Where's Ernie's Head?

Ernie Deomampo Jr. Died Peacefully in His Sleep Last Night

2010-03-19T14:16:00.003-04:00

There will be a memorial service for Ernie Deomampo, at:

Foundry United Methodist Church
1500 16th Street, NW (at the corner of 16th and P Streets)
Washington, DC

at 6 pm on Thursday, April 22.

It will be followed by a reception at:

Cafe Asia
1720 Eye Street, NW
Washington, DC.

Those attending the memorial and/or reception are encouraged to wear bright colors, as Ernie had wanted.

Ernie's First Blog Entry Transcribed By His Secretary

2010-03-17T10:02:00.004-04:00

Woohoo! I'm finally getting to write you.

Sorry for the lack of updates. The past two weeks have been nothing but an emotional and physical roller coaster.

I'll try and sum this up as quickly as possible.

* My vision in the left eye has rapidly declined. I can no longer post blog updates by myself but together with people helping me I can establish some consistency.

* I put my cell phone in the washing machine, and it is now broken. All of your phone numbers are gone except for the ones I have memorized.

* Two weeks ago, I walked two miles in 30 minutes on a treadmill. Now, I can barely walk to the end of the street and back.

It is amazing to see how quickly Leukemia has taken over. Honestly, there are days when I am so sick that all I want to do is fall asleep and never wake up. But I still press on.

When your daily conversation focuses on your end of days, it really changes your perspective about life. Hardly anything matters to me except for spending time with God, my family, and Paul.

I don't know at this point whether I will see some of you, but I do know that you are thinking of and praying for me.

If you did not know me and walked up and asked if I've lived a good life the answer would be an emphatic "Yes!".

I just wish that I was able to respond to all of your kind emails, voicemails, and text messages.

This is not my final blog entry. I will try harder to update as often as possible.

Thank you all for your love."

Does Vuitton or Prada Make A Casket?

2010-03-11T02:04:00.004-05:00

Hee hee.

Ladies And Gentlemen,The Grand Finale

2010-03-10T10:04:00.003-05:00

From Prada Spring '10, the oh-so-deliciously-soft-and lux suede gabardine sneaker (mine are "arancia" which is Italian for "orange")

Carpe Diem, Start Living Now...

2010-03-07T16:43:00.004-05:00

The Bucket List, Live Today As If It's Your Last, Live Like You Were Dyin'...

I went sky diving,
I went Rocky Mountain clumbing,
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu,
And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying,
An he said, 'Some day, I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin.'"

Does this really work? It certainly means well. But if you were truly dying, you'd have to do things like write a will and a living will, plan your funeral and memorial service, the list goes on. And once that's done, how are you feeling? Are you well enough to do all those things on your "Bucket List"?

When do you stop treatment? Do you buy things and then return home and figure out who's to inherit them?

Every person is different. so what's your definition of a good "quality of life"?

I'm not trying to sound so doom and gloom, but it is certainly food for thought when you're close to dying.

Final Health Details

2010-03-03T20:35:00.002-05:00

I get my bloodwork checked every other day. Whenever my platelet count is below 10, my doctor gives me a platelet infusion to get my number up to a safer level.

For the past six days, I've had three bags of platelets pumped into me. I had itchy rashes twice, so now my doctor makes me take Benadryl at the same time to prevent allergic reactions. When I'm done, I go home, sleep, and feel like a zombie for the rest of the day.

There- you're all caught up with my health stuff. Thanks for tuning in.

Pallia-who-what-what?

2010-03-02T20:11:00.004-05:00

In regards to palliative care, I've had radiation therapy in my chest area for the past four days to reduce the pain in my chest whenever I coughed, sneezed, laughed, or used muscles in the ribs area to move around. My last session is tomorrow.

Aren't these details boring and tedious?

Additional Details

2010-03-01T21:55:00.002-05:00

Many people are asking whether the leukemia can be controlled or reversed. Not really: last week's meeting with the doctor discussed mostly palliative care (how to make this less painful and more peaceful for me) than tertiary care (options that could reverse the spread of the disease.)

Diagnosis: Leukemia

2010-02-28T21:58:00.003-05:00

Doctor's prognosis: I have 2-6 months left to live, 6 months being optimistic, and 1-2 months is certainly possibile.

(Nobody truly knows how long I have except for God.)

Paul, my family, and I have had a hard past couple of days. We know you are thinking of us and we thank you in return for offering your support.

Please just check here for updates regarding my health condition, location, or any other information.

Ernie

Result That Was Revealed Today

2010-02-24T20:11:00.004-05:00

5) The sample is malignant and is leukemia

I Have Been Waiting For This Day For A Week.

2010-02-24T07:26:00.003-05:00

At 9:30AM, I find out the results of a bone marrow biopsy they performed on me last Thursday. There are five results that could happen:

1) The sample taken was too small and could not be tested thoroughly.
2) The sample showed nothing- the test was like fishing in a river with a bucket. Just because you don't catch anything doesn't mean there are no fish.
3) The sample is benign (non-cancerous).
4) The sample is malignant and the cancer found is from my brain tumor
5) The sample is malignant and the cancer is another type, like leukemia (cancer of the blood)

My guess: 1 or 2. I've been let down before so I have little expectations.

Drum roll please...

Are You There God? It's Me, Ernie

2010-02-22T21:23:00.004-05:00

Well, that's a silly question. Of course, You're there- You're omnipresent. Lord God, I know You allow suffering in our lives to get our attention. Well, You've got it- now what? And I also know You allow suffering in our lives to break us down so You can re-build us to be stronger and closer to You. Well, I'm broken. So, can You hurry up and make me stronger?

Oh yeah. I forgot: You work on Your timeline, not mine.

(groan) (of rejoicing, God! Of rejoicing!)

Hi.

2010-02-21T17:38:00.003-05:00

I'm back.

I was discharged late Thursday. Without laboring you with the details that'll make you physically sick to your stomach, I'll cut to the chase: they found more growth in my bones (more in my ribs, front, side, and back), near my shoulder blade, and now in my lungs.

Although I went through a bone marrow biopsy last year, I had another one done my last day to find out whether it's in there as well.

After squeezing nearly all life out of me, they finally sent me home.

Do you want to know what it's like to stay in the hospital for a couple of days? Easy!

12:00 midnight- finally fall asleep after a day of entertaining visitors
1:00AM- your vitals are taken (blood pressure, pulse, and temperature)
2:00AM- nurse wakes you to take medicine
3:00AM- phlebotomist stops by to draw blood
4:00AM- nurse inspects ankles, feet, and legs for swelling
5:00AM- vitals taken again
6:00AM- doctors and their teams stop by to check in and talk with you

BAM- it's morning! Breakfast served at 7:00AM!

Guest Blog Entry

2010-02-16T22:52:00.002-05:00

Ernie was admitted to the hospital today by his neuro-oncologist. A scan this afternoon revealed additional "spots" on his breast bone and ribs, as well as "spots" in his lungs. His hematologist revealed serious problems in his bone marrow, suggesting that the cancer may have spread there. Tests are set for tomorrow to determine if the pituitary carcinoma has spread to these areas. The results probably won't be known until Friday.

Pbtth.

2010-02-12T07:43:00.004-05:00

This morning, I go in for an MRI on my spine to see if it's the culprit spreading cancer. If it's found in my spine, that usually means it can spread to other parts of my body such as my bones, which I now have.

The tough part about an MRI on your spine is that it takes so long to scan your entire back. The techs break the procedure into three parts: top, middle, and bottom. The whole thing takes three times longer than just doing my brain alone.

What a way to start Valentine's Day weekend.

I find out the results next week.

2010-02-10T19:19:00.004-05:00

Some people have called me regarding the news about the cancer spreading to my bones. Thank you for your concern.

I'm not exactly sure "where's Ernie's head". Cancer spreading to another part of your body is like a predictable rude awakening. You know that it could happen, but when it actually occurs, it is horrifically shocking.

I'm numb from finding out that it happened to me. I guess that's where I am for now.

The Next Chapter Of My Life (Or Is It The Same Chapter Continued?)

2010-02-08T21:28:00.006-05:00

I just got back the results from my Cat Scan I had done on Friday morning on my abdomen.

I now have bone cancer. The CT scan detects "spots" in my pelvis and pubic bones. It also reveals growths on my 6th and 7th ribs (which I think are the lowest two ribs in my ribcage).

To paraphrase the conclusion in easier words: "Because of the patient's history of metastatic activity, this is cancerous growths, unless proven otherwise."

My doctor will meet with the radiologist to figure out what to do next. I'm guessing a bone CT scan, a biopsy of the growths, or an MRI on my spine to see if it has spread there as well. Or a combination of all three.

The Worst Of Two Evils

2010-02-07T00:55:00.004-05:00

I honestly don't know what's worse: taking sleeping pills and Hydrocodone, a derivative of Vicodin and developing an addiction, or not sleeping enough and eduring terrible pain.

Everyone around me knows how scared I am. One pill leads to two, two pills leads to three, and next thing you know, you become dependent on many pills just to achieve the same results. Isn't that how an addiction starts? Especially for Hydrocodone, which I believe could have mind-altering qualities.

At the beginning of this journey, I would take one Ambien every now and then and that was all I needed to fall asleep. Same was true for Hydrocodone to alleviate pain. Now it feels like my body wants Ambien every night, and two Hydrocodone pills to feel.

Someone mentioned to me that in order to develop an addiction, one needs to possess an "alcoholic-like personality." Well, I definitely don't like alcohol that much, but I enjoy shopping a lot. A LOT.

Junkie

2010-02-05T00:37:00.004-05:00

I honestly feel like my body will not sleep or rest on its own unless I summon two powerfully addictive sleeping aids- Ambien CR or Hydrocodone, a derivative of Vicodin, the one you hear stars and singers get addicted to.

Sometimes, I pop one at night and that's all I need. But I used them both, and I'm stil awake. It doesn't make sense. The worst part of this is that who knows what else wil be brought to my attention- Viagra for the pipes downstirs? Ensure to gain weight? Human Growth Hormone to exhibit filipino roid rage?

NO. I'm already scared of these two sleeping pills. I'm half tempted to flush them down the toilet and recommit myself to the basics of good sleep hygiene that I've always preached about.

Someone! Whack me over the head with a bag of Bathing Ape shirts!

Schmood Lousekeeping Blah Blah.

2010-02-03T09:18:00.002-05:00

Who cares how to remove the skin off a tomato? Let's talk about what's really going on: another doctor took a look at my MRI scans from two weeks ago and is recommending brain surgery. Based on the scans and my side effects, one of the brain tumors are growing too close to my sinus cavity which is causing the episodes of burning sensations in my right nostril.

Want to know how I feel? %^#@!

Huh. Good Advice.

2010-02-02T16:57:00.005-05:00

This month, Good Housekeeping Magazine is celebrating its 125th year in publication. Here are four easy ideas pulled straight from their recent issues to make your home, kitchen, and office better:

1) When you cook pasta, make sure you cook it "al dente" style, meaning slightly firm. The longer you cook pasta, the higher the glycemic index rises. Boiling pasta for five minutes puts the glycemic index at 38. Cooking it for twenty minutes raises the G.I. to 61. Bottom line: no mushy noodles!

2) The easiest way to remove the skin of a tomato is to put it in a bowl and pour boiling water over it. Let it sit for a couple of minutes and then remove it from the water. Score the skin with an "X" and then remove the peel. It melts right off.

3) Most people guzzle their coffee first thing in the morning. The problem with this habit is that your morning buzz is followed by a crash in the afternoon. To avoid this, ration and measure your coffee in two ounce servings ( slightly larger than a shotglass). Sip the two ounce servings slowly throughout the morning. In doing so, the caffeine leaves your system slowly rather than suddenly.

4) To dissipate and remove odors commonly associated with the kitchn, pour one cup of regular vinegar into a bowl. Let it sit on the kitchen table. The high acidity of the vinegar will absorb and neutralize those odors that come from smells such as frying fish or cooking onions.

MELTDOWN

2010-02-01T12:24:00.011-05:00

At night, the heat is turned down so low that it causes the bedroom and floor to feel like an ice palace. Because of the recent colder weather, I get so cold at night that I sleep with my pajama bottoms on my head. I look like a fool but I don't care.

LIt all came to a roaring head last night. I didn't want to get out of bed even though I wanted to:

*Use the bathroom.
*Go downstairs to raise the thermostat.
*Go to the other room to take Advil for a muscle pull in my abdomen.
*Reach for an Ambien pill that was beside me on my night table.

I felt trapped. I felt helpless. I was shivering, I felt shackled to the bed. I began whimpering quietly until Paul heard me and raised the thermostat. I popped an Ambien and BOOM! It was 10:15AM.

Buh-Bye!

2010-01-28T14:11:00.003-05:00

According to ShopSmart magazine, here is the list of the "Top 10 Things Women Hope Will Not Last The Next Decade":

1. Super low-waisted jeans
2. Spray-on tans
3. Reality shows
4. Fishnet stockings
5. Thong underwear
6. Large SUVs
7. Skinny jeans
8. Dark nail polish
9. Croc shoes
10. Giant handbags

I don't know which women were surveyed, but aren't large SUVs and giant handbags good things for supermoms?

Here's The News:

2010-01-27T09:37:00.003-05:00

We found out yesterday that while the MRI showed no new changes, the multiple brain tumors are microscopically active and possibly growing, explaining why my face is more numb and why I have those episodes of burning sensations in my nose.

Another MRI will be scheduled in three months to see if the brain tumor activity can be measured.

(sigh)

2010-01-25T18:14:00.002-05:00

Tomorrow at 8:00AM I find out the results of the MMRI I had done last week. I normally stress about it and predict what the results are, but for some strange reason, I'm not as concerned and worked up as I normally get.

Whether the news is bad or good, I'll post them as soon as I can.

Extra note: If the results show no new brain tumor growth, it still won't explain all the reasons why my bloodwork, liver, and facial sensitivity are all messed up. Supposedly. it's from the chemotherapy treatments I've had in the past.

2010-01-24T17:59:00.003-05:00

One thing I love asking people whenever I get to spend quality time is to ask them what they're passionate about. While some answer promptly with answers such as "reading" or "cooking", most people pause and have to think about it for a while.

The table was turned on me a couple of weeks ago when someone asked me the exact same question. I didn't know. But after reflecting on my life, here are some of my answers:

1) Serving God, family, and friends.
2) Fashion. I guess you can say I'm "fashionate".
3) Toys. Vinyl toys, Lego, toys I had growing up.
4) "Ernie Time". Loose definition: relaxing on the couch with the TV on, all chores and errands done, everything in it's place.

A more thought-provoking question that takes it to a deeper level: What do you want on your tombstone? Other people ask: "What's in your dash?" (example: Ernie Deomampo Jr., 1970-2010)

Blessing In Disguise?

2010-01-23T12:21:00.003-05:00

It's kinda' funny: many of the stores I shop now know me as "Ernie The Blind Filipino". It may sound cruel, but it's their way of identifying me at the store or over the phone.

Even stores in NYC and LA know me whenever I contact them and say who I am.

Hey, it works. And it gets me some preferential treatment, especially on the limited edition stuff.

The :Loneliest Place On Earth

2010-01-21T09:41:00.003-05:00

Today could be a very pivotal day- At 1:00PM, I will get my first MRI done on my brain in nearly half a year. The results (which I won't get until early next week) will determine whether or not I restart chemo, radiation, or whatever the doctor recommends.

Have you ever had an MRI? It's cold, loud, and extremely claustrophobic. You're the only person in the room trapped in a tube for hours with only your thoughts to keep you company. It's the loneliest place on earth.

Trigger Fingers Needed Wednesday at Noon

2010-01-19T16:10:00.004-05:00

On Wednesday at high noon, Bathing Ape (my favorite clothing line) will put this limited edition t-shirt on sale on their website. In previous online sales, the article of clothing they were offering would sell out in two minutes.

Will you help me try to get one? It's easy- all you need to do is be online for five minutes in the comfort of your home or office at 12:00PM. Please call me Wednesday morning before 11:30AM to let me know. I will have all helpers on conference call during the dash to let everyone else know when one was obtained.

I know it's crazy, but I really want one, and so do other Bathing Ape fans.

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

2010-01-18T19:00:00.004-05:00

Mark, an extremely talented Asian actor from NYC came down and spent the weekend with us. His handsome looks and flawless vocals only made me think he deserved bigger and better roles on Broadway.

As I got ready for his last dinner here in D.C., I showered, got dressed, and then loooked in the mirror, thinking the only difference between between Mark and I was that I wore glasses. I could never be more wrong. What stared at me from the mirror was a man with one eye sewn shut, the other eye halfway open. His body looked skinny and frail, with thinning hair that barely held its faux-hawk hairstyle despite the substantial amount of product that was just applied. His colorfully-daring clothes masked how he felt on the inside: insecure and tired of fighting cancer.

It depressed me. I was once like Mark: handsome, strong, and someone people chased after. Now I look like a legally blind, skinny, funny-looking Asian who people pity so much that strangers on the subway and on the sidewalk ask him if he needs help.

Do Not Call My Cell Phone Number

2010-01-15T21:45:00.002-05:00

The cell phone I normally use is being repaired. Until it's fixed, I am borrowing a phone that I have no idea how to use. Sorry I keep missing your calls.

If you need me, please try the land line at( 703)248-0828.

Real Style Tips For My Women Readers

2010-01-13T10:01:00.004-05:00

Rita Wilson, Style Columnist for Harper's Bazaar, was on Oprah the other day talking about style for every woman at any age, whether 20 or 60 years old. She offered some very helpful tips for every woman who wants to pump up their appearance.

#1 Style Tip: Be true to your personal sense of style, whether age 30 or 60. It can be sexy, clean, young, or easy,

#2 Style Tip: If you haven't worn it in a year, be honest: you're never going to wear it. Pitch it or donate it to a non-profit organization.

Tip for women in their 30's: Avoid wearing shapeless dresses. You still have a silhouette, so do something to show it. And choose one, only one trend in each outfit you wear, whether it's a military jacket or a chunky necklace. Give a nod to trend, but don't let them take over.

Tip for women in their 40's: Pick your asset, such as your waist or your legs, and show it. Every woman in their 40's has at least one.

Four things every woman should have in their closet:
1. Black leggings or black jeans legging
2. One pair of black boots or black shoe boots
3. A good fitted jacket
4. A scarf

These items will work for any woman at any age.

Biggest mistake women make: Trying to be somebody that they're not. Again, be true to your own sense of style and stick with it. Illustrate your style in what you wear, not what you think you should wear,

If you're going to splurge only once a year: Splurge on your pajamas! Yes, your pajamas. Lose the oversized t-shirt or a man's dress shirt. On lazy days, or when you're serving breakfast to your children, make sure that your pajamas are pretty. And you never know when you may have to answer the door in the morning.

Is Black Blecch?

2010-01-12T08:38:00.004-05:00

One person who I've always admired is my Aunt Paula, the sister of Paul's mom. Ever since the day I met her, she was wearing bright colors, whether it was on her blouse, pants, or her myriad of accessories from hats to purses. My Washington D.C. conservative eyes didn't quite understand it, but it was something I was strangely drawn to.

Wearing color, especially vibrant and daring shades of unusual greens, oragnes, and pinks, challenges the normalcy of blues, blacks, and browns. It is something only the daring and bold personalities would try and push the engelope. It makes the statement, "Look at me! I'm alive and kciking! I'm standing out of the crowd of normality! What are you doing and what are you wearing?"

Now don't get me wrong- waering safe colors like blue or black especailly wearing all black, can make a statement as well. It takes the focus off your clothes, slims you out, and draws attention to your face and some of your accessories like your earrings. It's safe and stylish.

But what is life about? Is it about fitting in? Is it about making no satement of all? While personality counts, shouldn't your appearance say something also about who you are?

And let's look at accessorizing: are you wearing a backpack to work or using a briefcase made from quality leather and craftmanship? What about your shoes? All comfort but no style? The other part of your apperance is your accessories: your tie, your earrings, your watch. They tooo have something to say, whether it's nothing or something one would pay you a compliment.

Say something. Stand out. If it's not your clothes, make your personality, activities, or hobbies shine and stir up conversation.

In the words of my pastor, "Not a sermon, just a thought."

Ahhhh. It's Friday.

2010-01-08T07:38:00.004-05:00

Have a good weekend. Enjoy and spend some time being kind to yourself.

Love Me Some Bathing Ape

2010-01-06T13:50:00.004-05:00

I bet you're saying "Whachoo talkin' about, Willis?" Go here. Still don't get it? Click this.

Totally my style.

Bye-bye, Julius. Hello, Baby Milo.

Do Not Fear This Hat!

2010-01-04T19:00:00.003-05:00

What was perceived as a hat for beatniks and and style-deprived people is now considered fashionable and the hot winter hat for four winters in a row. Otherwise known as the "mad bomber" hat, it ruled the fall/winter runway earlier and is spotted on everyone's head in NYC.

You up for the challenge? If your answer is no, think of it as the best way to keep your head and ears warm. Buy the one lined with rabbit fur.

The Ugly Truth

2010-01-01T18:04:00.004-05:00

Happy New Year.

While many of you were at a party last night drinking champagne and wearing 2010 headbands, I had one of the hardest nights because of my health. But like you, I too didn't get much sleep.

Truth be told: I've shared this with a few of you, but I have recently thought of no longer fighting cancer. The battle seems to be getting harder and harder and I am tired. Exhausted. There are days when it's just too tough.

My sister made a good point: I will go through just as much pain quitting as I would if I kept fighting. True. Very true.

I'm not choosing this option today. Like I said, I have thought about it.

Me At Times Square?

2009-12-30T11:13:00.004-05:00

A very dear friend of mine asked me whether I'm going to Times Square for New Years.

Shuh, right. Me with a nillion people? Who are drunk and obnoxious? Pushing and squeezing on me?

In the words of Flo: "Kiss my grits!"

Merry Christmas Readers!

2009-12-27T21:45:00.002-05:00

I hope you all had a wonderful time and received some wonderful gifts.

I'm still in Brooklyn and I've typecasted the cast of characters here:

My niece: The center of the universe. A drama queen who eats, sleeps, and cries.
My sister: A good mom, who is totally in love with the center of the universe.
My brother-in-law: Mr. Smarty Pants. Good at computers, Jeopardy, and Bible trivia.
My mom: Old school nurse who thinks pediatrics and newborn practices has not been changed since the 70's.
My dad: Someone I still seek approval from. When I'm around him, I feel like I can't do anything right.
Me: A little bored? A little too lazy? Spoiled rotten by his mom? Broke beyond the ghetto?

(Yes to all the above.)

Have a easy-breezy week at work.

Twins? Separated At Birth By Several Years?

2009-12-24T12:39:00.005-05:00

One is Eric Dane from "Grey's Anatomy", the other is Chris Hemsworth pwho played George T. Kirk (James Kirk's dad) from "Star Trek" the movie from this past summer.

Can you guess which is which?

(I'll take either one.)

(cringe)

2009-12-22T11:09:00.002-05:00

Late tonight, my parents and I are getting on the NYC Shuttle that takes you directly from Charlottesville, Virginia to New York City. We will spend Christmas there with my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece.

It's a grueling 6+ hour trip in the night aboard a coach bus.

Ugggh. What a way to spend Christmas Eve Eve Eve.

Hey S.A.D.'s- Be Glad

2009-12-21T10:07:00.004-05:00

To my readers that suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (you dance in the spring and summer but cry in the fall and winter);

The worst is nearly over: today is the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year. This means that every day from her on out will get longer until Summer.

To Mommies

2009-12-16T20:22:00.004-05:00

I want to know whether this happened to you.

When a woman shifts from being childless to a mother, do they always lose their "mojo"? A couple of women I know were once glamorous, energetic, and took good care of themselve. But when they had children, they transformed. They let themselves go and committed to a life of sweatpants, infrequent bathing, and went into retirement from make-up and haircuts.

I understand that their child (or children) become a top priority for eighteen years or longer, but when do they start focusing on themselves again?

Pardon me if I sound critical and judgemental. But I find it slightly sad when some women lose their sense of self-worth and identity as they exclusively choose "motherhood" and forget about "womanhood".

(Oh boy. I think I just dug my own grave.)

Welcome Home, Paul

2009-12-13T18:43:00.002-05:00

I'm not a fan of people in the military going overseas on active duty, nor am I an advocate of people in occupations that requre a lot of time traveling away from their family, but strangely enough, I'm okay with Paul going to Australia for three weeks without me.

Why? First it's only for a short time. Second, the man is a fish out of water here in America. He belongs in one city, and one city only and that's Sydney. Don't ask me to explain why, don't ask him either, because it's something that is much too difficult to put into words.

It's like trying to explain why you're a momma's boy or daddy's little girl.

Have a great time, Paul. Enjoy this well-deserved break from all the hurry scurry of your life here in DC. It'll be here when you get back.

2009-12-09T05:19:00.004-05:00

Last week, I went to get my usual bloodwork done. After getting the results, my doctor called me late in the evening to tell me that based on the three of the findings, I have no immunity system to fight a common cold or any other contagious disease. These three numbers were "below critical and now at a dangerous level" and "if I was to catch something, I need to go straight to the ER with a copy of the results." The doctor went on and ask that over the weekend, I place myself on "house arrest and quarantine myself in order that I do not get exposed to a cough, sneeze, or anyone sick."

"It could be a lab error, so go in Monday to have the bloodwork done again."

I hoped he was right. But he called me yesterday. The results were the same. Now he wants me to come in ASAP to receive an emeregency injection of some type of medicine that will rapidly produce white blood cells in my body. He wasn't sure how often I need to get this done.

He didn't have a clue as to why this has happened.

Reaction: Okay. I believe that there are two places I can go to for support: God and loved ones in my life.

God: He is "ominpresent" and "He will never leave nor forsake you." So He is here with me. While I should feel safe and secure because He knows exactly what He's doing, all I do is sit there and bombard Him with questions like "What's the purpose of this?" or "Why is this happening? The doctors don't know, so can you please tell me?"

Loved ones in my life: Without a doubt, they go through it with me. But they go through it differently, sometimes at a different angle. Some of them choose to approach me and the situation from a positive attitude. And while I understand that they are trying to lift me and the situation up, it can make me feel isolated and make me think that they don't understand.

Conclusion: I may sound to you like I'm being negative, but all I'm trying to do is describe the situation from my point of view.

Someone mentioned that I may die not from the multiple brain tumors in my head, but from the problems that have arisen as a result of the brain tumors.

That is definitely a possibility.

Guest Blog Entry From Ocilla

2009-12-07T10:27:00.003-05:00

"Hey, what's up? Daddy took me to a dinner party the other night at Auntie Susan's- it was lux! Everything was Christmas- the tablecloth, the china, even the serving platters and the gravy boat. Daddy whould have worn a coat and tie to this swanky soiree.

I had such a great time hanging out with Auntie Susan that I decided to stay over. We thought we'd do girl sleepover activities like braid each other's hair and a pillow fight, but we decided to stay up all night and talk about boys instead."

INSOMNIA.

2009-12-06T03:08:00.004-05:00

For the fifth night in a row, I've been awake a oeriod of 2-4 hours in the middle of night for no reason. At this point, I wonder if it's just a bad habit, but it SUCKS.

Years ago, I struggled with insomnia for much longer than this. I think it was three months. I went to GWU Hospital for a sleep study where they detected nothing abnormal. Through it though, I learned all the proper techniques to good sleep hygiene, which I'll discuss later, because I JUST WANT TO FALL ASLEEP NOW.

Let's Make This Blog More Interesting:

2009-12-04T06:50:00.003-05:00

Man, I am so exhausted. I haven't slept well for the past three nights. As I layed in bed with a thick and greasy layer of insomnia all over me, I finally decided that my blog was, um, shall we say, a little dull and drab. So without further delay, let's gossip:

_____ and _____, I liked where you lived before. You were at the center of it all, making it easier for me to get around. But I understand why you moved. It's all good. Plus, there's not bumping in the night.

_____, are you sick of me? You seem somewhat aloof nowadays. Maybe you're mad at me. Maybe I'm just feeling a little insecure. If I offended you or you are now bored with me, that's okay. I'll back off.

_____, I wish I could call you! But I'm incognito because I don't want _____ to know. Maybe I will come out.

I am officially _____. My _____ shows it, so that's why _____ is my flavor of the month.

_____, I feel guilty letting you go. It's just that we don't have much chemistry as I do with the others. I'm sorry. It's just that, well, I'm just not that into you.

I feel so scared about the recent _____ ______. It's my number one fear. If this continues, I'm going to have to start all over again.

And finally:

_____, I still have a crush on you. I wish I saved that revealing picture of you. But, oh well, such is life.

I leave it to you to fill in the blanks.

Health Update

2009-12-02T22:25:00.002-05:00

Let's report except on the following:

*I've heard people say this to me and I noticed it a little myself: my left eye that was probably going to close up over time has opened up a little! I'm not sure if it's due to me getting great sleep the past 10 nights or whether this is an improvement in the muscle strength that controls the blinking.

*I'm getting these HORRIBLE episodes in my right side nostril where it feels like it's burning like in a fire. When it happens, the only thing I can do is stop what I'm doing, grab it, and start screaming in utter pain. On a level of pain 1-10, "1" being the mildest, I hit a definite "9" at it's peak. The whole episode can last up to two minutes. I'm getting these about three times a day.

*Liver white blood cell counts are still either too high or too low. Doctors can't explain why.

*MRIs and a visit with my neuro-oncologist happen in early January.

*I think I'm putting on weight. I'm definitely feeling softer in the belly. Call it a sympathy stomach for my sister.

2009-12-01T11:20:00.003-05:00

To escape the family and the cute Anabelle Skye, my brother-in-law and I flew the coup, had margaritas, and went to Barcade, a hangout with the greatest retro video games in the rear. From Frogger to Q*Bert, I was gleeful like a little girl at Build-A-Bear Workshop.

I played Berzerk, Crystal Castles, and Marble Madness over and over. And staying true to old school losers like myself, it only cost a quarter to play.

Hottest Christmas Toy 2009

2009-11-29T17:57:00.004-05:00

Not even the Annual Toy Fair in New York City in October could have predicted it.

The Christmas toy that caused such a ruckus on Black Friday and is now causing a frenzy on ebay are Zhu Zhu Pets, four animated gerbils that have toys, carriers, and even their own transportation vehicles as they ramble and rumble aimlessly around your living room floor.

The buzz about these rodents on the web: if you or your child wants one, hurry up and buy one now on-line before prices reach the astronomical high the week before Christmas.

I Miss My Best Friend. Now I Miss My Sister.

2009-11-27T10:32:00.002-05:00

While I'm happy for both of them, I in some ways have lost them to their children. Before kids, my best friend and I used to goof off, ttavel, and party post-college style (have one beer and call it a night). Now it can be hard to talk to each other because of the kids' schedule of eating and sleeping.

My sister who hasn't even been a mom for a week has somewhat transformed. We used to shop around NYC until our credit cards were maxed out. Now she's stuck at home with a regimen of feeding Anabelle, burping her, putting her to sleep, and having to do it all over again in two hours.

It's fine, you know. It's not them, it's me. I haven't changed much. I still listen to music from the 80's and play with toys.

Happy Black Friday.

Oh Yeah, I'm An Uncle.

2009-11-24T12:45:00.003-05:00

Reporting live from Brooklyn is Ernie Deomampo:

"Folks, I ain't going to bore you with the usual "Honestly, she is the cutest baby in the world!" Or "Aww, look at that green poo! It's so cute!" Or "She's got your nose!"

Rather than discuss being an uncle right now, I'd rather discuss fatherhood. I have a choice: Kevin Paul (whom I call Ronald McDonald. I mean, look at that hair!) or Kirstin Johanna (whom I call "Frizzhead".

Who do you like better? Please let me know."

Ocilla, Queen Of The Dessert

2009-11-22T14:06:00.004-05:00

Wassup? My name is Ocilla Woods. My daddy's name is Ernie. Yeah, we don't look alike, 'cuz he went all the way to Georgia and adopted me.

Dad is jacked up. He likes to buy vinyl toys and hen put them in the basement. He doesn't even play with them. He even forgets he has them.

Ie better not do that to me. If he does, I'm gettin' Child Protection Services all over his abusive filipino butt.

2009-11-20T02:11:00.003-05:00

Some people run 5K's.

Others run marathons.

Today I'll run a "Baby Dash".

Paul and I are flying down to Cleveland, Georgia where I'll be in a race to get a limited Christmas edition of a Cabbage Patch Kid.

Inside the new "Babyland General Hospital", the kids are set up on a table inside the ballroom. At 1:00PM, the doors will fling open wide to crazed collectors and fans of the babies as they try to get their hands one available for adoption.

Because of a caring and wonderful man who works there, I will be placed four feet from the table. As soon as the door open up, that's my cue to start running. (Doesn't mean I'll end up running towards the table.)

I know what- I'll use my walking cane to fend the crowd off.

My Name Is Annabelle.

2009-11-18T15:35:00.002-05:00

I'm still in the running of becoming America's Next Top Model.

Uncle Ernie!

2009-11-18T11:03:00.002-05:00

Annabelle Skye Lindsey and her 6 pound 13 ounced self graced us and arrived at the party late at 11:30PM last night. Already being the drama queen I taught her, she made it harder on my sister by coming out via c-section.

Mammograms At 40 Or 50 Years Old?

2009-11-17T21:13:00.004-05:00

Split the difference! Get it when you hit 45,

P.S. No, I'm not an uncle yet.

Uncle Ernie?

2009-11-16T21:18:00.005-05:00

I think tomorrow changes everything: my sister Ellen is in the hospital right now being induced.

Please pray for her and for the baby- oh, and for me too, because I'm all anxious as can be.

Happy Thanksgving!

2009-11-15T22:19:00.002-05:00

Since Paul's parents came up this weekend, we decided to do Thanksgiving over the weekend. Tons of watching football and eating snackies, followed by a turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, green beans and a punpkin pie for dinner.

Sunday was turkey sandwiches out on the deck, taking Taylor to the doggie park, and tryptophan naps in the afternoon.

GQ Endorses The Bold Striped Sock

2009-11-11T19:42:00.004-05:00

"You can tell a lot about a guy by glancing at his ankles. Is he a stick-by-the-rules type? The kind of guy who dutifully matches his socks to his pants every morning? Or is he the type who understands that dressing well often means dressing with a rebel streak?

We like to think that you can pair a boldly striped dress sock with pretty much everything- a sharp suit, elegant pants, or, say, a pair of dark jeans. Just look for stripes that complement your look up top (maybe matching your shirt or tie) while contrasting your pants or shoes. And don't worry if you break a rule or two- that's the point." -JiM MOORE

Wha?

2009-11-10T09:56:00.003-05:00

It's coming and it continues to puzzle everyone- the new Porsche Panamera is a four door sedan speedster that will hit the streets next year. The mystery about this car is, "What's the point of this kooky automobile? If you want to go turbo fast, why drive a bigger and heavier car with three other people riding?"

Reflection

2009-11-09T07:19:00.004-05:00

I'm back at home, safe and secure. To summarize this two week adventure on my own:

*I love Singapore. It's like the US and Asia all rolled into one. The best of both worlds.

*There is a distinct difference between the two airlines I flew: United and Singapore Airways. Customer service and care emanates so clearly from Singapore Airways that it puts United to shame.

*My two favorite aunts are my dad's two older sisters, Pimpion and Mely. They are the two older women in the picture. (I'm in the one in the middle, silly!)

*No matter how hard I try, I always overpack. My motto is, "Better to take it than to leave and regret it."

*If you think the Christmas season starts too early here in America, go to the Philippines or Singapore. They start in the middle of October.

My present status: I'm in mourning over a Prada tote that was stolen from my suitcase. When my overpacked luggage came out of baggage claim in Manila, my front zipper was open, clearly indicating that someone rifled through it and robbed me of a bag that reminds me of my trip to Venice. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking that someone is using my bag that has so much sentimentality attached to it.

I am also jetlagged beyond all measure. Please, if you're available, keep me awake and occupied in interesting ways during the day. Otherwise, I am out like a pair of shoulder pads.

Homecoming

2009-11-05T17:58:00.004-05:00

First of all, I'm okay. Sorry for the lack of updates. Towards the end of my stay in the Philippines, I spent more time with the family since I'd regret being at the internet cafe too much.
I spent last night in Singapore at the gorgeous St. Regis off of Orchard Road. Eric, a local who knew everything about the melting pot of people, shopping, and eating, showed me around, making sure I got to their vinyl toy store Play Imaginative.
I went ape crazy. I was dizzy from the wonderful selection of items imported from Japan and other surrounding Asian countries.
Screw Kidrobot, even for a day. This store was plastic fantastic.
My favorite was "Robin With His 100 Friends." He's cool and of course, to get you addicted, there will be 100 other characters that look like him to collect little by little, pilferng your bank account.

A Blackout Here Is Called A Brownout

2009-11-01T03:33:00.003-05:00

We were without electrity for two long days- no hot water, and most of all, no candles to light our way.

The power finally came on Sunday afternoon, and was welcomed by everyone. Everyone was too hot to sleep at night because their fans didn't work.

I'll write more later. I have three million humgry filiipino eyes looking over my shoulder and reading everything I type.

Tryin' on Kyan

2009-10-28T23:41:00.003-04:00

Kyan Douglas from "Queer Eye" was on "The Racchel Ray Show" not too long ago talking about some of the current trends on men's fashion for the winter. He sited four of his favorites:

1) Skinny jears: No matter what size or shape you're in, you can pull them off. Make sure there's no break in them, and if your high tops cause them to scrunch up, it's okay.

2) Scarves: Straight men can pull them off: Wear ones with shredded ends if you're wanting to look more casual, but if you're going to wear a suit, choose one that's dressy and formal.

3) V=Necks: They're continuing to drop deeper into the chest. Uf you're used to wearijg crew necks and never worn a v-neck before, it will take a while to get used to the look Wear them for one week everyday to quickly adjust to the look. And if you have too much chest hair showing, either shave or wear ones with less of a tdip.

4) Jewelry: Wear ones that suit your personality, whether it's dainty or chunky. Whether it's a necklace, watch, or ring, it should match your style. For those of you who want masculine pieces that rock out, consider purchasing one from David Yurman.

Most important advice: Wear only what you feel comfortable in. If it's too different from you personality, wear something that still follow these trends, but are more subtle in nature.

In Spite Of The Roosters, The Mosquitos, And The Poverty,..

2009-10-27T23:25:00.002-04:00

I love it here. Part of me doesn't want to go back. But I'll miss Paul, my sister, my best friend, my family, my house, my dog, and most of all, my Louis Vuitton.

Weather here has been low 90's in the afternoon but 70ish at night.

Most of the repairs from the storm are completed. Thank you sponsors (you know who you are!) It wasn't possible without your support. You all were so generous. I'll post pictures soon.

(This sign as posted out the entrance to the church and my parents' house where I'm staying.)

Ahhh,,,

2009-10-27T03:22:00.002-04:00

There's nothing like being awaken at 5AM by roosters crowing in the backyard. Especially after being on planes for nearly 27 hours.

And then there's nothing like trying to blog at an internet cafe with four of you cousins looking on and reading every word you type.

Other than that, I'm fine.

Customer Service Overdose

2009-10-25T14:41:00.008-04:00

Singapore Airways is rated one of the top airlines when it comes to amenities, food, and most of all, customer service.

Since I'm practically blind and traveling alone, Paul arranged it so the airline staff would assist me from point of check-in all the way to Manila. They've been very helpful indeed, I've barely walked around in the terminals because they're always pushing me around in a wheelchair.

On the plane was top service as well: flying buseinss class gives you special attention, but when they're told that a passenger needs extra care, well, they give it to you. Whenever I got up, a flight attendant was at my side asking, "Mr. Deocampo, where can I take you?" Although the bathroom was right behind me, they insisted on escorting me. My water glass was always full, I was always tucked in, and I never went hungry.

Grand finale: while eating a steak, the flight attendant manager walked over to me and asked, "Mr. Decampo, may I cut your beef into chewable sizes for you?"

Melrose Place

2009-10-24T16:16:00.004-04:00

My one night kayover stay in Los Angeles too good to be true!

My cousin that I'm staying with asked me where I would like to go Friday night. I told her Kidrobot. It was in Melrose, not far from Beverly Hills.

Get this: across the street from Kidrobot was Bathing Ape. Two doors down from Kidrobot was Flight Club LA, who sells crazy sneakers that I love to wear. And right beside Kidrobot was Paul Frank.

Was this a block of stores especially made with me in mind? It sure seemed like it. I was speechless! (And broke afterwards).

Sad Man For Astro Boy

2009-10-23T06:41:00.004-04:00

In the same vein as Paul Frank, who gave up its exclusivity and unique brand by licensing it out everywhere like Target stores, now comes Astro Boy, hitting movie theaters everywhere today.

I remember the original Astro Boy japanese cartoon. It was pure, innocent, and came on right after Kimba, the White Lion.

Now Astro is a computer graphic, enhanced vicious little boy superhero who will be this year's hot Christmas toy, in the form of cheap mass-produced figurines that punch and kick to kid's tees and diapers sold at KMart.

First Class Boy In A Third World Country

2009-10-22T08:22:00.003-04:00

I can't believe it! It's actually happening: I leave for the Philippines tomorrow. The last time I was there was when I lived in Sydney, Australia about two years ago and I spent nearly two weeks there.

One observation about being there is that you can never have enough money to hand out. As you walk around the neighborhood where my family lives you see so much poverty that all you want to do is ask, "How much money do I need to give you to make your health, house, and your life a little better?"

I remember taking my family out to eat at a filipino fast food restaurant. I fed about twenty hungry mouths and it only cost me about $40 US dollars. They loved it because they were too poor to eat out. They had smiles on their faces like they just had surf and turf entrees with dessert.

So off I go. I will have internet access periodically at an internet cafe up the street so don't think I am going to disappear. I'll have many stories to share from my spoiled American point of view.

I'm Back- Attack!

2009-10-20T21:25:00.003-04:00

Sorry for the lack of updates recently: I was in Nueva Jork all weekend long and just got back today. Paul and I went to visit my sister and brother-in-law, who just moved to their penthouse condo in Brooklyn and are now on the bubble of their first baby due in five weeks.

This weekend was my first time to visit Brooklyn. Very eclectic area, indeed. It's got its charm, with plenty of public parking on the street, and store parking lots, something non-existent in Manhattan.

My sister took me to Kidrobot yesterday and in typical fashioin, I spent way too much on useless stuff and clutter when I should be saving every cent for my trip to the Philippines Friday. But I'm too weak and powerless when I go to Kidrobot, it's like I'm like Oprah at a Southern Barbeque Pit.

Poor Taste

2009-10-15T12:46:00.006-04:00

Some people who can see well don't realize they have no taste.

I can't see (well) and I realized I don't have much taste either. That is, taste of food.

Over the weekend, I noticed that the food I ate tasted different: popcorn wasn't buttery or salty, ice cream tasted bland, and orange juice wasn't sweet.

Yesterday, I ate a Krispy Kreme doughnut and it tasted like sand. I called my doctor. Apparently, one of the brain tumors damaged my sphenoid sinus, numbing the taste buds near and around the tup of my tongue. Now my food tastes like I have a cold.

What's next? My hearing? Sense of touch? Taste in fashion?

In conclusion, when life gives you lemons and the lemons taste bland, buy a tasty piece of Prada.

My Autobiography

2009-10-14T11:24:00.004-04:00

I'm #1 on Amazon.com.

Not Much To Report Here.

2009-10-13T21:30:00.003-04:00

I'm okay, only that the weather was nice today, so I decided to get out of the house and walk around the block It took me a long 15 minutes and by the time I got back, my body was so tired and completely exhausted.

In two weeks, I leave for the Philippines to visit my relatives who were directly affected by the horrible weather. Since I'm too weak and tired to help fix their house, I'll be busy distributing the money that many of you generously gave.

And because I'm traveling alone, the airlines were informed that I'll need special assistance at points like going through security, switching planes, and getting to the proper gates.

Why, Yes You Are A Photo Hog...

2009-10-12T09:58:00.004-04:00

And yes, it always has to be about you.

(The photo is of ME walking into MY surprise burfday party.)

(And get it over you, you. Birthday month is over with- it's the middle of October. Happy Columbus Day, people.)

You're Such A Photo Hog,Ernie.

2009-10-11T15:45:00.003-04:00

It has to always be about you, doesn't it?

Bad News, List Anew

2009-10-08T04:54:00.003-04:00

Last week, my opthomalogist told me that there's nothing he can do to prevent my one eye from finally closing up. He doesn't know how soon it will happen, but at the rate it is closing now, it's just a matter of time. And when it does, I am supposed to call and tell him that my life is over. Just kidding.

Following this bad news, I updated my list of "Things I Want To See And Do Before I Go Completely Blind":

1. See (not hold) my niece when she graces the world with her presence around the 21st of November. After all, I did buy her the Juicy Couture diaper bag.

2. See and visit my relatives in the Philippines especially after the waves of disaster weather that recently blew through and tore up their little village.

3. See Babyland General Hospital, home of the Cabbage Patch Kids, one last time when they open their new facility in Mid-November.

4. Go to a resort in a climate that iss stinky humid and hot, where Paul and I are laying poolside in a cabana. The weather is so unbearable that we have to jump in the pool every half hour to cool off. Of course, there's poolside service ready to serve drinks and food at the snap of our fingers,

5. See Paul's face in Sydney, Australia, inhaling deeply and smiling, saying, "This is where I belong. This is home."

6. See, stay, and feel the impact of City Center in

Las Vegas, when they open in Mid-December. It will really shake up and change everything on Las Vegas Boulevard.

7. See and watch Paul get a pedicure that will clean up and polish those cute little feet he has.

8. See Paul behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 Carrera or some other exotic sports car, as he feels the torque and the responsiveness of a true sports car. Overnight stay somewhere local, such as St. Michael's, Maryland.

9. See my parents, Paul's parents, and perhaps my brother-in-law's parents all together in a church service or eating a filipino meal in Charlottesville, Virginia, my hometown.

10. Rescue my best friend Dave from his horrible and taxing job and just go somewhere, anywhere, where there's no agenda, no list of things to do, but to do nothing, or anything we want to do. The poor boy (and his wife) needs a break.

Like Father, Like Son.

2009-10-06T16:39:00.005-04:00

This is my other son, Evaen Carlen.

He takes up after daddy.

2009-10-02T21:53:00.004-04:00

"I got five pieces of candy!"

"I got a chocolate bar!"

"I got a quarter!"

"I got a rock."

Surprise! Coming Out!

2009-09-30T19:45:00.000-04:00

Paul threw me a surprise birthday party Saturday night. Becaise he sent an invite through facebook (I think), my younger cousins caught whiff of it.

So there I was: shocked and completely flabbergasted at how many people came to the party. Tons of gay men. Then in walked in my cousin, his girlfriend, his best friend, and his best friend's wife. What a nice bonus surprise!

Fast foward. Towards the middle of the party, feeling a little tipsy, I just went for it.

Me: "So, Fernando, in case you're either dumb or blind like me, I'm...gay."

Fernando: "Oh."

M: "Yeah, I told mom and dad a long time ago, it took them a while to get used to the idea, but now they're okay with it. Then I came out to Catherine (a cousin of ours) so she and her husband knows. Now you know."

F: (silencee)

M: "It took me a while to understand it. I know...how can I be a Christian and gay at the same time? It took me years and years of feeling guilty, finally, I decided that...blah blah blah...blardy blah blech...ramble, yakety-yak, diarrhea of the mouth..."

F: "It's okay...I kinda' knew already. You're fine, you're fine."

His girlfriend, his best friend and wife: "Yeah, we know."

M (sweat on my brow): "Whew! Another round for them, please! And put it on my tab!"

My Relatives In The Philippines

2009-09-29T21:27:00.002-04:00

Over the weekend, a horrible tropical rainstorm blew through the Philippines. And like Katrina in the US, I ignored it UNTIL-

my parents finally got through on the phone (lines have been jammed.) It affected some of my direct reliaves: in fact, roofs of two of my relatives' houses flew off at the beginning, so it poured rain in their house the whole time.

If you would like to offer any financial donation to my direct relatives, (they're poorer than me!), let me know and send a check out to my parents who will do a wire transfer ASAP:

Ernie and Ellie Deomampo
2601 Willard Drive
Charlottesville, Va.
22903

Please let me know, so they'll know you're my friend and I can get my relatives to write you a thank you card.

If you would like to receive a tax deduction in return, write out your check to:

Covenant church Of God
Under memo wirte "Batangas Christ Ministry"
1025 E. Rio Road
Charlottesville, Va.
22901-1085

If you do this way, 100% of what you give goes straight to the Philippines, no one in the church or in the US gets a dime.

I'm emarassed to ask you for help, but it's my immediate family that that was affected, so I gotta' ask.

Thank you, and even if you can't help, thank you.
Ermie

I Own Many Pieces Of Louis Vuiton.

2009-09-27T20:02:00.003-04:00

But over the weekend, I have a new piece de resistance (pictured). But don't be fooled by it's realistic appearance: it's actually a five tier birthday cake.

Cake Artiste: Michelle D. It took her three grueling days of hard work and talent pieceing it together building it layer by layer, then decorating it with such intrinsic detail.

And the best part is that it tastes delicious. Many beautiful cakes taste like cardboard. But not this one- tasty through and through.

Thank you, Michelle. What a wonderful and beatiful way to end my birthday month!

What A Perfect Saturday Afternoon.

2009-09-26T13:19:00.003-04:00

I love having a football game on TV. I can't really explain, but it's so soothing. I don't really watch and half of the time, I don't even know who's playing. But it's the noise of the crowd, the announcers, and the commentary that makes it so pleasant to have it on. It's like I'm part of a big event, where thousands, if not millions, of people are relaxing at home, warm and cozy, on the couch with their HDTVs on, watching the game with snacks and beverages, The other family members not interested are in the kitchen or in the living room, hanging out, talking and eating. My favorite network football coverage is on Fox.

Right now in my household, UNC is playing Georgia Tech. Paul's upstairs taking a nap, and Taylor's on the couch beside me sleeping.

It's a nice break, no doctors, no entertaining people, just chillin' like a villian starin' at the ceilin'.

What? !I Can't Hear You! Put It On Mute!

2009-09-25T09:31:00.002-04:00

People often complain and wonder why commercial breaks on TV sound louder. Two reasons: 1) They know they have to compete with other dialogue in the room, such as you and other viewers discussing the show, or you talking on the phone. 2) They also know that's when you get up to use the bathroom or head to the fridge,

People with TiVo or DVR don't have to deal with this...goody-good for you, idior box junkie.

Coulda' Shoulda'. Ain't A Prada

2009-09-24T08:15:00.003-04:00

Someone wanted to know how to spot a fake Prada bag. It's elementary, my dear Watson, just follow these guidelines:

1. If you bought it in Chinatown or from a man that had it sitting on the sidewalk, it's fake.

2. If it says, "Prado", it's fake.

3. If you picked it up and the shoulder strap came apart, it's fake.

And now the tougher standards:

4. Check the stitching. If it's sloppy, has loose ends, and is not properly aligned, you got punk'd.

5. Check to make sure that the Prada badges are made of metal, not plastic or cloth.

6. Inspect the lining: nearly, if not all, Prada bags have an interior lining and contrast black lettering that says "PRADA 0000 0000" repeatedly throughout the inside.

7. Check the badge located inside the bag: it should say, "PRADA Made in Italy". Nothing else.

8. Inspect the hardware. Prada does not cut corners and only uses the best alloys to make the bag pop. If your bag looks new but the snaps or zippers look cheap or discolored, you got ripped.

9. Make sure it comes with the authenticity card, with the description of the bag matching the color and size.described.

10. Bring it to Ernie. There are tons of fakeys out there. Although I'm nearly blind, I can smell a fake like a drug dog at the airport.

Angels On Earth

2009-09-22T17:01:00.003-04:00

I just got off the phone with someone who, in my opinion, could not do anything wrong. This person has touched hundreds, if not thousands, of lives with kindness and generosity and expect nothing in return, except maybe the start of a lasting friendship.

I know some individuals who are like this with nothing but a "servant heart", where their default mode is to help others around them. I truly admire them- they have ears that listen, a heart full of compassion, and a brain that thinks of nothing except improving people's lives.

I wish I could be more like them. They don't get satisfaction from eating, owning things, or earning money, instead, they're happiest when they know they've put a little good into people's lives.

I tip my hat and honor you. You have changed my life for the better, and I am truly grateful and forever indebted to you.

What a fine example you live,
Ernie

Red Letter Birthday

2009-09-20T23:16:00.003-04:00

This birthday month has been absolutely wonderful and fantastic so far- I've had such a great time!

A special thanks to my family, Paul, and friends who have made it truly special this year...I am very grateful for you making it exciting and full of surprises!

Love you all,
Ernie

Happy Burfday To Me!

2009-09-20T07:53:00.003-04:00

I am 39, I look 29, I think like I'm 19, but I act like I'm 9!

Ain't that the truth!

Fall Fashion For Men Part II

2009-09-15T17:35:00.009-04:00

Rather than discussing other trends this fall, let's talk about some fashion rules that some experts in the industry enforce:

1. "Be held accountable for what you wear." (Tim Gunn) If you're wearing a bathrobe, sweatpants and Ugg slippers, don't be surprised if people called you a slob, If your belt doesn't match the color of your shoes, don't be upset if people point at you and whisper. One bad outfit is all that some people need to perceive you as a fashion amateur,

2. "If you haven't worn something once in a year, throw it out." (Carson Kressley) You bought it, why haven't you worn it? Do you think "I'll wear it when I get a chance" or "I'm waiting for the perfect event"? There will never be that moment. If you like it that much, you would have already found a way to wear it. Clean closet hygiene, people, it's not that hard.

3. "Don't dress like Lady Gaga at the VMA's." (Ernie Deomampo)

Fall Sahion For Men Part I

2009-09-14T20:39:00.002-04:00

No radical changes this autumn season, just trends from last year continue to become edgier:

*Slim cut jeans: Skinnier, tighter, and more the norm than the exception. Hey, you know it's here and to stay if when Gap is using it as its latest campaign.

*Accesories: Drop the stuffy, uptight briefcase if you are in a casual dress-down office atmosphere. Messenger bags are everywhere, in every price range and every label from J. Crew to Marc Jacobs, to Hermes.

*Colors: A small return to warm colors such as black, brown, and grays. Last year's colorful fall and winter collections are still welcomed, but beige hues and browns are more popular this autumn on dress and casual shoes alike.

*Jackets: Coats that fit like motorcycle jackets are still big this year, even dark brown and black leather ;eatjer cut like a modern day Members Only jacket are big (probably because they go well with your skinny jeans.)

*Vests: Pop your two-piece suit with a vest complimenting your dress shirt. Plenty of choices to be found at stores from Broooks Brothers to Rugby Ralph Lauren. Just make sure it doesn't make your jacket look too small or too tight.

*Watches: Most men in big time corporations are judged by what peeps out of their sleeve. IWC, Jaeger, and Omega are pushing bigger cases and new colored faces aside from the traditional black.

What Happens In Vegas...

2009-09-11T07:39:00.003-04:00

makes your head spin and starts a fight between head and heart.

Do you keep on gambling when you're down to recoup losses? Or do you call it quits and walk away? When you're ahead, when do you stop?

Head versus heart.

Should you party like a rockstar and feel the repercussions in the morning? Or do you play it safe by doing your normal routine as much as possible and conform to your rituals back at home?

Head versus heart.

At the all-you-can-eat buffet, with all those enticing fatty foods you try to stay away from, do you indulge or stick to your boring regimen of healthy choices you know you should follow?

Head versus heart.

My drama of head versus heart: as a birthday present, Paul gave me the gift of getting a new murse (man purse).

This one looks hot but it's too small. This one is more functional but says nothing. This one is boring. This one is too flashy. This one looks like a woman's bag. This one's Lous Vuitton. This one is Prada.

Oh, Las Vegas. You crazy, crazy adult playground that pushes people out of their comfort zones, opening their eyes yet hurting their heads.

Where's Ernie's Head?

2009-09-09T12:13:00.002-04:00

Caught in a whirlwind, a tornado, of activity in Vegas. This town is mad-crazy, with fashion that can be downright disgusting and touristy to painstakingly inspiring and attractive.

I've been so impressed with some of the younger Asians walking around with their iphones. Especially the Japanese. They wear their clothes so well, and accessorize it beautifully hard with bags from Prada to chunky jewelry from Barney's. Hairstyles so fresh and clean they probably woke up that way.

Back to Ernie's head...sorry for the lack of updates, it's all due to a lack of a laptop as the computer got stuck in a locked-up briefcase.

In a previous blog, I wrote "I'm ready for fall." I'm ready for the festivities, but not the colder weather. Some of the air conditioning in this town is so severely cold that I shimmy like Jello.

I miss my dog. I miss clean clothes. I miss not smelling like a rundown poker room with walls that wreaking of nicotene. But hey, it's Vegas. What happens here, stays here.

Thank goodness.

Most Stressful Cities Part 2

2009-09-05T22:23:00.003-04:00

*San Francisco, California
*Carmel, California
*Las Vegas, Nevada
*Monterey, California
*Oakland, California

Why? Because these are places where I am going to be in the next eight days. cauing chaos, wreaking havoc on your children, and terrorizing your neighborhood. Need anything? E-mail or call my cell phone.

Wrap-up so far:
Big Sur: One big nada.
Carmel: Eh.
Pebble Beach: Nice drive, beautiful houses. Definitely a place for wealthy golf players.
Monterey: Me likey! Cute town by the ocean. Good food, good good food.

Most Stressful Cities To Live In

2009-09-03T09:58:00.003-04:00

MostMForbes magazine rated all the major cities in the US and put together a list of the most stressful places to live. Their criteria was based on factors such as housing prices, cost of living, populatioin density, and unemployment, but also considered environmental factors such as number of sunny days and air quality.

Most stressful cities:
#5 Providence, Rhode Island
#4 Cleveland, Ohio
#3 New York, New York
#2 Los Angeles, California

And #1- Chicago, Illionis: "The Perfect Storm of Stress"

Least stressful cities:
Fanklin, Texas
San Antonio, Texas
Austin, Texas

Reason: plenty of sunshine, low cost of living, and university cities that keep the economy steady.

(What about 227 North Greenbrier Street?!)

Brace Yourself.

2009-09-01T21:05:00.006-04:00

Humor me and play along, please:

Ever since Cabbage Patch Kids were "The Must Have Toy" in Christmas '81, I've always wanted one. And years later when this "it" toy had faded and became available everywhere, I finally got a hold of one. But it didn't feel the same: it was one manufactured in a factory somewhere in China or Japan (probably by some poor 13 year old child). I wanted an original kid, made by hand in Cleveland, Georgia, the original home of the Cabbage Patch Kids.

28 years later, the dream came true: over the weekend, Paul (who bit his tongue to stay silent) and I hopped on a plane, rented a car, and drove to Cleveland and went to "Babyland General Hospital", where the original kids were "delivered" and available for adoption.

There were so many kids to choose from: both girls and boys, with red, brown, blonde, or no hair at all, eyes of blue, brown, hazel, or green, with unique first and middle names and descriptions that made their "personality" come to life.

I fell for one. Hiis name: Arnie Carver. He was a "preemie", "born prematurely in an early frost in the Cabbage Patch."

His smile cracked me up. His tiny and helpless arms were open and screaned, "Please take me home!" I had to have him.

I filled out and signed the "adoption papers", paid the "adoption fee" and received his "birth certificate." In the "adoption office," I was asked to raise my right arm and repeat an "oath to be the best father to him." I conceded.

As hysterical and ludicrous as all this sounds to you, the most ubelievable part follows: because of that oath I took, I feel a crazy-stupid bond to Arnie. I now am embarassingly attached to him, as he sits in his onesie on our living room couch, just smiling away, with big, adorable, and innocent eyes.

His facial expression completey cracks me up!

Happy Birthday Month!

2009-09-01T03:29:00.004-04:00

Every year I explain:

My actiual birth day is September 20th, 1970. (Wow, I'm old,) (And crotchety.)

Celebrating it for just 24 hours always felt too short- you sleep for 8 of it, so it ends so abruptly. A birthday weekend or even a birthday week seemed too fast as well. Hopes were high, which led to disappointment. So the whole month is perfect: it's stretched out, with little occasional greetings and small surprises every now and then,

So let the festivities begin! Eat, drink, and go shop!

Factoid

2009-08-31T08:13:00.002-04:00

Bad economy, bad living situation:

Percentage of 2008 U.S. college grada who moved back to parents' house due to lack of jobs available: 18%

Parents tell them, "I think we should start seeing other people."

Leukemia

2009-08-29T04:21:00.005-04:00

Yesterday, Paul took me to my liver doctor for a follow-up. Numbers for my liver are slowly returning to normal.

But we got incredibly sidetracked to other results found in my bloodwork. He was awfully concerned regarding results related to my bone marrow and white cell count. He recommended that I see a hematologist right away, and it's possible that I will have to go through another bone marrow biopsy.

I asked why the urgency. He said plain and simple that based on the numbers, I am a candidate for having leukemia.

(pause)

I heard this analogy the other day: life with its many struggles is climbing Mt. Everest. The more more you climb, the air gets thinner, the temperature gets colder, and the terrain becomes undauntingly difficult. Some climbers stop at a a plateau, take a break, and then head back down. The path before them was too much for them, so they choose to return to the base of the mountain. But the other climbers who stay on target get to the pinnacle and receive the reward of a view so undescribable, so richly visual and full, that their hike up seemed so long ago.

The terrain in my life has become shockingly and suddenly steeper. Sometimes I think it's not worth it. I think things like, "Why keep going? What do I have to look forward to?" It sounds destitute, desperate, and depressing, and the fight to avoid thinking these things keeps me up at night and tests the authenticity of what faith I have left.

(sigh.) In a couple of days, it's my birthday month. I can either choose to focus on all the positive, all the celebrating, all the excitement, or dwell on the unknown and the scary path ahead of me.

What's after September? Autumn? Thanksgiving? The birth of my niece? Christmas?

What's after Steptember? Becoming a cancer and leukemia fighter? More medical procedures? Another surgery? More MRI's, visits to new doctors, and a new daily regimen of drugs? Death?

One thing is certain in my future: clff hangers.