'Twas the night of KP Christmas '05'Twas the night of KP Christmas '05, at the Romero residence
Not a creature was drinking, which made me quite hesident;
The roast beast and seafood medley was layed out with care,
a calm before the feeding frenzy soon would happen there.
In two and in fours the Kpeeps they came,
Aperently 6 o'clock is 4 o'clock, what's in a name?
Now, Iris! Now, Ron! They're going to the Philippines.
On, Melissa and two guys! on Michelle and Michelle, there's storks on the doppler screens!
The Kpeeps all nestled watching some past shows,
while visions of Belgium played out on their brows.
A poker game broke out, one got rich the rest got poor,
as Randy recruited everyone for the tour.
RegretsWhen I was younger; regrets hovered over my everyday life like a black cloud blocking out the sun colouring everything grey. I used to fret and revisit every decision, action, or non-action. Second guessing everything. It used to consume so much of my time and energy that I was afraid to add to the pile of things to worry about. I would be so afraid to make a mistake that I would be paralyzed into non-action. There-bye adding to the pile anyways. And then one day I decided, "No more regrets." I would walk thru this life and any other with no stone unturned and at the end of the day the only person I had to answer to would be myself. To never apologize for being myself. "I said it, I did it, so be it." And I was much happier.
Of course problems like that don't actually go away. I just learned to deal with it better. Denial is a handy survival tool. I suppose out of sight out of my mind.
But every year around the holidays, I suppose it's because of New Years that most go into review mode. For me it starts off reviewing the past year, and then sooner or later some of those old regrets re-surface. Now a days thou it's only those really big ones that endure after all this time. And as much as I hate being vague and as much as I like to believe that I'm not being true to this electronic realm of mine without pouring my every thought down. But I do recognize this as a public forum and some things need not be spoken. Lets just say that I just used a long forgotten e-mail addy. I don't even know if she still uses it. Just a simple little note to ask to see how the world has been treating her. In case you're wondering she's not the provervial 'one that got away', just the one I let down the most.
Now that I think about it the day I decided to live with no regrets may have been the same day I decided not to be shy. I mean, I'm still shy, yet I can now run around in front of a thousand ppl in a buhug with all my stuff hanging out. hehe. The similarities make me wonder if it was the same moment...
Rhoel.
On a less serious note, when was the last time you scanned your list of hot-mail addy's on your contact list? Some of those are so old that I don't even know who they belong to.
Children of an idle brain.My weekly baby sitting duty of my one and only nephew is giving me the chance to see him in a different light. Maybe it's because I've changed all the light bulbs to those low energy kind. On the surface I can see traits from all of my brothers in him. He's pretty much actively opposed to any sort of authority like his dad. You tell him not to do something it's pretty much guaranteed that he'll do it at some point. He's a motor cycle and overall general speed freak like his uncle Ben. When we double him on the mini bike we bought him last year he sits on the tank.
I find that the faster we go the more exited he gets. He even tries to steer it himself. Ever since he was a baby I've always thought that his mannerisms mirror those of my dad which would make sense if parts of Jello remind me of the brothers. I wonder which family members above me on my family tree I inherited bits from. I'd like to thank them for my good looks and my fine numb chuck skills. When I was a kid I was told I was a lot like my uncle Larry, Elena's dad. Watching him as a child I decided early on that I didn't want to be a gigelo like he was. Every time I saw that cat he had a new girl.
Some funny ideas I had as a child:
-I thought a convertible car would be cheaper because it had a cloth top, and cloth is cheaper than steel. I wondered who would ever want to buy a convertible because it wasn't safe when it would inevitably flip over.
-I thought beer would be like an ultra sweet pop. The way my dad and uncle's drank it I thought it would taste so good. That was until I finally tasted it then I figured that I'd never like it, ever.
-I thought my aunt was pulling my leg when she told me she liked dry wine. How can a liquid be dry?
-I figured that when I finally learned to drive that I'd just leave the stick in top gear so I could drive fast all the time.
-I thought everything in the phils was in black and white. Every picture I saw confirmed what I suspected.
-I thought jet lag was a type of sickness caused because the human body wasn't designed to travel so fast.
I think I may have blogged about this before...it seems rather familiar. Maybe I just saw the future again.
Rhoel.
Oh the weather outside is frightful......and the snow is so...frightful.
So it snowed. Then it snowed again. And instead of washing away, it snowed again. Is it too early to be hopeful of a white Christmas?
After the first day of snow I decided to stay home and wait it out. Then I realized I had to return my movie and then proceeded to have a hard time getting off the property in my Expedition...in 4wd no less.
The worst snow storm I remember was when I was about 3 or 4. The whole family was trapped in our house for like 2 days but when Christmas came it was decided we would walk to my Aunts house. All I remember was being really scared because the snow was up to my hips and that there weren't any cars on the roads. I also remember just wanting to go home with my mom bribing me with toys if I stopped crying. It was about a two mile walk. And I walked most of it when my dad got tired carrying me. At some point I realized it was shorter there than it was to go home and my parents looked kinda scared for me so I stopped crying. When we arrived I was surprised to find my whole family had made the trek. All my aunts, uncles and cousins made it. As it turns out we were trapped there for so long that I don't remember going home for New Years. It was like a big party for like a week. It was a week of playing with new toys and playing in the snow. I think that was my favorite Christmas as a child. But then again I barely remember anything from when I was that young.
I think Vancouver averages a white Christmas once every 10 or so years. My two cousins from the Phils just moved to Vancouver and were so exited to see snow. They somehow had it in their head that Christmas=snow and had circled it on their calendars even thou it was looking to be a wet Christmas and that the previous was a white Christmas. Miracle of miracles their first Christmas in Canada was a white one when it snowed Christmas eve.
I went with my brother when he bought all new snow board gear. It kinda made me want to get back into it. If I do thou I'm gonna have to buy some new boots, and some other assorted new gear because when I moved I saw only one of my boots, and I can't remember the last time I saw my outer gear. I think maybe I just want to buy the gear. Besides my old stuff is so heavy compared to my bro's new stuff.
Who can believe the early Christmas present to all you Shark Fans. Joe Thorton is going to be your superstar player for the next 10 plus years. How the hell did Stuart and Strum (Premeau is a fringe throw in, maybe to absorb some salary) equal Throton? Dang I'm envious, if I were to have one player for my Canucks it would be him. We've had more than our share of rediulously lop sided trades, (Naslund and Bertuzzi come to mind) but how sweet would Joe look in midnight blue? It's cool. the Sharks are my third favorite team.
sorry for blog slacking lately, but I haven't been in the writing mood lately. I think I'm getting the holiday blues a little early. The holidays can be lonely for a single ROckstar.
Rhoel.
"I'm dreaming of a whhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiite, wommmmmmmmen!!!"- My uncle Fernando.
