A day (or two or three) in the life of...

So, tonight was my little Noah's (you see, all babies who endear me are to be referenced as mine) b'day party at Chuck E Cheese. Mostly, the location for the party was for the benefit of the Daddy(Froggy). He was all kinds of siced and lit up as soon as he walked into the place. The B'day boy on the other hand could have taken it or left it but had fun all the same and we I (a.k.a. paparazzi Clussy) took pictures to document it all (thanks for lending me the camera to replace the heartbreak of my broken one, Gibson! I will name you in my will, good man) and uploaded them to dotphoto tonight. My little chubby replica of my brother just left me drowning in my drool tonight. Angel. ((sigh)) He totally crushed me at air hockey. I'm sure my temporary concussion didn't hurt his chances though. He's not one to play by the rules. No, no. He draws his own line to walk along and works it till there are no men (or women) left standing. He decided to forgo the p...

Dancing With The Stars... entertaining. Yes. Harry Hamlin is endearing, Shannah Moakler (sp?) is trying but her head band thingy is trying the patience of my detailed eyes, Vivica, uh, sure, Jerry, uh, no, everyone else, sure, whatever. Mario Lopez? Ohhhh yeah. Deformed dimples or not, me likey. Rawr! Bring it Maaaaarrrrrrriooooo! Bald and made up convict looking "Whoaa" Joey Lawrence? Um... I want to make fun of him but... Mmmm... Whoa. But, damn, that hat he started off with was wrong. Uh oh, look at him channelling Sammy Davis Jr. too. I think I'm crushing on Joey. Holy Smokes! He just scored higher than anyone else so far. Kick ass Joey! Tame the popping veins on that pretty head of yours though, Shnookums. "Word!" Sara Evans is cute when made up and in costume but she bored me. Apparently the judges agreed. I absolutely A-dore me some Emmitt. He's got such umph and spirit when he dances. He makes me smile. Cutey Patootie! W/his big 'o...

Wow, I get a handle on my finances for a weekend and all hell breaks loose. Shopping happened. Two days in a row. I'll only go into details regarding one of the impulse sprees. So, yesterday, I went to Bebe to visit my dress and saw that it was on sale. Not only was it on sale but a gang load of other dresses were half off too so I was busy in the dressing room throwing rags around, contemplating and looking at my account balance to see what damage I could do. I ended up being reasonable and not getting the dress I coveted so passionately because, well, it's more for a warm daytime look and that isn't my priority right now (as warm days are pretty much last 2 seasons). Night time is the right time... So, the winner was: Trust me, it looks better on than in the picture (oh, and I don't like the big chunky belt, I opted for a thinner, pretty one because I don't care how trendy it is, I'm not down w/bringing back the 80's). So, yeah, I treated myself to so...

Damn, wassup w/the brothas and the sistas getting the shaft (in the challenge which they lost fair and square but I still felt like throwing out a 'wtf?') ? Is this going to be the trend of pitting races against each other till the end of the Survivor season comes? And the men on the African American team just stepped up to make the decision (of which member of an opposing team gets ousted to another island) and the ladies stayed in background w/no say? Come on now... Either way, looks like Sekou's dominating nature got him the boot. I mean, I'm sure he had some serious strength's and it's going to hurt them to have one less man on their team though he has his flaws so I'm hoping (for their sake) they made the right decision. The Latinos/Hispanic were a fun group. And, uh, how 'bout that JP guy? (Ozzy ain't too shabby himself but I draw the line at pudgy Billy) Oof, makes being stranded look almost desirable, doesn't it? I'm waiting for mor...

So, with all the errands I have to run for my trip in a few days, I can't do bbq on Saturday (as previously promised) but I am considering throwing some chorizos and chicken on the grill on Sunday afternoon (3ish) if anyone else is game for a simple, no -fuss cook out. I'm not sending out emails or calling or anything. I figure, if you wanna come throw something on the grill and hang out for a bit, awesome, if not, no big deal. I'm trying to stay away from formally organized gatherings because I go into uber-hyped hostess mode and I don't end up enjoying myself at all. Bottom line: I'm throwing stuff on grill on Sunday. Most of you know where I live, if you're down, come hither. If not, uh, I will eat for you too then. Love, Clussy

Why? I mean, yeah Erica /Erika sucked but come on Jury, Boogie? STFU. I don't think my emotions can stand another season of Big Brother. I can't take it. I get too emotional and way too pissed off at the players. And now... well, now I'm all lusting after Dr. Delicious! why? He's even in my top 8 in MySpace. Yes, I just admitted I have a MySpace account. Sue me! Crucify me. Oh_well. I had a dream where Will was my... boyfriend. Ugh, call it too much reality television and call it a day already. Jems, you realize I blame this on you, right? I should be busy watching History channel or like, Discovery channel or some smart shit like that but no.... I'm swayed to watch this brain melting stuff. (I'm so impressionable) Why can't I go back to reading in my spare time (shut up) or doing something else productive w/my time? My brain is melting into slop. Oatmeal will be the contents of my head sooner than later. At least I'll worry less and have dumb fou...

Just last night, I wanted to post about how happy I was in life. How, damn, no matter what life has thrown at me, I was still standing and smiling (denial is also bliss) and all was looking like it'd be ok. I thought, 'do I have a right to be this happy in life?'. Answer: No Today I woke up late. I looked at my clock as it pierced the time (10:15) into my skull so unforgivably and jumped in the shower (not before hitting my cranium a couple times in sad attempts of diving into shower while half asleep), still with a sense of panic and my head telling me "stoopid, stoopid, stoopid, this is what you get for... loving slumber so..." and my body telling me 'we need to sleep for the rest of our dying days, just accept it'. In my haste to gather my senses, all my head would scream back at me was insults. This carried onto my drive to work, my first status call of the day, my call w/a client who's New Jersey accent rakes my senses in every way possible a...

Sometimes, I just wish all could just rewind to the simpler days when sibling interactions were as easy as wrestling over remote controls, fighting over winning the affections of our parents and giggling over tipsy family members saying such innappropriate things over Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. Those where the days. Simpler times, smaller problems and such blissful naivety. Don't judge the picture. I was too tan (this was taken this past June), my skin was taking a serious toll and maybe the makeup was off but I love that Frog was smiling genuinely and for that evening, any family drama was pushed aside and we were a couple of pre-teen kids, picking on eachother and laughing at the inappropriate things said by our much too vocal and maybe potty mouthed family (ok, just my Tio Carlos who's mouth measures up to the likes of, oh, Andrew Dice Clay) over my birthday dinner. I sometimes (like tonight?) yearn for the pre-teen years again. I Miss the drama-less fun of it ...

I mean, who would think that there'd be another Claudia out there w/an alias of 'Clussy'? Obviously not me. Apparently I thought I was quite special. Heck, I have to explain repeatedly why a misspelling at an early age would lead my near and dear Loveys to spell my nickname of 'Cloosy' (is that how it'd phonetically be spelled?) as Clussy. People get a look on their face, scrunch up their noses a bit and say Cluss-ie? No, not like fussy, but like Lucy or goosey. Clussy goosey, ((in my best Ricky Ricardo Cuban accented voice)) OH CLUSSY I'm HHHhhhome! Right. Point is, why must she impersonate me? I'm not one to judge but... this woman is out there claiming to be me. She needs to be stopped. I mean, what if she's out there robbing convenience stores, stealing women's husband's from under their noses or doing the white man dance to salsa at the club, as her understandably embarrassed friends chant out "Go Clussy! Go Clussy! Go Cluss...

As you may or may not remember, I faux adopted a pet bird last month. I named him/her Tweety. Lexi was fascinated by this new feathered friend. I was more, er, startled. I checked back (in utility closet where Tweety set up camp) a few days later (ok, I didn't check back myself, I had a friend do it for me because I'm a wuss and imagined a flock of birds flying out at me and pecking Old Lady Torres to death, only to be eaten by her cats... Yes I talk about myself in 3rd person sometimes, makes Claud giggle... /End ADHD rant) and there was no sign of Tweety. I assumed Tweety got annoyed that I didn't feed him/her and just flew off from where he/she flew in from. Cut to last night... Yet another creepy fly infestation goes down at Casa de Clussy. I'm swatting for dear life and looking around at the random flies which have taken over my house, in horror. What could this be? ((head scratch)) Hmm, what's that funny smell in basement? ((shrug)) Guess I'll ligh...