So I was flipping through the channels yesterday evening, knowing there really wasn’t really anything worth watching. It always irritates me that will all the channels I pay for, there’s never anything good to watch sometimes. It drives me mad that I spend the better part of an hour sometimes just going through the cable guide. :irked: But I digress. The point of this story was not to complain about the lacking quality of cable television. Although I could probably write an entire book on that. Ah, there I go off on a tangent again. :sarcastic:

So, like I was saying, my evening was spent channel surfing and texting my husband occasionally. I was about to call him to ask him something (or possibly complain about all the channels and nothing to watch) when a phone call came through. It was my brother, or so I thought. My oldest brother rarely calls me unless it’s something important, so I figured my phone call to my husband should probably wait. I answered and expected to hear one of his usual, retarded greetings (such as, “wassup homegirl!”). The man is in his thirties and likes to act like it’s 1999. He’s an embarrassment. Anyway, I was met with silence instead of a retarded greeting. I said hello a couple times, and I figured maybe he dialed my number without realizing. I was about to hang up when I heard a little voice. Turned out to be my niece, who had been playing with her daddy’s cell phone! :lol: She ended up dialing my number somehow, but we ended up having a nice conversation. Turns out her mom was taking a shower, her brother Carlos was watching yet another one of his movies, and her daddy was asleep on the couch in the living room. That bum! I told my niece to wake up her dad, but she just told me that he gets upset when she wakes him up. Smart kid. Morning grumpiness runs in our family!

After about five minutes, I could hear her mom in the background, asking Karyme (my niece) who she was talking to. She then grabbed the phone and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. Really, that little phone call was much more exciting than watching reruns of CSI, no matter how big of a fan I am of that show. Don’t think my brother will fall asleep on the couch anymore though, at least not without securing his phone first. Next thing you’ll know, my brother will be charged for a phone call to China that he had no idea who made. And my little niece will be snickering to herself as she goes and plays with her dolls.



So I’ve seen these things pretty much everywhere. People’s weblogs, their myspace, facebook, etc. Curiosity got the better of me and so I uploaded a photo of me to see who I resembled. I thought maybe Lucy Liu would show up as one of the possibilities, but this was just surprising to say the least. Oh, and oddly enough, Lucy Liu was not in the top 9. :sarcastic:


It gave me a total of nine women, and the first five turned out to be Asian women! I guess now I can’t really deny it too much that I might, just possibly, perhaps, maybe, just a bit…appear to be of Asian descent. :???:

Not that I’m complaining, of course. I’ve always loved the shape of my eyes, and my infatuation with everything Japanese only adds to that love. Sometimes I find myself secretly hoping that somewhere along my family history…maybe a great-great-great-great-grandma or something had an affair with an Asian man. Cause that would be totally cool. :sly: I’m too lazy to look my my family tree, though!

I tried putting my husband in, but it came up with no match lol. He doesn’t look like anyone, but that’s okay with me. He’s one of a kind and that’s the way I like ‘em! :smile: You guys should really try it and see who you look like. It’s pretty neat.




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