apparently, today is national pancake day. i just realized i never had those thick american pancakes. something must therefor be missing in my life. i plan to set matters straight in april.
i'll be all over this cinnamon thing. yumyumyum
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
joey zoey
i know i'm very pregnant and about to be married, but i'm afraid i still have a little crush on someone else. someone else being joey cheek.
who?
joey cheek - another u.s. skater who won a gold medal. duh.
anyway, joey is my hero. not only is he a great skater and not only did he win on the 500 meter, but he donated his medal money ($25,000) to right to play, an organization that helps kids in warzones and an initiative of johann olav koss.
who?
koss, maybe the best skater ever, from norway. he won 3 gold medals in lillehammer in '94. he's retired now. seriously - if you don't know who koss is, i don't know what to tell you.
anyway.
forget bode miller and his empty complaint that the olympics are only about money these days. forget chad and his grandmother and forget shani, who is just plain weird. it's all about joey. joey who didn't tell about his donation to be the hero of the day, but to use his 15 minutes of fame to put a great cause in the spotlights.
joey got invited by the dutch skating team to come along on the train ride back to the netherlands. and he accepted. instead of flying back home and getting praised for his achievement in his own country, he stood at the sideline yesterday and watched the dutch medallists getting celebrated in rainy, cold, bumf*ck zwolle (trust me - it's the last place you want to be). and y'all know i have a soft spot for americans visiting the nl (hint). so i have a little crush. and rumor has it that joey has political aspirations. so let me be the first to say:
joey for president!!!
(clicking is fun)
who?
joey cheek - another u.s. skater who won a gold medal. duh.
anyway, joey is my hero. not only is he a great skater and not only did he win on the 500 meter, but he donated his medal money ($25,000) to right to play, an organization that helps kids in warzones and an initiative of johann olav koss.
who?
koss, maybe the best skater ever, from norway. he won 3 gold medals in lillehammer in '94. he's retired now. seriously - if you don't know who koss is, i don't know what to tell you.
anyway.
forget bode miller and his empty complaint that the olympics are only about money these days. forget chad and his grandmother and forget shani, who is just plain weird. it's all about joey. joey who didn't tell about his donation to be the hero of the day, but to use his 15 minutes of fame to put a great cause in the spotlights.
joey got invited by the dutch skating team to come along on the train ride back to the netherlands. and he accepted. instead of flying back home and getting praised for his achievement in his own country, he stood at the sideline yesterday and watched the dutch medallists getting celebrated in rainy, cold, bumf*ck zwolle (trust me - it's the last place you want to be). and y'all know i have a soft spot for americans visiting the nl (hint). so i have a little crush. and rumor has it that joey has political aspirations. so let me be the first to say:
joey for president!!!
(clicking is fun)
Monday, February 27, 2006
the dress, part two
seriously - the hormonal hurricane? soo much fun.
in more exciting news: the hunt for the dress went well! my mom and i behaved splendidly, and we managed to find a dress! however, i needed to order a larger size. the belly (even in 2 months) is/will not (be) the problem, but the milk factory...
okay, let's move on.
so my mom suggested that i would draw a picture of the dress (done that before, won't be a problem) and we would have it made. best idea ever! this way, whether i shrink an inch or gain twenty, it's just a matter of adjustment. unless the ready-to-wear version in a larger size is so big that my belly won't possibly become too big for it. because i have decided that the milk factory has stopped growing. enough's enough. here's to mind power.
anyway, the dress:
few comments: way too much wind blower in this picture (outkast, anyone?) and the green organza bolero will be wrapped tightly around my 'waist' (as in 2 inches above my regular waist - but we're not dwelling on that fact for too long), not hangin' about like here.
if i'm going to have the dress made, i'm thinking that the top could be strapless, or with a really big collar - if that makes sense in my poor english. anyway - i'm thrilled i survived this saturday and i came across something i really like!
in more exciting news: the hunt for the dress went well! my mom and i behaved splendidly, and we managed to find a dress! however, i needed to order a larger size. the belly (even in 2 months) is/will not (be) the problem, but the milk factory...
okay, let's move on.
so my mom suggested that i would draw a picture of the dress (done that before, won't be a problem) and we would have it made. best idea ever! this way, whether i shrink an inch or gain twenty, it's just a matter of adjustment. unless the ready-to-wear version in a larger size is so big that my belly won't possibly become too big for it. because i have decided that the milk factory has stopped growing. enough's enough. here's to mind power.
anyway, the dress:
few comments: way too much wind blower in this picture (outkast, anyone?) and the green organza bolero will be wrapped tightly around my 'waist' (as in 2 inches above my regular waist - but we're not dwelling on that fact for too long), not hangin' about like here.
if i'm going to have the dress made, i'm thinking that the top could be strapless, or with a really big collar - if that makes sense in my poor english. anyway - i'm thrilled i survived this saturday and i came across something i really like!
i want my dad
he needs to give me away and he needs to become a grandfather.
it's freaking not fair -
i don't care i'm whining, this is my blog. so there.
it's freaking not fair -
i don't care i'm whining, this is my blog. so there.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
rock
without me knowing, sarah wrote an e-mail to alo, asking if there was any chance if they could help me get a ticket to the amsterdam jj show. yesterday she told me that dan (of alo) wrote back saying there was a chance he could have a ticket put aside for me. couple of things:
- sarah rocks
- there still is hope
- sarah rocks
- keep your fingers crossed for me
- sarah rocks
seriously - when people do that for you, unasked, that totally rules. thank you, sarah!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
the dress
this saturday, i'm going shopping for a dress for our wedding. because although i'm going to zap my way through that day, that doesn't mean i can't look pretty (with a 6.5 month gut). i'm going shopping with my mom, which will be highly interesting in itself. my mom and i haven't been shopping since the last time, two years ago, when she stormed out of the store and didn't speak to me for an entire month. needless to say, my mom and i shouldn't really be shopping together. we were never any good at it.
it probably started as soon as i started to develop my 'own' taste. 'own' is exaggerated, because i was at that age where you and all your peers want to look the same. anyway, the way i remember it, my first shopping drama with my mom was when i was 14 and i needed a new winter coat. it was the eighties and i wanted a coat that i could zip the arms off of, so that it would transform into a body warmer (i told you it was the eighties!). my mom on the other hand wanted me to buy this incredibly dull and in my eyes childish, blue, plain coat with a horrible hoody on it (so not what you wanted back then), with a fake fur lining. we argued about this dilemma, until my mom started crying really loud in the middle of the store. my mom has no shame. which is awesome, except when it's not. so she won the first battle.
a gazillion battles later, with wins and losses on both sides, we haven't gotten any wiser. my mom just threw my boots in the trash when i wouldn't, in return i wore a skirt that barely covered my ass to her uncles funeral, just to piss her off. this was all well past my eighteenth birthday.
the thing is, my mom thinks that one style only is good for me: the cover it all up style. she wants my skirts far below the knee, my blazers over my ass, same for sweaters, tops should have a high neckline and definitely not be too tight - apparently i have boobs for nothing - and to make the picture complete, everything should be blue, grey, brown or black. but that's not the worst part. the worst part is, is that she will tell me that i'm too fat for anything that doesn't fit the cover-it-all-up category. in the middle of the store. loud enough for others to hear. i love my mom, but i have always resented that. i mean - she said this when i was actually fat, but also when i actually absolutely wasn't. yes i have hips the size of china and no, my ankles will never be ballet dancer material. that doesn't mean i have to put on a freaking burka. get over it!
ANYWAY.
i sent my mom a picture of a dress that i think would be appropriate for the wedding. nothing white (because really, the whole virginity thing is so not going to fly), but i was thinking green velvet and silk, strapless, with an organza blouse/coat/dressy kind of thing over it. in the same color. totally not too sexy, because hey, i've been sexy enough considering i'm going to deliver a baby. but not something that makes me look like i'm on my way to the market in the center of bagdad either. something nice, or so i thought.
because according to my mom, i 'have to be realistic' and wear nothing that you can 'see through' (the organza thing). a 'business-like but festive suit' would be 'far more appropriate'. "but mom, i would like something that says: let's celebrate". "but you're pregnant, honey". apparently, now that i'm pregnant, it's not appropriate to celebrate.
are you still reading this? really? my compliments.
to make this long story a little shorter: next saturday will be interesting. very interesting. because frankly, now that i'm going to be a mother myself, and now that i'm a hormonal time bomb, i really don't feel like getting what she wants, just to make her happy. I'M getting married. and i plan to do that only once. so i'd like to wear something that I feel good in. i'll keep you posted...
it probably started as soon as i started to develop my 'own' taste. 'own' is exaggerated, because i was at that age where you and all your peers want to look the same. anyway, the way i remember it, my first shopping drama with my mom was when i was 14 and i needed a new winter coat. it was the eighties and i wanted a coat that i could zip the arms off of, so that it would transform into a body warmer (i told you it was the eighties!). my mom on the other hand wanted me to buy this incredibly dull and in my eyes childish, blue, plain coat with a horrible hoody on it (so not what you wanted back then), with a fake fur lining. we argued about this dilemma, until my mom started crying really loud in the middle of the store. my mom has no shame. which is awesome, except when it's not. so she won the first battle.
a gazillion battles later, with wins and losses on both sides, we haven't gotten any wiser. my mom just threw my boots in the trash when i wouldn't, in return i wore a skirt that barely covered my ass to her uncles funeral, just to piss her off. this was all well past my eighteenth birthday.
the thing is, my mom thinks that one style only is good for me: the cover it all up style. she wants my skirts far below the knee, my blazers over my ass, same for sweaters, tops should have a high neckline and definitely not be too tight - apparently i have boobs for nothing - and to make the picture complete, everything should be blue, grey, brown or black. but that's not the worst part. the worst part is, is that she will tell me that i'm too fat for anything that doesn't fit the cover-it-all-up category. in the middle of the store. loud enough for others to hear. i love my mom, but i have always resented that. i mean - she said this when i was actually fat, but also when i actually absolutely wasn't. yes i have hips the size of china and no, my ankles will never be ballet dancer material. that doesn't mean i have to put on a freaking burka. get over it!
ANYWAY.
i sent my mom a picture of a dress that i think would be appropriate for the wedding. nothing white (because really, the whole virginity thing is so not going to fly), but i was thinking green velvet and silk, strapless, with an organza blouse/coat/dressy kind of thing over it. in the same color. totally not too sexy, because hey, i've been sexy enough considering i'm going to deliver a baby. but not something that makes me look like i'm on my way to the market in the center of bagdad either. something nice, or so i thought.
because according to my mom, i 'have to be realistic' and wear nothing that you can 'see through' (the organza thing). a 'business-like but festive suit' would be 'far more appropriate'. "but mom, i would like something that says: let's celebrate". "but you're pregnant, honey". apparently, now that i'm pregnant, it's not appropriate to celebrate.
are you still reading this? really? my compliments.
to make this long story a little shorter: next saturday will be interesting. very interesting. because frankly, now that i'm going to be a mother myself, and now that i'm a hormonal time bomb, i really don't feel like getting what she wants, just to make her happy. I'M getting married. and i plan to do that only once. so i'd like to wear something that I feel good in. i'll keep you posted...
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
useless information
i just found out that the woman who founded in 'n' out burger with her husband, was named esther. ha - i laugh in the face of coincidence.
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