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Thursday, November 10, 2005

Dont be cONcerned.. BUT I might have BrAin DamAge..


Today me and my ma drove up to the city to take Shannon to her last prenatal visit before the birth of lil Jilly... Frank-lynn needed to attend a super duper special Nasa meeting.. and we were more then happy to take Shan to her appointment. Lil Jilly is a few days late and everyone is very excited to finally meet her.. Her Ob/Gyn said she was ripe and the big mysterious plug was gone.. (I was completely grossed out at this point and started to hum to myself.. so I am not sure what else we learned).. We then headed over to the hospital for a stress test. The good people at California Pacific Hospital check to make sure there isn't a problem before one develops .. strange concept huh, Kaiser??.. ANYWAYS.. They looked in her tummy with the ultrasound machine.. and lil Jilly flashed her cooter at us.. She is apparently a little flamboyant.. Then they strapped on a heart beat monitor.. and some other dooo hickey that measures her movement and Shannon's contractions.. Everything looked great.. Jilly is just being stubborn..(I wonder where she gets that??) After they unhooked Shannon from all the machines, she stopped in the bathroom for her hourly pee break.. While Me and My Ma were alone in the exam room.. I took the little wand that they put on my sis's belly.. and placed it on my heart.. WOW!!!
What a fabulous ticker I have.. Powerful .. kick ass heart.. I guess I should have stopped there, because I placed the thing on my head.. I am not sure what I was expecting to see.. but the screen was blank..the machine made little pulsating noises.. and I am convinced that it might have tazzed some of my brain cells.. Does anyone have any research on this.. I would have asked the nurse, but then I would have had to admit doing it in the first place.. and I wasn't looking for a stern talking to... Woe is me..

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Come on now Jilly!


So, my dear sweet niece Jillian has decide to be fashionably late.
She was due yesterday but I guess has decided to enjoy the warmth of the womb for a few more days. I guess she heard about the bitter cold November days in SF.. so she is holding out.. poor Shannon is READY TO GO! Lets hope tomorrow is the day.. 11-10-05 .. thats a fine day to be born,eh?

Monday, November 07, 2005

My girl is a woman


Little Chino is amazing.. (see photo of her first attempt to drive Mom's car)
She wants to be more independant, So, Rather then taking her to day care I let her stay home with her brother Pepper .. It seemed to be going well until I realized that my MIL has taken it upon herself to join them periodically throughout the day.. I haven't actually caught her IN my house.. but Chino has stopped speaking English!! I am pretty sure that my MIL is teaching her Portuguese.. I believe it is to piss me off ..Pure and simple .Just today I called to Chino and she went the other direction.. I was horrified.. I guess this is what Dr Phil was talking about.. You know.. Kids growing up and pulling away from their parents..I just didn't expect it so soon..
heavy sigh.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

To commemorate the passing...


BIG BLUE
Pepper's cherished ballie.. Faithful friend.. I just couldnt save him.. A moment of silence for our fallen friend.
...Amazing grace, so sweet the sound..

We is 3 years legal.. and 8 years total, beyotch.


10-28-05

Can you believe it.. 3 years married? We spent the day as a family at Vasona with the babies.. Daddy and I walked around .. advising Chino and pepper that it would not be in their best interest to charge the flock of geese.. Primarily because they were horribly out numbered.. they were ALL over the place.. Forget about reproducing like bunnies, the new phrase is doing it like GEESE.. or gooses.. Not sure which is correct. I ended up ALMOST drowning.. well, ok.. I might be being a tad bit over dramatic.. (who me?) but Peppers ball went catapulting into the lake and I went rock climbing to retrieve it.. I got it the first time, but the second time it was swept out...

Keith Oberman was right,,


Keith is this way kewl T.V. guy who hosts the countdown show on MSNBC. He seems to genuinely have a good sense of humor and doesn't take things too seriously.. well, the other day he was talking about how Anna Nicole Smith was going to testify at the Supreme Court.. His deadpan response to this statement was.. The apocalypse was here.. I feel that way right now! The Galaxy beat the Rapids 2-0.. they are going to the Cup. AGH!

I have decided that this means NOTHING .. and the REAL result was captured one fine day in October.. (see photo) I think I need to put on those snazzy, sparkly red Star Jones shoes and tap them together.. There is no place like home.. There is no place like home...

Friends are like flowery petals or some crap like tha...


So this is me and Bren.. She is way kewl.
She is the staff associate in our office.. She basicallyis the glue that keeps us all together.
She would sing to me "I like BIG butts..." and I would shake and dance.. but now since my operation, she sings .."I like medium butts..." I try and do a modified cabbage patch.. Meggie style.. I also Love that she changes her hair style all the time.. and every time she does she looks like a completely different person.. the picture above is chic', artistic Bren.. Sometimes she wears corn rows and she is ultra political .. "I ain't gonna take no shit.." Brenda.. and then sometimes she has a "LUCY" comb out and church lady Brenda is born.. talking about how GOD brings you to it and you can get through it.. (whatever) ... ANYWAYS.. much love to Brenda.. And I must say watch out you shirtless runners.. and by all mean no nose picking while you is driving!!! She will call you out FO SHO! (peace out Bren)

Friday, November 04, 2005

Before the game


Look at the happiness on my face! The world was my oyster.. ALL the Quakes needed to do was score 2 lousy points and they could kick the Galaxy to the curb. Ching-y came through and scored the first goal.. but then Landon and Cobi got chippy and we played the game.. and didnt play games.. So, we lost.. well we tied (which ironically held our unbeaten streak at home alive).. but we got eliminated from the playoffs.. The season is over. Brian is most likely back in Hawaaii.. Hopefully they will be back next year. (heavy sigh)

Thoughts about the season


This is Valerie..

I H-A-T-E Valerie..

I had to sneak taking her picture.. because I ignore her and refuse to acknowledge her existence. Victor enjoys talking to her just to piss me off..

It works.

She is what I do not want to become. A scary old lady running after HOT soccer players.
She occupies the seat next to me at all eartquakes games. She use ta bring her freakishly skinny husband.. but now she brings these scary dirty chicks with her. She just annoys me. She talks about the players like they are long lost buds.. And she has this huge telephoto camera .. I have heard her bragthat she takes like 600 pictures at every game.. WHY????
It is kinda funny when she does try and get the attention of one of the players .. they literally run in the other direction...

I am sad that the season was prematurely cut short.. (primarily due to the MO FO Landon .. who called me an idiot?!?!?!) but I AM SO HAPPY that I am done with seeing the evil Val..

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

SPEAKING OF HIGHSCHOOL...


So, as I was looking at the photo of the HOT HOT HOT Rick... I found my senior photo.. WHat in the heck did I mean by that by line... I wasn't on drugs, really!!!

Here goes the translation..
Long live the Hoover Club.. (Inside joke about a girl who use to sit at PEP rallys with her legs WIDE open and guys would fall into the hole.. kinda get sucked in??? WASSUP Hannah??)
gibbon and scallop were the nicknames of my two best friends.. Tania and Hoey...
Mr london the white courtesy phone.. no idea what this means...
Finally somebody understands me somebody gave his heart to me I stumbled my whole life.. these are lyrics from a song.. meant this to be about Felix.. my twenty something boyfriend at the time.. (thanks mom for letting that happen .. wink wink) and then I signed it, my nick name.. Barny.. (will explain nickname another time) (and no I wasnt into the color purple)..

Highschool love....

I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT THAT MY FRIEND TANIA AND I WERE GOING TO OUR HIGHSCHOOL REUNION.. I WAS EXCITED TO SEE RICK SILVESTRI .. I LOVED RICK HE WAS IN A BAND AND JUST COOL. WE SHARED A MATH CLASS AND I PLAYED DUMB SO HE COULD HELP ME FIGURE THINGS OUT. ANYWAYS, AT THE REUINION I LOST MY SHOES FOR SOME REASON .. THEY WERE THE COOL UGGS .. NOT THE OVERPLAYED PINK ONES.. ALL OF THE SUDDEN, AMIDST THE MISSING SHOES I SAW RICK AND I GOT ALL HAPPY.. HE WAS WEARING A SHARKS JERSEY FOR SOME REASON... AND I SAID, YOU KNOW RICK.. I WAS SO INTO YOU.. AND HE SAID HE ALWAYS HELD A SPECIAL PLACE IN HIS HEART FOR ME.. REALLY CURIOUS, BECAUSE I NEVER REALLY PROFESSED MY LOVE TO RICK.. BUT I WAS SOOOO HOT FOR HIM.. I MEAN TOTAL CRUSHVILLE.. I WAS 16.. WHAT DO YOU WANT?? WHAT IS THAT ABOUT? PLEASE TELL ME ... COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE THINKING ABOUT RICK.. (SIGH)

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

She does windows,too!

I am always trying to extend the olive leaf you to OLD Mother Alves, you know. I am a good person. :) (Really I am!) So, I offered the MIL a dollar a shirt if she would iron my work shirts..
(I hate to iron.. and she would have a little spending money)
She declined because she had terribly painful arthritic shoulders or something...SO, I was like poor thing.. So I went and bought a steamer.. and offered to do what I could..
Then ..Just today I saw the MO FO MIL up a tree.. literally!!! She was pruining trees out in the yard!!! WITH A SAW!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Wait, what was that?

As you may or may not have noticed, the Mooster has sold out and taken to allowing advertising on the chronicles. There was a promise made that the advertising would be geared toward you, dear reader.. Giving you links to a wealth of interesting topics...I guess the big computers at goooooooogle scan my daily entries and try and match my blog with there advertisers..
I was M-O-R-T-I-F-I-E-D today to see one of the ads that was in my blogs rotation.
I believe the copy was .. "Are you plagued with the smell of Urine?" .. wait, what? I wrote the entries and I am pretty sure that I would remember mentioning that I was plagued with the stench of urine .. (Does Paris Hilton's perfume smell that bad??) I will give you .. that on particularly hot days .. and with just the right pair of Star Jones mules on.. my feet can drive grown men to tears.. but I DON'T STINK OF URINE OR ANY SUCH THING!
I believe it is time to email that google guy and ask him what the deal is.. Is he trying to imply that just because I had an "incident" with a Starbucks toilet ..I have issues with my funkiness? agh!

Monday, October 17, 2005

Oh, its on now beyotch.

Vic and MIL circa 1970

So, I put up with a whole lot. My mother in law has basically decided, as I have told you before dear reader, that I am not good enough for her only son. She has taken it upon herself to step in where I have fallen short (In her opinion, mind you). She cleans.. She cooks.. (this of course is a judgment call.. I believe there isn't much cooking when it comes to fish sticks.. but I digress...) she monitors my coming and goings.. and generally rules the roost.. The Alves fortress (aka prison) .. On Saturday, I happen to be out in the garage.. (no cars actually occupy this building but the people from the city had to make this distinction to old mother alves so she doesn't rent it out to some poor shlub ) As I was saying, I was in the "garage" doing the wash.. well, my wash.. because Victor claims I don't do it correctly.. (Although I spied on his black shirt a mess of powdery residue after Queen mom did his wash.. HAA HAA!) after I changed the wet clothes into that big spinny machine that dries the wet ones.. MIL came at me and asked if she could ask me a question.. I said sure, I was in a particularly good mood as it was soccer Saturday.. she led me to the garbage can and pointed inside .. and asked in her broken English..."you .. put.. inside?" I peered down into the can and saw what appeared to be doggie poo.. I said, no.. (first I get yelled at for not picking shit up in a timely manner.. now she is yelling at me for picking it up.. can i win with this woman??) In my defense, the doggies go #2 way on the other side of the yard.. not by this particular can.. If I dont flush the "poo" down la toilet' .. then it goes in the can next to the side of the house that the "poo" is near.. I am not trotting around the yard with "poo" in my hand looking for a place to stash the "poo" ...(Although if I knew how much it annoyed her I would have) After I said, no... She looked at me with her creepy eyes.. one eyebrow POINTED UPWARDS.. and said.."WELL, IT GOT THERE SOMEHOW.."I was boiling, this beyotch was accusing me of lying to her.. I looked right at her and said.. "OK.. I didnt put the "poo" in the can.. but isn't that the place it is suppose to go?" and walked away.. I went into Victor.. and explained what had happened.. he of course took his mothers side.. and my soccer Saturday was ruined.. (Of course the boys in blue kicked Galaxies arse...3-1 but still!!!)

I HATE MY MIL!

You can turn Vic against me, but don't be calling me a liar and expect to get away with it.. I ain't one of your spineless kids who take your word as gospel.. You met your match lady! Its on!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

emasculating pepper


In case you don't venture to my other sites.. (pepper's page and Chino's page).. I must share with you, dear reader.. the horrors of being left alone with our maid...(aka Victor's mother)
She is an immigrant from Portugal and has not had an opportunity to learn the language. You would think 40 years in the states would lend itself to a phrase or two, but who am I to judge?
As a non-english speaking person, she is hard pressed to find things to occupy her time.. Cooking, cleaning and wiping Victor's ass doesn't consume her entire day... so, she has started to violate the sanctity of Pitt Bull-dom. Being a Pit Bull usually means something. The mere mention of the breed often shocks some into silence. Victor's mother has taken to dressing up OUR Pit bull as a friend from the old country.. I must find this woman a friend ... a hobby.. SOMETHING! Pepper needs to be saved.. !!

Choke is a big boy now


Even though this appears to be a happy collection of chicken memorabilia, I must share its darker side. In actuality, this collection was started because of little choke. When I first moved into the Almeida estate, Mr. Almeida (God rest his soul) had a chicken. The sweet little thing would follow him around and was his companion. When Mr Almeida passed away, I took ownership of the chicken.. and christened him (her) Choke. Choke the Chicken.. At this time, we only had Chino .. and nothing delighted Chino more then to chase choke around the yard. Some believe that chickens can't fly.. I can tell you that on several occasions little choke was air born. (heavy sigh)
As the months went by, Victor started cleaning up the yard.. and eventually Choke's shed got torn down and was replaced by a smaller version. OK, it was a dog igloo, but Choke didn't know. He was under the impression we fell on hard times and had to downsize.
I think it was just all too much for Choke... Because he ran away. I can just picture him with a little sack tied to a stick, flung over his shoulder... Figuring it was time to hit the road.. The neighbors had a big chicken BBQ to try and cheer me up.. I didn't have the heart to go.
Instead, I set up this little memorial..for my poor choke.. He is on his own now.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Hot lil minx...



OK. So, in my office.. I often hear about being a sistah girl. I so want to be a sistah girl.. I have rhythm..!!!! I have style.. I have junk in my trunk!!!
I was able to infultrate the club thanks to my darling friend Tonya.. She has presented me with an honorary membership !!! Go Meghan .. Its your birthday!!! She is way cute and I totally think she wants me, but I will get into that another day. Sometimes she wears the cutest lil outfits.. Her hair is way kewl.. It does way kewl stuff, unlike my stick straight mess. Hmm.
Mental note...... Ask Tonya to go clubbin. She does the Beyonce scary good and can score us free drinks.

It is hard being me.......

Don’t be mad. Or jealous.
But I think I might have powers. Like Superman.
Today, during the first ½ of the Earthquakes game, well.. To say it bluntly.. They were sucking big time. They were playing really sloppy.
During ½ time, I decided to put on my Brian Ching Practice Jersey to
Bring the team good luck. I put the Jersey on.. The jersey that the BIG KAHUNA wore himself.. I stroked the shirt And said ..”come on baby.. you can do it..” and I swear.. As God as my witness.. Brian Ching scored!! (dang I am good) They went on to win 2-0.. No worries, I have put the Jersey in a safe place.. For the next time they need me.. I promise to use my powers only for good.. Hmm. I wonder how you become a member of the justice league.. I could totally car pool with the wonder twins..

How was I the proud owner of an Actual Brian Ching practice Jersey, you ask?
Well, have a seat and let me Tell you the story. At the beginning of the season,
rumors were swirling about The Quakes moving to Houston. (In actuality, they might still be moving.. most likely not to Houston thanks to Katrina and Rita, but somewhere other then here) The news really had me on pins and needles. The uncertainty of it all was (is)
Very stressful… A few days after hearing this news, I happen to get a letter from Alexi Lalas..
Alexi Lalas WAS the GM for the Quakes (he has moved on to the NY/NJ Metrostars) The letter basically wanted to thank me for my continued support of the team.. OK, it was a
Form letter.. But I took it personal. I was pissed. Don’t patronize me!!!
Being the computer whiz that I am.. I figured Alexi’s email address Was PROBABLY his name .. So, I fired off an email blasting his half hearted letter. No way was It going to smooth my ruffled feathers. I didn’t appreciate his meaningless letter. If my support was so appreciated, why weren’t they staying?? Anyways, this email generated a response from Alexi.. Apologies and the like.. I, of course responded.. And it turned into ..”I will forgive you if you give me a Brian Ching Jersey..” well, Alexi invited me into the GM box for a Game, we continued our email correspondence for several months, and ultimately he sent me the coveted jersey..
If you learn nothing else from me, dear reader, know that ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

babies.. I don't need no stinkin babies

Pepper-lina silly billy Almeida

Venti Cappuchino Doe

You know, I understand the beauty of making babies.. and the true awesome thing creating and growing a new human being inside your innards (ew.. ALIENS!).. But, honestly.. right this very second.. I am content.. content loving MY BABIES. so, they didn't come out of my wazoo.. I mean seriously.. If you aren't a dog person YOU WON'T.. & really are incapable of understanding .. I LOVE these dogs.. they are my babies.. and I thank the good lord for blessing me with them. As my crazy friend, Drea says.."I am Blessed.."

The return of da moose


Ice cream is good. This man, the Shwanny man.. brings it to me.. Delivers it to me.. It is amazing.. I mean it is carb friendly ice cream... and the best part it tastes like it is chalk full of carbs.. De-damn-liscious ice cream.. and the shwanny man is a cutey patootey.. even if he scams me on the price of the ice cream.. one week its $4- .. and the next its $6. I think he is trying to get me hooked.. and then when I HAVE to have it, he raises the price. He is a modern day drug dealer.. He deals Butter Pecan.. That sounds kinda stoop. It should have a cool name.. I am hyped up on the Buttcan... Hmmm.
I think I might need to schedule one of those A&E interventions.. Hi, I am Meghan and I am hyped up on the Buttcan.. hmm.. Speaking of being messed up.. doesn't my head look HUGE? I mean he is a petite lil flower and all, but I look like, er .. a.. dare I say MOOSE? (heavy sigh) I think I am destined to remain a moose forever.. even if they sucked 3.5 pepsi jugs out of each thigh...woe is me.. the cross I bear.

These are them..


I can't exactly ever really use them. They betrayed me. If they had any loyalty, they would have fell on the nasty ass floor.. or got locked in the car.. but, no.. I mean I have to consider that they went through a load of shit (literally) to find there way back to me.. But, come on. The mere fact that they were in a Starbucks crapper for well over 24 hours is kinda creepy. (crappy?) The grooves were filled with goop.. and I had to wonder was the goop there prior to the attempted escape? I had to borrow a pair of Vic's chicken eatin gloves to extract them from this glorious 'bucks bag .. I carefully removed them from the ring.. and then bathed them in Clorox.. Of course the Gods looked down on me and chuckled.. as I plunked the keys in a splash came up and hit my Jet shirt.. DAMN.. The one good thing.. out of this whole friggen thing?? The car entry thing.. the thing good 'ol Paul was going to charge me $147 to replace... still works!! Honda Rocks.. Love me some Honda!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

um.. hello?

So, I was sitting here watching a rather memorable Seinfeld .. Waiting for the new Chris Rock show to come on.. (I am a slave to T.V., you know.. ) and my phone rang. The display read..."STARBUCKS"... Oh great! In a split second, I need to decide whether or not to pick up the phone. I need to decide if I should face the humiliation and find out the plumbers findings. As the young chipee introduced herself.. (I think her name was Kelly or Morgan or some stupid thing) she recounted my horrific experience, as if I would forget my ordeal... "Hi, this is "insert stupid name here" .. Um.. well, I am a worker at Stabucks .. the one on Almaden and Curtner. Yesterday you were here and you flushed your keys down the toilet.. well, er.. anyways.. the plumber was here today.. fer sure.. and he got your keys.. so, we are open until 11:00.. can you come by and get them?"
Ok why the urgency? Are they coated in a film of sludge? Are they smellin up the place? I have to wonder, do I really want these keys back? I mean they have been where no man should go.. (except a well paid custodial artist).. Anyways, The Morgan kelly person was waiting for a response.. and I told her I would be by tomorrow.. She mentioned she would put them in the safe.. and the barista on duty (wait, what? The Barista on duty???) could get them out for me.. I think I will have a sleepless night! What if I am expected to pay for this plumber? Should I change my name and move to Mexico? (Damn I knew I should have paid attention is espanol)I fear I will be the target of constant ridicule if I stay here.. "Hey there is key poo girl.." woe is me.. wait, it is 7:55.. gots to go watch the CR show. Peace out! Decision will come soon..

Any thoughts on my new name... Juanita Cruz Muy Bonito ?? Catchey, eh?

Who cares about rewinding... Be kind, FLUSH!

Wednesday game days are always interesting. I cant really head home, because the dogs freak out and I don’t like leaving them once I am home. (there little faces are so sad...) So I leisurely headed to the game from work.. I had PLENTY of time. I stopped at Rotten Robbie and filled up the elephant, got a ceaser salad from JITB and my final stop was Starbucks to get my 4th Café Americano of the day. I found a sweet spot in the front of the lot and proceeded to go inside. The line was kinda long, so I decided to take a pit stop before I ordered. I went inside the ladies room and secured myself into one of the stalls .. As I examined my surroundings, I discovered its previous occupant left a small calling card.. The water in the bowl had a scary yellow tint.. Normally, I would leave and select another stall but I was feeling especially good hearted. I would be a good citizen and deal with the dregs of bathroom society.. the peeps that don’t have good manners.. I WOULD FLUSH! I placed my keys on the back of the tank... flushed the toilet .. and proceeded to remove my pants.. to my horror, the toilet was turbo powered and the tank began to rattle. The movement of the tank caused my keys to lunge forward and they were catapulted into the bowl. I watched in disbelief as my keys went DOWN THE TOILET. It seemed to happen in slow motion.. Kinda like when buck wheat got shot on SNL.. I heard myself say OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOO!
My delicate hand shot into the bowl.. a bowl that has probably seen a million nasty asses.. and I jammed it as far down the pipe as it would go. NO KEYS. I froze.. what was I going to do? How was I going to get to my quakes game?? How was I going to get into the Alves Fortress? I go to the counter and after the guy stops laughing .. he gets the manager who tells me she will call a plumber.. A PLUMBER?? Go get my mo fo keys!!! Damn. Damn. Damn. Well....... needless to say, my brother did come get me.. I was able to convince Ms Alves I did actually live next door and she let me in.. I got the spare key and got to the game on time. Shew.
The Quakes won by the way. I guess I took one for the team. My shitty experience allowed them to win.. Karma, right?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Getting naked for a facial?


On Sunday .. I woke up at an ungodly hour and drove to SF to get a facial with my sister.. Loved the place.. very serene.. tranquil.. but it never occured to me that I would have to get naked for a facial. Did something escape me? FAC-ial .. FACE .. Why do my boobs have to be flappin in the wind.. really now.. My sister claims if you are au natural.. the experience will be more relaxing.. baloney! I don't like to be naked in places other then my designated naked zones.. (Actually, come to think of it, with the surgery that I just had, I have been naked far too many times outside my zone .. MUST regain sanctity of zone and leave clothes on.. mental note made) .. anyways, I went into the place all freaked out.. and I decided I was going to tell the perv facialist that I WOULD not be undressing.. and my facial will be for my FACE.. I was ready !! I walked in, the lady pointed to the "drape" and I said ...m'k.... I FOLDED .. I am a naked chicken baby.. !! To top it all off, I have my wicker sandals on that make my feet real stinkee.. as long as I keep them on, I am kewl.. BUT NO.. Had to take the shoes off.. OK, I am not relaxed at all.. Totally consumed with the idea that Jonie, my tatooed Japanese facialist, can smell da funk of my feet and is speeding up my 75.00 facial to get me out of dodge.. serenity is mine...

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Jillian Susanna Kuehnel

Isn't this the cutest baby EVER? And the really creepy part about it, she is still INSIDE my sister.. Soon, I will be an aunt, again.. and I will be all up into this girl.. I already have bought a shit load of stuff for her.. Of course we can't tell Dad (Frank) because he believes all a child really needs is a potato sack and a abicus.. (weird German thing)
Anyways, she seems real now.. not just my sister getting a lil wide around the edges..

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Being an LA Galaxy girl


So, I was trolling the net, as I often do.. and I was on the Quakes site .. which unfortunately has a link to the LA Galaxy site.. I happen to click on the hyperlink and I found myself in a maze of craziness. I was looking at the player stats and came across this horrific photo..
This was once my soccer mentor.. the UBER player.. now look at him, look at what the L.A. smog has done to him.. he, dare I say it, looks a little frightening.. Kind of like the type of boy you AVOID.. hmm .. Kinda feel bad for him..
ANYWAYS, so I found out that they are having a little contest to find the new Ms. L.A. Galaxy.. Kind of like a beauty contest for the weird soccer crowd.. any who, I was perusing the application and one of the questions was ... What size babydoll shirt do you wear? Is that now part of the criteria? To wear clothes for little bitty people.. The name alone, "baby-doll" kinda makes you think of a wee girl...And it was multiple choice!! My size wasn't even listed.. I feel a stern letter is in order.. Yet another reason to hate the Galaxy!

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Did not disappoint:part 2

Nic: Are you going to be my girl?
Meghan: Yes, Nic. Anything for you. And I do mean anything!


My ONLY complaint about the concert tonight ... Jet opened for Oasis and they only played for an hour.. I love Jet .. they are so hot.. I peed myself a little.

Special note to Nic Cester.. (see photos) .. If you are in need of someone, namely me, to carry your offspring.. I am more then willing to take you, er.. it on.

:)
Peace out.

Did not disappoint: part 1


Evil Chivas fans starting a smoke riot..


Yeah! we scored! (note Chivas player collapsed in background)




Saturday night was the Quakes game .. Every seat in the house seemed to be filled..
The smell of goat on the barbie was in the air... You guessed it...The Quakes fricaseed Chivas 3-NOTHING! .. Woo Hoo. Chivas were eliminated from the playoffs and we are STILL number 1..

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Coolest weekend EVER!

(Jet)


I know you will be TOTALLY jealous ..You so want to be me, don't you? (It is ok.. come to terms with it.. I have! To be honest, I rather enjoy it)..

This very weekend I am blessed to not only be going to an Earthquakes game ..

Where the very hot Brian Ching will finally be playing.. where yours truly will be wearing the practice jersey of said player.. (which I may have inadvertantly guilted Alexi Lalas into giving me.. a story for another time) (heavy sigh)

I will also .....

be in attendance of the hottest rock concert EVER! Thanks to a lil friend-o-mine.. (I say friend, you say scalper) .. I have the distinct pleasure of sitting very very close to Mr Nic Cester. Who Is Nic Cester you ask? Well, he is ONLY the lead singer of a little band called JET! You probably know their music... hmmm.. They only have a bunch of awards.. lets see..

Album Of The Year – Jet ‘Get Born’ Single Of The Year – Jet ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ Best Group – Jet ‘Get Born’ Breakthrough Artist Album – Jet ‘Get Born’ Breakthrough Artist Single – Jet ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ Best Rock Album – Jet ‘Get Born’

Are you sensing a pattern?

ANYWAYS, WHERE WAS I?

My darling Nic claims that not too long ago (before they hit it big) him and his bandmates were construction workers down under.. You know driving a HO! Sweet,eh.. makes me all tingley!!!

So I got to thinking, as I often do.. I wanted a little "meet and greet" of my own.. I wanted Mr Cester to construct a few things on my down under.. Drive this ho around about.. So, I got to writing a letter to the peeps at the Shoreline.. I have yet to hear from them..(can you imagine?) So, if someone could pass along this message to Nic, please let him know that he can hit me down under any time his little heart desires.. Eh,mate?.... wink wink ... nudge nudge..

Catch me in section 102 BABY! I will be the cutey giving you the come hither glances.. MEOW!

Saturday, September 03, 2005

I am shameless

So I got a little scared when this.. the photo of me and my second husband, got so far down on the page that it was almost archived.. SO, I decided.. being that I decide stuff.. I will repost for all to enjoy. Did I mention he played tonight.. He is finally all better and they won 2-0 against F.C. Dallas.. Woo Hoo. go Ching! AND it did happen, just like I had hoped.. the announcer was able to say.. Ching passed it to Chung.. Peace Out!

My hippy dippy sister..

Ok. So, we went "shopping" today.. Personally, it was a weird sensation going into a store and not actually buying anything.. I don't think that I have ever really done that.. But my sister is having a baby.. and therefore she needed to touch the things she had put on her E-registry list... (Mental note.. seriously consider having baby as gifts are received.....Love Gifts)
The day was pretty fun, we had lunch .. My ma,sis,granny and me.. But a few things were ..AGH!
What is up with this expectant mother parking.. What a crock. I mean if you are a chick you pretty much have a free pass to park here.. Is someone going to honestly ask you to pee on a stick?? I hung around this one car just to see the lady get out.. If I had some balls, I woulda called her on it.. I think it is intended for the 3rd trimester.. not when you had unprotected sex last night and it coulda took..
Another thing ........... how reaally scary some of these chicks are!!! It is truly scary that some of these people are breeding.. have you seen these chicks.. I am talking freaky deaky people!!! There should be rules.. I mean I think you have to go through more hoops to adopt a dog then to breed..!

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Judas Go Home!

We beat L.A.!
Enough said.
Ba-bye Landon..!!
SAN JOSE -- Los Angeles Galaxy forward Landon Donovan scored for the first time against his former team, but it wasn't enough as the San Jose Earthquakes got a late goal from former Galaxy defender Danny Califf to win 2-1 Saturday night at Spartan Stadium.
Alejandro Moreno, another former Galaxy player, also scored for the Earthquakes, who remain unbeaten at home during the MLS regular season. With the win, San Jose extended its lead atop the Western Conference to eight points ahead of second-place FC Dallas, which drew 2-2 with Chivas USA.
The match got off to a strong start, as both teams looked to attack from the opening whistle. Los Angeles nearly got on the board in the eighth minute, but Onstad came up with a big shot to deny overlapping center back Pablo Chinchilla, who had gotten behind Kelly Gray.
Ronald Cerritos was a constant threat early for San Jose, as he was able to collect balls by dropping into midfield as well as get behind the defense on occasion. In the 14th minute, Cerritos received a long pass from Brian Mullan and was able to get a shot off with the outside of his right foot from just outside the penalty spot. However, Galaxy 'keeper Kevin Hartman was able to make the easy save.
Clark had a chance in the 22nd minute, but his full volley missed wide right. After Moreno won a corner kick, Chung served the ball in and it was headed out to De Rosario, who laid it off to Clark at the top of the box. Clark took a touch and then hit his volley.
The Earthquakes' continued pressure resulted in their first goal just a minute later. After Chung was hacked in the right corner by Chinchilla, he found Moreno with the ensuing free kick. Moreno got inside of Marshall and flicked in a header while making solid contact with Hartman. Despite protestations from several members of the Galaxy, the goal stood, and San Jose led in the 23rd minute.
Booed once again on every touch of the ball, Donovan appeared to be off his game in the first 30 minutes of his second visit to Spartan Stadium as an opposing player. Califf added to his woes by shoving him to the turf in the 29th minute, but the veteran defender was able to escape a yellow-card caution from referee Abbey Okulaja.
However, Donovan came to life minutes later. Just seconds after running mate Jovan Kirovski left the game with a contusion to his right knee suffered in a collision with San Jose defender Eddie Robinson, the former San Jose star struck for his first goal against his old team.
Herculez Gomez, who replaced Kirovski, flicked a ball to Donovan, who headed it past the sliding Ricardo Clark. Donovan then let loose with a swerving, dipping shot from 22 yards out into the upper right corner to make it 1-1.
Coming off a spirited midweek U.S. Open Cup match that resulted in eight yellow cards and a sending off of Los Angeles defender Todd Dunivant, the first half was hotly contested but relatively clean.
Galaxy right back Chris Albright was issued the game's first yellow card in the 45th minute for a studs-up challenge on Wade Barrett. San Jose right back Gray then received a caution just a couple minutes later for dissent.
However, tempers began to flare in the second half. After a hard -- but clean -- tackle by Chung on Tyrone Marshall, the Galaxy defender reacted angrily by repeatedly shoving the Earthquakes midfielder. Marshall was shown the yellow card in the 51st minute for his actions. Beyond that, the match featured no further incidents.
San Jose got off to a quick start in the second half as Cerritos nearly scored in the 46th minute off a set piece cross from Chung. Cerritos slipped in behind the Galaxy defense, but his point-blank header was deflected by Hartman and then back off Cerritos for a goal kick.
Sheer effort by Mullan resulted in another scoring opportunity for the Earthquakes in the 61st minute as he outworked Dunivant near the endline to keep the ball in. Mullan then ran the ball down and played it back to Gray, who served the ball in to Dwayne De Rosario for a header that was parried off the bar and over the endline by Hartman.
Moreno got behind the defense in the 64th minute off a combination play from the hustling Chung and De Rosario, but under Marshall's pressure, he was unable to get much on his shot and Hartman saved easily.
The match maintained its intensity throughout as both teams searched enthusiastically for the winning goal. Albright outwrestled Ronald Cerritos in the penalty area to latch onto a free kick by Donovan, but his header slammed off the right post in the 65th minute. Then in the 67th minute, Donovan turned Califf in the area, but his left-footed effort was directly at Onstad.
Off a corner kick from Mark Chung in the 75th minute, Califf beat Chris Albright to the ball and powered a header past Los Angeles goalkeeper Kevin Hartman. For Califf, who spent the first five seasons of his MLS career with the Galaxy, it was his first goal in a San Jose uniform and his first goal since the 2002 campaign.
Donovan nearly broke the hearts of the San Jose faithful yet again, but his 82nd minute free kick was parried over the bar by goalkeeper Pat Onstad.
The Galaxy had a last-gasp effort in stoppage time, but Ricardo Clark was able to challenge Tyrone Marshall just enough to force his point-blank shot off a corner kick over the bar.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

The Addict.. What is the number for that A&E show?

When you live by a schedule and you don't take the time to look around, sometimes you miss stuff.. This "vacation" has made me realize that I have an addict in my very own home. In my home!! Can you believe it.. I never imagined it would happen to me.. (sigh)

Pepper.
Pepper-Lina Silly Billy Almeida has a crutch. She is OBSESSED with this mo fo ball. I CANNOT handle the whining and the barking and the playing.. He CONSTANTLY needs to play with this ball.. throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...throw it.. get it...
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SEND HELP! FOR ME! PLEASE!

Those who know

This "blog" was intended initially to follow me through the plastic surgery experience.
Little did I know I would land on my ass and not get up for DAYS! I mean it was difficult to move in bed, let alone get up and gleefully share my daily thoughts.
Fear not reader, the blog will stay long after the 3.5 liters per leg was sucked from my thighs.. !!(Damn I was/am a moose) So, be patient and I will continue the fight.
Peace out.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

The true meaning of life..


This year, I met Danny. It was destiny. I think that every person you know brings something different and special to your life. Danny is certainly no exception. I have known Danny forever it seems and we "get" eachother.. Today is Dannys birthday.. and I love him.. Happy Birthday, Danny.. You is my man.. Much love!

Sadness


is the realization that this will most likely be the last season that the Quakes will play in San Jose. I am not kidding myself this time. I have written all the letters and made all the calls .. The idea that they are moving is completely out of the control of anyone I have the ability to influence. I have photographed my seat .. In a little tribute.. It has taken care of my ass for 10 seasons.. Bravo mr bench.. bravo.
Did you notice it is RIGHT behind the Quakes bench! What a time I have had .. fromthe celebrations after a Ching goal, to Kinnear telling the ref he is in fact in his area.. and to leave him alone.. (sigh)

Happiness


.. can truly be defined as the instant that this photo was taken. A man I really admire was arm in arm with sweet lil ol ME. We both look so perfect together.. I noticed that our eyes are like exactly the same color... that must mean something! Its kinda freaky that you can pretty much see evry tooth in my mouth.. I am gushing a little... After the picture was taken, I tapped his rock hard back and said thanks.. (sigh).. Vic said he is homely in person.. jealousy is not pretty.

Go Quakes!

Mental note: Ask doctor to possibly increase my meds....

Friday, August 12, 2005

Crunch time.

I have been eagerly awaiting for August 16th to roll around.. Not only will it be my brothers 29th birthday, but it will also be the start of quite a little adventure.. At 7:30 am, I will going "under the knife" ... My lateral, anterior and medial thighs will be under attack..
I love watching Dr 90210 .. After watching a marathon, I got to thinking that maybe I could be sculpted.. I decided to email Dr Li and ask her to take me on as a pro-bono case. I love to write letters and see what my words can accomplice. As I was crafting my letter, I began to do a little investigating.. and discovered that there were companies out there that finance purely plastic surgery procedures.. as a lark, I decided to apply.. Little did I now that I would qualify! My financial advisor had given me the name of a great surgeon in my area and I decided it wouldn't hurt to see what he had to say.. You know if I got naked in front of the dude, I must be serious, right.. Well the surgery in THIS Tuesday! Pray for me,eh?

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Replacing one funk with another is not the answer


Mad shout out to Paul Matsui.. My Honda compadre. He hooked me up with a sweet deal and has been guiding me through the Honda owner experience ever since. His wife, LORI, the chick I gots to work with has apparently decided I am crazy.. Perhaps it is my sweet disposition or my constant comments about how hot her 17 year old son is.. (whatever!) Anyways, back to Paul.. I happen to mention that due to an unusually hot day and a pair of very cheaply made star jones mules, my feet developed a funky funk. I happen to take my shoes off in the car and it seems that the funk got sucked up into the air vent.. NOW every time I use the air conditioner I get flash backs to the funk.. AGH! So, I tell Lori about my little dilemma.. and she shares it with Paul .. who writes on the service order, for all the lil mechanics to see that I have a foot issue.. This is the cross I have to bear .. Must everyone know that behind my hottness is a funkness? you think they could cut me some slack!!! ANYWAYS.. the answer to my funk foot issue, was to spray some funky ass egg smelling shit. My head starting pounding.. and it was so hot out that I couldn't roll down the windows.. I was encased in a horrible egg jail!!! (I think it might be LORI's revenge...)The moral of the story. DEAL WITH IT. My feet smell pretty sweet compared to OTHER stuff.. It kinda grows on ya, you know a sign of good old fashioned .. back breaking work.. !! I am human, I sweat.. jeesh!

Oh yeah. Much love to Paul. He is a sweetheart. He might even buy you lunch on Lori's credit card.. Wink wink.. Nudge nudge!

What is my mo fo problem...



Well, if you know me... it is more along the lines of .."now what".. I am always having some drama.. but this really takes the cake! My DEAR ..LOVELY friend.. A man I have known forever and who laughs at all my stupid jokes had a birthday and I FORGOT.. I mean, hello? What is my problem. He went to Nordstroms and got me Chanel lipstick for mine (thanks, Pat.. Its FAB!) and I couldn't even call him.. I am mortified at myself.. I am so sorry my darling.. I will treat you and Jodith to dinner.. Unfortunately, due to my current situation it will most likely be 2 for $2 at the BK lounge! but its the thought, right? LOVE YOU MAN!

mental note for next year: 07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...07-28...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

It comes out the wazoo.


So, I am going to be an aunt.. again.
This time it is a little different, because it is my sister.. MY sister.. she will be brutally honest about it all... No flower coated stories about the pain being "not that bad" (hello it comes out your kootch!!) She will share the pain and the joy of it all. She deserves little Sabine Kuehnel.. She deserves EVERY happiness... Even if miss skinny minny, My skinny little wonderwoman now has a BIG ass belly.. The prima ballerina who only gave up her craft because it conflicted with Saturday morning cartoons. My sweet playmate who thought it would be funny to tell me to run really,really fast down the hall way .. only to be clothes lined by the yarn she had strategically woven between two doors.. ah.. the good ol days...

Much love sis.

Una Mas


Same Game. First goal (out of 3) woo hoo! There is no place I would rather be.. The energy is electric! Doesn't it seem like a wonderland.. The sky exploded with goodness and love and the world is right! Shall I break into a spiritual here? You know, God is an AWESOME GOD! (this is where Lucy would jump up like da fool.. hand to the sky and be like one of them ladies on the infomercial) .. Speaking of which, I miss mealie...

My tribute to the J Giles band!


I happen to be going through the pictures on my camera and I came upon this little beauty. I decided to post it to freeze the moment in time.. A little tear is welling up in my eye. I spose I should tend to it,eh?

et tu, ficus?


so, the evening would not be complete until I found yet another thing I failed at.. I happened to be taking a gander at my little ficus.. I loved this tree.. I use the past tense, because I don't think it qualifies as a tree anymore.. It use to gingerly touch the ceiling.. massive branches filled with leaves barely fit into the southeast corner of the room..

NOW?
The ficus is on a hunger strike. I have a feeling that its in cahoots with the geranium.. I guess it is under the impression that M-I-L will come in and save the day.. I mean, I did try! I went to Starbucks and gave the good ol boy some grounds.. Apparently, they like that.. But the only thing that happened was a big mold patch grew on the dirt.. Who knew you were suppose to spread it around.. (mental note: write Starbucks on the importance of directions)
I feed it Miracle grow.. Which is a crock.. Because as you can see, it is a sad little shrub.. It truly NEEDS a miracle.. What am I to do?
Mother Alves Just happen to put her Ficus.. (ironic she has the same plant) out in the front yard.. It is on steiroids or something.. It is so perfect, it doesn't look real.. agh.. Perhaps I should give her tree a little Moose attention,eh? hmm. The mind is going now!

why yes, Lisa.. I am at the airport


Technically speaking .. I do live on the runway.. So, when you try and make an unannounced visit and want to come over while you know full well I am in my grubby clothes.. I AM NOT lying when I say I am at the airport.. I have taken the liberty of going into my back yard.. and taking a photo.. STRAIGHT UP ... No trick photography here..
I live in what the high falooting realtors call a flight path.. VERY EXCLUSIVE!

You are forgiven for doubting me.

da hood.

I have lived in Willow Glen for most of my life.. I married into the hood.. It is ok.. I mean it is not out by the Betty Boop fence, but we do have our own challenges..

Over the past 3 years, I have had some key learning experiences..
For instance... I couldn't figure out how those pesky kids got their shoes stuck on the electricity lines.. I took the time to call around and the nice man from the PG&E came over and took them down.. funny thing, they found their way back up there pretty darn quick..
Another thing that makes me wonder.. why do the police make special nightly visits to my neighborhood. Up and down the streets they drive.. I personally think they want to make sure all the girls and boys stop playing hide and seek in the bushes and get home in time for supper..
Why else would they flash those high powered flood lights in all the yards.. hmm.

Like I don't have a clue..


So, the other day I was running out the door to work.. at like 7am.. and the old woman was outside gardening.. She had her kung foo hat on (apparently to keep the summer sun off her dooo) She had obviously been out there for some time sweeping her dirt pile (will get into that story another time) .. Her face was all dewey.. (wait that sounds sweet) she was ALL sweaty and nasty.. Big pit rings.. ew.. .. ANYWHO..

As I was walking out MY door, she stopped me and told me how pretty my geraniums were.. They finally got flowers... I said, yeah yeah.. And then she said all it took was some water.. Implying that I either do not know how plants grow or I am a complete idiot.. It does irritate me that she took the liberty of watering MY plants. I am incapable of tending to geraniums. The plant that will outlive us all.. AGH!

She cooks.. she scores!


As I stated before. I don't cook. I am on atkins and at this point, I see food as fuel.... (Although low carb butter pecan ice cream is DA BOMB! Shout out to Shwanny man!!) I fully understand that this is not my husbands fault and he has to eat.. So, I take my hard earned money and try and stock the house with premade delicious entrees that Ms Marie Callenders has slaved over.. I don't leave my man out in the cold.. I got his back! But lately, the old woman.. (aka M-I-L) cooks for him.. Heaping plates of Ghoulosh.. Morning Noon and Night this boy is getting fed.. How can I be blamed for not taking care of the man if she steps in? I mean if I was a man it would be emasculating.. What is it when I am a chick.. The old woman has nerve.. After I tripped over the beautifully folded clothes.. (see photo below) I ran into these.. (see photo above) I think if she could and it was appropriate she would probably sleep with him, too.. She needs to BACK OFF.. does anyone know how to say that in Portuguese?

This says it all...

By no fault of my own, my mother in law lives with me.. Not technically, because we have completely separate houses.. they are just connected.. they share a common wall... a thick security door.. (which she ironically has the key for) ...

I can go days without seeing her, but her presence is always felt. My husband married me.. Me. the girl who hates to cook.. and only cleans once or twice a month. The girl who doesn't know you should wash a chicken before you cook it.. (who knew??) The girl who jams the washer with every color imaginable.. (including white and dark) .. and uses clorox excessively..

His MOTHER makes it very clear that I am not good enough for her boy. (see photo above) I come home from a hard draining day at work to this. A pile of his neatly folded clothes in my kitchen. This tells me two things... I have failed her boy yet again.. and she was in my house.. :(


Saturday, August 06, 2005

Aloha!



The annual all star break is finally over...and tonight MLS started the 2nd 1/2 of the season.. Quakes POUNDED the "yellow submarine" crew. The best part of the evening was that it was Hawaiian night and I got lei'd .. finally. The night was to honor STAR forward.. your friend and mine.. Brian Ching. Native Hawaiian son. (see photos above).. isn't he a Qt ?? He is still on injured reserve so he wasn't suited up to play.. but he was in the cutest lil outfit!

Just saw LA get pounded and Landon was SHUT DOWN! woo hoo.. God is GOOD. Much Love. Peace OUT!

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Is my head big?


I use to think my head was of average size. Every member of my family has generally the same size head, so I really had no way to judge its enormity. When the idea that my head was a wee bit larger then the average Joe was brought to my attention, I thought long and hard and decided it meant I had a massive brain.. I was, in essence, a freak of nature! My brain was far bigger then the mere mortals that I was forced to mingle with every damn day.. It was quite simply jam packed with smarts!
This leads to the day when my dream world came crashing down around me! A few weeks ago, I was overjoyed to learn that I would be in the background of an actual Quakes game action photo. The photo would appear in the local paper for all my homegirls to see.. (Being a season ticket holder does have its privileges, you know... !! ) My excitement turned to horror when I realized that my heads gynormousness took the attention off the game and focused it square on my 24 inch noggin!

Woe is me.
Mental Note: I must take solace in knowing I am smarter then every other MO FO out there!

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Life's funny road


You know .. who would have guessed that life would take me to a place where two of my bestest friends would be a chicano homegirl and a chinese lady who claims to have sisterhood pride. Work would be unbearable without them.. We haven't actually vacationed together yet, but I believe time will bring us to that. .. (although I am super concerned about the sistahs idea of a a good time.. somthing about getting all you can eat ribs at a check cashing place??)

Don Vito WASSUP!

He's all mine!



If you know me, you know I have an opinion on EVERYTHING. For instance...
Love soccer / hate baseball... Love Gretta Van Susteran / hate Hannity and Colmes.
Dan Abrahms is hot / Vin Diesal is NOT.... Dogs rock / Cats are smelly.....
(I will stop!! cuz this could go on for days)
One other thing about me is that I always complain about my husband. ALWAYS.
We seem to have a love hate relationship. I can never do anything right and he never has time for me. But you know what? He is MY husband. He "belongs" to me. I am his woman. I love that. and I love him! Cheers to my hot sexy Portugues ball -o- fire.. From the **moment** I saw him, I knew we would be married.. I love you man!
Peace out .. AND for the love of God, gimme some lovin already!