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
20 January 2009
Change
Change...
Change can be like a crossword puzzle
You have all the clues to guide you
To help you fill in the blanks
Just when it's almost complete
You realize one word is off
Not that it's not a "right" answer
Just that it isn't the one you needed
So, you look for your eraser and get to work!
Now, all the other answers seem to follow
Some you didn't even know you knew, but did...
But that simple change was a catalyst
For all the changes yet to come
Before you know it, it's midnight
And your eyes are heavy, and your pencil dull
You hit the lights and put your hands behind your head
As you consider your progress for the day
You gaze into a world unknown, through the ceiling paint
You half smile as you realize you have returned
To your bed and crossword puzzle
Good night, World.
Good night, my Love.
Good night, Me.
ej
Change can be like a crossword puzzle
You have all the clues to guide you
To help you fill in the blanks
Just when it's almost complete
You realize one word is off
Not that it's not a "right" answer
Just that it isn't the one you needed
So, you look for your eraser and get to work!
Now, all the other answers seem to follow
Some you didn't even know you knew, but did...
But that simple change was a catalyst
For all the changes yet to come
Before you know it, it's midnight
And your eyes are heavy, and your pencil dull
You hit the lights and put your hands behind your head
As you consider your progress for the day
You gaze into a world unknown, through the ceiling paint
You half smile as you realize you have returned
To your bed and crossword puzzle
Good night, World.
Good night, my Love.
Good night, Me.
ej
02 January 2009
New year's Eve in the foggy Valley
Road Trip 
"Snack" in Clovis 
Jessie posing in Tianna's room!
Welcome to my Town! 
Memorial Hall "Event" Parking 
home town tortillas 
and veggie stand/store 
working to get us all in the pic 
Got it!!! Dang, we're cute!!! 
NYE Dance Fresno 
sucking at Rock Band 
Detour to Temple 
Gimpy because I hurt my back!
when you wish you had a fancy camera to really capture the greatness of the sky!!!
12 October 2008
My Dream Come True
Yes, ladies and gentlemen! I made it to the concert of my dreams!!! Here is the basic break down:
We get there early to get in line. We wait for Veronica and Cathy (they are making their way up from Fresno). We wait in line, laugh at all the people sporting their New Kids gear (secretly jealous we didn't have the funds to do the exact same thing. The event staff finally let us enter the Pavilion.
I make a mad dash for the entrance, flying up the steps, do a ballet leap, and then a second one, surprising, not only the event stuff, but even myself at how much air my not small in stature self, actually got! As the event staff person scanned my ticket I said, "Don't worry, I work out." Not only was I excited for the concert, Mother Nature was calling my name, and out of respect for her, I answered the call as soon as I was indoors.
After a few opening acts, one being Natasha Beddingfield, who was quite good, the introduction music, lights, and on screen light show began!
I screamed...
We get there early to get in line. We wait for Veronica and Cathy (they are making their way up from Fresno). We wait in line, laugh at all the people sporting their New Kids gear (secretly jealous we didn't have the funds to do the exact same thing. The event staff finally let us enter the Pavilion.
I make a mad dash for the entrance, flying up the steps, do a ballet leap, and then a second one, surprising, not only the event stuff, but even myself at how much air my not small in stature self, actually got! As the event staff person scanned my ticket I said, "Don't worry, I work out." Not only was I excited for the concert, Mother Nature was calling my name, and out of respect for her, I answered the call as soon as I was indoors.
After a few opening acts, one being Natasha Beddingfield, who was quite good, the introduction music, lights, and on screen light show began!
I screamed...
...I cried...
I screamed some more...
...I cried...yes, again...
..."they're back" and then...
they came on the stage...
They came on the stage, and I about died! Okay, so they never made it to the Orosi Memorial Hall, but I was watching them live and in concert. I brought my girls with me, and by the end of the concert, which happened to be amazing, and I'm not just saying that, even Carrie was shaking what her mama gave her!!! It was fantastic, and there really isn't much more I can say that can describe the amount of energy that filled the arena! There were more really, really, really pregnant women there, then I have ever seen at a concert, and I wouldn't be surprised if some of them went into labor, but waited till the concert was over before asking for help to the local Emergency Room.
Jessie was deaf from me screaming in both of her ears, and grabbing her by the arm and jumping up and down, and screaming, like somebody really hot was singing...oh wait, there was! Despite my desire to be a lady, the obscenities, and desires of my body were in control of my mouth. I swear, in those moments, I really did want Jordan Knight to leave his wife, marry me, and I would raise his current children, as well as have the rest of them! I'm sure he would convert! At least, I was convinced of it that night!
It was amazing! Thanks girls! I had a blast! Post concert breakfast and shopping was amazing as well.
ej
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