A Bit of Humour

I just discovered that I have a total of 38 entries in this journal thing. Unfortunately my coding is stuck in the last century so I had to manually number each of my journal entries with an a name tag. And go and change all of my links. *sigh* I wish I was more proficient.

Death Reigns in Hawaii

No, this is not an entry about Jennifer even though her nickname is Death, amongst others. I woke up this morning and was looking at local headlines on My Yahoo! when I read 2 Teens Try to Kill Father in his Sleep. Very disquieting. Apparently a 14 year old boy slit his father's throat and when his father woke up his 16 year old brother hit their father with a hammer. The next door neighbors heard screaming. The father was rushed to Kaiser ... the sons were arrested for attempted murder. What has been going on lately here? We had the murder-suicide of a woman with Meniere's Disease and her two young daughters. Then the Palisades fire that is being investigated as a suicide. Now this. What is going on? Is there something new in the water that is turning us into maniacs. This is getting to be very depressing.

Criancas Feiticeiras

I came across a disturbing article on Yahoo.com from The Chicago Tribune. It regards child witches in Angola, a country who recently went through an internal civil war. Experts seem bewieldered to provide an answer to why this is occurring. Even scarier are that "children as young as 5 have been hanged, stoned to death, raped, burned and drowned in rivers after being accused of sorcery. " It reminded me of the Salem Witchcraft trials.

Such things as depicted above seem so far, remote, and incredulous to me, living in the United States. Yet, there are thousands of cases of child abuse anually. In all likelihood, there are far more that go unreported. Now that is a sobering thought. We may no longer have much of a notion of Criancas Feiticeiras, no do we prescribe all that much to the idea o witches sans Halloween but raping, drowning, and burning still persist. As a pediatrician in training, I find it a difficult task. Is this bruise accidental or did something else cause it? Is this an innocent cut caused by playing or does it bode something more ominous? Sometimes it is difficult to tell.

Pretty sobering thoughts for an early Sunday morning ...

Mister Rent-A-Date

Tonight I accompanied my friend Jennifer on her quest to "get-to-know" the co-workers better. Come to think of it, I don't know why I reference Jennifer's name at least once each time ... she's one of my two main readers. Eh. Well, her husband was not able to make the festivities (he was making the world safer) so I was the Rent-A-Date. I didn't have to wear a tuxedo or buy flowers, but I was mandated to bring my "social butterly" personality and be smiling and gracious.

It was pretty fun. We ate at Bucco Di Peppo ... unfortunately our waiter "Andy" seemed to be one lightbulb short of a chandelier. He gave very, very poor service. First of all, we had to wait over 45 mintues for our table to be ready (even though we had reservations at 8:00 pm). We get seated, but basically ignored for another 15-20 minutes. They never brought us house bread, no water, etc. Poor, poor service. Then we ordered, and our waiter got the drinks wrong. Thye brought out our Ceaser salad, but guess what ... they never brought us plates. Finally one of the bus boys took us under his wings and things got much better. We still left a 15% tip ... I wanted it to go to the bus boy. The chicken was particularly scrumptious. After that we went to Karaoke Hut and sang a few. Then back to the apartment to play You Don't Know Jack! I won 4 out of 4.

In other words, Jennifer DON'T KNOW JACK!

So I think my "date" went well. This, of course, was only a free trial. Next time I think it'll cost at least $30.00 for me to be an affable dinner date. If you want the Rent-A-Husband feature it will be the DELUXE package for another additional $19.95. Hehehehe. I'm looking forward to the extra income.

Dawn of the Dead? Forget It!

Recently, when I went out with my friends Jennifer, Valerie, Iman/Matt, and of course Kent, Jennifer decided that she wanted to see Dawn of the Dead. Apparently this is a Zombie movie where all of the survivors of a deadly plague take refuge in a shopping mall. This 2004 movie is a remake of a earlier 1978 film that was a sequal to Night of the Living Dead. Of course we didn't go see it. I'm a self-avowed scaredy cat and Valerie does not enjoy the horror genre. Now why did I bring this subject up?

Last night I was sleeping. Generally, that is something that one does during the night time, right? Well, I was having a particularly vivid dream. For some reason I was a lion/human. We had captured and buried a human being alive. For some odd reason, the "grave" was covered with a very large, stuffed Tigger (yes a stuffed animal). We were hunting snakes when all of a sudden the Tigger started moving. It got pushed away and this "corpse" with its raked face, missing eye, bloodied scalp, and broken body was clawing its way out, grabbing for me. There was also a knife that was sawing the "zombie" in its "grave" and the zombie was hauntingly exclaiming, "It hurts! It hurts!". I awoke in terror. Good gravy! I did not even see the movie and look what I am dreaming up!

On a happier note, I'm addicted to Final Fantasy Tactics. Kent shakes his head when he sees me corner a single enemy and constantly heal it. But I'm up to level 24 for my main character and I am a Master in several disciplines for other characters. Of course, I'm only on battle Number 4. Hehehehe. Well, off to play Tactics again. And wake up Kent.

Root Beer and Sticky Nether Parts

Ok, it's been a while since I've last written as Jennifer has reminded me. Let's see, in the past three months I've circumcised babies, attended births, counseled parents about bad behaviors and went on the Las Vegas Trip to Hell. My road runner account was "killed" for 2 weeks as they said I have a virus on my computer. I bought Norton, restored my C:\ drive back to it's original status using my recovery disk, and spent an hour on the line begging them to restore my connection. So I am now connected to the online word community again. And to my one reader, go Jennifer!

Let's recap with the Las Vegas trip. I went with Kent to Las Vegas. It was his first time, so it was pretty fun. I did get to see Tournament of Kings (bashing, blood, gore, sorcery) and Mama Mia! the musical based on ABBA songs. Jennifer is flabberghasted now when she hears me blaring and singing along with ABBA in my car. Kent won the big and medium prize in the waffle ball game, much to my chagrin. I must have spent over $20 trying to win a prize. Got to play some cool video games. But the return trip was hell. We were delayed over 16 hours for our return flight home. And I got nasty attitude from some Starbuck's people at the Golden Nugget.

Anyways, I was on a mission to clean my living room, kitchen, and bathroom. To this effect I went on a trip to CompUSA and K Mart in Waikele. I was sipping on my favorite soda, Root beer, from a Wendy's lunch, when out of the blue (and I honsetly have no clue how it happened) my drink flew out of my hands and placed itself squarely in my lap. It soaked though the inside of my pants legs. And all I could think of was *squish squish*, ewwww ... I have sticky b****... errr ... that I guess is not fit to type here. Infer on your own. Needless to say Kent was laughing his ass off.

So here's to you Jennifer, and the story of the sticky b****.