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Papa Joos speelt al jaren volleybal: ooit in een (ver) verleden op een gerespecteerd niveau, de laatste jaren op een nog altijd goed ondersteund niveautje ;) Meestal worden de wedstrijden doordeweeks en 's avonds laat gespeeld. De kinderen konden er dus nooit van meegenieten. Ze wisten dus nog niet goed wat het was en wilden dus erg graag een keertje meegaan. Al was het maar om eens goed te kunnen supporteren Afgelopen weekend was het dan zover, er was toevallig eens een wedstrijd op een zondagmiddag en in Edegem, dus op een kwartiertje rijden van Mechelen Ideaal dus
Daan en Lotte werden iets eerder uit hun bedje getrommeld om op tijd aanwezig te kunnen zijn op het sportieve spektakel en dit was dan ook geen probleem. Ze hebben zich alledrie al helemaal kunnen laten gaan op de begane grond van de sporthal en zorgden voor veel vertier voor minivriendinnetje Julie (nu ruim 1 jaar oud). Daarna beklommen we de trappen en bestegen we de tribune. We keken dus van bovenaf op het veld. Een mooi zicht dat wel, maar de tribune was van beton, er waren griezelige richeltjes en de leuning bestond slechts uit een paaltje. De kids hebben zich eigenlijk best voorbeeldig gedragen en waren voorzichtig genoeg. Mama is daarentegen wel zes jaar ouder geworden en heeft nagenoeg niets van de wedstrijd kunnen zien. Jullie denken nl. Toch niet dat drie kinderen dezelfde richting uitlopen? Ze zijn 'oud' genoeg om er niet meer achteraan te hoeven rennen, maar ze moeten toch in de gaten gehouden worden. Zeker Emma en Lotte hebben de mannen met luid gebrul toegejuicht Iedere keer als er een punt gemaakt werd, vroeg Emma voor wie de punt was en menig keer antwoordde Daan dan 'papa' en (toevallig) had ie altijd gelijk. Slim ventje en prachtige cheerleaders

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Chris Golden said it as eloquently as I could hope to manage, so this one time Iapos;ll use his words to make a point rather than my own.

From www.christophergolden.blogspot.com:

Itapos;s inconceivable to me to think that anyone in the fair state of California would wish--now that they have made such a proud step into a future that is kinder and more just--to return to a darker era of prejudice and inequality.

The opponents of gay marriage want to make it about religion, but it is not about that. If thereapos;s one thing I learned in twelve years of Catholic school, itapos;s that Christ was about inclusion, about opening your arms to people others would look down upon.

What IS marriage? It is a vow of love and a union of spirit. It is a legal bond that provides protections under the law where children, health, and crisis are concerned. It is the freedom to proclaim a commitment to one another that is deeper than mere intention, or words like "girlfriend," "boyfriend," and "partner" can communicate.

The people who are trying to pull the state back into an era of intolerance are fighting for the right to HATE. Those who need your support--who need you to VOTE NO ON 8--are fighting for the right to LOVE. Whose motives do you respect more?

California, VOTE NO ON H8TE.

VOTE NO ON 8.

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I know its the 19th already but i was supposed to post an entry last oct 17.

the 17th marks the day of my first year here in the states. Come to think of it its pretty sad.
but actually i realized that i should just let it go and live in the present.
today i saw carlo casas posted something on here. Its a surprise since he doesnt touch his account anymore. Or so i thought. CARLO SPECIAL MENTION. Uuuuuuy :P

hahahaha pero anyway. I really miss the people back home. The way weapos;d just drink till 5 in the fucking morning. And sing to whoever band was playing and just support them and dance or headbang to everyoneapos;s shit. Its like one big fun family. Oh my. Carloapos;s loud voice, smart comebacks, everyoneapos;s hirit to nandro, niche and his rhum coke, LOVELY DARLING ;) sarah and liz. The hot tandem, jem,jenna and her ideas, aspen and his business tactics dubious and javier NIGGUH
sarah (taken by cars)and our drunken talks, pat and ga. Kerplunk all the angulo people. Hannah and mariah. Gosh. Hannah my harry potter buddy . Dub,salamin,ink,hilera,gosh. Too many to fucking mention i miss all of you.

When i think about this now. It feels surreal, and it feels like i just dreamt everything.
everything went away so fast its like i didnapos;t even get to linger in it.
i canapos;t describe how much i miss you guys. Its funny cause yesterday, i had my first full can of beer since i left the philippines. And that taste just slapped me back to when i was there and i remembered everything. THINGS i tried to erase . Things i tried burying behind my head. Cause it was to painful to even think about. Now i feel like it was just yesterday that i left. But the 17th reminded me that itapos;s been a year. Im pretty sure a lot of things have happened already. So much shows i missed out on, gossip and issues i dint hear about. *sigh* oh pero i heard about some ;) (i still have my sources ;) )

pero yeah. I dont know how to end this. Cause im just being a nostalgic bitch . All i want to say is. I miss all of you and thanks for being my friends. I really hope to hang out with you soon.
remember to always leave a space for me. Iapos;ll be there in spirit :)

i love all of yallsssssss :)

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So, I started putting on weight in the last couple years, so Iapos;m trying to eat a bit healthier to avoid putting on any more weight.� I was at the grocery store buying cereal, and Iapos;d picked out Natureapos;s Path Organic Pumpkin Flax Plus Granola.� How can you go wrong with a name like that, right?� And then I saw Lucky Charms were on sale, and I love Lucky Charms, so I had to get a box of those too.� After I put them in the cart, I decided to compare the labels to see just how bad the Lucky Charms was.�� Check this out-- the granola is the one on the left:

The granola has MORE THAN TWICE THE CALORIES THAN THE LUCKY CHARMS� Notice they are the same serving size.� There are other factors, like the granola is lower and sodium and higher in fiber, making it healthier in those respects, but as far as keeping myself from gaining more weight goes, Lucky Charms is clearly the better choice.� It has almost the same amount of sugar in a serving and less carbs and fat, too.� And added vitamins.� ALWAYS check the nutritional info if youapos;re trying to eat healthy.

Compare the calories on a yogurt vs a can of pop next time youapos;re shopping if you want another laugh.

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The first of our two marching performances was tonight. We had a competition at Wayne Hills (although it was more like a festival then a competition). There were 5-6 other bands marching besides us. Bergenfield was there too (they were the last band of our group) and got the biggest round of applause. I canapos;t wait to see them again at Montclair (the funniest thing happened after the competition ended- Mr. Harris was talking to Bergenfieldapos;s band director. I guess he wasnapos;t at the game on Friday, and Iapos;m pretty sure they didnapos;t get to see us march tonight. Well, he asked when we were marching for Montclair. When Mr. Harris told him we go right before they do, he said in exasperation "I guess Iapos;m not meant to see you march". It was funnier in person). I had a nervous attack when I got to the school, because for a minute I thought they had left already (the door was locked to the band room, and it was dark). They turned out to be down on the field practicing. Whew However, coming up from the field, I had an accident. The bass drum stand fell apart, and Me and Matt were trying to fix it (I was kneeling on the steps going into the band room). All of a sudden, the part of the stand Matt was holding slipped and hit me in the head. Well, that knocked me sideways and I BANGED into the hand rail on the wall. I swear for a moment I saw stars (thatapos;s how hard I hit into the rail). My eyes were watering and I was all disoriented. I felt really bad for Matt, though. I think I scared him half to death. Luckily it was nothing worse then a headache (and my head is still throbbing though). Then I got some more news on the bus ride going home. Robyn sent me a text that my Facebook had been hacked. It had been sending out spam messages saying something about gift cards from Macyapos;s. I changed my FB password. Hopefully that will solve the problem. Hopefully tomorrow is better. Iapos;m going to the Giantapos;s game. They are playing the 49ers.

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We just got a call from the local GOP.� Hubby decided to answer the call.� When they asked him what he thought of McCain he said "I�donapos;t agree with most of his policies and I think heapos;s a little touched in the head."� Later as a followup he told them he thought the cancer had gone to McCainapos;s brain.� I was laughing so hard that I had to leave the room but I�distinctly heard the phrase "Socialism for rich people sucks.� Where is the socialism for poor people?"� And finally, "Oh yeah, I do intend to vote.� And so will all my friends.� For Obama." I�didnapos;t hear "Bye" so I assume the GOP�hung up on him at that point. �

Years of dealing with homeless people who mysteriously need to send faxes has trained hubby in a certain pseudo-calm tone of voice which is highly functional and hilarious.� I have to go finish laughing now.�

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My Dad called me today, after getting back from my uncleapos;s house.� I guess after he played with my cousins for awhile my Uncle started a fire outside and the two (My Dad and Uncle)� sat there for awhile before my Uncle brought up how much he misses Me and my Brothers.� He told him how much he would like us to be role models for his kids and get together more.� How he wished weapos;d call him.� Thatapos;s when my dad interjected and added you never call them.� They are adults know so when and if you have get togethers call them and better yet call them either way to talk to them and get to know them better.� I guess he opened up more to my Dad about how his father-in-law is having some mental problems.� My Aunt stayed up stairs the whole time after making my day a cup of coffee and didnapos;t really talk to him.� I suppose because of her fatherapos;s health, sheapos;d want to be left be.� I know I would.� Anyways, where as my Uncles and my Aunts were very close to my Grandparents, my Dad wasnapos;t.� His education wasnapos;t their priority, so he besides basic grade, High school and some college, strive t be self taught.� Spending endless hours reseaching questions, topics, and others.� So much so that through out my child hood the house seemed to have been built on books due to his extensive library.� However although there was a distance between his parents and siblings, he loved them greatly.� Both of their deaths were devastating blows, but he carried on because of his kids.� My Aunts and Uncle(s) and I paranthasize the apos;sapos; because this particular Uncle I am talking about, seems to have his head screwed on better, however my other Aunts and Uncle(s) seemed to have lost their lives along with my Grandparents.� And thatapos;s hard for me to say.� I love my parents and I try not to think about them dying, I donapos;t want to say that it will envelope my being, because it might.� I just want to hope that I will move on and pursue life because I know thats what they put me on this earth for.� Itapos;s the strangest and most uncomfortable thing to be around them post Grandparents, but I feel they allow things to be that way.� And I partially hold them at arms length because they always have been so opinionated and emotional, over things that it get to be unbearable.� But now they are even moreso.� Also I with this increase of uncomfortability is the ever growing knowledge and qualms I have with them.� I have heard and been told more than I want to by them about themselves or their other siblings than I want to.� Things that I wish I still had that childish naivity about them yet to also have them veiw and respect me as an adult.� Another thing my Dad brought up to me as we were discussing and trying to delve deeper in to their the whys and hows and what isapos; (my dad and I share that trait), was they donapos;t agree with my life style, they might even label it traditional.� This I had to laugh at.� One because all things aside I am pretty traditional, with my marriage and conservative with my beliefs, but I wouldnapos;t call them new aged.� Apparently they donapos;t veiw me as independant.� Where as they lived in the parentapos;s house until the day their parentapos;s died.� They think that not working or having steady work is a burden or not a choice or something to the affect� that I am so traditional that I donapos;t work.� Which I partly agree with them, it is a burden, but it is a choice.� Nowever right now it is not my choice, and that is NOT my tradition to NOT work.� It is the employers choice to hire me.� As well as not only was their sustance my Grandparents but so was/is the material.� They made a bigger stink about me not throwinf parties (bridal shower, bachelerette, rehearsal dinner) for my wedding then actually trying to get to know Eric.� And that hurt because their homw was practically my second home, before I got married.� And from that hurt drew the conclusion that maybe after all that time, they really didnapos;t try to get to know me or even care to.� I remeber sitting down with them on numerous occassions (TV on in the background as always) and sharing all my hopes, dreams, fears and goals.� And also listening to theirs.� So could it be they forgot or didnapos;t hear?� If they forgot I donapos;t blame them.� I can be long winded and the time between those moments and now has been long.� But if they didnapos;t hear me because the price is right was on or some menapause inducing lifetime movie was on then I get a little mad.� Because thats probably the mostly reason as to why.� TV was and still is their friend.� They raised my cousin infront of it some much so that she thinks she is one of the pussy cat dolls, living on a reality TV show.� My cousin of whom I just stopped talking to because sheapos;s so unreal and such a chameleon, but yet she gets these praises for paying her bills and going to work.� Much like they praise themselves for doing the things that you are supposed to be doing.� I have a wealth of emotions over this whle thing.� Most is sadness and annoyance, aggrivation and even jealousy.� I am saddened by this all because I watch these people who were once such a staple and a blessing to have in my life go into the catergory of people I oce knew and wish I still did.� As well as how much of a shadow of a person they have become after their loss.� Itapos;s an annoyance because instead of feeling excited and happy as I once did when I would go see them, I get a pang in my body knowing itapos;s just going to be picking up at the last cycle of conversations where we left off before, after I retell them again whats been going on in my life.� Itapos;s aggrivating because where as people change and thats a good thing, their mentality never does but their voices for their opinions grow louder.�� And jealousy because I wish I could be congradulated on the smallest unimportant thing for once, and patted on the back like they all do for doing something meager.� I mean hey, I went to school earned a couple of certificates, been on the radio, been on stage, sold my artwork and other things that one would probably give more accalades to then paying a water bill.� But know.� I am also jealous because I wish I could be as material at times like they are, be flawless, fashionable and rich.� But I am not.� However, besides all the negative I feel toward them, I canapos;t help but love them very much.� Think and wonder about nearly everyday.� To smile when I thinkk about all the good times I had and not focus on the bad.� I guess thats what matters most, and thatapos;s what sends me over there everytime I get invited.� Because no matter what I know Ican try have those good times like we once did, or atleast try to put on a facade and pretend to.� I suppose my underlying problem is missing people of substance and character.� Missing apos;adultsapos;.� Adults is such a loosey used term now.� So is matrurity.� Either way, itapos;s not just them who bring these feelings to mind but others and other event mself, mostly myself.� I will try to make more of an effort now, and see what happens,� I donapos;t feel I have much to lose if I send an email, but I do feel I have something to regain.

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