9:46a

big fat whiner!
dude.
still sleepy.
damn window guy called me at 8 am.
said his morning appointment canceled so he could move up our appt from 3p today
to...9am.
oh my god.
1.5 more hours please?
"ok", he says with a snicker.

so here I am.
fighting sleep like it's a big burly monster.
ahhh!!!! i don't wanna wake up til 11a!!!

went to bed at 2a.
woke up at 6:30a to drive my bf to the BART.
read some of my harry potter book for about 30 min
and then went back to sleep.
and then the stupid phone call at 8a.
ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

will try
but I must do something to keep me awake for now,
so 'thought i'd blog a while.
woke up 30 minutes too early.
damn!

last night, went over to Blockbuster and rented a couple of DVD's
that I knew my boyfriend wouldn't really want to watch with me:
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Scooby Doo

'Still dunno how Scooby Doo ended cause the DVD was all crapped out
(gonna get me another copy),
but DSYYS was ok. interesting story. very interesting characters
but the story-telling was kinda so-so.

But of course...yet AGAIN...I cried my eyes out. (as I usually do with stuff like that).
Some of the storylines in the movie kinda
paralleled some of the stuff I've been through.
Oh my gosh, and one of the characters just made me cry and cry and cry.
I couldn't stop! 'really reminded me of someone in my life who i hold
very dear to my heart.

My favorite part of the movie was the relationship between the
Ya-ya's...oh how I cherish girlfriend relationships like that.
I've been truly blessed and lucky to have had that in my life,
especially my girlfriends back in jr. high and college.
Girlfriend bonding is really a unique thing.
I was lucky enough to be around friends who weren't all prissy and into their looks.
These women are REAL PEOPLE, deep people who have taught me so much about
friendship.

all this talk makes me wanna go on another ladies night or all-girl trip somewhere.

date
well, I guess you wouldn't really call it a date, but
my boyfriend came home with our "dinner" at about 10:30p.
we sat at our little dining room table and had our turkey sandwiches
with potato chips, potato salad and Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies.

we had a nice talk about what was taught in his photography class that evening.
he's currently taking a class on how to create a portfolio.
what he was explaining to me reminded me a lot of similar
"photo essay" type shots that bern took back in college.
It was photos of our friend, Joy, teaching some students how to
dance Tinikiling for the annual PCN.
Wow, bern did a really awesome job capturing Joy's talents as a teacher
as well as the respect and love that her students obviously had for her.
I remember asking her if I could have the pictures so that
I could put it in a little portfolio to give to Joy for her b-day.

come to think of it, I'm not sure if i actually gave it to her or not.
but I can't find them anywhere, so maybe I did give it to her?
hmm...wait. actually I did.
I think.

anyway, bern did a really awesome job.
hey bern! you should do more of those! :)

a business lesson
so the window man came to take final measurements of the windows we're getting replaced
and also to give me the price.
he was a nice man. very fair and decent business man
...but boy, my dad was the man of the hour!

He's no push over for sure!
My dad was able to basically get the window man to waive the installation fee,
talk him out of charging 4.5 percent for paying with a credit card,
(then again, who the hell does that anyway?!)
AND
was able to get him to agree to letting him mail the contract later so that
he would have time to look over and sign it.
DUDE...and my dad did all of this over the phone, 'cause he was at work!

Wow, what a great business lesson.

The window man was still fair, though.
He still did not appear as if he was trying to win one over us.
He even told my dad, "Salamat Pohhh" at the end of their conversation.
(The window man is white, so he pronounced "Po" with a soft "o" like most people who don't really speak Tagalog do)

You know, my dad is one of the nicest guys, really.
But when he gets down to business, don't even think
you can step all over him.
Sometimes he makes mistakes
but when it comes to haggling and getting fair rates,
he's good.
damn good.

If the window man wasn't so nice,
I probably would've gloated and bragged about my dad. hehehe!
naw, I wouldn't.
but i can't help but be so darn proud!

(okay, i think I'm almost awake now)

til later!