Jumble

Unscramble these four Jumbles, one letter to each line, to form four ordinary words.
OET
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AILM
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TYO
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AGR
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NFU
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Now arrange the letters underlined in red to form the surprise answer to the following riddle:
"What Ernie will have after his first brain surgery"

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It's Sunday Night.

9:35PM. I cannot believe the weekend's over. I can't even remember much of what I did. I ate a lot of course, and then felt guilty about eating, of course. Quite predictable.

Here's something quite unpredictable: I feel like I've fallen in love all over again with Paul. Strange. I waddle all around the apartment telling him I love him so so much, and then yesterday, I bought him flowers!

He's good to me. He's a good find. A winner. A keeper.

The Best Of Both Worlds

Tee hee! I just love looking at this thing!

Kiss Me Quick!

I am holding in my hot little hands a big bag of Hershey's Kisses! (Please don't ask me how much I paid for it- you already know that it was way over-priced.)

I can't wait to open one and eat it. Ahh, that sugar-covered obesity epidemic is finger lickin' good.

Ernie Incorporated

Reasons why being a housewife is like having a desk job:
*you always have calls to make
*you always have to deal with people (while wearing that pitiful "happy face" of yours)
*there's always that "one more thing to do"

Po-kerap

I am so over playing cards! I had so many hands of 3 and 5's. What's up with that and what are the odds of me getting this hand about 4-5 times? And tonight's game had a huge pot attached to it- $90.

Oh well. I will reign again, and it will rain bling on me.

Sith Sense

Have you tried this? It asks you to think of an object, and in about 20 questions, it (Darth Vader) will guess what you're thinking. It's cool- but make sure you answer as honest as possible.

He's been right with me every time I play! I just get confused with answering either "no" or "irrelevant".

The Truth And Nothing But The Truth

"To author an online diary or chronology of thoughts"

That's the definition of the word "blog".

So if I am supposed to write my thoughts in a diary, I think I should be honest. So here I go:

I am all cried out. I have cried so much recently. Today, I felt a little better. I just went about my day, and even decided to meet up with a friend for lunch to tell him the news. He returned the favor and told me he has colon cancer in the 4th stage. I lost it in the restaurant and bawled once again.

People, I am trying to stay positive. It's just a little tough accepting the fact that I may have brain surgery for the third freakin' time.

Over and out.

One Fast Mouse

New record for me playing Jumble: One minute and one second from doing puzzle on 8/16/05. I finished another Jumble puzzle in 53 seconds, but I never took note of it (I told my best friend about it, but I don't remember the date.)

My Hobby

I love to collect Lego sets, Paul Frank, and Louis Vuitton. I always get excited when I add a new piece to my collection, especially when it is "discontinued" and in "mint condition".

But lately, I'm into collecting something new: health problems. Here are the latest additions:
*acne on chest area
*lack of energy
*dry skin on face
*decrease in appetite
*9 hours of sleep a night, followed by a nap during the day

And of course, the jewel piece in my collection is a "rare" and "hard to find" problem called a "brain tumor".

I'm back (for now.)

I've had to wrestle with a lot of emotions last week. No words could describe what I went through yet again for the third time. I've recently become very familiar with the five stages of grieving.

Denial: "I'm a waist 30, not a 32."
Anger: "What do you mean "no discount for brain tumor patients at the movie theater"?! Can I talk to the manager?"
Bargaining: "I'll trade you some cheesecake for a pop tart."
Depression: "I miss Abercrombie." (sob.)
Acceptance: "I'm okay with looking like Antonio Sabato Jr."

Speechless

MRI am tired of this crap.

What I've discovered isn't a tumor; what I found is a pile of crap.

I am used to the States where you find out results of an MRI almost immediately. Here in Oz, because of their system set in place, it could take about 36 hours. In brain tumor years, that's about 48 pops upside the doctor's head.

Sigh.

Today I get an MRI done to see if the brain tumor is doing anything.

...I hate it.

Supposedly if the results are okay, then I'm finished with having to worry about it ever again.

I just want to be normal, and having your brain scanned in this weird futuristic tube machine isn't normal.

I don't know.

Oh Boy.

Goin' to an all-you-can-eat buffet tonight. Included on the menu is a heap of filipino food prepared by a 5 star chef from the Philippines. (I think Filipino 5 star means "he washed his hands").

I'm prepared: I went on a run I called "The Hey! You're Eating A Buffet Tonight! Run", got the bib (towel, blanket whatever) around my neck, and wearing the finest pair of my moomoo pants.

On your marks, get set, GO and GET OUTTA' MY WAY FOR THE DESSERT TABLE.

:?

I am so sick of being a guinea pig in this case study. My body temperature is all over the place, I am sleeping 9 hours a night and still needing a nap during the day, and my energy level is up one moment, down the next.

I'm tired, I'm grumpy, I'm tired of being grumpy.

:)

I am happy, so so happy, in this one moment! I feel good about myself. I feel confident. I am very comfortable in my own skin right now. There's no external circumstances that's causing it at this instant, it's just, I don't know, I just reflected a little bit. I, in this very moment, am looking at all my fears and all my flaws, and I am staring them straight in the eye without feeling sad nor insecure.

This is so cool. Ahhhh.

(And no, I am not high.)

A Good Day, Yo!

I was at the grocery store earlier today, and guess what I found on the shelves in the cereal aisle! Cheerios! That's right, daddy-o, Effective August 1st, they now make and sell Cheerios in Australia.

To you Statesiders, that may not sound like a big deal, but for the ex-pats in Oz with cravings for a bowl of that wholesome goodness, it was a "weary-oh". A small box was over $13 Australian ($9 US) . Click here to see.

Yipeeio!