MY ROOMMATES AND I GOT A PUPPY!!!
She is a beautiful pomeranian-poodle mix and I just want to squeeze her and bite her and throw her and catch her and roll her over aaaannndddd AAAHHH!!! She is smart and playful and feisty and absolutely perfect.
The entire ambience of our apartment has changed. Everyone is happier and everything is just full of joy and love and pink clouds and ponies and rainbows and cotton candy and butterflies!
See my profile picture ---> for a glimpse of this cutie.
We still need a name though! Thoughts?
A HUGE Cheers,
Cheryl
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
quick though #9
Johnny or Jesus and I always pick the former.
F*ck.
Just feeling like one, big, fat, fa-q. <^>
A NYE rager is in order this year, me thinks.
F*ck.
Just feeling like one, big, fat, fa-q. <^>
A NYE rager is in order this year, me thinks.
Friday, December 18, 2009
loves it.
oh Broadway,
what a G.
I was looking at a map of New York City today. I have often looked at maps of the fabulous city I live in, but today, for some reason, I noticed "Broadway."
Have you ever noticed "Broadway"? Today, I did.
It slices its way everso cunningly and recklessly through the whole of Manhattan, oblivious to the fact that it has just ruined the perfect grid that is New York City's streets and avenues. It is the most powerful of all diagonal lines and shows its omnipresence to all who wander into arguably the greatest city in the world. I wonder how "Broadway" came about. Who was the genius that decided to insert a misshapen chaotic monster of a road into the neatly placed horizontal streets and vertical avenues?
How incredibly mind-boggling.
Cheers,
Cheryl
what a G.
I was looking at a map of New York City today. I have often looked at maps of the fabulous city I live in, but today, for some reason, I noticed "Broadway."
Have you ever noticed "Broadway"? Today, I did.
It slices its way everso cunningly and recklessly through the whole of Manhattan, oblivious to the fact that it has just ruined the perfect grid that is New York City's streets and avenues. It is the most powerful of all diagonal lines and shows its omnipresence to all who wander into arguably the greatest city in the world. I wonder how "Broadway" came about. Who was the genius that decided to insert a misshapen chaotic monster of a road into the neatly placed horizontal streets and vertical avenues?
How incredibly mind-boggling.
Cheers,
Cheryl
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
my dad cracks me up.
blackberry messaging
is always more fun with daddy.
I know I always post tidbits of conversations between me and my parents and I know people don't really care what words are exchanged between my folks and I, but this conversation was particularly amusing:
Me: I'm going into the war room now daddy.
Daddy: Ok. Pls be sure to wear a helmet and bulletproof vest.
Daddy: And stay low.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! For those of you who don't get the hilarity behind what he said, it's probably because you don't know what a "war room" is. Basically, it's just a remote space where attorneys (litigators and whoever else is needed) and their clients can meet to discuss the case and strategies and whatever else is relevant before they go into court. They're usually set-up when convening at a firm's permanent office is inconvenient or impossible.
I love Daddy and his imagination. I blog about him quite a bit, don't I?
Cheers,
Cheryl
is always more fun with daddy.
I know I always post tidbits of conversations between me and my parents and I know people don't really care what words are exchanged between my folks and I, but this conversation was particularly amusing:
Me: I'm going into the war room now daddy.
Daddy: Ok. Pls be sure to wear a helmet and bulletproof vest.
Daddy: And stay low.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! For those of you who don't get the hilarity behind what he said, it's probably because you don't know what a "war room" is. Basically, it's just a remote space where attorneys (litigators and whoever else is needed) and their clients can meet to discuss the case and strategies and whatever else is relevant before they go into court. They're usually set-up when convening at a firm's permanent office is inconvenient or impossible.
I love Daddy and his imagination. I blog about him quite a bit, don't I?
Cheers,
Cheryl
quick thought #8
I have 6 drafts of posts that have yet to be completed. Writing extensively about a thought you had a month ago is really difficult. Let's not let our once-brilliant ideas fade away into the dust...
I must finish these.
I must finish these.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
f*ck you very much.
this would be "thank you very much"s
rebellious older cousin, I'd say.
My parents picked me up from my NYC apartment one weekend to bring me home to Jersey. On the car ride home, my father proceeded to ask me questions about what I did over the weekend (rage, what else?) and with whom I did these activities. I'm usually pretty good about answering all his questions, since I know much too well what it feels like to be curious about unnecessary things, so I rattled off answer after answer. At one point however, I retorted with, "Whyyy daddy??? You wouldn't know even if i told you!" He got slightly peeved and told me that was a horrible way to carry-on a conversation and that it was rude and impolite and curt aaand... get my drift?
A few days later, I met up with him to have lunch and he kept answering all my questions with "Why? You wouldn't know even if i told you." He was clearly mocking me, as he so often does. See, the thing is, my dad always responds with "I can't tell you" to MY questions so I attempted to equate my brusque response to his. Here is what he said:
Daddy: "Jinjin, let's say I had a meeting with a client."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Daddy: "Let's say the next day, another client asked what I did with client A."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Daddy: "If I said to him, 'I can't tell you... but would you like to set-up a meeting with me next week to find out?' then I may have just made another business opportunity for myself."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Daddy: "But, let's say I said to client B, 'Why do you wanna know? You wouldn't know even if I told you!' then client B would just go, 'F*ck you very much!' and I'll be in deep sh*t!"
Me: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!!!"
The end.
Haha, jk. The moral of his story is that... I don't really know. I just never heard anyone say "f*ck you very much!" and the way my dad said it was hilarious.
Cheers,
Cheryl
PS: I DO know the moral of the story and the lesson my daddy was trying to teach me; I just don't care to elaborate on it 'cus I trust that my readers are wise enough to understand. Don't fail me, readers.
rebellious older cousin, I'd say.
My parents picked me up from my NYC apartment one weekend to bring me home to Jersey. On the car ride home, my father proceeded to ask me questions about what I did over the weekend (rage, what else?) and with whom I did these activities. I'm usually pretty good about answering all his questions, since I know much too well what it feels like to be curious about unnecessary things, so I rattled off answer after answer. At one point however, I retorted with, "Whyyy daddy??? You wouldn't know even if i told you!" He got slightly peeved and told me that was a horrible way to carry-on a conversation and that it was rude and impolite and curt aaand... get my drift?
A few days later, I met up with him to have lunch and he kept answering all my questions with "Why? You wouldn't know even if i told you." He was clearly mocking me, as he so often does. See, the thing is, my dad always responds with "I can't tell you" to MY questions so I attempted to equate my brusque response to his. Here is what he said:
Daddy: "Jinjin, let's say I had a meeting with a client."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Daddy: "Let's say the next day, another client asked what I did with client A."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Daddy: "If I said to him, 'I can't tell you... but would you like to set-up a meeting with me next week to find out?' then I may have just made another business opportunity for myself."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Daddy: "But, let's say I said to client B, 'Why do you wanna know? You wouldn't know even if I told you!' then client B would just go, 'F*ck you very much!' and I'll be in deep sh*t!"
Me: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!!!"
The end.
Haha, jk. The moral of his story is that... I don't really know. I just never heard anyone say "f*ck you very much!" and the way my dad said it was hilarious.
Cheers,
Cheryl
PS: I DO know the moral of the story and the lesson my daddy was trying to teach me; I just don't care to elaborate on it 'cus I trust that my readers are wise enough to understand. Don't fail me, readers.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
november 30th, 1986.
is the date my parents
decided to spend an eternity together.
I'm a day late, but I just wanted to post a congratulatory message to the 'rents on their 23-year anniversary. This year is special because they dated for 7 years before they got married, so technically, this is their 30-year anniversary! Wowza.
Me: Watcha doin' mama?
Mommy: Writing a love letter.. hehe
Me: To who? Daddy??
Mommy: Yes.. my love of 30 years.
Me: Wow... thirty years!!!
Mommy: Yep.. even after 30 years, he still makes me laugh and I'm still sexy in his eyes~~ not bad huh?? ;)
I laughed for quite a while after she said this to me. She then tells me she hopes my brother and I find soulmates too. Man, the topic of marriage is ever-present around me lately. One of my best friends from high school set his wedding date for next June, I bumped into an old friend, who got married recently, shopping with her husband on Black Friday, and yet another friend from church is getting married in April. Not to mention, all my old male-friends from high school (who I thought were never going to grow up) have serious girlfriends and brought them out to our reunion over Thanksgiving! What is this world coming to?! Why are my ALL my girlfriends and I still single?!
Don't get me wrong. I am so extremely happy for those who've found "love." I just wish "love" would find it in itself to find me too...
Cheers,
Cheryl
decided to spend an eternity together.
I'm a day late, but I just wanted to post a congratulatory message to the 'rents on their 23-year anniversary. This year is special because they dated for 7 years before they got married, so technically, this is their 30-year anniversary! Wowza.
Me: Watcha doin' mama?
Mommy: Writing a love letter.. hehe
Me: To who? Daddy??
Mommy: Yes.. my love of 30 years.
Me: Wow... thirty years!!!
Mommy: Yep.. even after 30 years, he still makes me laugh and I'm still sexy in his eyes~~ not bad huh?? ;)
I laughed for quite a while after she said this to me. She then tells me she hopes my brother and I find soulmates too. Man, the topic of marriage is ever-present around me lately. One of my best friends from high school set his wedding date for next June, I bumped into an old friend, who got married recently, shopping with her husband on Black Friday, and yet another friend from church is getting married in April. Not to mention, all my old male-friends from high school (who I thought were never going to grow up) have serious girlfriends and brought them out to our reunion over Thanksgiving! What is this world coming to?! Why are my ALL my girlfriends and I still single?!
Don't get me wrong. I am so extremely happy for those who've found "love." I just wish "love" would find it in itself to find me too...
Cheers,
Cheryl
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