just a little misunderstanding...

The other night during dinner with the family we somehow ended up on the topic of Disneyland. My step-brother, the Santa Clara University educated, Jeopardy know-it-all, pre-law school genius said, "My friend told me Disneyland is free on my birthday." I thought he was referring to the fact that Disneyland has started a new promotion where admission is free if you go on your birthday, but I was surprised when he continued with, "What a weird day for Disneyland to be free..."

Perv Update

I haven't heard from Mr. pervert since January 11. He called twice that night. The first time he called I hit the ignore button and the second time he called I answered. I said, "Listen dude, what you're doing is illegal. I have filed a police report, so I hope you get arrested." He hung up immediately and I haven't heard from him since. Only time will tell if that got him off my case. Of course I haven't heard a peep from the police department since filing the police report. I'm out of town this week at a client's office, so I'll give them a call next week to see if they're doing anything in response to my report.

J

Left a piece of my heart there

I spent the weekend in Southern California for a wedding. The wedding was in Newport Beach, but I stayed with my good friends in Redondo Beach. As I was driving away from my friends' house this evening to head to the airport, I felt very sad and almost teared up a bit. It's weird to admit, but I do miss Los Angeles. Parts of the city truly are beautiful, and I have a lot of friends there whom I dearly love and miss. It feels like I'm leaving part of my life behind. That chapter is over, and it's very bittersweet.

Peace and love.
J

So much love to give

It's everywhere... romance and marriage and love and kissing and sex. It's on TV, on the street, in the movies, all my friends are in relationships... I totally cannot relate with any of that right now. I'm single. I've pretty much always been single. I'm so over it. My Grandma tells me every chance she has that she prays for me everyday, and I'm 99% sure she's praying that I find a man and get married and have babies. Like, NOW. It's everywhere. It's all around me. All this good stuff that I don't have. I'm not complaining like I'm desperate, I'm just saying I'm annoyed.

My outlook has changed recently about all this love stuff. I used to feel like I desperately wanted someone to love me; to be in love with me. Of course I still want someone to love me, but now I feel that I yearn to love someone else. I feel like I'm welling up with love to give. This is a relatively recent realization that came to me a couple weeks ago. I was spending some quality time in the kitchen, which i very rarely do. I guess I just don't feel like it's worth it to just cook for me. So when I was making my clam chowder from scratch - figuring out how to friggin cook bacon for the first time - a thought came to me... I enjoy cooking for other people. I think when I'm in a relationship and when I get married I will definitely want to cook for my husband and family. I think it will be vary satisfying to give and to provide for him. I've felt this is the past with a couple guys I have dated and made dinner for, but I never really processed the thoughts until now. I'm yearning to have someone who I can love and I can cook for and I can take care of. I have so much love to give. It's like my heart is full, but at the same time incomplete.

This afternoon I was spending time with one of my best girlfriends, sharing these thoughts with her. She and her husband, whom I introduced her to, were married in November. She shared that she agrees; she really enjoys taking care of her husband and being able to provide for him in certain ways.

One of my favorite quotes is from When Harry Met Sally: "When you find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

In other news, my nephew Landon should be arriving any day now! As of this afternoon, his mom was dilated to 1 cm and having contractions every 15 minutes. That sounds pretty darn serious to me; like he'd be coming today or tomorrow, but her comment was "The contractions are only 15 minutes apart, so I think we have a while to wait still." (I obviously don't know anything about being pregnant and giving birth!) I have a feeling that I'm going to love Landon more than I've loved any one else before him. :)

Peace and love.

J

Meme (I so hate that word)

I think the word meme is annoying. I don't know why. I just think it's ugly.

I'm taking this meme from Kori. 7 random/weird things about myself:

1. I can't chew minty gum. It makes me nauseated. I also can't chew gum for more than about 3 minutes. I just have to spit it out.

2. I hate sandwiches. No idea why. I just do. The only sandwiches I'll eat are turkey or pastrami from Togo's. At Subway I'll only get the pastrami. Togo's is my favorite. I don't like Subway, but I do like that they have olives. Togo's doesn't.

3. Apparently it's really weird that I haven't seen any of the Lord of the Rings movies. I just don't care to. I prefer action movies and comedies over sci-fi.

4. My joints are "shallow and loose" according to an orthopedic surgeon. My knee-caps have dislocated since I was in third grade. In 10th grade I dislocated my shoulder after falling on the ski slopes. Now it's loose and has dislocated when I rolled.over.in.bed!! LAME! My knees have been pretty stable for a couple years, so I hope they stay that way! Dislocation is seriously the most traumatic thing I've ever been through. It is PAINFUL. I was very close to going into shock when my shoulder popped out in bed. I was nauseated and almost blacked out.

5. I am a total freak about spelling and grammar. I could NEVER date or marry a man who is a bad speller. Shallow, I know. I also correct people's grammar when they're speaking, and apparently people don't exactly appreciate that.

6. I am hyper-aware of my surroundings. I always notice if someone drops something or if they leave something behind, and I'm the nice kind of person who will let you know. But at the same time, my hyper-awareness is annoying to people. Just the other day my friend (a guy) hocked a loogey in my presence and I said, "Wow. That was sexy." and he said, "Gah, why do you have to notice EVERY single little thing?!" (But in my opinion hocking a loogey is way more annoying that me saying, "that was sexy." LOL)

7. I LOVE office supplies and well organized spreadsheets. Yes, I'm a nerd. I love accounting and auditing. I'm so lucky to have discovered it at a young age and to have had the opportunity and the brains to get into a good school that helped launch me into the workforce. :)

Peace and love.
J

Harasser Update

I called the SJPD to file a police report and the officer said that I could fill out a form online or he could fax or mail a form for me to fill out and return. I opted to file the report online. Who knows if anything will happen. I may as well just change my phone number because I have a number with a different area code from where I live because I kept my phone number from college (on the Central Coast of California). My grandma has been asking if I'm going to change my number now that I've moved back to Nor Cal. I didn't plan to since it's the only number I use and I have it listed on my bills, credit cards, subscriptions, insurance, etc. But I guess it is inconvenient for all my friends and family to have to dial a long-distance number. My parents won't call me from their house; they always use their cell phones. It'll be an inconvience to change my number, but at least I won't be awakened at night by some pervert.

Also, it's weird, yes, but I'm not really grossed out by this guy and what he's doing. I'm just annoyed that he keeps calling and totally curious as to who it is. I blame our whacked culture for my desensitization. I guess I've seen Dateline's "To Catch a Predator" too many times. :(

J

Not happy

I've had enough! It's been 5 months now that I've been getting calls from a withheld number between 11pm and 12am. I have received a few around 2am, 3am, etc. Every time I answer I can hear a guy breathing. I usually hang up after saying hello a couple times. After a month or two, I started hitting ignore, but I'm not happy about that as my outgoing voicemail message contains my first and last name.

Tonight (just 15 minutes ago) I received another call. This time I decided to stay on the line until he hung up. I also wanted to make sure I was actually hearing breathing and not just repeated white noise. I was on the call for 3 minutes before he hung up. Conclusion: Pervert was masturbating. Um, yeah. I just called AT&T to see if they could figure out what the withheld number was and they told me that I need to file a police report for harassing calls and then the police department will subpoena my phone records. OR... the lady said I could change my cell phone number.

Effing LOVELY!

J

Julie's Economic Bailout Plan

CC Sabathia, Derek Jeter, A-Rod, Kobe Bryant, Tiger Woods, LeBron James, Tom Cruise, Shaq, Peyton Manning, Will Smith, Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, Diddy and every other individual in Hollywood/professional sports that makes MILLIONS should give their excess to the government. When I say excess, I mean like, everything over, maybe, $200,000? I'm serious. Watching the news lately about Sabathia's 161 MILLION dollar contract with the Yankees makes me sick. The people in this world who deserve be paid even 1/161th of that amount are people like Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawkings, Mother Theresa, TEACHERS, etc... people who are/were geniuses, future shapers, empowerers, phenomenal humanitarians; people who make/made a difference. In my opinion, entertainers absolutely do not deserve to make that much money. At least there are people like Oprah, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and Angelina Jolie who use some of their fortunes for the wellfare of others. But seriously, CC Sabathia could help bailout California... at least cover a couple days worth of our debt.

J

Hilarious websites!

Thanks to the 2008 Weblog Award nominations I have found two awesomely hilarious websites:
mymomisafob.com
mydadisafob.com

For those of you who don't know, FOB stands for "fresh off the boat". Growing in up in very multicultural San Jose, I've been familiar with this term for quite a while. Some people feel that the term is derogatory, but my friends (as well as the website creators) use it tongue-in-cheek.

I've been reading through the sites all afternoon, and this is my favorite so far.

Enjoy!