as i mentioned, i had a lot of things going on in this brain of mine. i was late for work, needing to get my ass to where i needed to be and now this. it was just one of those mornings i suppose, and i might have been better behaved, but i do know this...i cursed him off with a big "EFF YOU!!" i even rolled down my window for a better effect. i know this is uncharacteristic of me (and baby, i apologize for putting myself in danger) but i was trippin and he put me in a bad bad place. this deranged man then continued on with his tirade and proceeded to made a left turn.

what i don't get is this...why ruin someone's morning over a damned stop sign?? is it worth the hassle? must there be racial poo slinging and the arousal of bad feelings? my stomach is still turning and my legs feel like jello. and to this i say...if you ever see an asian woman taking her right of way, cut her some slack. we're not always the worst drivers on the road.

...and have a great morning...