Hey! My porn guy story just showed up on my blog! Out of freakin nowhere! Excellent.

I'm sitting in my new living room right now, completely surrounded by boxes. It's quite overwhelming. I'd move to a different room but there will only be even more boxes. The sight of them all makes me want to run away. Scream. Do a dance. Or have Mary Poppins come over so she could magically empty them all into their rightful places. Ah-ha! And there is the problem...we are lacking in enough"rightful places." I have probably 10 boxes of books but no shelves to speak of. So until I buy shelves, I will be forced to look at those 10 boxes. I guess I could unpack them, but I don't want to stare at huge amounts of books piled on the floor, either.
It's stressful just writing about it. And boring to boot. Surely there is something more exciting to write about...yesterday I wrote about this guy in my alley who was carrying around his porn magazine. But my blog decided not to publish it and I ain't retyping the story. That was pretty exciting, though...in a really grose kind of way.

Man, I need some sugar.

Porn Man

A few days ago, I hopped in my car ( at my new place) but couldn't leave because I was blocked by a big truck. My parking spot is off the alley and my car had been backed in, so I was just sitting there, watching as this huge truck was trying to figure out where to go so I could get out. Meanwhile, 2 more cars come down the alley and now they too are blocked. Finally, the truck starts to move and from out of nowhere, this big black man runs out to the truck, trying to flag it down to stop. And what is in his hand? A porn magazine. Open, no less, with naked white women in full view of me,the two cars also blocked, and this young mother and her young son who are standing in the driveway next to me, who come to find out, were expecting this service truck.

So porn guy succeeds in stopping his coworker in the truck and proceeds to help him back up into a parking space, all the while using his thin porn mag to direct. I'm just in shock. I look over at the young mom and her son who are just gaping at the magazine. The guy seems absolutely oblivious to this and I'm wondering, why do you have your porn out? You're on the job, I mean put that stuff away. At least roll it up and stick it in your back pocket. But nope, he never did put it away- was still holding it when he walked over to meet the mom and son.

I have one word for you man...Classy!

Can I just say that the movers Cory hired- who came highly recommended- were a bunch of yahoos. Total yahoos. I should have seen it coming when the "leader" of the 3 men hired to help us showed up in tight jean shorts and a wavy blonde mullet down to his lower back. They totally jerked our chain. So annoying- left about 30 % of our stuff behind- all the 50 lb boxes full of books, of course. My favorite part? After a measly hour of working, they informed us that they would be taking their 20 minute break- on our dime and time. A break? A break?!!! I'll give you a break! A break in your face! The million degree weather didn't help much either.

(sigh) We're still moving stuff. Still!

What jerks. I hate movers.

Well, I've finished it. The book is over and I am truly distressed about the ending. And now I just have to wait another 2 years or something ridiculous for the last book. Man, this BITES!!!

Chinese Water Torture

I got home this morning after dropping the boys off at school and started packing a bit when i heard this...sound...faint but annoying is how I would best describe it. I stopped and listened intently, my head cocked to the side, (because obviously you can only hear really well, while in this position) and realized the sound was coming from outside my window. (Keep in mind that my window is closed.) I looked out to see the window that is directly across from mine on the other building..wide open..with someone's alarm going off. (Not house alarm, but beside your bed alarm.) I thought, oh forget about it , and went back to packing. But not even a minute later, the sound was making me crazy. Obviously whoever lives in the building beside me, hit snooze and then left. I thought, is this alarm going to go off ALL DAY???

So I go to another room to pack, even though I really need to pack in my bedroom. Then I leave for about an hour, come home and...the damn alarm is STILL GOING OFF!!! I had always wondered if an alarm was left on, just how long it would go. And now I know. On and on and on. Forever and ever. Annoying everyone around. I can't even imagine what the people inside the building are dealing with. Banging on the ceiling, knocking on the door..but guess what folks? Nobody's home.

Mommy dearest

So this week I'm staying overnight with 3 kids who go to my preschool: Santiago & Pablo (4-year-old-twins) and their older brother (6) Diego. They are a hoot. This morning, after having slept awful all night, I awoke about 5:30 am and within 15 minutes I somehow found myself playing chess with Diego. I wasn't even awake, I don't think, but the board was still out from the night before and I guess Diego asked me to play again, I don't even really remember. By 6 the twins were up watching excitedly and in my drowsy stupor, I somehow kicked some serious 6-year-old ass! (Not much to brag about I know, but what were you doing at 5:45 this morning?)

On the way out the door I realized the boys hadn't brushed their teeth yet. I sent them back to the bathroom while they whined and complained, acting like I was forcing them to eat liver and exclaiming, "But we don't bruuuuuuush our teeth in the mooorning!" and"I'm not gonna do it!" So stupid. I told them that they HAD to brush their teeth, especially in the morning. The end. I went to grab the rest of their bags and 2 minutes later I peeked in to find Santi with MY toothbrush in his mouth. I said, "HEY! That's my toothbrush!" He just stared at me with white spit drooling down his face and smiled. So I decided to make the best of it and to show them that my toothbrush was no ordinary toothbush, but quite magical indeed! (Mine is one of those vibrating ones.) I turned it on and it was like I had showed them the coolest toy ever made EVER! They all passed it around, each trying it out, just giggling and having the best time. Diego said, "Man if I had a toothbrush like this, I would brush my teeth all the time!" I will be making a stop at Target before work to get 3, actually, four brand-new brushes.

So I was in line at the grocery store yesterday and this lady was in front of me who was...how can I put this eloquently...a hunchback. At first I thought she was bending over to scratch her knee or something, but when she didn't straighten back up...

Anyway, the cashier was MIA, and the hunchback was just hunching there, waiting. I was trying to figure out what the deal was when the cashier showed back up, a bit winded, having just run through the store to get a price check for the one item the hunchback was buying, which was a box of these super big maxi pads. And I thought, OH GOD! How awful! It's bad enough being a hunchback, but then to have to make everyone in line behind you wait, while someone has to go get the price of your big pads...it was just too much. It made me very thankful to have a straight back and to be buying noodles.

P.S. Hunchy's should not wear fanny packs. They are very unbecoming.

Tonight's the night! I can hardly stand it!!! I'm having an out of town guest arrive tonight and a party, but my mission tonight will be to get to that Barnes & Noby before the clock strikes 12!

OH THE EXCITEMENT!!! The angst!

Is anyone else as excited as me?????? (Or is it just me...Just me isn't it...)

Well, looky what I found!

¡Felicidades, Jorge!
Kristyn Boza, Mara Boza y Katy Boza.
Sus amigos de toda la vida, entre ellos artistas y deportistas, se reunieron en el Club Waikiki para celebrar los ochenta de Jorge Boza. La nota musical la puso Jean Pierre Magnet, y la cuota de alegría y cariño, quienes lo acompañaron.

(I typed in "BOZA" and searched Google images, and on page 3 was this picture of my sisters and I from my grandfather's 80th birthday bash in Peru!!! I guess he's a little mini celebrity, or just a well respected member of the community, so his party was featured in a Peruvian magazine called COSAS. I had seen the actual magazine, but didn't know there was an online edition. Cool, eh?)

I was googling images for "breeze" and found this on page 1.

Ummmmmmmmm...Not quite sure what to say about it but I can't turn my eyes away!

What the hell is going on here?

Can't sleep...

It's about 3:56 am here in my living room on this dark and hot Sunday and I would LOVE to be sleeping right now. We went out for dinner earlier at a great Greek restaurant but I think the combo of greasy Greek food and lots of Greek wine is taking its toll on me. I fell asleep around 11 pm and woke up at 2 am which is ridiculous. And I am so bored because at 4 am there is NOTHING TO DO WHEN YOU ARE UP ALONE! The TV is boring, I don't feel like reading, I've been online but am running out of things to look up, and I feel sick.

So to all of you who are sleeping soundly in your cozy little beds right now...I hate you.

This is how I am feeling today.

Happy to not be in London right about now...

I saw Billy Corgan last night- at the Vic, not at the supermarket- and his show was pretty damn impressive. The music was a bit on the, dare I say it, sucky side, but the light show and the set was absolutely amazing and totally made up for it.

Tonight, another exciting line up...Big Brother starts tonight. Can't wait! Can't wait! It's the one reality show I've always watched and I just love it!

Almost Friday...almost Friday...

Why I Hate Doing Monologues For Audtions

by: Katy Boza

They're stupid. The end.

If you haven't already...

...go see the movie Crash. It's amazing.

July 1st

1566 - death of Nostradamus, French astrologer

1858 - The joint reading of Charles Darwin and Alfred Russel Wallace's papers on evolution to the Linnean Society.

1881 - World's first international telephone call, between St. Stephen, New Brunswick, Canada, and Calais, Maine, USA.

1963 - ZIP Code introduced for United States mail.

1967 - Pamela Anderson, actress, was born (gag)

1979 - Sony introduces the Walkman.

2004 - death of Marlon Brando, American actor

And of course it's Canada Day! So Happy Canada day everybody!