Boomerang Channel

I've taped and actually watched episodes of:
Captain Caveman
Speed Buggy
The Smurfs

But I wish they had:
Laff-A-Lympics
Wheelie And The Chopper Bunch
Challenge Of The Superfriends

"The Island"

Paul and I saw it yesterday, and I'm not sure why the critics slammed it. I went in thinking it would be dull and boring, but I really really liked it!

I have a reputation for falling asleep in the movie theater, but so far, there have been only two movies that I had me so immersed that I didn't doze off. Kudos to "War Of The Worlds" and "The Island"! Not the nod off, but the nod of approval.

Banarama Jama

Yay- Banarama is backarama! The girls have layed down a new track called "Move In My Direction". It is awesome and very catchy, so I predict that it'll be a huge hit both in Australia and in the States. As soon as I heard the pre-release of it, I just felt it would be an instant add on the Aussie and US charts. Click here to catch a clip of it as soon as it takes you past the intro page (which loops the chorus, so it unfortunately does not dive into the entire fun song.)

Recent Meal Courses

*cupcakes
*chocolate chip cookies
*cheesecake
*ice cream
*M&M's

Ernie + Sugar = Wheee!

Jumble Online

I love to play Jumble. It's usually found in newspapers near the comics section. It's a puzzle where you rearrange selected letters to form an ordinary word, like "unr" is "run"- you get the point. Easy enough, right? It's fun and relaxing to play (although some of the words in my opinion ain't so "ordinary".)

But I find this so stressful because all I keep focusing on is the clock ticking away. It changes the whole game. It feels like I'm in the Qualifying Lap in the videogame "Pole Position".

(Wow. The things you think and do when you don't have a job.)

FINALLY.

Well folks, we've come to the conclusion of our program. We thank you for joining us, and good night.

Friday marked an end of an era: Paul got his visa. After nearly two years in development, he got that itty bitty piece of paper showing that he is now a permanent resident. All that working, waiting, and investing has finally paid off.

Now I have no idea exactly what that permaresivisachargecard means. All I know is that on August 1st, he can now start working at the law firm who offered him a job right here in Sydney.

I am so happy for him. He deserved it! I know how bad he wanted it. Out of all the other people who applied, I bet there was nobody else who had to have it as much as Paul.

So yeah, there you go. August 1st starts a new chapter. Paul starts full-time working, and I start full-time housewiving.

I Got Harassed.

I guess. I got a little scared. It happened on the road with a cab driver while I was on my scooter. He was driving very recklessly, and we came to a stoplight.

Cab Driver: "You know, you can't pull up to me like that."
Me: "What? Oh. I guess I wanted to see what you looked like because you were driving crazy-"
C: (interrupts) "So you're gay are you? You're gay, right? You're a little Gay!"
Me: "Well, so are you."
C: "You're not gay, you're a FAG. FAGGOT!"

Then he spit on me and took off.

I'm on DVD!

Guess what I've got in my hand? A totally illegal copy of "Desperate Housewives" first season on DVD!

A guy we know here got it from a friend in Indonesia. Don't even ask me how he got it.

Guess you can figure out what I'm up to tonight.

Gasp!

Wearing a mud mask right now as I type...had it on too long. Directions called for 10 minutes, I'm on 58!

I hurt! BIG. The fumes or the tightness on my face is making it hart to breet trew my note.

Mud mask- or gas mask? (wheeze)

Wham! A Confession!

I have something difficult to say to you. I did something bad- I cheated on you, George Michael. I'm a fool, and I'm so sorry. I fell for you as soon as we met, knowing that if you'd "Make It Big" someday, you would never forget about us. That chemistry we had grew my "Faith" in us, because you spoke your mind and found a way to "Listen Without Prejudice" to everything I said. But as you got "Older", I began to stray. I thought our relationship was from days of yore and your "Songs From Last Century". Yes, "Ladies And Gentlemen, The Best Of George Michael" was no longer good enough for me. I gave up on you.

But yesterday, I watched your interview on Oprah. You shared about coming out of the closet and the expose of your expose in the L.A. public restroom. You were such a good sport about it, and you even laughed with Oprah about it! Now that's what I call courage.

Seeing that interview made me fall in love with you all over again. So having said it, I'm on my knees asking you to please take me back, George, please. I'm so sorry. I promise, George, that if you give me some "Patience", I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I will prove to you that I am still your biggest fan.

Love,
Ernie

Starstruck!

Musical group Hootie & The Blowfish. (Hootie must really like me- I'm on his t-shirt!)

J-Lo at the mall.

Yay!

I can finally post pictures on this fussy computer!

That's me on the t-shirt the asian guy is wearing. Seated beside him in the sunglasses is Tiger Wood's caddy.

One More Because I Can!

Brad Pitt with Rosario (Karen's maid on "Will & Grace")

Scaredy Cat

(Meow!)

I volunteered to fill out a survey yesterday. It asked me to list what were my worst fears. It took a long time to think about it, but this is what I came up with:

My Top 5 Fears
1. getting fat
2. losing Paul as a partner
3. being socially unaccepted or not well-liked
4. insomnia
5. not having enough money to make ends meet

Yikes.

Ruff!

I want a dog.

Hmmm.

I don't know where my head is today. Thinking about a lot of things. Thinking about my latest craving- Peanut M&M's. Thinking about how I worked out hard, then headed for a run. Did a loop around the Opera House today. Lots of tourists in town, I think from the US Navy.

Ahh, I know. Read on...

Do I Need To Grow Up, Or Am I Just Young At Heart?

Paul and I met some lady the other day who had a background in human psych. She was curious and poked around about who we were and what we were about. I told her about my brain tumor and the surgeries that followed. Then she asked me if that had some impact on me. I told her that it caused a shuffling in priorities, like making sure I said aloud "I love you" to those I cared about. It made me realize how life here is short, so enjoy it while you can. Somehow this led to whether I became more child-like.

Let's see. I:

*shop on ebay and buy toys I had when I was a child
*somewhat clumsy and unaware of my surroundings
*like eating sugary things
*have no job, so I count everyday what little money I have

Yup. That's me- 34 years old, going on 10.

Radiohead

Some people at night dream about flying through the air like a bird. Others dream about being naked at their high school reunion. Still others dream about being chased either by a criminal, the police, or Paris Hilton.

But what about you? What do you dream about? Ever have re-occuring dreams?

My re-occuring dream used to be about arriving to school and having to take a test that I wasn't aware of. Everyone around me (who are actual people I went to middle or high school with) seemed prepared for it, while I conclude that I'm going to fail.

But recently, I have a new re-occuring dream. I dream at least once a week about being back at WAVA radio, and I think I know why this is happening. It's because I miss having a paycheck. And I miss having it come from a job that I was good at.

Anyway. I know I'll be good at walking dogs or bussing tables.

An Introduction

Let's play make-believe! Let's pretend that I have new readers to my blog aside from the huge masses (three people) who already read it.

Welcome to my blog!

My name is Ernie. Thank you for visiting my weblog. I hope you enjoy it. You will see the same tired crap over and over again. It's either me:

*discussing food
*discussing how disgusting I feel from eating too much food

I don't know who's more pitiful- me writing about it all the time, or you wanting to read it everyday. Luv ya!

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