.wowee.

.a not so bad pictorial capture of clay oven restaurant in ledgewood with my cell phone.

a couple of thoughts before i go to indian lunch buffet with le lil sis:

• there is no way to sound cool while talking about world of warcraft with your co-worker on the air tran. there just isn't. being able to spout of the strengths and weaknesses of different avatars does not make me feel attracted to you.
  
  
• i really hate being late for church, not just because i am particular about breaking the filipino stereotype of running late for all events, but that if we're late, we have to sit in the section with the kiddies. after today, i have concluded that super nanny needs to come to my church and sit in the children's section and regulate and "mute that ish" in the wise words of my sbf. i have a certain tolerance for noise, but come on now, if your child sounds loud in the cry room, maybe you need to do some sort of intervention. i don't believe in palo (hitting) but some of these kids could have used a swift smack of the bottom. i'm not saying, i'm just saying, this is why i'm a ninang (Godmother) and nothing more.
  
  
• to the owner of the honda crv with the 'baby on board" sign displayed in back window in the church parking lot: i don't care and you need to take that tacky thing down.

so after a 5 hour delay, we finally took off, prayed that the plane wouldn't get blown away, prayed that the plane would land safely, massaged my hands that were squeezing the armrests during the duration of the descent, and thanked God that our plane had been spared from any horrifics other than the farts of the passenger in front of me sent my way. then we got to take air tran, and ran to our long term parking spot from B21 to B4 and drove the hour drive home.
thanks to daylight savings time, my sister and i crawled into bed at 4am.

.yay. we're home. interview update next post.