Mini Peeps

i love babies. okay, i take that back. i love kids. i don't really know what to do with a micro human being that's just crying, pooping, and eating (oh, what a good life!). but when the micro thang reaches a certain mini age where i can chase it, throw it, and scare it -- i'm pretty good with them. it's like the mini and me are on the same level.

anyhoo, back to babies. so my friends all over the nation are popping out these suckers. (congrats congrats!) my email and snail mail inboxes are full of baby photos and cards...and these little ones are so darn cute!

but as with all things in life, i do have one complaint regarding this matter. why does everyone feel the necessity to sign emails with the baby's name included? "we would like to announce the arrival of baby x. love, mommy, daddy, and baby x." why is the baby x announcing himself to me? are baby x and i on email terms? i didn't think so. so, until the kid can type an email to auntie sauj on his/her own, let's not confuse her please.

on that note, congrats to all the new parents! i'm glad to know you married ones and i have even LESS in common now that you have little micro peeps in your households.

with love, auntie s

Oh Happy Day

circa 2003 when i used to live with steph, the tv was either stuck on the food network or repeatedly playing one of two movies -- bridget jones diary or about a boy. though i agree that both movies were fun to watch, i did not understand how anyone could watch a ligthearted movie not once, not twice, but over and over again. steph told me she left these movies on for ambient background noise, but really, in my opinion, those movies just did not deserve the repeatability of say...shawshank redemption or sound of music (one for quality quotes and one to sing along to, duh.)

now fast forward to...late 2007 / early 2008. writers guild strike ate my regular shows and pooped out crap like cashmere mafia. so, what do i find myself doing between the weekend run of sports? well, i just finished watching bridget jones again. along with a third showing of sister act 2: back in the habit, fourth viewing of devil wears prada, and a fifth time through gridirong gang. i mean, i was just totally wrong before. these types of movies are totally touching and moving -- yes i cheered for rita when she forged her mom's signature to go to the all-state music competition, of course i teared up when andy just didn't recognize herself anymore, and i for sure giggled when the rock said to his team, "are you shitting me? do not tell me you don't know how to spell mustangs!" (hehe) -- and it's still good the second, third...nth time around! who knew!

and who knew that the oh happy day was when jesus washed and not when big jc walked. man, this whole time i was singing it wrong -- good thing i just googled the lyrics.

Happy 2008!

wow, how has two full weeks already passed in 2008! i know it's a bit belated, but happy new year, everyone! that is of course to the two people who still read this thang :)

not too much going on here. i had told many people that i would just enjoy the holidays and figure out my life in 2008. i love you too, friends -- to all of you who greeted me with "happy new year; what are you going to do with your life," thank you for reminding me of my lovely bum status.

oh, speaking of bums, why do bums in cold cities just stay there? i mean, if i were a bum in boston, i'd walk my way to this lovely january LA weather -- if i'm sleeping on the sidewalks, i rather my sidewalks be warm, sunny and 75, no? yup, you're right, i only said that to make the point that it's lovely here in LA -- suckers!

hope everyone is enjoying all the fun sports too -- lakers (sad about bynum), ucla bball, pats, t.o. crying, and of course the most fun boxing match ever -- obama vs. hillary.