So, yeah, I decided that when I am cooking Indian food, I am going to go by my Hindu name, Ekaparnika, which means "Goddess Durga." She is a ten armed goddess warrior, who is often seen riding a tiger or a lion, and is so radiant, you totally need really, really, really ridiculously dark shades to be in her presence. She rocked the world of a really bad demon dude, who underestimated her mad skills based on her femininity. I'm not a feminist, but that dude was crack-a-lackin' on somethin' for reals though!
At any rate, Ashwina and I were rolling out rotli on Saturday and had a blast! We were able to do some catching up and to talk about "the old days." :) I really miss seeing she and Todd, so I will have to make a greater effort to stay in contact. She only lives a few moments away from me for goodness sakes, there is no excuse!
I made a run to the Indian grocer over off El Camino and Lawrence and was able to get a few things I needed. I needed a new valun, and I picked up some henna while I was there, as well as a few spoons for my spices and such. I can't wait to put my new "aakario" (the thingy you roll out the rotli on) to good use! I should be done constructing and curing it in about a week from today!!!
ej
24 February 2009
15 February 2009
Kidnapped!!!
Yes, it's true! I was kidnapped on Friday, the thirteenth of February, two thousand-and nine, at approximately twenty and one hundred hours (that's nine o'clock at night). For three days, and two nights, I was either sleeping in the back seat of a white Toyota Prius, napping on a queen sized bed at the Econo Lodge in Anaheim, or walking, riding, sitting, shopping, eating, and laughing at the "happiest place on earth." Yes, I was kidnapped and "forced" to spend time at Disneyland! Here is the confession of the culprits.
It was decided that I was to pack a formal dress and comfortable shoes. Little did I know that I would be wearing the dress for no less than seventeen hours! It was a "theme" birthday celebration in Anaheim on Valentine's day! Messie Jessie was turning twenty and seven, and so we were "princesses" for the day and drew much attention in our formal attire! Rachel, never let a dull moment pass, as she frequently, no regularly, shared her "talent" for singing and expressing her excitement in a shrill, spine shattering voice, "DISNEYLAND!" Not only did she feel it important to remind us, and others that we were all still in Disneyland, but she also made it her goal to go noticed, and perhaps "be discovered." In her effort, she performed several patriotic favorites, "You're a grand ol' flag" among them, as well as her own personal renditions of "An Actor's Life for Me," among several other Disney favorites. Lucky us!
It was perfect weather for a day at Disneyland. It was nice and cool, and at night, all you needed was a sweatshirt! The longest we waited for a ride was forty and five minutes, and that was for Indiana Jones (which we rode twice). We also rode Buzz Lightyear (twice, my scores were terrible), Star Tours, Honey I Shrunk the Audience, Snow White, Peter Pan, Mad Hatter Tea Cups, Winnie the Pooh, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (fantastic by the way), Pirates of the Caribbean, The Haunted Mansion, and of course, Jungle Tour. We ate beef kebabs, clam chowder, churros, chocolate covered bananas, popcorn, and bought "ear hats" with our names embroidered on the back, and were ridiculously tired. Still, we still found the energy to shop from midnight till closing. Who knew? Who knew we could do all that on only a couple hours of sleep?
I liked the barber shop quartet, and the trash can drummers! I'm short, so the videos are not great, but you can still hear it!!!
It was decided that I was to pack a formal dress and comfortable shoes. Little did I know that I would be wearing the dress for no less than seventeen hours! It was a "theme" birthday celebration in Anaheim on Valentine's day! Messie Jessie was turning twenty and seven, and so we were "princesses" for the day and drew much attention in our formal attire! Rachel, never let a dull moment pass, as she frequently, no regularly, shared her "talent" for singing and expressing her excitement in a shrill, spine shattering voice, "DISNEYLAND!" Not only did she feel it important to remind us, and others that we were all still in Disneyland, but she also made it her goal to go noticed, and perhaps "be discovered." In her effort, she performed several patriotic favorites, "You're a grand ol' flag" among them, as well as her own personal renditions of "An Actor's Life for Me," among several other Disney favorites. Lucky us!
It was perfect weather for a day at Disneyland. It was nice and cool, and at night, all you needed was a sweatshirt! The longest we waited for a ride was forty and five minutes, and that was for Indiana Jones (which we rode twice). We also rode Buzz Lightyear (twice, my scores were terrible), Star Tours, Honey I Shrunk the Audience, Snow White, Peter Pan, Mad Hatter Tea Cups, Winnie the Pooh, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (fantastic by the way), Pirates of the Caribbean, The Haunted Mansion, and of course, Jungle Tour. We ate beef kebabs, clam chowder, churros, chocolate covered bananas, popcorn, and bought "ear hats" with our names embroidered on the back, and were ridiculously tired. Still, we still found the energy to shop from midnight till closing. Who knew? Who knew we could do all that on only a couple hours of sleep?
I liked the barber shop quartet, and the trash can drummers! I'm short, so the videos are not great, but you can still hear it!!!
The day was fantastic, and I was completely surprised when I found out where we were going for the weekend! Thanks, Jessie! Thanks, Rachel! It was a great time! To finish this post, here is a video of the fireworks!!! Unfortunately, my camera does not do the fireworks display any justice whatsoever!!!
ej
12 February 2009
"Tapout" my Car
I don't name my cars usually, others generally decide on one for me, but my current car does not have a name, simply "Tapout." (I have a "Tapout" sticker on my rear window) I got this car after the passing of my grandmother, and I have enjoyed my time with this car.
Tapout came to me with a few minor issues, best I could tell, but over the past year or so, she has developed several increasingly challenging problems. I don't mind that she isn't a fancy car, or that I am still unsure what her original color is, or was, as things of that nature are simply aesthetic. It's a 1986 Toyota Camry, that I think may have sat for a long time unloved.
The other day I was cruising through the parking lot of my friends' apartment complex, and taking each speed bump with much caution (Tapout needs a front strut), as my rear end came slowly over the bump, I heard loud sounds coming from my "trunk." I figured I had some glass jars in my trunk that were broken. Of course, I keep many glass jars in my trunk, right? Well, come midnight, as my friend Mike is walking me down with all the Rockband gear I notice that my muffler and catalytic converter are sitting peacefully on the pavement. Mike being the guy he is, got down on the ground and took a look at the goings on below my trunk (Thanks Jaime for having such a good husband). He re-attaches the thing to the thingies, and I am on my merry way.
Two days later...
I am returning to Mike and Jaime's place to drop off a fantastic film (300 - the edited PG-13 version) I get halfway through their complex when I hear the muffler drop again, but this time instead of a "broken glass" sound, my car sounds like a race car! Not because it sounds like a finely tuned racing machine, but because it was so loud my ears ached. After talking to Jaime for a few minutes, and she even offering to help me out, I went down resolved to re-attach the thingy to the thingies on my own! Even after getting down and dirty (:)-) the sound was increasingly loud. By the time I got home, my ears ached so badly, and I had to keep my window down to keep from passing out from the exhaust! My car floor vibrated so much, my feet were still tingling as I walked to my door step.
Last night, my cousin came to listen to my car, and I hope that by the time I return from my weekend in who knows where, I will have a better performing car, as my cousin also promises to do a few other things to it to improve it's performance. I sure hope it doesn't die. That would be sad.
ej
Tapout came to me with a few minor issues, best I could tell, but over the past year or so, she has developed several increasingly challenging problems. I don't mind that she isn't a fancy car, or that I am still unsure what her original color is, or was, as things of that nature are simply aesthetic. It's a 1986 Toyota Camry, that I think may have sat for a long time unloved.
The other day I was cruising through the parking lot of my friends' apartment complex, and taking each speed bump with much caution (Tapout needs a front strut), as my rear end came slowly over the bump, I heard loud sounds coming from my "trunk." I figured I had some glass jars in my trunk that were broken. Of course, I keep many glass jars in my trunk, right? Well, come midnight, as my friend Mike is walking me down with all the Rockband gear I notice that my muffler and catalytic converter are sitting peacefully on the pavement. Mike being the guy he is, got down on the ground and took a look at the goings on below my trunk (Thanks Jaime for having such a good husband). He re-attaches the thing to the thingies, and I am on my merry way.
Two days later...
I am returning to Mike and Jaime's place to drop off a fantastic film (300 - the edited PG-13 version) I get halfway through their complex when I hear the muffler drop again, but this time instead of a "broken glass" sound, my car sounds like a race car! Not because it sounds like a finely tuned racing machine, but because it was so loud my ears ached. After talking to Jaime for a few minutes, and she even offering to help me out, I went down resolved to re-attach the thingy to the thingies on my own! Even after getting down and dirty (:)-) the sound was increasingly loud. By the time I got home, my ears ached so badly, and I had to keep my window down to keep from passing out from the exhaust! My car floor vibrated so much, my feet were still tingling as I walked to my door step.
Last night, my cousin came to listen to my car, and I hope that by the time I return from my weekend in who knows where, I will have a better performing car, as my cousin also promises to do a few other things to it to improve it's performance. I sure hope it doesn't die. That would be sad.
ej
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