tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92472202011-10-05T21:09:08.815-07:00Join me in my profanity laced journey as I cook, eat, decorate, craft, bitch, laugh, cry, watch TV and movies, and try to be a healthy fat girl.n u n u m uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05199209592866675664noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9247220.post-71086629691957230262011-10-05T20:31:00.000-07:002011-10-05T21:09:08.852-07:00

So, remember earlier this year, when I made an unofficial vow to make this the Best Little Blog Ever in my own way? I certainly cannot guarantee that if I don't write any posts. Hmph. If you've noticed my absence, I thank you. In the interim of the past month + days, I've been quite busy taking care of shit. AKA Bidniz. AKA Cleaning Up House, taking care of tedium so that someday down the line, I

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One of the characters in Amy Tan's The Joy Luck Club was described as having "too much water." I'm not talking about feeling bloated and gassy, even thought that also describes me perfectly. I'm referring to "too much water, and you flowed in too many directions." There's so many things I want to do! Be the next Julia Childs! Be the next Stephen King/J.K. Rowling/John Grisham! After digging deep

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This morning, I was feeling hungry and it wasn't quite lunch time. I decided to peruse one of my favorite cyber haunts for food porn. This morning's postings have been all about "A Pie For Mikey." Upon clicking one of the links, I found out that a stalwart mainstay of the online food community had lost her husband to a sudden heart attack. I've never visited her food blog, never knew about her

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Every 6 months, I make Yobo a mixtape. I'm all about these babies, professing my love and affection through music, and trying not to be jealous that someone else's poetry makes more emotional sense than what I've scrawled in letters. Nowadays, it isn't really a tape. And in the 90's, it turned into mixed CDs. I wanted to stay old school, so I started out making him mixed CDs (who uses tapes

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I became a fan of the Black Keys when the super awesome School of Rock came out. I downloaded procured the soundtrack, and "Set You Free" was one of those songs that I looped constantly on Winamp (you're old if you used Winamp, like, a lot). I saw them in Long Beach a few years back for a blues event where the Black Crowes were headlining. Flash forward to today, and now it seems like everyone

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So, this past weekend, Chulachong (aka BFF Super Partner in Crime aka Sexy Accomplice) and I hit up one of those "you gotta try this when you visit LA" and/or "you live in LA, but you never had ___???!" joints. The carnies (carnivore, that is) in us were successfully silenced by SAUSAGE! Pink's has been open since 1939, and lots of stars have visited. They have dogs named after such luminaries,

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Yesterday, I was telling Yobo that I was craving ricotta cheese with figs and honey. You might be thinking, "Ohhhh, gourmet! You pishy poshy girl!" But I live in sunny SoCal, where fig trees are native (but unfortunately not as abundant these days), so I can justify it as more of a legit craving. There is a mission fig tree in the shared property behind his house. Can you just imagine it? A

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Yay! I've kept to my word, and I have returned on a Wednesday. I'm sorry I haven't been doing any food, life, political, etc posts like I used to before this current incarnation of the nunumu blog. Laziness is my deadly sin. That, and I get distracted easily. Not making any promises, but making this a real blog (like the ones I regularly read) is a future goal. I also have less motivation to do

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Herow! I wanted to write this post yesterday, but this week has been pretty busy thus far. My goal is to make it a point to write about music on Wednesdays. Ugh. Next Wednesday, I will adhere to this self-imposed schedule.Anywho, if I had another subject header, it would be this:thanks, bossAnd by "boss," I mean The Boss. Bruce Springsteen. Yes, I have officially jumped on that wagon. If you know

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Yessssss! Super excited! Yummy pasta first at Louise's, then ON WITH THE SHOW!(Btw, that's Florence + the Machine up there just in case y'all don't know. She's playing at the Greek tonight.)

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Even though he barely reads this blog (and even though anyone barely reads this blog), Yobo told me casually that I should take pics and make a post about our awesome Memorial Day BBQ fete.The sibs came by, and on the grill went haloumi, which is a Greek cheese with a very high melting point. Trader Joe's did not have 'haloumi' on the label. It just read "Frying Cheese." Weird. Prolly because not

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How lucky are you, denizens of the interwebs, and audience of none, that you get not one, but TWO posts in one day? I guess as lucky as I am to be getting some free time at work (at last!) since no one gives a shit about working on the Friday that is about to launch into a BBQ-laden 3 day weekend. It's perfect timing because I've been putting off blabbing about one of my Top Ten favorite

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Okay, a month has passed since my last post. I am a very bad blogger indeed. (No wonder I have no followers.)Anyway, as I have aptly pointed out in my subject heading, it is now 5 days away from being June. Meaning that 2011 is practically halfway, people! Time flies when you're not having fun. Actually, I have been. Aside from the usual suffering that the COHA hath wrought, and the evil confines

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I love discovering new artists (thanks, Craig!). This folk pop duo from North North America (aka Canada) is opening for the Pixies, who are maddeningly ONLY playing only in Canada. Only one EP, and one album, and I am hooked! I love her vocals, and the non-invasive dreaminess of the tracks.And now, Imaginary Cities...Imaginary Cities - Where'd All The Living Go And since we're talking about boy/

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Currently listening to: Antichrist Television Blues by Arcade FireHi. So, big changes are a-comin'. MV is leaving now too, and I am in a state of panic. Why panic, right? What's the rush? It's just that in my head, like the wayward Virgo that I am, I've mapped out my life. I've measured everything in increments of time. Sodomized and over-analyzed every nook and cranny. And I'm supposed to be

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I love you. I can't be with you right now because of the people that we are, but it doesn't mean that I don't want the very best for you. I want you to be happy even though you are not with me, and I want your life to be filled with experiences and memories that will shape you to be the best for yourself. I love you, and I miss you, but we can't be together because we would fight. I would think

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Merry Christmas, Kenta. You are missed.And, I love my family very much.

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Oh shit. Today I am twenty six years old.

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I'm not one for prayers and "faith" the way people talk about it here and there, but today I ask for patience, forgiveness, and lenience.

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Exciting news! I have created a new blog here, and I hope to get my loose ends organized to maintain both. All of the stuff that's stored digitally really needs organization. It all reminds me of that current Justin Timberlake commercial that's out right now. Sorry about the dry spell, nobody, but I've been swamped with work and personal business. Bah!P.S. Happy Birthday to my MOMMY! And the

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Hello, reader(s). It's been longer than I thought, but - to be fair - it's been chaotic at work, and at this point, I just want a vacation.Wooo, lookie up there. What is that? What do those two films have in common besides eccentric-in-real-life good-looking short Caucasian leads? I will tell you that they beg the question of the sometimes fine line of morality. At least for me. What is better:

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All I want is a little simplicity! I might move again...sorry, people. This CSS and html5 coding is driving me nuts!

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Reader(s), it's here!!! Last night, it arrived, and now it's miiiiiiiiiiineee!I had my first (slightly interrupted) lesson with Yobo last night. My right thumb hurts, but I will stick to it, because I'm a rawker gRrl at heart, and now it's time to pwn. What I am beginning to learn: tune a guitar, memorize the Every Asshole Does Good But Evan backwards (in MY mind at least, it's backwards), and

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I hope this is the last time I bring this up, even though I promised not to anymore, but it needs to come out...you don't know that i knowbut i doyou don't think i understandbut i dobut about you not knowing that i knoweven though you might figure it out nowabout you not coming back to visit your placesince that dayabout you being ambiguousas is your wontabout them not visiting his.their place

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Well, readers (especially the non-existent ones), I am plotting a strategic return to the blogosphere. And I will be bigger and better this next time around. And just to keep you in suspense, something different and - hopefully - wonderful will be happening soon! I will keep you all posted. Many things have changed since the last post (that I deleted) with friends and family and within my current

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