The a la Carte Menu for Chez Pisces

So tonight, as a test run for my hot-as-balls boyfriend's dinner, I totally tried the recipes I'm planning. Surprisingly, they worked out quite well.

For dinner, we're looking at some Cold Chicken Satay Noodles in Peanut Sauce which was really, really yummy btw. For dessert, I'm totally baking up some Molten Chocolate Cupcakes with Chocolate Frosting and garnishing with powdered sugar and sliced strawberries. Check this out:




Looks good, right? Jealous? You should be because it was delicious! If you're interested in picking up the recipes, check them out online:

Cold Chicken Satay and Noodles
Molten Chocolate Cupcakes

Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of my noodles but rest assured, my presentation was pretty close to that in the picture. Honestly! And look at all the fun stuff I got at the store today!



Everything except the gum and the tea went into my 2 dishes tonight! Fun stuff! I need a good Sparkling Strawberry Limeade drink to go along with the noodles, I think. The tea is actually a vanilla caramel and vanilla chai tea to go with the cupcakes. Yum!

Everything was way easier than I thought it would be too. If any master mixologists have a good idea for some tasty non alcoholic beverages, please shoot me a link. The noodles are super yummy but need something with a little bit of a bite to go along with it.

God dinner was good!

I haven't eaten the pictured cupcakes yet. They look really good, though. Haha :) I'm sure they'll be awesome. The big question here is though, how do you reheat them? The recipe says to serve warm but once their frosted, won't it melt if you put it in the microwave for even 30 seconds? Ew?

Anyway, bon appetite me. I'm gonna go eat and go to bed. Gotta work early tomorrow :( But, I'm bringing the left over cupcakes to work tomorrow morning so hopefully my coworkers will be able to enjoy them as much as I enjoyed making them tonight! :)

Ron Hextall: The Man, The Myth, The Angriest Son of a Bitch in Hockey

Ok, last post of the night (probably).

I was talking to my hot-as-balls boyfriend earlier today and told him that if I, myself, was a boy and played hockey... I'd probably be your Avery/Godard/Goon type of player that just went out to hit people and make them angry.

These videos are a homage to former Flyers Goalie Ron Hextall, the most angry, aggressive and angsty son of a bitch to ever play the position (and arguably the game).

We begin with Game 5 from the 1989 Playoffs between The Philadelphia Flyers and the Pittsburgh Penguins. Ronnie was not having a great game that night. He and his backup Ken Wregget gave up a combined total of 10 goals and gave Mario Lemieux a natural hat trick for the first 3 of them. Ron was always known to be a little on the assholey side but after giving up those 3 to Lemieux, he was really pissed. He got 5 for fighting later in the game and then after this little gem got 10 for misconduct and then thrown out all together.

It all started with Brown's goal, the 8th or 9th of the night for the Pittsburgh Penguins...

Your commentators there were Mike Lange and Paul Steigerwald btw. Oh look out, Loretta! I also like the part where the crowd starts chanting, "We want Hextall. We want Hextall." Yeah! Don't we all! ;)

Moving right along, here's Hextall sprinting out of his crease to go after Felix Potvin in an ultimate goalie-net match after Potvin slashed Daniel LaCroix (tip Hextall was the guy getting his ass kicked there):

It was explained to me that the reason Hextall sprinted across the ice to go after Potvin is because of a sort of unwritten rule that dictates the only person that can go after a goalie... is another goalie. So hat's off to you, Ron Hextall, for having your teammate's back on that one from all the way on the other side of the rink!

This one speaks for itself: Hextall vs Chelios. So good!


Ron Hextall is my hero! Its kind of a shame that you don't see players like this anymore. :)

Hockey is Played on Ice, Right?

Disclaimer: I know nothing about hockey.

This entire entry was inspired by a tweet I got from my newest friend @colormefeisty:

@poeticpisces i am beyond stoked that the canes won, but less stoked when i know they're gonna get spanked very soon :(

I just started watching this season, specifically since January when the Penguins were working on sucking hard core. When the franchise outed Michel Therrien and brought in Dan Bylsma as head coach in the middle of the season, my interest was peaked. I started paying closer attention and got hooked in about a period and a half.

It also helped that my hot-as-balls boyfriend took me to a game (which the Pens lost against the Carolina Canes so as pleased as punch as I am that the Canes won tonight, I still hate them. Anyway...) as our 3rd date and tried to explain some of the rules to me (icing still sounds like a bullshit penalty to me but whatever).

Anyway, today I got to see one of two great game 7s and listen to the 3rd period of the other (thank you to Versus for failing miserably on broadcasting the Devils/Canes game).

I am absolutely beside myself that the Capitals are playing against the Penguins for the 2nd round. Ovechkin was able to carry his team to the playoffs but were barely able to beat the Rangers in their series. Now all the Washington fans are screaming about Ovie vs Sid for round 2, like Geno (or the rest of our team) isn't even a factor.

I like how they all just conveniently forget about the rest of their own team. No doubt, Ovechkin's a good player but he's not the best. He's flashy but he didn't score the tie up or the winner tonight. Tonight it was Semin and Fedorov (I believe). Were Caps fans even paying attention? :)

I was... sort of.

The series is going to be smokin' but whats really going to be even hotter is when the Penguins take Ovechkin, Varlamov and Fedorov and send them packing to Arnold Palmer's school of Putting.

Also shame on ESPN! Two NHL game 7s tonight and they lead off with the NBA playoffs? Are you fucking kidding me? What a bunch of assholes.

That about covers this update. Like I said, I don't know anything about hockey but I know that the Canes are going to beat the Bruins and the Pens are going to advance to meet them in Boston over the Capitals.

Sorry Bruins fans, I'm going for the "long shot" here. I definitely think its gonna be Carolina vs Pittsburgh after this is all said and done.

Also, look at this: ThePensBlog <~~~ its the best Pens site ever.

Edit: I got RT'd earlier by a nice hockey fan after listening to Sportcenter's highlights of the Caps/Rangers and Canes/Devils games. Here's what he said:

CouchBurnerRT @poeticpisces: Sportscenter: #Caps 2 win series vs #Pens. I guess I shld apply 4 a job at ESPN since I know nothing abt hockey either. :)

Call Arnold Slick from Turtle Crick! Looks like I'm closer to dead center with my opinion of the upcoming series than I thought I was if fans who actually know whats going on agree with me.

Mexicans Say US Blaming Them Unfairly. In Related News, Simpson Still Claiming Innocence

So the Swine Flu has its own Twitter account now and at last count had 260 followers. Is it me or does this seem semi absurd? My TweetDeck is updated every 3 minutes (or so) with anywhere between 3 and 25 #swineflu hits. This thing is trending off the chart.

Its retarded.

I saw a CNN report earlier (go figure) from Mexico. The anchor was on the streets in Mexico City (I think) interviewing Mexicans about the Swine Flu. Surprisingly, most of the Mexicans interviewed had little to say about it other than it wasn't their country's fault and America should stop bullying them around and blaming everything on Mexico.

???

Maybe it is me. I mean, the whole tomato thing last year did originate out of Mexico. The drug trafficking over our southern border might originate from, oh... I don't know, Columbia but its not like Mexico is Supermanning and single handedly stopping them from coming across. Oh and we can't forget about all those pesky little Canadians that like to jump our northern border via Niagara Falls to come to the US and work here illegally.

Right...

Over 100 people in Mexico City have died because of the Swine Flu. Mexico City was the first place where cases were reported. Duh, of course the Swine Flu couldn't have originated in Mexico! It just doesn't make sense that it would have, does it, Manuel?

One Ricardo Montalban wannabe got so indignant that he claimed something to the tune of: "One jalapeno crosses the boarder and an old lady in Indiana gets sick, its Mexico's fault!" Well... yeah, if said jalapeno came from Mexico, that would technically make it Mexico's issue... Who else would be responsible? France?

If suddenly there was an Ebola outbreak that was traced back to champagne, I'm sure we'd blame France for exporting an unsafe product... but it wasn't in the Moet last summer, it was in the tomatoes. How about you let the country with good health care sort this out while you work on knocking off the whole smuggling sick pig farmers over the border.

In other news, I'm "watching" the Caps/Rangers game on Versus right now. And by "watching" I mean I have it on as background noise while I'm typing this. I thought I'd have a stronger opinion about who I want to win this game but as no one I know can explain to me who the Pens would play next and why, I'm kind of sans interest. I think its an NHL ploy backed by NBC anyway. What a bunch of money grubbing assholes.

I'd like to watch Devils/Canes but I'm apparently getting fucked instead. Sweet.

Also, I think I randomly got 100 hits to my blog yesterday. If you read anything I post on here yesterday, thank you. Its also completely possible that I'm doing it wrong... though I don't know what IT is yet.

Tomorrow night is my dry run for my hot-as-balls boyfriend's birthday dinner, chicken satay with noodles and molten chocolate cupcakes with homemade vanilla ice cream. Pix to document the event will follow.

I opted to forgo any pork dishes, I don't want to upset anyone from Guadalajara.

EDIT: Caught this link on a #swineflu update and its kind of cool. Google is tracking the confirmed cases of Pig Flu via Google Maps. Nifty. http://ow.ly/47bL. Oh and here's a 10 minute info-vid plus article. Tsk Tsk Mexico, learn to wash your hands instead of getting bent out of shape. Jeez!

Cookies Are My Contingency Plan

I had a free tall sbux coming to me this afternoon since I hijacked someone else's customer servey to talk up my peeps on the corner of 6th and Penn. Since it was free, I opted to try something new: an iced raspberry white mocha.

My hot-as-balls boyfriend loves them when I get them for him and the new girl at work said it was delish when I treated her the other day. I figured it was a sure bet.

Talk about a swing and a miss that would make even the Pirates blush...

It tastes like cough medicine. How anyone could find it appetizing is beyond me. But it was free so who cares, right. :)

I woke up in a good mood but lost my perspective somewhere. Its probably over at my hot-as-balls boyfriends apt... along with my voice. I'm rewarding myself with the pictured package of cookies... yeah I'm a child. I need goodies to make me feel better.

...And the Last Little Piggy Went Wee Wee Wee All the Way to Ohio!

The pig to the right has the flu.

It got spread to the Mexican farmer that raised him.

The Mexican then jumped the boarder and headed to a pig farm in Ohio.

Then an American got sick with the same Pig Flu.

The Mexican died after infecting another pig and one of the owner's daughters (by means too unspeakable to mention here) and the alarmist American Media freaked out and started worrying millions of Americans that they were all going to die a terrible death in less than 26 hours of contracting the disease. The CDC put out alerts, CNN wouldn't shut up and George Orwell turned over in his grave because he realized that the pigs were finally taking over the world.

Maybe this is the unknown disease I've been suffering from since the middle of February.

Luckily for my hot-as-balls boyfriend, I decided to go with chicken for his upcoming birthday dinner instead of pork. I'm still on the fence about what to do for his gift though. When I asked what he wanted, he told me "Anything you give me, I'll love because it's coming from you."

Which, at face value, is such a great boyfriend thing to say but it doesn't help me... at all.

Oh and speaking of gifts, he totally aced the whole Mom's birthday present thing. I couldn't make it because I had to work tonight (lame!) but he gave me a full report after I got off work and he started home. The bag that he gave his mom was a total hit!

Being the girl that likes to try and one up everyone, I inquired as to what his brother and his brother's fiancée showed up with. The fiancée wasn't able to make it due to work so we were on even ground there (only I sent a card, sup!) and his brother brought flowers.

Coach Bonnie Zip Wristlet as seen to the left vs a bouquet of flowers.

I'm not necessarily trying to compare gifts here so I'll let you do it for me. Thanks :)

In other news, I'm glad I've learned to enjoy the good times when they come for everything their worth. I'm spending the night with my boy tomorrow night after work and then heading to Andy Warhol on Tuesday. I'd love to keep saying that this is the first time I've been this happy in years but honestly, its not the first time... I've been happy since I started dating him in December, since then its just been a continual pace of happiness. Life is beautiful, being happy is terrific and George Orwell gets the last laugh in telling all of us that he was right...

The pigs took over Manor Farm and then called CNN so everyone could completely spaz out about it.

Dan Bylsma Isn't the Only Coach in My Life... Apparently v2.0

Ok so, going back to my Dan Bylsma/Coach post from earlier.

Mobile blogging only allows me to post 1000 characters via picture message. I was in the middle of blogging about my trip to the B&N Sbux last night and being totally DENIED my 10% discount...

I was surprised how pissed off I got about being denied a 60 cent savings on a $6 tab. I mean, I recognize in the grand scheme of things that its not a big deal. In the small scale, its not a big deal either but in paying $25 for my Starbucks Gold Card and being brutally denied my 10% discount threw me off initially. I was pretty incensed when I saw that I could get the discount if I was a B&N member.

I was still annoyed an hour later. I'm not sure why but I was angry.

Anyway... I was in the middle of blogging about all that when my hot-as-balls boyfriend wrapped up work for the night and we got into his Jeep to go home for the night. Since he was parked right outside of Salonika's (this awesome Greek hole-in-the-wall on 6th Street), I made a joke about how good it smelled. When I got in the car, he says, "Really? I think it smells like Coach bag in here."

I just stared at him. He'd gone to Coach earlier in the day to get a birthday present for his mom and I was really excited to see which wristlet he'd picked out for her (since I recommended which one to get). I looked behind his seat and sure enough, spotted the tell-tale white bag with red trim that screams "Coach Bag" to any girl that's in the know.

I lurched in the seat to grab the bag and dove into it to pull out a small box with a gold ribbon on it. I was about to untie the ribbon and look at the bag when my boy stopped me. "You can't open that!" he said to me.

Again, I just stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, you can't open that. Its a gift for my mom. You can't open it, only she can."

Deflated, I put the box back into the bag. Why wouldn't he let me see what he picked out? I was shocked at the adversity but understood. I mean, it wasn't for me. He was right. It made sense that he wouldn't want anyone but his mom to open up the box and untie the ribbon. The presentation from Coach is nice. No one giving a good gift would want it messed up.

He put his hand back into the bag to arrange the box inside it. "You can, however, open this one." he said and pulled out a 2nd box with a red ribbon and put it on my lap.

I didn't know what to say. I think girly instinct alone allowed me to rip into the box and paper like a lion in a feeding frenzy in Africa. Inside the box, I found the exact same Bonnie Zip Wristlet I'd described to him the night before as the one that I'd love to have for myself this summer. You can see it in Reason #473 My Boyfriend is Fucking Awesome or just to see the picture, click here. The picture is huge.

But the purse itself is larger than life too so it's totally fitting.

Pens/Flyers Game 6 is this afternoon. Its on NBC which means I can't fucking watch it downtown on the Jumbotron at Mellon Arena because NBC is a bunch of Nazi Broadcasting mother fuckers. Shame too, its 80 degrees out, the perfect day for it down at the arena. NBC is a bunch of bastards. Course, they need all the help they can get with their shitty programming. NBC has totally sucked since Conan went off the air for Late Night. I can't wait until June 1st when he takes over The Tonight Show.

Anyway, I hate the Flyers. Although, the players are always really, super nice to me. Always! They're incredibly more polite than any of the other guests I have to deal with regularly. They smile, they laugh and joke, some even flirt a little which is very humanizing. It can be a little intimidating dealing with any sports group with the hotel because their business is so important to our property, not to mention they're celebrities that I have a lot of respect for.

Simon Gagne paid his bill in cash the other day and dropped a penny on the floor. The Bellman on duty gave it to me and I pocketed it. Had the Pens won game 5, that penny was totally going to be my lucky penny. As it turns out, its a good thing that Mr. Gagne dropped it because it was a very unlucky penny. I threw it out as soon as Geno Malkin's goal was recalled. That penny was a piece of shit penny.

My cousin is coming to pick me up in an hour to watch the game so I should start getting ready. I got new makeup at the mall yesterday too (before the whole B&N/Sbux fiasco) so I can't wait to put it on. I have no idea what I'm going to wear, its hot-as-balls out (hey just like my boyfriend) so my Fleury jersey might not be an option. I'm taking it with me anyway. Marc-Andre tweeted earlier:

marcandrefleuryso pumped up! we're going to win the series on the road and rip their hearts out. mercy does not exist in my net! enjoy your golf, flyers

Ze flow-aire blooms at 3pm in Philly! Go Penguins!

Reason #473 That My Boyfriend Is Fucking Awesome

Here's a picture of my new wristlet. Isn't my boy the bomb? I'm so lucky!!!!

Just in case you're having a hard time reading it, the print on it says "I wouldn't walk a block without my Cashin-Carry especially down Madison Ave." The colors match my entire summer wardrobe perfectly.

My boyfriend is probably better than your boyfriend! I own!

Gamer Geeks Are Everywhere, Even at the EnP!

At Eat n Park (kinda like a Dennys). These 3 guys have not shut the fuck up about World of Warcraft and warlocks since I came in. Note homeboy's walking stick. God he's so cool.

I want to slam my hands ln their table, call them scrubs and tell them to all reroll druid cuz they're gay.

Also, these guys seem to have a real problem with Curse of Elements. I have a real problem with their social skills. :)

Dan Bylsma Isn't the Only Coach in My Life... Apparently!!!

I'm standing outside the hotel waiting for my hot-as-balls boyfriend to get off work and mobile blogging as I wait. If nothing else its something to pass the time.

I went to a Barnes & Noble earlier today to get a book called Hello, Cupcake (ever since my Easter cupcakes, I'm totally obsessed, anyway)... My mom has this thing about not believing she'll like anything I recommend. Movies, clothes, music, makeup, books, beer--you name it... I say it its good and I'M automatically wrong. Today, I recommended coffee. Of course she wasn't interested.

Until I ordered mine.

"Jen, whats an iced soy caramel machiatto?" I told her to try it. She'd like it. "Oh no. Iced coffee? No, I wouldn't."

Then she insisted on tasting mine. "Ooh, thats good!" Thats why I ordered it.

But then Barnes & Noble's Cafe told me that they wouldn't accept my gold card. That only te B&N card was accepted. Needless to say, I was angry.

Tho I'm super happy cuz my boy got me a new Coach bag!!

My Creativity was Stolen by Blackout.com

I've tried to make the commitment to be more conscious of my health. As such, I'm more aware of how fatty I'd feel if I went ahead and ate these cookies I stole from work today. They're sitting right in front of me, mocking me with my own knowledge of how good they've tasted in the past. I've had such a great experience with them on bad nights before, I just can't say no.

Fuck you, Nabisco! Fuck you and everything you stand for. I'm not going to eat your Swiss Creme Sandwich cookies. I'm going to put them on the other side of the room instead.

I had maybe 3 topics to cover when I opened this entry earlier. Since then, I've gotten sucked into the internet radio phenomenon that is www.blackout.com. So basically everything I had planned to touch on, I forgot about. But, per usual, rest assured that it was all going to be REALLY fucking funny.

Blackout's a muse. Clearly his powers work in reverse. Since I had great things to say (for once) they all got sucked out of me as soon as I started listening to him... why am I now watching workout infomercials on TV? What the fuck has happened to my life?

Damn you BlackoutsBox! DAMN YOU!

Anyway, I need to get to bed. I feel stupid right now. :( Also, if anyone has a list of really awesome romance songs, I could use a few ideas for a project I'm working on... I'm talking Complainte de la Butte by Rufus Wainright. Email me, comment... tweet me, whatever. I need help plz. xoxo

My Life is a Beautiful Disaster

I hate mail.

Email is easy. You read the subject line, look over the sender and can immediately tell whether or not its something you want to read. You can differentiate between Barnes & Noble giving you the heads up on Dan Brown's new sequel to The Da Vinci Code (which I have yet to read) called The Lost Symbol and that stupid chain letter from Aunt Cecelia. Oh and don't forget the awesome spam filters that actually take all the guess work out of email. You just click on Spam, click all and click delete. Done and done!

Mail is completely different. Mail is very tricky. Since white envelopes all look alike, something that could easily appear to be a harmless Verizon bill has the distinct possibility of being a pointless advertisement as well. I open up the beastly little sheath hastily, thinking its just a request for payment and instead I'm assaulted with a flyer for the Blackberry Storm that I can't have for another year and a half! God, I want that phone.

Thank you, Verizon, for making me feel inferior.

Speaking of phone statements though, where does Verizon get off charging me an extra $2.99 for data charges when that's all supposed to be included in my plan?! Ditto Voice charges? I don't even know what a Voice charge is but its supposed to be included as well.

I'd also like to personally thank Verizon wireless for not having 24hr customer service. I can say with 100% degree of certainty that I did not like Sprint, their phone service or their customer care but at least there was someone to talk to 24hrs a day/7 days a week. Even on Christmas, if I needed to upgrade my phone or talk about a miscellaneous charge, Indira from Bombay was on duty for me to talk to!

With Verizon, the opposite is true. The only time I don't have service is when I'm in the belly of the hotel and having cell service would be a miracle. Their customer care, when reachable, has been extremely accommodating and consistent. Their products are solid and dependable and when I have a problem, I've been able to clear it up easily. Needless to say, I'm impressed.

Anyway... my boy, Marc-Andre Fleury (aka Ze Flow-aire), had an amazing game last night. I was pleased as punch at every single shot he stopped. I follow @marcandrefleury on Twitter (I know, what a shock). If its really him, this guy is one of my absolute favorite people. If its not really him, I still love Fleury but dude that's Tweeting as @marcandrefleury is a close 2nd. Here's a juicy little tidbit from last night after the game:

@marcandrefleury says: forget berlin! i am the pittsburgh wall! philly fans chant sidney sucks, forget how bad their team and city are. me, i laugh and stop shots!

So good! I had a chance to get the flowers for my hair before the game last night but didn't want to spend $10 at Michael's for it so I passed and wore my hair in pigtails with a little hat instead. I still looked cute.

The Pirates won again... that's 3 games over .500 for the Buccos. Amazing! I still don't know anything about baseball.

I just got the best tweet of all time from @BeatMyTweet

BeatMyTweetPost the most idiotic comment, win a $25 Amazon Gift Card! http://tinyurl.com/dzj9bn

I just glanced through the Idiotipedia. I have found my mecca and it is good. I'm about to own this website hook, line and sinker. Unfortunately I'm too interested in blogging than I am about reliving the stupidity from work today. I will, however, take notes and report back tomorrow! That s$25 Amazon.com gift certificate may as well be mine!!

My limey Brit friend, James (aka J1mo) just released his new mix for next month. I haven't listened to it just yet but I'm recommending it based on the fact that I've liked everything else he's done. Download it here.

I'm thirsty. I think I'm going to go find something to drink and go to bed. I'm unspeakably exhausted. But I'll probably stay up and think about some other stupid shit to talk about later. I'll let you know!

Oh No Shit My Boy Recieved a Text Message...

My hot-as-balls boyfriend is not exactly technologically advanced. Cell phones and laptops and Nintendo Wiis amaze him!

Stuck @Sbux on 6th St waiting on my hot-as-balls boyfriend to come pick me up so we can paint the town!! In the meantime, here's a pic of Heinz Hall as seen from the front window I'm staring out of. Oh and isn't the weather friggin great? =/

PS I totally got a skinney cinnemon dulce latte. I feel like I'm doing something special for myself by getting the semi fat drink instead of the really fat drink. Its totally fat either way but one doesn't taste as good...and thats totally the one I got. Thanks to Sbux, I've discovered a new reason to hate being fat. My coffee gets to taste like asshole. Woo!

FYI: I'm Renaming My Blog... With Your Help!

If you've seen my Tweets recently regarding renaming my blog, I'm not joking. I need to rename this thing b/c I'm getting disgusted with my own lack of creativity. So here it is: If you think of a name, especially a bad one, comment on this entry. If I get enough (which I'm lol'g at the thought of even getting one) then I'll put it to a vote by utilizing Blogger's handy dandy poll system here. The prize? Bragging rights on naming the awesomest blog in the city... or something else, fuck I don't know! Just help me!

Its exciting stuff.

Basically, I'm begging you people for help. Please! Pretty please! I'm not above pulling the ihazacheezburger crew...

You made me do this!

PS Spoke to Boy earlier, everything's fine. I'm just an emotional puddle of retard sometimes and yesterday was one of those times. Watching the game w/ him tomorrow but dunno where. Yay! Lets Go Pens!

Ze Flow-aire Blooms at Midnight in Mexico on Twitter While Reading Horoscopes and Doing Yoga Listening to Gwen Stefani

I am officially 1 pill away from finally finishing my regimen of antibiotics. God, I'm so happy! I haven't felt this good in months, literally... months (aside from the wretched side effects of taking antibiotics)!

I think its because of these past few months of misery that I'm finally inspired to start getting my shit together and start working on the whole diet/get in shape girl crap for summer. I'd like to equally consider that I'm interested in learning beginners yoga because I'm interested in the health of both my body and mind.

That last paragraph was a bunch of bullshit but I'm going to stick with it anyway. I've been wanting to learn yoga for years now but never had the opportunity. My recent inspiration to look into yoga was actually the grumpiest guest I've ever spoken to (she was looking for a listing of local yoga studios, the closest of which that offered classes on a Sunday in Pittsburgh was on East Carson and well... she went all kinds of crazy, anyway that's not the point here. The point is) if yoga makes me grumpy, I don't know if I'm interested in it at all. But if it will align my chakras and assist me in finding enlightenment or at least how I can put both my feet behind my head for a special night with my hot-as-balls boyfriend, count me in!

My only trick now is to locate a local gym that offers yoga at a time that's convenient for me to attend (namely, when I'm not beating myself over the head with a crazy work schedule). Naturally, I don't think this is going to happen any time soon so I might have to do weight training too... which I hate! I never know if I'm doing it right. Am I using too much weight, how many reps are enough? Its so dumb. There's too many rules and I hate feeling like I'm doing it all wrong.

Also, I got my Fleury jersey yesterday! :)

Just in time for him to allow 6 goals last night against the Flyers! :( Oh, the first 2 of which were in the first 6 minutes of the game. Oh Marc-Andre! I'm certainly not a hockey pro! I'm still trying to find The Girlfriend's Guide to Hockey at Barnes & Noble but it just didn't seem to work very well last night... at all! And I'm wearing his jersey! ZE FLOW-AIRE VAZ NOT ZO MOSH EN BLOOME! ZE FLOW-AIRE VILTED!!!

That said, I love Marc-Andre Fleury! Additionally, I'm going to go to Michael's to get some silk daisies to wear in my hair so I can be a "Flower Child" when I watch his games. As far as I know, this was my idea and I'm a genius!

My TweetDeck is failing more than a whale being carried by birds to the safety of land. @Ev announced today that Twitter's recent crappiness wasn't because of @aplusk or @Oprah. It was because of their crappy programming and website. Good to know!

Hey! Speaking of @Oprah, lets check on her followers now that its been a few days. BRB!

BACK! 397,854. Not bad but not as good as I'd expected from a ringer like Oprah!

Speaking of Twitter, Rick Sanchez of CNN has taken to tweeting in Spanish. That's cool... only I don't speak Spanish.

To clarify: I have no problem with people of other cultures speaking other languages at all, hell I'm used to it and enjoy listening to a certain extent because I'm fascinated with communication and language. When my Mexican friends in Vegas would start excluding me from their conversations at lunch, I wasn't necessarily offended--I just felt like that part of the conversation didn't pertain to me and it gave me the option to take a break from the conversation itself, a nice excuse to zone out for a minute. My ears would, however, would perk up if I heard them mention "weda."

However, if you're a news anchor for an acclaimed news network like CNN, isn't it sort of rude to exclude an entire culture on a public forum when you address them in a language they don't speak? Sure, he's Hispanic but he clearly knows that his audience isn't all Spanish-speaking because he's in the US and his audience is fully American, meaning we speak English too... (and we spoke it first??? I guess I forgot to push 1 for English on my Twitter page. OOOooooooh!! I went there!)

I hope its only been because I've been sick for nearly 3 months that I've lost my edge. I was totally high on life back in January. I owned my life, I didn't let it own me. Now, things seem a little different. I feel like I'm taking a backseat to my life instead of vice versa. I don't like being in the backseat, there's no leg room back there. Also: I think my hot-as-balls boyfriend is mad at me.

See, this is what I'm saying... 3 months ago, I wouldn't have given a fuck but now that I'm all gaga over stuff, shit's gotta be all sorts of complicated and difficult and hard and drive me crazy.

Maybe I just did my hair too tightly today but I really did feel like I had a headache for most of the day. Maybe if I wear it down tomorrow, I'll get myself into a more solid perspective so I can be SuperGirl and take on the world again.

My horoscope today was pretty dead on:

Pisces Horoscopes

(Feb 19 - Mar 20)

Yesterday | Today | Tomorrow

Monday, Apr 20th, 2009 -- You won't be able to hide your true intentions today and this can make you feel unsafe. Being so vulnerable might not be easy, yet your fears may be worse than the actual danger. Instead of wasting energy trying to build a protective wall around yourself, put your attention to building your self-esteem so it doesn't matter if others can see through your veneer. Your integrity is your best safeguard and can all but guarantee your security now.

That last bit about building up my self-esteem is pretty hard core and dead on. So I tried today and my day definitely got a little better. My boy definitely sort of ignored me so I'm such a headcase that I think he's mad at me now. I am 12, btw.

You know what!!! Fuck this! There are 2 really great quotes that I'm reminded of right now! First:

"Well-behaved Women Rarely Make History"
-Laurel Thatcher Urlich, Historian & 1991 Pulitzer Prize Winner.

Also:

"Fuck you, I'm a girl!"
-Gwen Stefani, Singer/Songwriter and She-Who-Stole-My-Life

I'm gonna go fuck some shit up... Just not tonight... I have to work in the morning.

God damn that hotel!

Okokokok! Maybe I will go out tonight after all!

PS: The title of this blog is the best thing EVER!!!!!!

Boy Howdy: A New Character in the Movie of My Life!

As previously seen on Twitter: I survived my drama-filled day at the hotel. I'm not quite sure how, but I lived... and I get to do it all over again tomorrow. Boy howdy!

A lot of guests at work confuse me with my supervisor. Its sort of understandable. We're both similar in height, similar in build, blonde hair, blue eyes, bubbly personalities and we like to joke around a lot. Oh and both of us are named "Jen" too so that makes it even more confusing (although she incorrectly spells it as "Jenn" instead of "Jen." Personally, I'm too lazy for the extra N. More than one N is an abundance of N as far as I'm concerned and completely unnecessary! BTW, Hi Molly, if you're reading this! I still have my keychain and its still in pretty good condition. I love you! Anyhoo...). Since we basically look alike, some of our guests have taken to referring to her as the good twin. I'm the bad twin. I dig that.

Anyway, The Good Twin wasn't scheduled to work today. Lucky! It was a living hell on earth in that lobby tonight. I texted her on my pseudo-Lunch break and said "Hi! I'm at the hotel and having a great time--wish you were here!"

She didn't reply until after midnight. Smart girl!

I had a point to this story when I started... fuck if I remember what it was at now but rest assured, it was all really fucking funny! While I think of it, let me show you a picture of The Twins at Work Behind the Desk:

That's me on the right.

That's pretty much the theme of my day today. It goes way past any form of Murphy's Law or You Can't Win'em All kind of philosophy. I was so inundated with stupidity, bullshit and then a handful of legitimate problems that I started to go cross-eyed. And I'm not even talking about work (although work did have a lot to do with it!).

I honestly just could not win today.

Whatever... my hot-as-balls boyfriend took me to the E&P after work to grab a quick bite to eat since he had a busy day himself. It was more than nice to have the company although E&P's tease with the new strawberry specials was enough to make me want to kick them in the teeth. I was all set to enjoy some strawberry stuffed french toast and I was advised that I couldn't get it with the midnight menu.

What a fucking joke!

Two nights ago, my boy told me that he "adored" me. In true me-like fashion, I started freaking out and semi over analyzing everything. Whats wrong me?! No! Whats wrong with society in general that its considered normal behavior to freak out when someone expresses positive feelings toward you? It's like... hey I really like this guy. He's awesome! He makes me happy. He's the goods. But wait... ew he likes me too? Uhh... what the fuck is that matter with him that he likes me?!

Why do I expect to be treated badly?

It doesn't even have to be in a relationship. Back in February, I did a children's production of Alice in Wonderland. A 6 year old came up to me and told me that I was his favorite part of the show because I was so funny. I couldn't even take that compliment in stride. He's a 6 year old! In 3 months, he won't even remember the performance but here's me signing an autograph for him and thinking to myself, "Dude this kid finds me sneezing the most hilarious thing about this show... wtf is the matter with this kid?"

You know late night TV is bad when the best thing on is Clueless on TBS. I love this movie. And even better is young Paul Rudd. I am fast developing a heavy duty crush on Paul Rudd!

@Oprah opened up a twitter account this afternoon. In the first 10 minutes, she had over 75,000 followers. Lets get a quick update, ok? BRB!

BACK! @Oprah's up to 245,305 in less than a day's worth of activity on Twitter. @aplusk and @CNNbrk thought racing to 1 million followers was a big deal and how long did it take Ashton to accomplish such a feat? I'm willing to bet that by the end of the week, Oprah will kick his ass x2! Just in the amount of time I've typed this, she's already up to 246,134. That's 829 followers in like 10 minutes (I took a time-out to watch Christian pick Cher up and take her to the party on TBS. "Cher! Get in here. What the hell are you wearing?" "A dress!" "Says who?" "Calvin Klein." God, LOVE this movie)!!

I'm spending tomorrow night and Sunday with my hot-as-balls boyfriend. I'm really, really excited! I totally got it bad for this guy, man. Every excuse I can think of to see him or talk to him or text him, I take. Ahh, young love. I'm ridiculous. He says he knows how appreciative I am of him and his time and his consideration, but I don't know if he really understands how important it is to me that I have him in my life. I was talking to a friend about him earlier tonight and caught myself saying, "He's going to have to get rid of me because as far as I'm concerned, he's going to be around for a while."

And just a quick note (so I feel like I'm actually stating an opinion here and OMG I'M STILL WATCHING CLUELESS AND I NEVER REALIZED THAT SHE WALKS BY THE WITCH'S HOUSE IN LA!!!), I don't feel that these nationwide tea parties are necessary. In fact, I think they're a waste of time. All these people are protesting is the fact that their candidate didn't get elected. Hey all you rebels... even if your guy got put in office, you'd still be paying taxes. Quit being stupid and go back to work. Also, FYI: you all look really, really dumb with tea bags pinned to your shirts and taped to your hats. Stop embarrassing our country with your ignorance of our own national history, the Boston Tea Party happened because the people objected to taxation without representation. All you rebels without a clue are represented, you just don't like your representative so you're protesting to get out of work or get on the news or because it just looked like fun when the English did it in London during the G20 Summit.

Or... you don't have a job. In which case, I understand your having some extra time on your hands but go get an interview instead and start being productive. In 4 years, you'll get to be heard again and who knows, maybe then your opinion will be shared by enough people to vote someone into office. Until then, shut the fuck up!

Paul Rudd looks like a Gemini. Nope, just IMDB.com'd him. Definitely an Aries and wow he just turned 40 this year. Holy crap!

O.o Obama's speaking in Port of Spain, Trinidad at the moment. Part of me is sad that I missed some of this speech but that same part is fat on popcorn from watching Clueless all night. Sounds like a good trade after all.

@Oprah's up to 248,478 followers. What a Tweetwhore.

Hi! Sorry, I Missed You... :(

Ok so due to the fact that I've spent every night since last Friday night with my Hot-As-Balls Boyfriend, I've totally fallen off the wagon with the whole post once a day for a year thing...

...and apparently now that I'm somewhat inspired to actually post, blogger is going down for scheduled maintenance in 20 minutes. Ok that's cool...

I don't even really have anything to say. I've found myself with exceptionally little to say lately other than, "yes, I'm feeling better." "No, I don't want to go to work." "Yes, I'm going to work anyway." "I'd rather have a skinny cinnamon dulce latte than a soy caramel machiatto today."

Speaking of Starbucks, dude the Gold Card is PRO! Its like the best $25 I've spent in a while. I'm such an addict that I've already paid for it in the savings I've received by using it. Of course, I've been drinking an exceptional amount of coffee and tea lately with my throat being a wasteland of soreness and awful.

The Penguins beat the Flyers tonight and the Pirates lost to the Astros, seems everything is on track so far. Pittsburgh's Football and Hockey teams are spot on and being awesome while the Pirates are 4 and 4 so far this season. I gotta hand it to Nate McClouth though. The kid is so cute and hopeful that I really hate to make fun of his team. I'm sure I'll get over that by June or July when they go from mediocre to really, really bad.

I haven't been following the news much lately. I'm sure CNN and donlemoncnn miss both me and my tweets. I'll remedy this soon. I do miss my sense of humor.

Carson Daly's new format has grown on me. Him going to his guests instead of his guests coming to him works really well for him. Its much less a late night talk show and much more entertainment. I'm glad he found a good niche for himself.

The cupcakes were such a hit over Easter that I've decided that I want to become a cupcake lady. I got a Betty Crocker "Just Cupcakes" cookbook yesterday and I have what I'm planning to make for my Hot-As-Balls boyfriend's birthday all planned out. I've also decided on what I'm getting him for his birthday, its just a matter of pulling all this off in the matter of about 2 or 3 weeks, I have a headache already.

Anyway, apologies to myself and any reader I ever had... I'll try to be better. Blogger's shutting down on me in like 5 minutes so yeah. You can spank me later.

Cupcakes Make Me Sleepy... Or it Could Have Been the Fact that I Only got 2hrs of Sleep Last Night! Zzz

Easter w/ Boy's family went well but I'm exhausted. Cupcakes were a hit, only 8 left from the 24 I made, taking extras to work tomorrow for my "extended family" to scarf between assisting guests. Boy said he caught his dad sneaking 2 and saying "Jelly beans are flavored! This is really good." The boys there were happy with the taste, the ladies seemed impressed with the presentation. Everyone wins. Was asked 3 or 4 times how long they took. Naturally, I said, "oh only maybe 2 and a half hours from start to finish!"

After sampling, I can definitely say that they were indeed very good and totally a great idea for my first holiday with his family.

Finally met Boy's brother's fiancee. She grew up in Vegas. One would automatically assume that this would give us a lot to talk about. I'd agree if I could have gotten a word in edgewise. She seems really nice and good-hearted though. Per Boy, she takes good care of his brother. Thats all that really matters. She seems sweet.

Throat still obscenely sore. Right ear also hurting. Going to try and schedule another doctor's appt for Wed since Tues plans are already spoken for (hi Boy!).

I'm too tired to take down my hair which is up in a knot. Too many bobby pins, I just want to sleep.

Pirates overthrown and Captain rescued. Movie rights are currently being debated.

Going to go to bed now, typing w/ eyes closed atm in order to preserve energy until crawling into bed. Nothing makes sense right now...

Its a Jelly Belly cupcake garden!!

Considering the fact that this was about the most Martha Stewart baking thing I've ever done, I think they turned out pretty good. Hopefully my boy's family will agree! Anyway... yay Easter. I also spent a ton of $$$ on my boy's Easter basket but God is it so cute!!! Oh man... I love doing stupid stuff like this for the holidays.

See photos of the whole ordeal from start to finish here! :)

This Entry Sucks. At Least I Wrote Something Though. What Did You Do Today?!

Went to see Haunting in Connecticut tonight. Weird movie, not exactly scary. I find a huge lacking in good movies lately. It makes me sad.

My throat is still very sore. Emailed my doctor yesterday to advise and received reply stating I needed to schedule an appointment as the Cipro should have cleared up everything and anything that was wrong with me.

Easter plans changed. Boy and I are no longer going to his parent's place but to his aunt and uncle's instead. His parents are going to meet us there. I decided to bake cupcakes and decorate them to look like flowers. This is the most Martha Stewart thing I've ever attempted so wish me luck with it. I'll post pictures once they're completed. I need to make 2 dozen. My step dad is sort of insisting that he help me. I plan on making a huge mess if thats the case.

Found out today that bananas contain a high amount of tryptophan so eating them before bed has the same effect as eating turkey on Thanksgiving. It puts you to sleep. Basically, its the best midnight snack ever. Also, the potassium helps to prevent cramps. Hizzah!

Boy's coming over tomorrow after work to watch the Penguins game. I'm excited. Its kinda silly that whenever he's not around the only thing I can think about is the next time I get to see him... man I got it bad! I can't help it if I have a great boyfriend... everyone should be jealous of me. Girls in really bad relationships should be really jealous of me.

I'm too tired to keep typing so I'm going to bed. Yay! Bed!

Yo scope my new shades!!!!

This is the kind of dumb shit I get myself into at 2am... tho they're pretty sweet, right? Why the fuck is the resolution on my phone consistently fucked up! Argh!

Anyway, if I can just find that scarf that I think I packed up when I left Vegas, my Jackie O look will be complete! Sweet!

Remember, Remember the Fifth of November...

There's a ton of stuff going on in the news recently but with all the killings and pirates and insanity, I'm strangely left with very little to say.

I'm equally shocked at myself because I think being kidnapped by pirates sounds really, really cool. Granted, I have the mental capacity of a 12 year old so my imagination takes me on a story of peg legs, parrots and bottles of rum. In reality, I know these guys are Somali, wearing jeans and toting machine guns. Its much less romantic than Johnny Depp on the Black Pearl.

After work yesterday, I went home with my hot-as-balls boyfriend and watched V for Vendetta. He'd never seen it so I had to make quick work of remedying that. Every time I watch that movie and it gets to the part where Valerie is telling her story, I cry. Every time, without fail!

There's something incredibly powerful about V for Vendetta that I love so very much and yet, I can't put my finger on it... at first glance, its an action film about a mysterious hero standing up against a Hitler-esque government in a fear-ridden society to wreck revenge for what happened to him in one of its concentration-type camps.

But dig a little deeper into the messages of the movie and you'll find an inspiring tale of one individual being able to make the difference for a higher cause. All it takes is one person to voice their opinions and hordes of people can follow them.

There's also the message of control.

I think its this message that speaks so personally to me. When Evey is black bagged and broken down, she learns that even when you have nothing, you still have yourself; that only you can dictate your own strengths, weaknesses, successes and failures. She finds peace in realizing that death means nothing if you've actually lived your life and the only true failure in life is not living it. Evey realizes that she'd given up her power to fear and reclaimed it while she was in captivity. She ended up making the choice to be wide awake, with no fear of the future and in complete control of her life with a desire to actually live and breathe for herself.

Its inspiring, at least for me. The first few times I saw it, it made me extraordinarily aware of the influences around me that I felt were restrictive and counteractive to how I really wanted to live my own life. It inspired me to make the changes I felt necessary to wake up and reclaim my power.

Orlando called me the other night saying he was in a tight spot. Unfortunately, I could 100% relate to the things he was telling me but when I was tried to coach him on how to get through it, he got angry/hurt and hung up. Not one to chase down an argument, I didn't call back. I'm very troubled since it was obviously my failure at communication that caused this but I'm also too proud to try and reach out to him; although I did text him earlier but don't expect to hear back from him any time soon. Whats even more unfortunate is that I don't think I was wrong. I can't have sympathy for someone who won't help themselves. Orlando's got a very secure place in my heart but if he can't stop to recognize the things in his own life that make him miserable and make the necessary changes to improve his own peace of mind, I can't help him. That's something he's got to do on his own. Its a sort of rite of passage... at least it was for me.

I'm still very troubled, though.

In other news: After the movie (and some extracurricular activities), we went to The Melting Pot in Station Square. This was only my 2nd time to the fondue franchise but his first. As it was my suggestion, I warned him how expensive it would be but he said he didn't care and that it was something he'd been wanting to try anyway. If you've ever been to The Melting Pot, you don't need me to tell you how fantastic our meal was and my choices in entrees and cooking styles was such a hit that he's planning on telling his parents that his birthday dinner is going to be at The Melting Pot. I get the feeling that this won't be the last time I go for fondue. Yum!

The Penguins play the Islanders at 7:30pm tonight. I hope the Islanders get trounced, they lost 9 - nothing the other night... what a disgrace LOL! Although, the Pittsburgh Pirates aren't that much better but they have won 2 of their 3 games so far this season! It'd be nice to get a winning season for all 3 of our local sports teams in 1 year...

Why is my throat still sore? I have 2 more days off after today while my hot-as-balls boyfriend has to work. I think I'll take these extra days to keep resting up although for what, I couldn't tell you. I just want to get better already!

In the meantime, I'm going to watch the game and see if I can't get fired up about something to actually write about it. I used to be good and mean and sarcastic and cynical. Being romantically happy has wrecked all that fast. I really adore my Boy but I sort of miss my sense of humor.

Journal Entry: Today Was a Great Day!

I woke up today at 1pm. I was still feeling a little under the weather having gotten very little sleep and with curlers in my hair. I was very excited! My Boy was totally coming to pick me up in an hour.

Normally, one might expect this to not be a huge deal. I mean, its what couples do... they spend time together. For me, though, it meant liberation! Freedom from the bedsheets that I've been laying (dying) in for the past week.

And oh it was beautiful.

Boy showed up 10 minutes early because he's great. Although I wasn't ready yet, I'd rather him watch me fuss with my hair for 5 minutes instead of me waiting around, wondering where he is for 30. I finally got my hair together so we jumped in his car and headed down to Shadyside to pick up a very specific type of shoe that he'd been wanting.

Following his big purchase, we walked up and down Walnut Street and checked out all the cool little boutiques and stores, I even found a L'Occtaine (it was a big deal because this is Pittsburgh, ok?)! There's a great little store we found called Kards Unlimited. It's sort of a kooky gift, knick-knack store that has everything from Edgar Allen Poe action figures to really super-cool dream journals to pop up sex instruction books and a chalk board coffee table that I had a lot of fun with. Naturally, there's a Starbucks down there too but I restrained myself considering how I've been feeling lately so I was quite proud of myself.

There's also a cool little java house called Cappy's Cafe with green and yellow awning. The only thing wrong with this was that every time I glanced at it, I read Crappy's Cafe. There was a gentleman sitting outside with the most fabulous ascot too... I just wanted to go in and relax for a while.

Boy and I ended up driving around Shadyside for a good hour, enjoying all the different architecture and people/dog watching (apparently its required to have a dog if you live or jog in Shadyside). He's been looking to move out of the shitty North Side for a while so he even picked up a For Rent magazine for future reference. Needless to say, neither of us have spent a ton of time in the area and both of us were really impressed with how trendy it was. We mentioned at the exact same time how much it made us both miss college. Even though neither of us went to school in a place that was quite as hip as Shadyside, it definitely had that "too cool for school" college feel to it (which on a nice spring day was quite refreshing).

We randomly ended up down at the Strip District for about 45 minutes before everything closed down. I almost started haggling with a lady for this neat summer dress I found. She wanted $35 for it. Dude, forget it. I would have paid $20, it was a neat looking dress but I didn't have cash on me anyway so I was sort of bummed. But then everything closed at 4pm, which is total ass!

Boy mentioned that he was burning up and wanted to put on a pair of shorts and start sporting his new kicks. We dropped by his apartment, had some... fun and then realized that the Penguins game was coming on so we needed to think fast for food and a good place to watch the game.

We decided that Bettis' Grille was the place to be, especially because it was like the only thing that was open on the North Shore. Go figure?!

If there was a blemish on my day, this would be it. It wasn't because of the food or the restaurant (both of which were fabulous and I would totally recommend it) but simply because our waitress was actually training a kid named Mike, who was extremely nice, but the waitress was the most obnoxious individual I'd come across in a while... she never even came by to check on us (which was fine because I hated her anyway), she was too busy with the family of 4 at the table next to us whom she spoke with at length (over 45 minutes) about being a vegetarian and how unbelievably difficult it is to be a vegetarian in Pittsburgh and on and on and on and on. I was so elated when that family left in the middle of the 2nd period, I didn't know what to say. If I'd heard this Amber girl say one more time, "Yeah, I don't eat meat," I was going to strangle her. Doesn't she know where she lives?! Yes, its hard to be a vegetarian in Pittsburgh, duh! Shut the fuck up and eat some chili, you idiot.

The game was such a disgrace that Boy and I opted to not stick around to watch the completion of the 3rd period (although, I was pretty proud of Sidney Crosby for getting into a fight!). We decided to go for a nice walk up the Allegheny River instead. To my further excitement, we ran into some ducks along the way so I got to chill with the quack-quacks for a few minutes and watch them splash around (ducks are really fucking cool if you didn't know).

By this time, it was coming up on 7:30pm. Everything in the city was closed since it was Sunday so there was very little other option than to head back home. We did try a quick stop off at the local Barnes & Noble but had just missed them! I was bummed since I was looking forward to a new astrology book and picking up a copy of The Girlfriend's Guide to Hockey (I linked it to prove that its a real book!). I'm quickly finding that I'm going to need The Girlfriend's Guide to Baseball too but I don't think that book's been written yet. :( I might be a lost cause on that one, sorry to my hot-as-balls boyfriend!

We ended up back at my place and watched House reruns on USA until 10:30 or so. Finally, he told me that he was leaving since he has to work tomorrow. Being the total spoiled brat that I am, I was not pleased with this news since I kinda like him... a lot!

He was joking around about calling off tomorrow since its the Pirates first game of the season but he totally won't call off since he's all Mr. Responsible and stuff. I, however, did call off because my temperature went back up almost immediately after he left.

Its just what he does to me, what can I say?

I'm so freaking happy with this dude. There's absolutely nothing about him that I don't like and oh I've been looking for it because I sabotage my relationships really well. He's just everything I ever dreamed Mr. Right would ever be. Its hard not to wait for the other shoe to drop since he's so great but I'm determined to not get in the way of my own happiness. He's very generous and giving and affectionate and wonderful. He's everything I'm not used to.

I'm glad I gave him that second chance back in December. He stood me up on our first "date" and back then I had a very strict "one shot" policy. When he said he was sorry and asked for a raincheck, I believed him and agreed. I'm glad I bent the rules. I guess rules were made to be broken after all.

I Didn't Post Yesterday Because I Was Hanging Out with My Boyfriend! :P

Today, though, my fever officially broke. I've been off of Acetaminophen for a full day and I'm actually going outside tomorrow! Hooray!

I found an online tour guide to Toronto through Mobil. Needless to say, I've been keeping my sick self busy by pouring over it for good ideas on what to do while my boy and I are cruising around the city. Turns out that I picked a great hotel and the Boy is extremely pleased. I'm pretty geeked! I did good! :)

I sort of feel obligated to talk about what happened in Stanton Heights today but I feel bad for trying to verbalize how inherently terrible and tragic this all is. My heart goes out to the officers, their families and especially their children.

Equally, I hope this Richard Poplawski guy hangs for what he did yesterday morning. Some 20-something kid lost his job, got into a fight with his mother and felt the need to kill 3 police officers because of it. I really don't care what was going on in this kid's life, nothing is so horrifying--no disease so disabling that could possibly excuse, justify or defend putting on a bulletproof vest and shooting 2 officers in the head as they crossed the threshold of his mother's home in response to a 911 domestic disturbance call in which the officers had been advised there weren't any weapons present.

Mayor Luke Ravenstahl said it was a very sad and solemn day in Pittsburgh today. Its true. Something I've always loved about this city is the feeling of camaraderie around here. There's nothing Pittsburgh and her citizens can't bounce back from, we're very resilient and supportive people. The city will rally around these 3 families and help them however it can. Its just so unspeakably tragic that it has to be because some 23-year-old idiot lost his temper with his mom.

I only have an hour left before I can take my next dose of Cipro so I better get back in bed. God knows I haven't gotten enough sleep lately. Pfft!

A --'-{@ By Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet

I haven't been out of bed all day but looks like my fever finally broke for sure. The past 5 days have been hell, I'm glad I'm starting to feel better. I spoke to my manager this morning who didn't blame me for taking time off but also didn't make me feel very good about doing it to get healthy either. I mean, I kinda feel bad seeing as how we have no staff at all but what the fuck am I supposed to do??? I have a temperature of 102.3! Sorry, I'm not coming into work.

Besides, I wouldn't wish how I've felt this week on a snake! I don't want to run the risk of giving it to anyone at work. I made my hot-as-balls boyfriend take some Airborn when he was over here visiting me. This flu, viral infection or whatever the hell is wrong with me is no fucking joke man and if someone else I know gets sick because of me... oh man, thats just not good.

I don't like how HLN has taken to calling Casey Anthony "Tot Mom." Its stupid. Pretty much everything on HLN is stupid, come to think of it. Its a 24/7 TV tabloid. TV News is a disgrace, these anchors should be disgusted with themselves since they actually do have control over what they report. Shawn Johnson's perverted stalker isn't exactly current events news, its a bullshit distraction. Also, I don't believe HLN should refer to Shawn Johnson as "Dancing w/the Stars Beauty" when she's like a 4 time Olympic Medal-winning gymnast. What the hell is wrong with these people?

I liked Nancy Grace better when she was on Court TV.

I think I'm switching news allegiances to FOX news. I don't generally care about biased news networks. Where CNN is ultra liberal, FOX is very conservative. What I do care about is the bubble gum stories CNN and NBC and MSNBC have been putting together lately. Octomom was news but Octomom's falling out with her mother is not. The Casey Anthony trial is news, "Tot Mom's" hyperventaltion and requesting valiums when she saw Caylee's body is not news. The Obamas going to London for the G20 Summit and meeting Queen Elizabeth is news. Michelle Obama touching the queen's shoulder is not news!

Do I really need to explain this?!

Actually, after watching FOX News for a while, I think I'll refrain. All these people do is talk over each other and its impossible to hear any facts mixed in with everyone's opinions. I hate these panel discussion shows. Its not reporting anything, its just a bunch of yelling.

My hot-as-balls boyfriend just got off the phone with me. He's so great for calling to check on me while I'm sick! Mid conversation, he goes, "You know I'm totally crazy about you, right?" Then went into how he was feeling inspired so he was going to do some writing tonight and that I was his muse, that he actually had something positive to write about for a change and it was me. Ahh, I can't wait for our Toronto trip! I just booked the room and, unfortunately for them, plan on being a total pain in the ass for the Courtyard Toronto Downtown until I check out. I'm so excited!

He didn't realize that <3 was a heart via text but could pick out a --'-{@ a mile away. Silly boys.

Ugh! My temperature's coming back. Its almost up to 100 again. No more fun for today! Back to bed with me :(

Dear Bacterial/Viral Infection in My Body, GET FUCKED!

I wasn't going to post tonight since I don't seem to have much to talk about other than complain about how miserable I feel. Then I turned on CNN. In less than 5 minutes, I had a topic.

Abuse of "Celebrity Status" disgusts me.

Natalie Cole spent 5 years abusing the fuck out of her body with alcohol, cocaine and heroin. Now, she needs a new kidney or she faces dialysis for the rest of her life. In light of her Larry King interview, dozens of fans have sent emails asking how they can hook a girl up with a new organ.

But the kid who's sick for one reason or another or the guy that was recently in an accident or something isn't good enough for your kidney... right, Sandy from Maryland? Why aren't you emailing them tripping over yourself and knocking down their door to give away your body parts?

This is exactly the brand of stupidity is what makes me hate the American public.

Whats even more disgusting is that she's willing to accept it, even after explaining that there are plenty of people in this country that are in much more dire need than she is. She even went so far to say that if she finds a live donor, she needs to ask them to wait to donate until the end of the year because she's got "stuff to do." She then got a plug for her website so we can all keep "up-to-date on her search for a donor" and then her new album coming out.

Of course, Little Jimmy thats had a chronic condition most of his life but can't find a donor because he doesn't have the same chance to advocate for himself as Natalie Cole does for herself. She spent the last 45 minutes talking about herself, how not necessary a transplant was but no time advocating other than to make a single comment to the tune of:

"There's many more people in need of a transplant than donors available. And that's unfortunately"

Some guy emailed Larry King:

"Add my name to the list of people willing to donate a kidney to Natalie Cole. Her spirit and talent are needed in this world."

Seriously!? Dude, sure Homegirl can sing but, really?!

Martyrs make me sick.

Anyway, moving right along...

I went to the doctor myself today for the first time in almost a year. She asked me what my symptoms were and when I told her, "I'm dying," she laughed at me, told me to pee in a cup and asked if I could be pregnant. When I told her no, she acted like she didn't believe me.

Apparently even when I'm sick with the flu and talking to a woman, I act like a whore.

To her defense, I had just gotten done talking to her about my concerns about my skipped period in February and my really weird one in March. She asked if I'd taken a test and then told me she was going to test me herself.

Because neither myself nor my hot-as-balls boyfriend can tell the difference between 1 line or 2 on a Giant Eagle Brand pregnancy test that's "over 99% accurate" even if the directions are written in Espagnol and have accompanying pictures.

The kicker to all this was, after I peed in my little cup she came back in looking at my file and saying "Interesting... well you're not pregnant."

Dude! Didn't I just say that? I just told you I wasn't pregnant. Sure it doesn't hurt to check, I'm all for checking... my awesome UPMC insurance is paying for all this, but if I just say something don't think I'm a fucking moron, please! I might not know a lot, but I know my body.

So, sorry Mr Anonymous Alaska! No babies today. <3 She ended up sending me on my way with a script for an antibiotic called Cipro which is supposed to be good for both viral and bacterial infections. Its also supposed to be super strong, I think its what they give Anthrax victims. Basically, this antibiotic goes up to my struggling, floundering antibodies and white blood cells and turns them into this:


My immune system is a badass! Well, no its not. It got me sick but its about to go Turbo Booster and under Cipro's guidance will nuke the shit out of the invaders!

I just got a Tweet from DH_Pisces, a random horoscope generator per sign. Here's what it said:

DH_Pisces Your appearance matters more than ever today -- dress right for the job you want.

Well, I'm fucked! If I look like I have pneumonia does that mean I'm actually going to get pneumonia? I don't want pneumonia! My doctor told me I might get it and as of 20 minutes ago, I've developed a cough. Who's stupid idea was it for me to get sick with this crapola anyway?! I'm going to find them... and I'm going to get them. They can deal with this awful disease and lose time at work instead. Man, my paycheck was going to be SO good too!

Wow, I get really angry when I'm sick. I'm probably just bitter that Natalie Cole is going to get a new kidney before my doctor even figures whats wrong with me or I start feeling better.