do it to it!

I've been whining for it to be warmer again so I don't have to deal with static-y hair and layers of clothing. But now that it's warmer, it gives me no more excuse to not go back to my workout routine. The winter's hibernation was SO comfortable! Eating whatever the hell I wanted was great while it lasted. But I guess the summer dog days will be my motivation. I cant way to:

GET to the beach and see old men in nude colored speedos attempting to run on the beach.

TANNING poolside with someone shooting freezing water on me with a super soaker.

EATING the seven birthday cakes my one cousin will get during his five different birthday parties.

WASHING my car from bird poop.

Honest to god, this is my favorite season :)

99 bottles of beer on the wall...

so...i'm making beer...at home. my other half is making wine, so why the repeat? making beer takes several things. 1. money 2. a beer kit 3. muscles. i never thought a beer kit would have been so expensive, but i got two sets of hops, two different liquid malts and three packets of dry malt some books, plastic buckets, a glass carboy, and a ton of other things.

 

so when i first started with the kit, i decided to do it upstairs in the hallway. the instructions say that it should be in a temp that was around 68-70 degrees and me, thinking the hallway would be cool enough, left it there for the first 24 hours. came home from work the second day and found it like, bubbling out of the sides of the plastic lid, which was put on very tightly in my opinion because i actually sat on it to close it. started to take the anti-lock off of it (a thing that lets bubbles escape out of the jar) which was already filled with other things than water and it exploded and began raining its poop on me!!! it was everywhere. on the stairs, on the landing, in my HAIR. it smelled like someone had thrown up and it looked like ten thousand kids had really dirty noses and picked them all at once around me. i determined after much panic, that it must have been too hot upstairs and it was driving the yeast crazy. so i used my muscles and moved the 6 gallons of beer & co down the damn stairs and in the kitchen. thought it was going to be good. nope. this time the entire lid popped off and shot the anti-lock somewhere and more poop scattered but on the wall this time. but i wasn't home, and my aunt had to clean up. hehehe. not funny, but sorta kinda. now it's at the sitting-waiting stage. four weeks to be exact. 

stinky, stinky, stinky

so i've noticed that these new annoying bugs have been bombarding my window screen. 

these are called stink bugs and they are super annoying. several have successfully escaped into my room and freaked me out with a perfect landing in my hair. and since they do nothing but obscure my window view of my trees, i wanted to see what the deal is with these things!!!! 

i swear i haven't seen these damn things last year so i googled them and found that they are from china. great. i understand we get a lot of things from china, but c'mon. bugs now too?? i can do without, chinese government. 

so apparently you can't kill these suckers with regular pesticides like bombs and if you do try and kill them they emit a stink like skunks do. 

on the flip side, vacuums and they don't have mouths and poison so they can't kill you! most they'll do is maybe suck on you. also, in vietnam, these things are eaten as crunchy snacks. so, maybe this will be our new american cuisine? [cue the gag reflex]

growing up

i remember in the first couple of posts i had published for this blog, i had listed a human being's rough timeline of the major points in life. and through that, it was really obvious that life occurs in stages, some unpleasant (being 13 and the best thing was that you could now sign up for facebook) and some pleasant (age 21 - you can smoke, drink, gamble, go to the club, whatever floated your boat) things.

undeniably, i am in my own phase right now, whether or not my "busy" life can mask it. today i found out a close friend got engaged. and it's exactly at these moments in time when you can't really say, "what? i thought we were still 18." not that people don't get married/engaged at 18, but at my 18, i was having fun in school and still floating off somewhere.
but not everyone around me, i've noticed, at my age really notices the glaring signs that are telling you, you're getting older. grow up. 


the first telling sign is facebook. sure you might get 300+ updates a day or every hour or whatever facebook's push speed is, but if you scroll down and you find little hearts here and there, it means someone's either in a relationship, got engaged, or got married. probably the latter two in our day and stage (and you probably start hearing yourself talk like an old person...). secondly, you start day dreaming with friends (and even just by yourself) even more about getting married and having babies, if there was ever such a thing for girls!! and then comes that last and final stage where i think shows that you're really in trouble, you start wondering when its going to be your turn to post on facebook that, (__person__) is engaged to (__person__) and then for no apparent reason you start getting angry at your other half wondering why the hell he hasn't been as romantic as so-and-so's boyfriend (but all this is kaput if you don't have a boyfriend to begin with, sorry to say).

its sad how fast life moves on without you. first thing, you find yourself yanked out of a warm liquid womb. then you're somewhere on the road trying to learn to drive the right way. then you're going to college and living the life. or so you thought until you get married and find your kids a pain in the butt. then you realize you're up there watching people cry over your wooden casket because you went away.

the story of life

three words: i want one

i'm sitting in the car with my grandma today and she asks me to take her to the hair salon, revealing a little secret at the same time.

Gma: i got yelled at last time since i asked your aunt to pick me up from the salon that time.

me: why?

Gma: because she (meaning boss lady) said that if i take the recreational bus there, i have to take it back. 

me: well, yeah. they're responsible for you. 

Gma: yeah. i wanted to take the bus to the hair salon today since the lady who yelled at me last time is going into the hospital for a surgery. it's her daughter on duty today and she's not as smart.

trust me. my eye brows were raised, but in an amused way. she didn't end up doing it by the way since i had a last minute dentist appointment that she accompanied me to. i love it.