11 posts tagged “qotd”

What game are you really good at?

SuperMario 3 for NES. I rock!

Also, Tetris, for NES. I can get into the millions. Can you?

Oh, I'm pretty good at Super Mario Cart for N64.

Can you tell that I haven't played video games for a while?

What is (or would be) your DJ name?

Oh yes! Get your craft on, baby!

Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself.

*I only have 11 sets of ribs instead of 12.

*I am right-handed.

*I absolutely love to play golf.

How well do you know me? Do you know which is the lie? Let's see! Oh, and Rachael, you can't answer, but I think you already know.

What is the one saying that your parents said to you that you absolutely hate? 
Submitted by victoriassecret.

In my pseudo-wisdom accumulated over the number of years I have lived on this earth (as opposed to other earths), I have come to realize that many of my mom's little "-isms " are right.

• "someday, you're going to have a child just like you" - now that I look at it, it's not the "blessing" that I thought it was going to be at the time! LOL!
• "make sure that you are careful with your credit" - once again, right on the money!
• "if your head wasn't attached to your body you would lose it" - ummmm, okay, I admit, I am a little scatterbrained sometimes and indeed, if my head wasn't attached my body, I definitely would have lost it by now!
• "sit with your legs together, it's not ladylike to sit with your legs open like that" - I thought she was totally insane, but now when I see women that sit with their legs gaping apart, I come a little unhinged. It just seems...I don't know...crass. Especially when they're wearing shorts.

But the one I hated and still hate the most to this day..."Because Filipinos do it that way". What the heck does that mean? I'm Filipino, and I don't do things that way, so therefore the statement should read something like "Some Filipinos do it that way. It could apply to anything, like why use paper plate holders when you use the hardy styro plates for a party (ugh, don't even get me started about the non-enviro friendly stuff, they wouldn't know global warming if it came down and bit them in the ass.) It is so you can make your 4 lovely daughters handwash all of those stupid plate holders?

I love my Mom. My Dad* too, although he never threw "advice" like that around so I don't have as a bone to pick with him. But really. Just because "Filipinos do it that way" does not necessarily make it the right way!
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*Dad, if you're reading this, I know Mom doesn't read my blog, but please, don't tell her. We already got into it the last time I was there washing the freakin' paper plate holders after the potluck lunch we had. It'll only hurt her feelings and then I'd get into even more trouble than I got into when we had the "discussion" about the plate holders and will make me seem even more like a surly daughter than I already am.

If you could eat anything you wanted, and not have to worry about gaining weight/being unhealthy/inhumane, what would you totally pig out on? 
Submitted by Jay.

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What's in a screen/user name? Tell us how you found yours.
Submitted by Bill.

It's a funny little story, at least, I think it is. I originally started out with some derivative of my name way back when I used Gopher to access the internet and had a Pine email account and was wowed by my Dad's new computer which had a whopping eight MB of RAM! 8 MB! That was huge! Now that it is not uncommon to have a few gigs eight seems ludicrous. Eight!

Anyway, sorry, got sidetracked there. So I used a derivative of my name (think firstnamethenlastinitial @ XXXX.) Then, I got married and wanted to bring my husband to the cult of the internet, so I used an amalgamation of our two last names. It was long and unwieldy, but I managed to get one of those mail.com accounts where they actually had really fun domain names. Mine was hislastnamemylastname@unforgettable.com. I mean, who could forget that email address? If you knew us, you could not forget it. Alas, people could not spell unforgettable and therefore, I threw that persona by the wayside. Plus, I was getting Spam. A LOT! (sorry! I couldn't resist)

So then I chucked that one away. Now for the somewhat cute story I promised you. Back in high school, I was chem lab partners with another Filipino girl. We were very giggly. I was very different then. I was proclaimed the Filipino Barbie. I had long hair, a perm (remember, this was the 80's you know!) and a fetish for the color pink. It was quite sick and I'm glad I outgrew that phase and into the preppy phase. Crap. I digressed again!

Again, I was in high school chem lab. I was a Barbie girl long before the song. I giggled. A lot. We giggled. A lot. (But I was actually decent at it and never caught anything on fire or melted anything that I can remember. But now I remember, there was a guy I had a crush on at the table in front of us, so maybe I did catch something on fire or melt something, I'm not quite sure.) Damn! Tangent again! Sorry!

(Once more, with feeling...) So high school chem lab and we giggled. I forgot that sometime during junior high, I went through this phase where I wanted to be called Lulu. Not sure why. I just didn't like the name Lynda, I guess. So the class clown, who was the lab partner of cute dude would tease my lab partner and I about laughing all the time. He said we were cackling, like hens. Then he called us cackling hens. Then he called me lulubird, the cackling hen. So then I became lulubird. When I went to get another email account, I remember that nickname and began to use it, only there was already a lulubird. (if you visit lulubird.com, you will see the most beautiful jewelry. I don't know her and don't know if she was the person who was the first lulubird, but damn, I like her jewelry and I can see that I'm getting off topic yet again!)

So I couldn't use just plain old lulubird, but lulubird2 just seemed so, like copycat and six is my favorite number. So there you go! lulubird6 it is! And as for my blog name, well, have you ever looked back and said to yourself, "Well, it seemed like a good idea...at the time!"

Tell us about an event that changed your life forever.
Submitted by Miss Scotch.

This is gonna sound so 90's corporate, but seriously, my life changed FOREVER when I attended a Franklin Covey TimeQuest seminar. They have since undergone many different incarnations, the latest of which is the Focus: Achieving Your Highest Priorities workshop. It made me realize that if I didn't get off my ass and grab the bull by the horns, no one was going to drag the bull to me. I think I mixed up that metaphor but whatever, you get the point!

I was working at an ad agency at the time and was sure that I was not realizing my potential only because those around me were not realizing my potential. Then, like a shot up the butt, I took this seminar and got one of my all-time favorite quotes:

You have to live on this twenty-four hours of daily time. Out of it you have to spin wealth, pleasure, money, contentment, respect, and the evolution of your immortal soul. Its right use, its most effecticve use, is a matter o f the highest urgency ... all depends on that.
    -- Arnold Bennett, How to Live on Twenty-four Hours a Day

Really, that quote galvanized me like no other. Everyone, from Oprah Winfrey, to Martha Stewart, to Bill Gates, to the lowest begger on the mean streets of Calcutta, everyone has exactly the same amount of time. What they do with it will determine their lot in life. I can spend it watching TV, or I can spend it creating a life that I love and can respect. Not too long after, I quit to go to school full-time for Interior Design.

Although I no longer belong to the cult of Franklin Covey (it's not really a cult, just something a friend and I came up with as most people that had gone through the seminar had similar feelings and epiphanies after attending), and half-assedly subscribe to the GTD way of life now, those things I learned about priorities and happiness will never leave me.

I watched bits and parts of Oprah today, and her show was on happiness. I think I scored a 33 out of a possible 35. I'm pretty dang happy with my lot in life. Are you?

What is your favorite term of endearment? 
Submitted by lostdwarf.

I have a strange habit of bestowing endearments left and right. Luckily, I manage to refrain from giving them to outright strangers, unless they are children. Then, they leap off my tongue lickety-split. Unfortunately, most of them have -pie attached to the rear of them, I have not a clue why. My poor children bear it with equanimity, even when the sobriquets are given during times of much stress or in potentially embarrassing (for them) situations. Princess, honey, sweetheart, pumpkin-pie, princess-pie, baby and babydoll are a few that regularly roll off my lips. My husband, while being spared most of the truly ridiculous ones, is not immune either. He is regularly called baby or honey. As a matter of fact, I hardly ever use his given name, just one of my nicknames or the ubiquitous "Hey!"

I also have a ridiculously bad habit of nicknamifying even the nicknames. For instance, my youngest daughter often answers to the name Mugger or sometimes mamita. Mugger for a strange reason that I won't bore you with and mamita because I believe it means little lady in Spanish. But in my insane world, she will look up and acknowledge when I call her "Mugita", a horrible bastardization of the two.

So apparently, I have no favorite term of endearment, only whatever comes quickly to my tongue!

What is your favorite greasy spoon?
Submitted by S@ngarang.

I have several, depending on what type of food I'm craving. Now I'm no foodie, but I do loves me grub. So while some might disdain my list of cheap eats, I would say, then don't eat there, dammit! Here's a list...

• For hot, delicious and hella cheap pho (vietnamese noodle soup), I absolutely crave Pho 777. Located in Chicago's Vietnamese town along Argyle, it's pretty dang tasty. I prefer the number 13, which I can't remember is exactly in it except for some tasty beef. The perfect thing for a cold winter day! Afterwards, I like to jog across the street to enjoy the yummy pastries at La Patisserie P, owned by Peter Yuen, a pastry chef of some Chicago renown. They have both beautiful and delicious fine pastries, but also Southeast Asian delights, of which I have not had since a wee girl at my mother's side.

• For more delicious and uber-cheap Asian fare, I completely love, love, love Ken Kee down in Chinatown in the Archer mall. Great Hong Kong fare, the salt and pepper tofu, sweet sake butterfish and hell, anything else in the sweet sake sauce is pretty damn good, in my book.

• Next stop on the ethnic food train...Poland! I love Paul Zakopane Harnas for the polish sausage breakfast, and that's about it. But oh, how I love it. Grilled, cut in half with little slits in it, sitting atop its bed of grilled onions, served with an artery-shattering side of potato hash and a little paper cup of I think, horseradish. I don't eat the horseradish, because I don't like it, but everything else on that plate is good, good, good and cheap. HUGE portion, and did I mention cheap? We usually on eat breakfast there, but they look like they have good specials!
  

These are truly greasy spoons, not glamorous, mostly utilitarian. Service is pretty quick, food hits the spot and price is right, for sure. As for more traditional American fare? The beauty of living in Chicago is going to a particular restaurant if you are craving a certain food and usually, I can make my own traditional American comfort food at home for even cheaper and better than at restaurants. Except for burgers. I hate making burgers. I don't even really crave them, either, although I love them. But the golden arches will satisfy that one.

I don't often get writer's block because I'm not a writer, but when I do need to write and I am blocked, depending on the type of writing I'm doing, I will mostly likely outline. If that's not appropriate, then I will free-write to get my writing juices going.