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UngsungB-Day Fun: Can’t Stand The Heat? Get Out Of The Kitchen (And Go Eat Out!)

- If there’s one thing I hate about my parents’ place in Monterey Park (and trust me, there are a lot!), I hate how hot it gets here!

I should mention that the MPK house is a West-facing house, which is nice in the late morning/early afternoon. Around 2-3pm, though, it gets unberably hot, as the sun shines directly on us. It also makes television watching difficult to enjoy, due to glare.

At around sunset, the entire house gets extremely hot, as the heat absorbed by the walls starts being released. My sister’s JVC RA-P10 said that her room temperature last night was 88F, and I thought it was lying; it felt a heck of a lot hotter than that!

The combination of the ultra-hot room, the shut windows–the neighbors around here don’t understand what common courtesy is–and my sore legs after yesterday’s excursion to the beach caused me to get very little sleep.

Too bad for me; we’re heading out to the beach AGAIN today. I better be careful, or I might get sick of the beach eventually.

(Eh, not likely.)

(EDIT: I am so sore from the trip to the beach. Between the constant beating I took from the waves, to the trips across the beach numerous times, I’m hurting. Where the heck is my BenGay?

At least it was very nice and warm there, until 4pm, when the sun finally hid behind some clouds.)

- Ugh, I’m in a serious food coma AGAIN. Trader Joe’s is evil, and so is Korean BBQ!

After the trip to the beach, we stopped by Trader Joe’s. I walked in, telling myself that I wanted only a single item: a bag of veggie chips.

(Tangent: Veggie chips are chips made out of potatoes, tomatoes, spinach, and I forget what other veggies. I absolutely love these things!)

As usual, I walked out with a few other things: a bag of dried apricots, a bag of banana crisps (think banana chips, but thinner, crispier, and a tad sweeter), some caramel popcorn, those veggie chips, and a bottle of Arizona Green Tea with Ginseng and Honey.

*shakes fist at Trader Joe’s*

After the trip to Trader Joe’s, we had dinner at Manna Korean BBQ, for the umpteenth time. As usual, we all ate way too much meat, and paid the price for it afterwards. It got so bad that, on the car ride home, everyone nearly fell asleep (driver included!).

I’m sore, in a food coma, and really really tired all over. Zzzzzzz…

I’m Rich, I Love The Beach, And The Creation of Stupid Points

- So I got an email today, saying that an urgent package was en route to me via DHL Express.

(Before you assume that this is some scam, it is not. It’s a package that I was expecting for some time.)

That was nice of the company in question to send me an email regarding the status of my package. Too bad that I had received said package two weeks ago!

It was the thought that counts, right?

- I’m rich! My site is finally making some money, thanks to Google AdSense! W00t!

(Ok fine, so I had a mere two clicks, out of thirteen impressions, which paid a cool $1.91. However, considering that I had earned $6 since I signed up, back in October of last year, I have nothing to complain about. Hey, I just increased my AdSense income by 33%! At this rate, I’ll be at a hundred bucks in no time!

I need the money to pay my domain + webspace bills!)

- I love the beach! I could stay in the ocean for hours on end, frolicking (sp?) around, especially when the water is nice and warm.

(Yes, readers, you can totally disregard what I wrote last week. I hate to admit it, but I love the beach.)

It’s a shame we got there so late, though; we left the house at almost 2:00pm, thanks to somebody *peers over at the guilty party*. Unlike last week, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, even though it seemed a bit cooler than last week was. The water temperature was absolutely perfect.

We must be crazy, because we’re probably going to go back to the beach tomorrow. And there’s a possibility that we’ll be having some Korean BBQ tomorrow. No word yet on whether or not there’s an available bed at my local hospital, for the angioplasty that I’m certainly going to need tomorrow.

- If you’ve ever watched Whose Line Is It Anyway?, you’ve seen Drew Carey (or Clive Anderson of the UK series) award points to the players, pointing out that the points don’t matter. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I had a particularly bad day, screwing up just about everything I did. It got to the point where I started awarding myself “Stupid Points” (SP) for every foul up I had.

Since then, I have found myself liberally offering SPs to people left and right.

Case in point: I just awarded myself 5,000 SPs because I came home (MPK) with my laptop, sans laptop charger.

Does that mean I hang around stupid people all the time? Definitely not!

Anyway, just like the points in Whose Line…:

  • The points are just a gag and don’t really matter
  • At the end of the day, the person with the most points wins nothing
  • The points are completely arbitrary; if one event scores more SPs than another, that doesn’t mean the former event is necessarily more idiotic than the latter.

Why did I come up with Stupid Points? Because I live a sad, sad life.

(That last line was not meant to be taken seriously. If you did take it seriously, you just earned 5,000 SPs.)

Happy blogging!

(I nearly misspelled “Happy,” which would have been worth 10,000 SPs.)