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| Wearing a hat keeps me warm, even if it's not that cold. I'll look ridiculous if I can be spared that dreadful head/earache I get from being windblown too long.
Tiger Woods should just call it a day and move away. He could trade that yacht for his own island and have some left over for a little cottage. I don't know what's going on but I do know a lot of private stuff will be public very soon.
After a week of back-to-back bouts of food poisoning I am pretty sure food poisoning could be a great torture tool.
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| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OsTUnkqSi4
I love this song.
I found it in an article about Kristen Stewart. Yes I'm a little embarrassed to be caught reading about Kristen Stewart.
But it's worth it to add this song to my playlist.
By the way I can't find lyrics... I know it can't be "obama".. it's probably "momma".... still... awesome. 
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| ok. first, I do not have children and children are probably not in the cards for awhile.
second i have very little experience with children. i have a dog who is like my child but even in my most insane moments of affection for molly I still understand she is a dog, not a human. (most of the time.)
tonight carlos and I made one of our infamous late night runs to the grocery for various sundries. last night at 230am carlos wanted grapes so we skipped to kroger and got some grapes. tonight it was a cheap pet bed for molly at cvs (which we ended up not getting because carlos thought it was too small... although how anything can be too small for an 8 pound dog i have no idea...) and some Eucerin lotion from walmart. hey we were bored ok.
while at walmart in the toothpaste aisle (because you always leave walmart with more than what you planned to get and carlos was debating switching mouthwash brands), we heard a plaintive declaration from the next aisle over. The voice could not have come from someone older than 6 or 7 years old. "momma... im tired." "momma... momma... i'm tired." We were in the toothpaste aisle. not the medicine aisle. not the first aid aisle. the toothpaste aisle. I looked at my phone. It was half past midnight, and suddenly I was irrationally angry. Usually complaining kids just annoy me and I move to a spot where I can't hear them anymore. But my heart went out to the little girl stuck in a filthy germ-ridden shopping cart because someone dragged her on an errand that definitely could have waited until morning.
Then again, I don't know this person's story. maybe there was an emergency. maybe there was a death in the family and they had to get on a plane in three hours and there was not a dollop of toothpaste in the house and wherever they were going they wouldn't have time to shop. There's a variety of stories I could make up to justify the little girl's situation. anyways so we chose a new mouthwash (listerine total care btw, recommended by our dentist, it's supposed to restore enamel, we'll see) and made our way to the checkout line. ahead of us was a large man in one of those motorized shopping carts hurriedly throwing things onto the conveyor belt. he tossed a dirty-looking wax paper on top of his pile of stuff when he was done. As the checker scanned his stuff, the large man pointed at the wax paper and said "i also had a horrible donut". the cashier looked a bit taken aback but charged him for the donut. The man said, "did you put that the donut was horrible?" and chuckled a bit. Then he paid and left. Maybe it's because I was tired and already grumpy but this also irritated the hell out of me. I'm actually still not sure why. I've been ultra-hungry before and eaten things before checking out. And he did pay for it. ugh.
the biggest blow to the thin wall holding back the tidal wave of judgment was when we were walking out of the store. we passed a shopping cart with a little boy absolutely passed out in the basket part. he had sandals on his feet and was wearing a basketball jersey and some shorts. he hadn't even been changed out of his day clothes for crying out loud. again I have no children so i have no idea how busy it must be to take care of them, and I am sure one day i'll have kids and be way too busy to shop and need to go to walmart at 1AM on a Tuesday morning during the school year to get oil of olay or maxi pads, because you know what i'll be too tired to get it tomorrow and i'll just toss Junior in the car with me, he'll just sleep through the whole trip anyway. plus i'll only be a few minutes. it's just oil of olay and maxi pads. but passing that little boy and watching him sleep at the bottom of a shopping cart... i dunno. i got even angrier. unless someone is running a 104 fever or in desperate need of an adhesive bandage or has a paper due in six hours and the damn printer is out of toner there is no reason to drag your kids to walmart in the dead of night and let them pass out at the bottom of a filthy disgusting shopping cart!!!!
You know the first thing I do when I get home frm the grocery? I wash my hands *thoroughly* with soap and water. Will that kid even get his face wiped when he gets home?
why should I care? these people aren't asking anything of me. the kids aren't crying or in my way. I'm choosing to notice these folks and analyze them and judge them. I know I know I am a sanctimonious judgemental puff adder who has nothing better to do than to criticize complete strangers to make herself feel better. lately I'm a lot more sensitive to stuff that doesn't make sense to me and I get angry much easier than i used to. I'm just imagining being that kid... ready for bed... and yet... stuck... at walmart.... with someone who can't figure what @#$@%! shampoo they want.
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| so tired lately. not really much to do but much to think about.
went to new york. This was my and Carlos's third trip to new york but this time his siblings from guatemala joined us. definitely one of the best trips carlos and i have ever experienced. this was the first trip to new york for the siblings so we tried to show them what was most worthwhile (in our opinion) to do.
Food is always first on our list. It's kind of cliche but we mostly ate at carts that were nominated for Vendys in the past. To put it mildly, it was not a mistake. BUT! We do regret not branching out past the middle eastern cuisine. The halal cart offerings...chicken and rice, lamb and rice, falafel and rice... all drenched in yogurt sauce...roughly 1-2 pounds of food stuffed in a styrofoam box for around $5. How do I describe the taste? The food is cooked over a hot metal slab by sweaty guys wearing filthy aprons who don't have access to handwashing apparatus unless they duck into a public restroom. A bite of this concoction is a fragrant dollop of tangy meat and earthy, made slightly richer by the yogurt sauce. This food doesn't just fill you, it makes you happy. I am not kidding, you never get this taste in a sit down restaurant.
Let's see. I don't remember the order in which we did things, but one place I will go back to is Rice to Riches, which is a place that sells rice pudding in like, twenty different flavors. I had vanilla chocolate chip rice pudding next to a sign saying "no skinny bitches allowed" and while reading a menu that told me "eat all you want, you're already fat". We did Joe's pizzeria, Gotham Pizza, some hot dog carts...and we also had Korean food at 2AM which wasn't memorable but it definitely helped me, since by then I was fighting a fever and the hot kim chi soup helped me sweat it out. Czech food closed our trip... I wanted to like it, I really did, and it was delicious, but we all ordered goulash which is supposed to be served piping hot with fluffy bread dumplings. The dumplings were deliciously silky and soft, but the goulash was lukewarm. Carlos's dish was way too salty and mine was so creamy i was full after five bites. It was a testament to the aroma of the food that I actually ate a good portion of it despite the fact that the goulash's temperature increasingly reminded me of the stuff I expel into tissues.
We did the Federal Reserve, the Met, Central Park, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Staten Island ferry, the Frick Collection, walked all over Manhattan through Soho, Tribeca, the Upper West Side...but the highlight of the trip for the siblings was, I think, the broadway shows. I was able to catch West Side Story, and the rest of them also saw Wicked and Mamma Mia. The West Side Story production was the best I'd ever seen, almost better than the movie, and definitely is now my favorite, usurping Mamma Mia. Our crazy schedule finally wore me down enough that on our next to last day there I ran a fever and had to trudge back to our friend's apartment to sleep it off. I missed the Met, and Wicked, but I am very glad I didn't stay on to hold them all back. The way we were able to afford all these shows was by entering the pre-show lotteries that drew for $27 seats. Unbelievably the siblings won it for those three shows!
Watching them experience new york for the first time was.... inspiring. Even though they were tired they still wanted to see more and when they liked something, you totally read it on their face. Their transparency was very, very refreshing. They walked miles a day to see the city, learned to use the subway, learned to read a subway and bus map... i just loved watching them flip out over $3 (but really nice) sunglasses from a street vendor. It's a lot of fun to travel with them - I felt like I was seeing new york again for the first time too.
in other news i almost ran over a bird today. it was huge. it came right up to my car, clucking softly. i have never seen something like this in a residential neighborhood (I was visiting my grandmother) so this guy probably escaped from somewhere. hope it makes it... the way it showed no fear of large moving objects makes me doubt its instincts for self-preservation.
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best quote I heard tonight: ""I learned from a really early age that if I talk long enough, I can make anything true. So that either means that truth is relative, or I am God. Either way... BOOYAH."
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