Has happened! My dad is still not in the best of health since the heartattack, but I have full faith that he'll make a full recovery if Dr. Chang has anything to do with it!
My aunt died a week ago today...so unexpected. I think this is number 8. I haven't spoken with her since Chandler's birthday in January... Her husband left her for another woman last year and her sons said that she never fully got over that...She died with a broken heart! And can you believe her husband didn't even show at the service??? I guess he feels guilty.
Not much going on except some guy, "GARY" called Eric and mentioned my name. Eric finds this very odd and has questioned me about it several times. I called the number, I don't know that guy's voice thats on the voicemail. I don't even know the number. And yet he finds it too odd. Naturally it pisses me off that he keeps bringing it up. I'm going to call the number today and talk with 'GARY'. I do know a GARY, and he was crazy...He moved to NJ though and got a life. So who this person is, I don't know....And Eric can go fuck himself.
I've been going to the tanning bed getting my tan on...I can't wait for summer!
Im battling a cold....NOT GOOD.
Oh and there is a new member of the family, diaper posse...Little Elijah Christian :)
PEACE, LOVE, and INFERTILITY!
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Thursday, March 03, 2005
NO JUSTICE I TELL YOU
You always hope that the people who were cruel to you/cocky/perfect/higher than thou in high school will ultimately fail at life because it really wouldn't be fair any other way, right? So, I'm thinking I'm doing pretty good. Got away to college, only gained about 10 lbs. Joined a sorority, got involved. Double majored. Working hard, sometimes....Well on Saturday I ran into an old friend from High School Brennon Wilson! The conversation went like this.
Brennon: "Yeah, I ran into (insert name of perfect bitch you hated in highschool here) today."
Amaya: "Yeah, really? Is she fat yet?"
Brennon: Uh, actually no. She's in amazing shape. She's training to run the NYC Marathon. She runs like, 8 miles a day."
Amaya: (Silence)"..... oh."
Brennon: And she's president of her company."
Amaya: (Silence) "....I see."
Brennon: "Oh yeah, and she's got an interview with Northwestern to study nuclear medicine."
Amaya: "ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME? Who studies 'nuclear medicine?' That chick is as dumb as a box of rocks."
Brennon: "Well I guess not. Oh yeah, and remember her friend (insert name of perfect bitch you hated's slightly chunky sidekick you once referred to in jest as 'tank ass')? Well she's lost 35 lbs and looks GREAT!"
Amaya: UGhhhhhh"
TOTALLY NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR!!!! I was really hoping they'd all be trailer trash by now.
Dammit.
Okay, I know, I know it's petty. I really wish her no ill will. (Okay, a lil ill will) but the dumb bitchy girls in high school aren't supposed to become marathon-running nuclear physisists. They're supposed to be fat and getting smacked around by some guy named Duke in a trailer in your hometown. And everyone she kicked around is supposed to be rejoicing!
All of this brought to mind the movie Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. My 5 year is only 1 year away. Fawk! I'd better start training for the Olympics if I want to compete!
Okay. I'm done.
Brennon: "Yeah, I ran into (insert name of perfect bitch you hated in highschool here) today."
Amaya: "Yeah, really? Is she fat yet?"
Brennon: Uh, actually no. She's in amazing shape. She's training to run the NYC Marathon. She runs like, 8 miles a day."
Amaya: (Silence)"..... oh."
Brennon: And she's president of her company."
Amaya: (Silence) "....I see."
Brennon: "Oh yeah, and she's got an interview with Northwestern to study nuclear medicine."
Amaya: "ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME? Who studies 'nuclear medicine?' That chick is as dumb as a box of rocks."
Brennon: "Well I guess not. Oh yeah, and remember her friend (insert name of perfect bitch you hated's slightly chunky sidekick you once referred to in jest as 'tank ass')? Well she's lost 35 lbs and looks GREAT!"
Amaya: UGhhhhhh"
TOTALLY NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR!!!! I was really hoping they'd all be trailer trash by now.
Dammit.
Okay, I know, I know it's petty. I really wish her no ill will. (Okay, a lil ill will) but the dumb bitchy girls in high school aren't supposed to become marathon-running nuclear physisists. They're supposed to be fat and getting smacked around by some guy named Duke in a trailer in your hometown. And everyone she kicked around is supposed to be rejoicing!
All of this brought to mind the movie Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. My 5 year is only 1 year away. Fawk! I'd better start training for the Olympics if I want to compete!
Okay. I'm done.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
How do I get him to stop?
Because I'm such a nice chic and sometimes I talk to Married Mike I allowed him to email me pictures of his kid. ONCE. He won't stop. Not only is it taking up valuable space in my hotmail account but the kid is no Reece. BY ANY MEANS!!! To put it nicely, the kid is not cute! Most people would think that I was jealous and I was being mean, but judge for yourself! Check out the funky nose on that kid! Those lips are pretty crazy too! I'm sure he's sweet, but cute...he's got nothing. Poor kid.
This is the email I wrote to Michael:
Dear Married Asian Man with the funky lipped baby with Cha-Cha,
I'm sure you find your offspring adoreable, however most of us with the latest Anne Klein eyewear don't! Stop torturing me with the pictures. One was too many.
Best Wishes to you and your munchkins,
The Always Beautiful,
Amaya W.
Okay--so I didn't send it, I wanted to! I just said thats enough of the pics. I have 17 now of this thing. What to do with them....Delete... Disk Cleanup....Reboot. Done!
I'm eating a ton of icecream and loving it. It makes me feel better.
Does anyone love me? Why don't you ever email me then????
Love,
Amaya
This is the email I wrote to Michael:
Dear Married Asian Man with the funky lipped baby with Cha-Cha,
I'm sure you find your offspring adoreable, however most of us with the latest Anne Klein eyewear don't! Stop torturing me with the pictures. One was too many.
Best Wishes to you and your munchkins,
The Always Beautiful,
Amaya W.
Okay--so I didn't send it, I wanted to! I just said thats enough of the pics. I have 17 now of this thing. What to do with them....Delete... Disk Cleanup....Reboot. Done!
I'm eating a ton of icecream and loving it. It makes me feel better.
Does anyone love me? Why don't you ever email me then????
Love,
Amaya
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