Jennifer Aniston Eats Short Ribs In Front Of Her Boyfriend
Stop everything else that your’re doing, I did, coz apparently, the fact that Jennifer Aniston Chows Down on Short Ribs in Front of Justin Theroux is such a big deal. I chow down food every day in front of my husband, that surely doesn’t make it to US Weekly. And I’m sure you guys eat in front of your partners with much gusto as well. You’re not making headlines in showbiz mags for sure. But then again, we’re not celebrities, right?
Why does US Weekly glamorizes everything that Jennifer Aniston does anyway? What’s next? she farted in front of her new boyfriend. Pffftttt.
A Bit irritated
– At this new look. I might stay up all night to change it again.
– The riding boots I ordered online was supposed to arrive today according to the tracking # I got from the seller but when I check it today, it was extended tomorrow. Arrgh.
– I couldn’t exert full effort in my workout today. My mind was going all over the place and I was feeling cramps which doesn’t make sense coz I’m already done with my period.
– It didn’t help that a tooth was hurting. Damn Halloween treats.
– I would like to use wet seal coupons, but I don’t know what to get, really.
– I have this gnawing suspicion that someone took an article that I’ve written yesterday, changed a few words then called it their own. I’ve been writing since ‘98, and started problogging in 2006, I can detect plagiarism when I see one. I’m still thinking about whether I should expose it or not. It’s a publication and I’m just a little ‘ol problogger.
The Duggar’s Make 20
I turned on the TODAY Show as soon as I got up this morning coz I was so excited to find out where Matt Lauer was doing his 2nd day of Where In The World Is Matt Lauer? thing. Then Ann Curry announced that The Duggar family are there to make an announcement. My husband who was in front of the TV while ironing his work uniform predicted that it’s either they’re having another child or a grandchild.
And the winner is, Momma Duggar is having her 20th child. I don’t know about other people who were watching this morning but I think Ann Curry mustered every patience in her body and logic in her brain just to stay professional and not be judgmental although you could sense amazement from her because the woman in front of her doesn’t think 19 kids plus grandchildren are not enough. Ann asked the young kids if they’re excited about the new baby and of course they said they are. You don’t really expect them to say NO on national TV in front of their parents, right?
I don’t mean to be judgmental but geez, there has to be a point sometime in the Duggar’s life when someone will say, “Maybe we should stop having children coz we’ve used all of the possible names that starts with letter J.” I couldn’t think of MAJOR reasons why they should stop at all. [/SARCASM]
Just saying…..
I Got It Back
Whatever I had a couple of weeks ago came back. I never fully recovered from cold and sinus congestion. And it’s my own fault. From all my productivity last week, stupid me forgot to change the pillow cases and bed sheets. My husband changed our toothbrushes but I forgot to change the stuff we sleep on everyday. I could have added them to my laundry, DO’H.
So I got hit back with sinus congestion, in a major way, last Friday morning. And it’s still raining. I got a headache and I can’t breathe, and I can’t smell anything. Forcryingoutloud.
This PINAY Would Kick Your ASS, And Be Proud Of It!
So I have this Filipino Showbiz blog which gets almost 5k views a day. FilipinasInShowbiz.com is my guilty pleasure. I used to be a snooty bitch about Pinoy Showbiz years ago until a celebrity named Marian Rivera came into my life. I liked a few Filipino celebrities before but I wasn’t as informed or dedicated to it until 2008 when I created the FilipinasInShowbiz.com as my outlet for anything that’s Marian Rivera. So of course I have a Twitter account (PinaysInShowbiz) for it as part of promotion and other things that’s related to social networking when running a blog.
In the middle of all the twittering going on about the Manny Pacquiao fight against Antonio Margarito, I checked the “Mentions” part of the Twitter account coz the dashboard was moving too fast and I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss any mentions from my 1400 followers. Imagine my surprise when I saw a tweet from a twitter named Jazz2Slick.
@PinaysInShowbiz nobody cares about that crap just stick with the pacquiao and margarito tweet all we wanna hear about is pacquiao
My first reaction was, who the hell is this guy telling me what not to Tweet about. Hellloooo? First of all the Twitter account name is PINAYSINSHOWBIZ. Did he really expect me to tweet ONLY the Pacquiao-Margarito fight? Besides, why the hell is he following me? And why is he reading my tweets if he only cares to read about the Pacquiao fight? So I replied to him.
@jazz2slick Excuse Me?? Don’t tell me what I should tweet abt. Don’t follow me then.. Ass!
His reply:
@PinaysInShowbiz i’m not following you my dear.
OK, so he’s not following me. So how in the world was he able to read my Tweets? I ‘m not following him and the only way I was able to read his “mention” of my Twitter is when I checked the “mentions” section.
@jazz2slick Well I’m not following you either.. Who The Fuck are you telling me not to tweet abt certain things coz you only care about the Manny Pacquiao tweets.. I’m sure Twitter is loaded with it already so why bother read my tweets? Hellllleerrr!
And he came back with this:
@PinaysInShowbiz is this how you pinays are? All cursing and stuff? Nice one to represent your country. i got no time to fight with you bye
Now that really pissed me off. Who the heck is this guy, seriously? What, a Pinay can’t cuss? Way to represent a country? So coz I cussed at him for being an ass, rude and stupid for not thinking about the name of the Twitter account, I’m not representing my country in a nice way?.. Puhlleaazzeee.
@jazz2slick LOL.. Puhhlleeasseee.. This Pinay will kick your ass and proud of it. So get used to it. And Yes, go, dumbass!
I am proud to be a PINAY. A PINAY who can defend herself and not let some male chauvinistic pig tell her what to do, EVER. The Twitter account is called PINAYSINSHOWBIZ, that means I will be tweeting about what’s going on in showbiz. That’s what I was doing yesterday. There was an award show, celebrity sightings, celebrity news, and mentions of the fight.
How was I supposed to represent the Philippines which I haven’t lived in for years? Was I supposed to apologize to him for twitting about celebrity news and not about Pacquiao? Was I supposed to say “Yes Sir, and you are right?” And of course, he went for the typical elitist crap that some Pinoys utter when confronted by a strong individual, a woman at that.
@PinaysInShowbiz great breeding right there
Some Pinoys are so obsessed with putting distinctions among themselves by introducing the “breeding” word in an argument to prove that they’re better than everyone else. I guess a Filipina like me who says strong words and would point out what an asshole he is has no “breeding.” An ignorant and typical defense from pa-sosyal wannabes who think they’re the shiznits because they speak trying-hard conyo-English.
@jazz2slick whatever.. LOL.. typical!
So yeah, while Pacquiao was beating Margarito to a bloody pulp, I was also in a fighting mode on Twitter with this dickhead who came out of nowhere telling me what to do in a social network where practically the whole world population was talking about the Pacquiao fight. Like it was such a sin for a twitter account called PinaysInShowbiz to tweet about what it was created for in the first place. Maybe I reacted angrily, but I stand by my words. I am a PINAY who can kick his ass and Proud of it. If that’s not a good PINAY representation of the Philippines then that’s their problem, not mine! And if calling out his stupidity instead of bowing my head and acquiesce to his request speaks of my “breeding” then I am proud to be in that class of “breeding.”
He messed with the wrong PINAY.
Teenage Mom Duct Taped Her Own Toddler To The Wall
I am just so disgusted at this Teenage Mom Jayla Hamm and boyfriend Corde Honea who tortured their 22 month old boy by duct taping him into the wall and then took pictures of him. They also duct taped his sippy cup into the wall while he tried so hard to reach for it. There are other pictures that I just can’t post here. Just Google and I’m sure links for the picture will pop up. It’s heartbreaking just looking at him trying to reach for his cup. The rest of the pictures are even more heartbreaking.
The Mom and boyfriend were supposedly high on drugs . The Mother got 10 days in jail and 2 years probation while the boyfriend got 34 to 60 months. WTF? Animal abusers get more than that. I can’t even think of what I’ll do first to that Mother if I see her. People like her and her boyfriend are a waste of earth’s space and resources. I wish Nebraska would protect that child coz it’s obvious that his own Mother can’t. Most everyone can have babies, but not everyone can be MOTHERS.
SPAM, Be Gone
I am sooo sick and tired of SPAM. Not the meat in a can SPAM. That, I like. It’s the endless millions of dollars that I’m supposed to inherit from a King in Africa or Zimbabwe or Russia. It’s the lonely money left by a soldier who died in combat. Seriously? What about the countless male enhancement pills or toys to supposedly help me out. Excuse me? I know it’s stupid and pointless to be talking about it. SPAM e-mails are part of the internet world. But don’t you have those days when you just want to beat the person who invented SPAM e-mail to a bloody pulp? Who sat in front of their monitor one day and thought it was brilliant to send ridiculous e-mails about fake inheritance, bank offers, Paypal scams, and everything you could think of about sex? How does he or she sleeps at night?
Well, after my rant, he or she is probably laughing uncontrollably and proud that another person had a gullible moment to stoop to her or his level. Hmmmph!
So Let Me Tell You About The Worst Move Ever…
This is going to be a long one so get a drink, sit back and relax… well, I’m not sure about the relaxation part.
Moving day was August 31st, Tuesday. It went fine from the old house albeit with minor irritations here and there. We had to stop in between to make sure the little girl didn’t run out on the street coz we used to live dangerously close to the road. Some of the boxes were heavy but the Hubs and I managed. I had a hard time carrying the sofa with him but we got it to the truck. It was the loveseat which wiggles because both seats are recliners that gave me a really hard time. It’s really heavy and it scratched the heck out of my leg.
That’s 2 days after I got them. Trust me, it looked worse. But, I’ll live so it’s ok. We tried to get to the new house as early as we could which was probably around 4pm because our electricity wasn’t going to be turned on until the next day (September 1st). In between unpacking, Hubs and I whined, cussed at each other, sweated (98° something), and made sure the little girl was out of the way. She was getting frustrated from all the changes and heat. The boy helped as much as he could too. In between, I also tried to calm everybody down, telling myself and the Hubs to relax because we don’t want to end up killing each other especially without any life insurance at this point. We didn’t have time to login to http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net before our move, heh. We wanted to unpack everything out of the truck even though it was freaking dark as hell in the house. I remembered where I packed the candles so that provided us some light at least. The plan was to get everything out of the truck, then Hubs will return the truck to the BUDGET place to get the car where it was parked which was about 30 miles away from the new house, then we’d stay in a cool Hotel for the night. But that didn’t happen.
We finished unloading everything out around 10:30pm. Hubs got in the truck to go but the damn key wouldn’t turn. He jiggled the wheel, shifted the lever, and everything he could think of to get it started but nothing worked. To make matters worse, my husband’s cell phone was dead too coz he didn’t have the chance to renew the service before the internet connection from the old house went off. So we have no electricity at 10:30pm, on a 98° heat, no phone, and no car. I work at home so even though I have cell phones lying around here, they’re not in service. Now I’m re-thinking about that setup. And we only have one car coz we can’t afford to have 2 car payments and insurance. That should answer all your questions, right? . Anyhoooo, so my husband got the brilliant idea to walk into the town proper to find a payphone that works. Remember, that’s around 10pm, in a new town, with no means of protection. We moved to a nice neighborhood but in these day and age, you just really never know. So while my husband is out there all alone, I was in the dark, boxes all round, lighted candles, and hot house with 2 kids. I was praying real hard to keep my husband safe and promised God that as soon as we get everything unpacked and organized we are going to look for a Church to go to every Sunday. And then the boy started crying coz he was worried about his Father. I tried my best to calm him down but at the same time I was freaking worried too but tried my best to hide it. The little girl was actually saying to her brother, “it’s ok, it’s ok.”
Meanwhile, Hubs was in town looking for a payphone to call BUDGET to let them know what happened to the truck and get his cell phone service back up. It took him 4 payphones to find one that works. BUDGET told him they couldn’t do anything until the next day. So my husband walked back home. Just imagine our reliefs when he walked into the house. I told him to NEVER do it again. So we were stuck in the house like that. We took a cold shower but dang it felt good. Got the mattresses laid out to sleep on for the night. My husband and I were sore as hell and dead tired at that point but we couldn’t sleep. My arm was even more sore coz I was fanning everyone with a cardboard throughout the hot & humid night. We survived, Thank God.
The next day, still no electricity. All the food from the cooler were pretty much useless. In between unpacking in the heat, Husband was calling the electric company and BUDGET to get things done. Then he called the internet people to reschedule the appointment coz we still didn’t have electricity. By 3pm, Hubs and the son walked into the town to find a place to charge his cell phone and get us something to eat coz we haven’t eaten a damn thing since 5pm the day before. The kids munched on cereal in the morning but that was hardly nutritious. We just tried to hydrate ourselves with water as much as we could. Some guys came to the house to try get the truck out but nothing worked. It’s all protocol now where they have to get a new key but needs documents from BUDGET for permission. Good thing Hardee’s is nearby so Hubs was able to get us food and drinks from there which he and the son walked to by the way. It wasn’t until about 5pm that a contract worker from the electric company came by to flip a switch so we could have our effin’ electricity. The BUDGET truck was still in the driveway. So Hubs finally called his brother who lives 30+ miles away to pick him up so he could get our car and get food too. Good thing he wasn’t so busy so when his family arrived in our messy new house, he was also able to help get the washer & dryer into the laundry room and the heavy loveseat in the living room. The latter stayed in the carport coz I just couldn’t lift it up from my end the night before.
It’s September 4th, we’re all safe, we have electricity (A/C, aaahhh), the house is almost completely organized, we have internet/phone, C is enrolled in his new school, did the groceries, I cooked our first meal last night and ate at the dining table. We just need the Direct TV back up then we’re pretty much back to normal. THANK YOU LORD!!!!
But we still have that BUDGET moving truck in our driveway. Someone was supposed to call my husband last night but of course, no one did. BUDGET doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to get their truck back. As far as I’m concerned, they’re getting free storage in my driveway. Every time my husband calls them someone is giving him the runaround bullshit. If they don’t get that truck out of here today, what makes you think they’re going to get it out tomorrow which is Sunday?
