The Accidental Voicemail

When I was making final calls for our ski trip last week, I was double checking what time everyone was getting to the hotel.

Now I rarely use my phone (or answer it, as anyone who knows me will tell you). However, I have a TON of numbers, because I always try to save phone numbers when people call me.

I realized I had my cousin Marlon’s cell phone number stored on my phone, so I gave him a call. He had one of those generic voicemail messages that just states the number of the phone. I hesitated, thinking that I could have the wrong number. “Oh well, if it’s a wrong number then they’ll ignore the message,” I thought. Since it was late at night, so I left a message for him to give me a call.

The next morning was crazy busy at work. I was finishing up a conference call when I saw Marlon calling on my cell phone. I got off the phone with my client and went to answer the phone, but too late, the phone went into voice mail.

I called him right back, and there was no answer. Since me and Marlon always joke around, I left him a voicemail that sounded like this:

“Yo, Marlon! It’s Deluxe, son! Why you be calling me then not pick up the phone when I call you right back, bitch? Hit me up when you get a chance because I wanna know what’s the 411 with the ski trip, homie. Peace out!”

Yes. I’m a dork.

Right after I hang up the phone, Marlon calls me back. I answer the phone with a thuggish, “SUP!”

…and the sound I heard next both terrified me and made me roll on the floor laughing.

“Christine? Is that you? This is your Tita (Aunt) Rosie! Did you call my cell phone?”

Yes. I accidentally called my aunt. Marlon must have called me from his mom’s phone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Tita! Is this your phone?”

“Yes, are you trying to call Marlon? He has his own cell phone.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry!”

“That’s ok, here’s his number.”

“Thanks. And please please PLEASE don’t listen to your voicemail from me. Just erase it! You don’t want to hear it.”

“Oh, don’t worry honey!”

I wanted to crawl into a hole leaving that ghetto message on my aunt’s voicemail! Later on I told Marlon the story and he got a kick out of it. Lucky for me, she doesn’t know how to check her voicemail, so I’m off the hook for now!

A Broken Ulna, the Shocker, and Fun in the Snow


The Cousins at Karaoke (from Melanie)

We came back from our Devil’s Head ski trip yesterday. It was a bitch to coordinate, with a lot of people saying they were coming out, then cancelling at the last minute. Sure, some had valid excuses, but it’s hard to plan a trip for a big group of people, arrange the hotel rooms, get a group rate, then have a bunch of people cancel at the last minute. Next time I don’t want to take part in the planning! It must have been ten times harder on Dan since he was the one doing the planning.

Dave and I headed out on Saturday morning, since he was on-call and didn’t get home from work until 8:30 Saturday morning. Pretty much everyone else got there Friday night, and they got to go to the casino and party without us. We got to Devil’s Head at around noon, and as soon as we saw the mountain we laughed. Mammoth Mountain in California had spoiled us - Devil’s Head looked like a mere hill in comparision. The top of Mammoth was 13,000 feet above sea level - Devil’s head was a tenth of that - a mere 900. saw my cousins Marian and Michael in the parking lot and we headed in.

I had a great time snowboarding and hanging out with everyone. Rather than put it in a long narrative, I’ll just throw in the highlights:

- Marian was like the energizer bunny as she was learning to snowboard on the bunny hill. She never used the tow rope, she would take 5 minutes to walk up the hill, 5 minutes ot put on her bindings (which were snap ons) and then 30 seconds to go down the hill - if she didn’t fall. Then the cycle would begin all over again for the whole day. She was a trouper - ending the day covered in ice and snow.

- Poor Melanie, who was also learning to ski with her friends Kim and Rainier. She was picking up snowboarding pretty well, but then face planted on the snow - not right on her face, but on the side, but enough for her nose to stop bleeding and the ski patrol to be called in. Then, hours later, as she was going down the hill, she came to a stop, caught on an edge and fell backwords. As she tried to stop her fall, she fell on her arm and was rushed to the emergency room. Yes, the ski patrol was busy. The funny thing is, we weren’t around when it happened, and heard it all second hand, and we all thought it was Kim that broke her arm, so I left a voicemail on Mel’s phone checking on Kim’s condition.

- I spent most of the morning giving Marian pointers on the slopes. When I finally went up the ski lift, I had planned on going on an easy hill, but Dan talked me into going onto an intermediate hill without my easy hill warmup. I was a little nervous, but when I went down that blue, it was SO EASY! I remember last time I was at Devil’s Head on skis and I thought that trail was so hard, but with all my snowboarding skills (which are minimal) and living the horror of getting lost on Mammoth Mountain and skiing the advanced there (I haven’t told you THAT story yet!) the intermediates were nothing!

- Night skiing was $5 dollars more, so we decided to take advantage of it. Dave talked me into trying out the black diamonds, which made me a bit leery, since it was night skiing and the falls on Devil’s Head hurt a lot more than what I was used to. BUt we went on it with Michael (who sees Dave as his snowboarding Mr. Miyagi) and it was AWESOME! It was about the difficulty of the blues on Mammoth, and with the icy conditions, there was a lot of speed on the trail. It was scary to fall, because on the lift you could hear the boards ’skkkkkrrrrrtttcccchhhhh’-ing the snow/ice. When people felt you could hear the *boom* from far away.

- The day wasn’t too cold. As Marian went down a couple times, she was starting to get a bit warm. So she saw that Melanie and a couple of her friends were up on the mountain. She takes off her jacket and looks at the one white guy with them, who had been sitting with the group watching and giving pointers, and says, “Hey, I’m Marian! Can you hold my jacket for me?” then ran away to board some more. The guy was left with a quizzical look on his face. Marian didn’t know that the guy she gave her jacket to was their snowboarding instructor!

- A group of us raced down the greens, and went immediately back in line. Michael realized that Maui, his partner was gone, so he said, “Hey, where’s Maui?” We all turned and saw him come down the mountain, then totally bail and fall. We all let out a “Ohhh! Damn!” and just bust out laughing, because it was a really good fall. He got up, shook it off, then continued down, but he started cramping up and crashed into a guy, which led us to say, “Damn!” again. It was so funny because it all happened in seconds. “Where’s Maui?” “Ohhh!!!!” “Damn!”

- Aquaman, a.k.a Sam, did not break any bones and picked up skiing pretty quickly. He had nothing to worry about! Well, except for that whole stopping thing - he still needs to work on that. We introduced Sam to Marian as ‘Aquaman’. She called us cruel to be giving him pet names like that, but never bothered to ask for his real name. Later on in the day, we were talking about Sam and she was like, ‘Oh, that’s Aquaman’s real name?’

- Dan bought this game called ‘The Shocker’ or something. Four people hold these handles with clickers on them, and you press a button that all these handles are attached to. A red light goes on and this eerie music starts playing, and the the light turns green. As soon as the light turns green you have to click your button. Last one to click gets a shock. And this isn’t a little vibration shock, this is a full on shock that goes straight up your arm and makes you scream. It was a hilarious game to play, but more hilarious when you weren’t wracking your nerves playing it.

- We went to the bar that night for some karaoke. It was a total blast, and I laughed so hard that my tummy hurt. We were drinking, eating and having a good time. Watched Tony, Maui and Eva rocked the house with their singing. We were all a rowdy bunch. Tony sang John Mellencamp’s “I Fought Authority”, dedicated to his legions of employees. It’s fun to see your manager on his knees on the floor singing with a napkin tied around his head. Maui made us all teary eyed dedicating John Mayer’s ‘Daughters’ to his little girl Jillian, who he had left at home. There were some others from Detroit that really got us hyped with ‘Bust a Move’ (to which Tony was doing the running man, alone, on the dance floor to). I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun doing karaoke. And no, I did not sing. I will not put people through that torture!

- The trip to brunch the next morning was eventful. Dan said that he knew of a Perkins down the street, which wasn’t there - it was a Denny’s, so he passed it, and we moved on, all the way to the Wisconsin Dells, and into the parking lot of another Dennys. Then he realized that there was a Perkins down the street, which we headed to after finding out there was a long wait at Denny’s.

- I didn’t have my camera for most of the trip, since my digital is really bulky and I forgot my film camera at the office. I did, however, take pictures of the boys playing at the pool, doing some very dangerous tricks like jumping into the pool while sitting in the chair. Aquaman also showed his powers over water by squeezing it out of the football.


The trip was a great time. I wish I remembered my camera, but you can see Melanie’s pictures which really rock. I really love snowboarding, even though I’m a pretty slow and cautious boarder, I’m still having a great time up there. We’ll have to do it again sometime, and maybe everyone will be able to make it this time!

So Long, Sammy!


Sammy Sosa - September, 2004 : Chicago, IL

Saturday was the day that Dave had been waiting for months to come - the day the Cubs announced they were trading Sammy Sosa. It’s not 100% sure yet, but everyone here is going on like it’s going to happen.

I have mixed feelings about this. Dave, however, knows it’s time for him to leave. I feel bad that he’s leaving on what I think are bad terms - the whole city wants him gone, and people are still sore that he left the last game of the season early because we had blown the wild card.

But as much as we loved Sammy in the years gone by, he just hasn’t been producing for us. Sure, he had 35 homers last year, but how many of those where home runs that were needed? When people were on base to score? There were so many times that Sammy struck out when he could have saved the game. He became an over-hyped player.

He was supposed to end his career here. He was meant for that. This is a man who hit 66 home runs in 1998 and, along with St. Louis’ Mark McGwire, helped save a game that was sinking from the 1994 strike. To alienate Cubs fans is a very difficult thing to do, but Sosa managed to pull it off. That’s more amazing than anything the Amazing Mets did in 1969.

By degrees, it became apparent that, even though he played hard, Sammy was for whatever was best for Sammy. That didn’t make him different than other athletes, but he started wearing his sense of entitlement like a crown. It went over in Chicago about as well as winter does.
The Chicago Tribune

Not only that, but rumors of Sammy not being a team player were everywhere. Once the trade was announced, his teammates didn’t hold back when they said that this was good for the team. That for a team to go far, to really work together, they have to play as a team, not as a star and his backup.

“But not as bleak as another season with Sosa, who had turned into such a problem last year that an unidentified player took a bat to Sosa’s boom box and went deep. It seems like a silly, insignificant thing, but Sosa had taken control of the team’s music selection in the clubhouse, a privilege traditionally reserved for each game’s starting pitcher. If Whitney Houston is your idea of adrenaline-releasing music, then Sosa was the deejay for you.”
The Chicago Tribune

“I’m not surprised. I don’t think anyone’s surprised,” outfielder Todd Hollandsworth said. “I think it’s going to provide everyone with the fresh start they were hoping for.”
AP Newswire

It’s sad. He should have had a grand goodbye. One last game at Wrigley where we all cheered him on, made banners, and all chanted ‘Hall of Fame!’ But it just wasn’t meant to be. Things just didn’t work out. Sure, he’ll make the hall of fame someday, probably as a Cub. But can the city forgive him? We forgave him once for the corked bat. Can we forgive him again for disappointing us?

Goodbye Sammy. I’ll remember you fondly - the kisses you threw to the bleacher seats, playing the ‘how many outs?’ game with the fans, the cocky homerun hop hop. Best wishes on where fate takes you, and I can’t wait to see you at Wrigley again.

Bad Dan!


Hood Ornament - January, 2005 : Wisconsin Dells, WI

If Dan is ever a bad husband to my sister, this is what’s going to happen to him. This time it was just a warning.

This was taken at the conclusion of our Devil’s Head vacation. More news on that later, but I have to run to the in-laws for dinner.

The weekend was a lot of fun, and we survived with only minor injuries (sorry Melanie!), some really bad karaoke, a city-wide search for a Perkins, and only one of us was hungover today. I forgot my ‘regular’ camera when I was on the slopes, so I don’t have any action shots, but I do have some pictures from when the boys were frolicking in the pool, so I’ll post those and my trip report later tonight!

Welcome, Scavenger Hunters!

Just wanted to welcome all the people who are playing Michele’s scavenger hunt! I’m honored to be a part of it (well, I think everyone who volunteered is going to be part of it, but I’m happy to be in the mix). I would have posted something sooner, but I was busy this weekend snowboarding, drinking, watching my family and coworkers karaoke and driving around looking for a Perkins to eat brunch at.

Hope you enjoy the site and just wanted to welcome you to the site and I hope you have some luck figuring out which clues match to mine, because to tell the truth, when I looked at the clues I couldn’t figure out which one was me!

Reluctantly Familiar

My cousin Melanie’s dad is in the hospital. He’s been there for a couple days, under observation. I admit that I was a little shaken up when I heard. Her father, Tito Roni, is like a second father to me. They’ve always lived next door to us. His wife, Tita Ellen, was my mom’s best friend. So if you could keep him in your thoughts, that would be great.

Today was an awful day for me. I felt like I was at work forever, and I had conference call after conference call after conference call. I had 6 conference calls today, one right after the other. I was a big ball of grumpiness.

After work, I went to go and visit my uncle at the hospital. Unfortunately for me, he was at the hospital that I know too well - the hospital where my mother passed away. I hadn’t been there since the day she died. But I really wanted to be there for my uncle, so I went there. As I walked around the hospital, so many memories hit me. I winced as I smelled that hospital smell, the whole time I was there, there was a bit pit in my stomach and I was filled with sadness.

I tried to be cheery for my uncle, even though it was hard to see him in the hospital bed hooked up to the IV. My heart was filled with grief, my thoughts brimmed with sadness, remembering what I saw the last time I was there. He’s doing well and will probably be out tomorrow. We talked for a bit and had a couple good laughs.

Times like this, I really miss my mom. The weight of it hits me so hard, it’s difficult to breathe. It’s difficult to put into the right words what I’m feeling. Despair? Grief? Sadness? The world seems a little more chaotic, a little more confusing without her here. She was the glue that held all of us together, she was our heart, our conscience.

There’s so much drama going on in my life - some you know, some which I can’t tell you. Sometimes I wonder how I could be witness to so many crazy things. Then I wonder if my mother’s intervention would have made my world a little more normal. It hard to know she’s not here, she can’t give us her two cents. She was filled with so much love, she had so much strength to endure the challenges life gave her. I only wish she was alive right now to help those she left behind with the challenges of life.

Today, I came home from my various escapades exhausted - physically and emotionally. I’ve put a lot of things in motion that I can’t take back, and I can only see if some good comes out of it, or if I’ve messed things up even more.

Why does the world seem to fall apart when someone you love dies?

Youth

Photo Friday : Youth


Frolicking - Bolsa Chica, CA : June 2004

Ouch

Work kicked my ass today, and I came home in a really crappy mood.

It started off pretty badly with me being bitchy to Aquaman, but I’m not even going to apologize for it since he really deserved it. I believe that’s what sent my day rolling into horridness, so I guess he’s to blame.

…and I’m still working as we speak.

Screw you, Aquaman.

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OK, I’m over it. Just bring me cookies and we’ll call it even.

I’m Wicked

My best friend Jaygee is currently living in New York, auditioning for musicals and living the life of a struggling actress. One of my favorite things about New York City is Broadway. There is nothing better than going out to dinner, running out to see a musical on Broadway and having dessert afterwards. One of the first things Jaygee did when she was out there was see the musical ‘Wicked’, which is a twist on the ‘The Wizard of Oz’. It gives the background story of the the Wicked Witch, and tells the tale from her side.

She called me after watching it, telling me how much she loved the musical, and how she came to an epiphany.

“Christine, I realized that you have to see this musical!” she said.

“Why?”

“Because she’s you!”

“Who is?”

“The main character!”

“You mean the Wicked Witch of the West? She’s me? You’re saying I’m a wicked witch?”

“No, her character is different. And I’m not saying you’re evil, but you’re like her.”

It was pretty interesting coming from one of the few people on this planet who actually KNOWS me and understands me. Me? Wicked?

“Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

“No, you have to see the musical. Then you’ll understand. She’s not evil, she’s just misunderstood. She has gone through her life just trying to have people see her way, filled with so much passion, so many dreams, so many ideas, but it never works out for her. She’s always in the shadows, always helping out other people that she never gets to be the one that shines. She has no idea how powerful she really is.”

Hmm. When you put it that way, it doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe I don’t mind being wicked at all.

“Ahh…um, ok. I guess that’s ok then.”

“Just see it when you get a chance. I know you’ll love it!”

Since I’m not in New York, I can’t see the play. But it is coming to Chicago later this year, and you KNOW I’ll be first in line to see it (and screw setting up one of those group outings people, I suck at that - remember ‘Spamalot’?). I did go out and buy the book, though. I’ve read Gregory Maguire’s other book ‘Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister’ and I had loved it, and ‘Wicked:The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West’ had always been on my list to read.

So I read it. And I loved it. I loved how we see life through the eyes of the Wicked Witch, how there are injustices that we don’t see in the movie (of course it’s all fiction). Though I admit, I read most of the book thinking, ‘Jaygee thinks that I’m like Elphaba? (the name of the Wicked Witch in the book)’ Sure, maybe there are some similarities, though I wasn’t born green and don’t try biting people’s fingers off. Fine. That last part is a lie. But there are some parallels in our ways of thinking, in our thoughts, how other people perceive us. But still, it’s a bit weird.

Then again, I’ve heard that the musical is different from the novel, and looking at the photos from the musical, it looks like it. Has anyone seen both? Is the musical different?

Am I really wicked?

I don’t think so.

*rides away on her broom with her flying monkeys*

Pimpin’ Redpac Again

Redpac wanted me to pimp out his January/February contests on his site. All you gotta do is either caption the photo he has there, or guess the closest date and time of the first time one of his companions pukes when they go to Mardi Gras. Easy, right? He always has ultra cool prize packs to give away, so there’s no harm in trying!

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As for the trivia game, there’s a new topic up today (Easy General Trivia) and several people have already scored perfect tens. Sam didn’t let Noelle’s spanking of him yesterday bring him down and came back today with a perfect score of 10 in 59 seconds (yes, time DOES count!) Believe me, he doesn’t take losing very well! So if you want to play along, just click on the link on the right navigation bar. Thanks to all who played yesterday, we’ve got a pretty competitive bunch of people here!