Why Is It?

Why is it that when you forget to go to the bathroom before you leave for your 45 minute drive home you have to go really bad 5 minutes into the drive?

Why is it that when you have to pee, you see that you don't have enough gas to make it home?

Why is it that is precisely when your phone rings and you start talking forgetting to stop at the gas station which happens to be the last one before you hit the highway?

Why is it then you get off the phone you start to look for the gas station you have to go all over until you finally find one, oh and did I mention it is now pouring?

Why is it that when you finally get the gas and are finally back on route to home, the freeway (that normally actually isn't too bad, because you are going the opposite way of all the other traffic) is backed up for miles?

Why is it that when you finally make it to your driveway, and start to try to unlock the door to your house that you seem to fumble and can't get the damn key into the lock?

Why is it that when you finally unlock the door and are about to reach the bathroom that is when your bladder decides to release, so you fumble with your pants get them off and finally get to go?

Why is it that is when you finally get to go it is BEST feeling EVER!!!

I know TMI, but why why why...

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The Memorial

Yesterday was my Papou's memorial. In the Greek culture you do 40 days of mourning and then you have a memorial. It was held at the Greek Orthodox church near my fathers house. It was a beautiful day yesterday, high 70s, close to 80 even. I was so happy we had it this past weekend instead of the weekend before when we had the Spring Nor'easter.



It just felt right, yesterday, I don't know, maybe it was just that I had longed for the sun for so long that I felt its beauty yesterday, or maybe it was just that I felt that my yaya and papou were watching us yesterday, together looking down and smiling on us.

Melissa came with me, which was really nice. We dressed in our Sunday best I actually wore a skirt and I have to say I bought the skirt last summer and it was a little big (woo hoo). Anyway, we get to my fathers house around 10:30 am, my siblings are already there, and my (ex) step mother is there (outside). My father and his girlfriend Katarina came out and we all walked to the church. We get to the church and it is the final part of the Sunday service. We go inside (when they tell us it is okay to go)and we sit in our pews (well actually we stand, Greek Orthodox stand for EVERYTHING and for long periods of time).

Melissa and I sit/stand and listen to the service, half of it is in Greek and half in English, the Greek Papa (priest) was talking about how our country is in such a rough place right now and how we need to remember to love one another during these hard times. It was a nice service I haven't been to church in years and usually its for a wedding if I go. We are listening to the service and I lean over to Melissa and say "is it sacrilegious to think the Papa is kind of cute?" Melissa looks at me, and goes, "you are so going to Hell". Well he was.

The Greek Papa's can marry as long as they do it before they are ordained, so they are NOT celibate, it's actually funny the last year of the seminary, they are out looking for wives. Of course, Melissa and I were trying to behave, but I think we are both going to hell after yesterday, we were right next to the windows and we were just waiting for the bolt of lightening to come right through. It was all in fun and we were respectful. They finish the service and begin the memorial, it wasn't just for us, there were a few other people that were being remembered, this part was pretty much in Greek, I lean again to Melissa and ask "is this the memorial?" She looks at me like I have 2 heads, "um, hello in Greek I don't know." "Oh yeah, sorry wrong person to ask Dee dee dee."

They finish the memorial and it was a beautiful prayer and service. we all leave and go back to my fathers house, my (ex) step mother doesn't go to the house, we were laughing because my mother would've come as well, but she had to work. So I said to my father, wow you would've had all your ladies with you. When introducing them he would've said, "This is my first ex-wife, this is my second ex-wife and this is my future ex-wife" We laughed and I would've paid money to see him with all three (what a picture that would've been).

All in all I have to say it was a perfect day. I hope my Papou, and my Yaya are at peace and happy wherever they are. I know they are watching us and making sure that we are okay. I miss you Yaya & Papou, I want you to know that I am doing really well and I am really happy. Thank you for all you have given me throughout my life. I will hold those memories and knowledge with me for a life time. If I ever have children (or when I become an aunt) I will teach them what you taught me. Thank you for coming from Greece when I was sick and helping to take care of me. I wish I could've done more when you were sick. I love you so much.

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The Landlord

UPDATE: For some reason this clip wasn't working, I think I've fixed it now.
I'm sure many of you have seen this, but I had to post it. It is too cute, the little girl is Will Ferrell's partner (in the video) daughter. It is funny and I think we could all use a little laughter right now. Enjoy your weekend and remember to hug and tell the people around you how much they mean to you.

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Like Kissing a Juicy Tomato

A little while back RSM wrote about her first crush which turned into her first kiss. This post reminded me of my first kiss (I even mention it in her comments), so I thought I'd share my first real kiss. I wanted to wait until I found this...




He's the guy on the left, the blonde and his name is Keith Parsons. That picture was taken probably in 1988 or 1989 we were in 8th grade and he was walking with Damien (or Domminick can't remember) I was behind with a camera called out their names and got this shot.

I remember how cute Keith was, he had thick beautiful lips, blonde hair and a great ass for a 13-14 year old. I had known Keith since like 6th grade and I remember one time we went to the roller skating ring when we were either in 6th or 7th grade (Hey don't judge you know you went roller skating back then too, this is the 80s you know). Well my friend Christy Roberts and I had gone skating and he was there, when her father came to pick us up, Keith bummed a ride from us, of course we had to beg Christy's dad, "he only lives up the street dad" So he agreed to take Keith home.

Keith sat inbetween Christy and myself, I remember him holding my hand, then his hand was on my knee and then on my thigh, I was thinking OMG what is he doing, I remember feeling a tingling sensation through me. I had never had a boy touch my thigh, ack what do I do??? I didn't move an inch I tell ya, but wait, his hand isn't sitting still on my thigh on no, it's moving. Well next thing I know that hand is on top of my holy of holiest areas (above the pants people get your mind out of the gutter). OH MY GOD he just put his hand on my coochie pop, I wasn't frozen anymore oh no, I grabbed his hand and put it back on his leg. I was all red from embarrassment and not knowing what to do. We got to Keith's house and he got out, he didn't say much and neither did I. I just pretended that it didn't happen, until we got back to Christy's where I told her what just happened. She was like OMG no way. So of course we go over it again and agian, the next day at school Keith barely said two words to me.

It took a little while but we both sort of forgot about it, and became friends again, somethings best left unsaid. Well a year or two go by and we get a little older and we sort of like each other. One day I had to go to a friends house which was walking distance from our middleschool (Junior High as we called it), so he said he would walk me there. We go past the Circle K (my friend lived right behind) and Keith says to me, "Come here" well here was behind a big ol garbage bin, the kind that stores/restuarants use. He grabs me and kisses me, I'm thinking Holy Crap my first real kiss, but then I realize, wait this is really gross. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and all this saliva is kind of dripping on my chin (I knew I didn't know what the hell I was doing but he certainly had NO CLUE whatsoever). We kiss, or something for a short time, we stop and he says, "I'll call you later". I reply, "Yeah sure um, okay" very confused and very grossed out. I remember walking the rest of the way to my friends house, wiping my chin for what seemed like an eternity, thinking to myself if this is what french kissing is all about, I don't want to ever do it again, it's like kissing a juicy tomato and to this day that's how I describe that first kiss. Not until I went to highschool and had my first real boyfriend whose name was also Keith did I experience my first good kiss. I told that Keith, "I don't french kiss", and he's like "what do you mean you don't kiss?" So I told him about my last experience my only experience with the "French Kiss" and he laughs and says, "I promise it is not supposed to be like that." I was hesitant but decided to try it one more time and this time was WAY better then the first. Thank god for that, cuz now I love to kiss and I have to say I've been told I'm a pretty damn good kisser. Kissing is great, long slow kisses. ((sigh))

Nothing ever really came with the first Keith (Parsons) but we remained friends for a little while, there is a funny side story about that kiss and the highschool girl he was dating when he kissed me, but that's for another time. (I didn't know he was seeing someone else). Ah so long ago.

Please share with me your first kiss I'd love to hear about it.

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I wanna be sedated

I was driving into work this morning and on the radio was The Ramones' song I Wanna be Sedated. This song reminds me of a guy I used to know when I lived in Arizona.

I was about 19 years old and I was attending Scottsdale Community College. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, or be so I took the Community College route first. I met this guy name Lou. Ah Lou, he was probably in his early 20s and what a guy he was. Lou had a shaved head, and a goatee (full dark and sexy) wore a leather jacket and doc martins. He also had a bone in his ear, a spacer if you must, but it was made out of bone, (I never did ask what kind of bone, some things best not said).

He was sexy as hell, and though he looked rough, he was gentle as a lamb, and funny. He would sing this song all the time, and he once told me a funny story about him having to go to the dentist and was singing that song and the dentist was like hey you like The Ramones too, Lou was shocked that a dentist would know who they were and said, "yeah but what I really want is to be sedated for this", (half jokingly) so the dentist said something like, "sure a Ramones' fan, why not", and proceeded to give him some laughing gas, (the story was so much better told by Lou and also it was many years ago so I don't remember exactly how it went). But I remember thinking damn cool dentist. He always had funny stories, and situations that have happened to him. But Lou also lived a hard life before coming to Arizona.

I remember one time a few of us were on Mill Ave. which is right next to ASU and we were walking down the street and all of a sudden a car backfired and Lou was on the ground. I mean seriously he jumped up in the air, and was down on the ground before any of us knew what the hell happened. We all jumped from the noise since the car was right next to us when it backfired, but none of us except for Lou hit the ground. It was hysterical to see this guy that looks so tough drop to the ground because of a car backfiring. He wasn't a guy who was a pussy by any means and he wasn't scared to get into a fight, you see Lou grew up and lived in some really bad parts of Ohio, where I guess drive bys and gun shots were not that uncommon. But, it had been a few years since he lived there, and he still was not used to NOT hearing gun shots, I guess he was a little shell shocked.

He got himself up from the ground, and just started laughing, that was the kind of guy he was, he could laugh at himself and realize hello I'm the only one on the ground, I look silly, but you could see in his eyes that he had seen some rough stuff before.

The first time Lou kissed me, was a kiss I'll probably never forget not because it was absolutely wonderful (it was pretty good) but because it was a weird kiss to say the least, he bit my lip (upper lip not bottom) and sucked on my tongue (that was a new one for me) and I think if I'm remembering this correctly even licked my teeth or something I know sounds gross but it wasn't too bad. It was a gentle sucking on my tongue and it felt pretty good actually, the licking of my teeth and biting the upper lip well that was odd. But the rest was pretty good.

Nothing more ever came between Lou and I, it just wasn't the right time and he had a lot of demons he still needed to work through. I lost touch with Lou, I moved away from Arizona shortly after that, and life takes over. I hope he worked through everything and is a happy person now. But every time I hear I Wanna Be Sedated I think of Lou, good memories. There are other songs that do that for me as well, bring me back to a certain time and place in my life. Are there songs out there that do that for you as well, if so tell me about it in the comments.

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no oh oh oh oh

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
oh oh oh oh

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no oh oh oh oh

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no oh oh oh oh

Ba-ba-bam-ba ba-ba-ba-bam-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bam-ba ba-ba-ba-bam-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bam-ba ba-ba-ba-bam-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bam-ba ba-ba-ba-bam-ba I wanna be sedated

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Spring Nor'easter

What a couple of crazy days/nights we've had here with this spring nor'easter (isn't that an oxymoron, aren't nor'easters supposed to occur during winter not SPRING!!! can you tell I'm a little bitter?)


My mother the crazy kook that she is, loves storms like this, and was like a kid in a candy store watching, taping and taking pictures of this storm.

I have posted a few pictures and a couple videoes of this storm. They said that tonight the surf would be the worst because of the high tide we will be having. They said it could possibly (probably) be one of the biggest high tides we've ever had, due to the storm and that it is a new moon. It is all very exciting and quite frightening all at the same time. See I've never liked storms, especially thunder storms. It all goes back to when I was a young child (a story for a different time I promise). Up until I was about 9 years old, every time we had a bad storm oh hell a small one didn't matter, I would vomit from fear. So needless to say, even though I am much much older and I understand all about storms, I still don't like them very much and pretend that they are not happening.

But not my mother oh no, she will go outside and she will film the waves, and take of them, as well as things she finds, which is good for me so I can post these and share with you.

Last night the wind blew so hard, that the house was actually shaking and my bed was rattling, it felt like little mini earthquakes not a pleasant feeling at all. One wave that hit the wall on Sunday night the spray from it actually hit my mother's window (yes I live with my mother right now, that too is another story but we get along great and it is working out for both of us). Our house is about 20-30 feet back from the water, and at least 15-20 feet up from the shore, so you can imagine the size of that wave.

Plus a car that was parked on the road that is next to the beach was pushed, or lifted by the water 2-3 feet from where it was parked. It is now parked on the sidewalk, the neighbors said that they must be out of town because the car had not moved in a couple of days. Another girl finally moved her car away from the shore and as she was moving it a wave came over the wall and a rock hit her car and smashed her back window, poor girl that sucks.

It has definitely been a couple of crazy days/nights and I'm really so ready for Spring/Summer but I don't think we are even close to the warm weather, which makes me re-think this whole moving back to my home state from Florida. My ideal situation would be 6 months here, 6 months somewhere warm, yes I want to be a snowbird, we always complain about them, but damn it they have it made. Enjoy the pictures and video. Click on any picture and it will bring you to more pictures, I've also linked some words for other pictures.

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Marathon Monday

UPDATE: Fulvio has finished the race and he did DAMN GOOD. See below for his stats.

Today is the Boston Marathon and I have a very special bond to this marathon. I have someone running for the lymphoma/leukemia fund and he is running in my name (and others as well who have either won or lost the battle with these 2 diseases).

His name is Fulvio #20867 and if you want to see how he is doing, you can track him at the Boston Athletic Association's website. You just have to enter in Fulvio's number and you can see how he's doing.

Fulvio ran this marathon last year as well, and it brought tears to my eyes, to think that there are people out there that care so much for me. Fulvio works with my mother and he is an amazing guy. I thank you so much for doing this again this year Fulvio and I wish I could be there at the finish line to give you a GREAT BIG HUG!!!
You are an inspiration and I wish you good luck today, because I know how hard it is to run on a clear day and today the weather is BAD, rain, wind and cold. Please be careful.

Thanks again!

#20867, Fulvio 48M,

STATS:

5k - 0:25:35
10k - 0:50:02
15k - 1:14:25
20k - 1:39:07
Half - 1:44:26
25k - 2:03:40
30k - 2:30:17
35k - 2:57:49
40k - 3:24:41

Pace - 0:08:17
Official Time - 3:36:51

RANK

Overall: 7191
Gender: 5786
Division: 2275

Not bad at all I have to say, considering the weather he did FANTASTIC. Thanks again Fulvio you are the best, I appreciate you doing this for me and for others who have battled lymphoma or leukemia. Maybe someday we can eliminate Cancer all together, with people like you and others who give up so much of their own time and for the people who sponser and donate. THANK YOU FROM ALL OF US.

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Vicodinland

Sorry I haven't posted in a little while, my internet connection at home has been down and you know how hard it is to get a real person on the phone to fix it. So I'm posting at work today.

Well, Monday was a great day (insert sarcasm) I had one of the worse migraines I've had in a long time, I've been getting them more frequently lately and Monday's was a real bad one. I have a doctors appointment next week so hopefully he can figure out what the hell is going on in my head. (Well I might need a different doctor for that one). Then to top off such a great Monday, I had my 2nd part of my root canal. All went great until all the novicaine wore off at about 11pm, then OMG the pain. I have a very high tolerance for pain, but this was way beyond anything that I've experienced recently. So I popped a whole bunch of Advil so I could try to sleep, yeah that didn't work so well. I actually dreamt about my pain, in my dreams I was in pain. So needless to say Monday SUCKED ASS!!!!

But that's okay, cuz on Tuesday I called the dentist and told him Advil ain't cutting it and so they called me in a prescription for vicodin. It's only 5mg but let me tell you, that 5mg sure as hell helped to get the pain down to where it is tollerable, (unless you accidently eat something on that side. HOLY MOTHER FUCKER that hurts).

So hopefully the worse part is over, and now I just have to get the tooth posted and put a crown on it, which isn't too bad.

By the way there is a funny bit that Bill Engval does about Vicodin and when he had taken a pill during a vacation in the bahamas. If you have yahoo, or iTunes you probably can find it there, unfortunately I couldn't find a link to play it on here.

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Someone wants to talk to the person who is going to win his pants

Being that yesterday was April Fool's Day and a few people wrote about their experiences with this said Prank Day I thought I'd share the worst prank played on me by my very best friend Melissa when we were 14 years old. It wasn't on April 1st but still a good prank nevertheless. We laugh about it now.

So I guess I have to admit something to go on with this story, I was a HUGE New Kids on the Block fan and I loved Donnie Wahlberg. Melissa loved Jonathan Knight. I had all of their posters plastered on my walls and on my ceilings. We were fans and crazy teenagers when it came to them.

One of the teen mags I think BOP was having this contest where you could win Donnie's pants that he signed and designed or something. Though I never actually entered the contest I got a phone call from someone from BOP magazine saying that I was the lucky winner. I mentioned to this person, but I didn't enter this contest and she quickly stated, yes but a friend did for you, knowing how much you loved Donnie. I being young and naive didn't think this was odd

So as any 14 year old girl would be, I was absolutely ecstatic, and freaking out. Then this woman goes on to say to me that there is a person here that would like to talk to the winner of the person who has won his pants. Well you can only imagine now that I am more then freaking out. I remember going into my mother's room hyperventilating, because I was going to be talking to none other then the love of my life who was going to talk to me and instantly fall in love with me DONNIE WAHLBERG!!! I remember pacing my room going Oh my god, oh my god. Thinking what do I say, how am I going to be all cool and sound older then I really am. My mother was telling me to calm down, the woman on the phone was asking me if I was ready. I tell this woman, ah okay. She says, "hold on a moment" I don't think I breathed for the next minute. She hands the phone to someone and I hear HI (not Donnie's voice, not even a man's voice) oh no I hear my best friends voice, or should I say EX Best friend. It's this high pitched, like GOTTCHA!!! HI. I literally screamed and threw my cordless phone across the room.

My mother runs in and says "what what happened?" Red in the face, I reply, "It-it was Melissa". Needless to say I didn't think it was that funny. It took me awhile to get over it, and I don't think I talked to her for a few days. But I got over it and then I find out that the woman pretending to be the person from BOP magazine was actually her mother, THANKS KATHY!!! What a cruel joke to play on a young girl in love with Donnie Wahlberg. But now 18 years later, I sit here remembering like it was yesterday laughing at myself as I write this because of the things we took so serious when we were younger and damn Melissa for getting me good. You know I don't ever think I repaid her for that prank. Maybe someday.

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