The big 2-7!

Mannnnn... weirdness. Yesterday I turned 27. Wowsers. Time does surely fly. Earlier this week I was reminiscing about high school, especially since our reunion will be next year. Damn, almost 10 years since I left the hallowed halls of Oakland Tech. I feel like I am on the bubble... of still being a kid at heart and a grandma... a finer line than I originally thought. Tonight I found three gray hairs... I don't know whether to be proud or pull them out. Ah well, these things do happen with age. Yesterday was pretty fun though. I got some really cool cards from my mom, sis, and bro... and a friend wrote me a poem *sniffle, sniffle* (very touching). We had dinner at Chevy's in Emeryville and it was a nice combo of old and new friends. I finally got to get one of those Chevy hats and that song... I know it's kinda cheesy, but it doesn't take much to make my day. =) Although Bulli yelled out "Happy 40th Kathy!", he made up for it by doing a "Ginuwine" dance for me... hubba hubba! The only downside was that the waiter was rude to my friend, but other than that, good stuff. Then, off to bowling! I represented in the first game... but kinda lost my mojo in the second... but all good fun and friendly competition amongst some great folks. Well, so much for the evening... I can't wait until February when we have part II of the celebration... I can't wait! =)

Wrestlemania 2005!

After helping Bulli with his homework, this is what I got:

KhmerxBxBoi: u is so cool
KhmerxBxBoi: your my hero
KattyGirlD: haha
KattyGirlD: yeah riiiiite
KhmerxBxBoi: to bad your old
KhmerxBxBoi: thats the only problem
KhmerxBxBoi: ahhaha
KattyGirlD: >:o

Two more days before I lay the smackdown... muhahaha!

I got no skills...

Hot guy was in dance class again... hubba hubba =) When guys are great dancers... that's such hotness. Too bad I'm a spazz and I that I have that speech problem... the one where nothing comes out of my mouth or I sound as dumb as the expression on my face. Damn I'm smooth, huh? Maybe I can salvage my lameness some day... who knows. I'll just go to my little corner and die now I guess. =(

I did it!

Today, I finally saw the little girl and her mom. My goodness, that little one is so cute! =) I made her a little stuffed teddy bear, and when I gave it to her... *sigh* the look in her eyes were priceless. I wish I could have communicated with them more, but my Spanish ain't so good, but it all worked out. When I left, the little girl was pushing the teddy bear in her stroller. Again... priceless.

Dental? Damn! Part Deux...

I saw Dr. K again today, he changed my wires. Ouch! Well, not so much. This time it isn't so bad. A little sore, but it'll pass. Every time I go there though, I feel so old. One doc lets his patients play their fav cds, and some kid decides to bring like an old ass O-Town, Backstreet Boys or N*Sync cd -- anywhos, one of those boy band cds and I thought I would go nuts!!! Oh my Goddddd! I have no choice but to lay there and hear that, while Dr. K is poking and prodding on my teeth. I don't know what was more painful? The dental work or the sappy singing oozing from the speakers. Shizer! I made it through. The head doc stopped by again, and dropped more dental jibberish I didn't understand. Then I had the option of picking the color of my power trains. This is the elastic that is literally gonna bring my teeth closer together. Yeah, a 27 year old with hot pink wiring? Way cool, huh? I opted for the clear just to be safe. But if I were 9 years younger... I'd have totally picked the baby blue, hands down! ;)

Failed extra income plan #1 for KattyGirlD...

KattyGirlD: that's what i'm gonna do
KattyGirlD: be a bum
IreneSparkles: hey, not bad
IreneSparkles: except for that smell thing
KattyGirlD: true, true
KattyGirlD: every get rich plan has it's pitfalls
KattyGirlD: crud!
IreneSparkles: haha

And...

That's what friends are for...

I did pretty good this semester. But what kind of love do I get?:
IreneSparkles: congrats on the straight A's NERRRRRRRRD!
IreneSparkles: :-D
IreneSparkles: haha

Oh, and Bulli called me old. Mr. X Lee will soon pay though... muhahaha ;)

You Are the Helper

2 You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you. You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know. Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere. You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.

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You Are the Helper

2 You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you. You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know. Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere. You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.

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I feel like...

Song of the moment:
Maybe Your Baby Lyrics
by Stevie Wonder

I'm feelin' down and some kind of lonely,
Cause' my baby done left me here,
Heart's blazing like a five alarm fire
And I don't even give a care
I feel like the world is turnin' on me,
My dreams turnin' to ashes right in front of my face,
And I'm gettin' kind of worried,
And I feel so out of place,
Maybe your baby done made some other plans,
Maybe your baby done made some other plans
[Background] . . I feel like cryin', yeh, yeh
Maybe baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

I don't like this time of year. I really don't. Tomorrow is the 4th anniversary of my grandma's burial. The 27th of December was the anniversary of her passing. That whole time replays in my mind like it were yesterday, and it hurts. I wish I could block it out -- the pain of those days, but I can't. Some people say that time heals, but with this, I don't think it can. I sometimes don't know what to do. I feel like crying, but I can't. I feel like talking to people, but I can't. I feel like punching my fist through a wall, but I can't and I won't. I just don't know what to do. My grandma, she was a special lady. She helped raise me. Taught me how to read, how to sew, how to be who and what I am today. I am so pissed that she can't see how things are now. She got cheated, big time. I know that she is looking down on us, and that she is proud, but I wish that she could have been here in the physical sense to appreciate it and see it firsthand. It's not fair. I don't ever know if I'll ever get people to understand why I miss her so much. Some people have told me, "Well, she lived a long life...," or that the fact that she was my grandma, we must have not had a close relationship or something. That they think she lived in some far away place, and we only visited her during the holidays or something. No. It's far from that. She helped raise me -- loosing her feels like I lost a parent. She made life so much fun when she was here -- one thought that sticks out in my mind is at my tenth birthday. We didn't have much, and we lived in a really bad part of town. We sent out invites -- in which only about 1/3 responded, and only about half of them actually came. When I was younger, I really thought that "something came up, and so-and-so won't be attending." At least that's what my mom told me. It wasn't until I got older that she said a lot of them stated, "it's not safe over there, so my child won't be coming." Anyways, when I was a kid, I was enrolled in a school up in the hills, so all of my classmates came from well to do familes. For b-days, they had slumber parties, caterers, djs -- but I couldn't have that. But my grandma, should could make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, literally. I remember one game we played was a potato race. She had some potatoes she dug from her garden and an old milk jug she cut in half. She divided the kids up, and we had a relay race to see how many kids could gather the potatoes as fast as they could. It doesn't sound all that from how I am describing this, but it was the most fun that we ever had. This is just only a bit of how special she was -- which doesn't do her justice. Someday, I'm gonna write a book about her, even if it's for my own benefit. My birthday is coming up soon, and it will be another year without her. At ever b-day, she was always the one to start off the song and cut the cake. Each year I expect that, and each year it doesn't happen. This whole time of year, it's suppose to be happy and people don't want it to end. For me, the last week of December, and the first few weeks of January can't end fast enough.