Coming soon

It's been a while... but I have no pictures and I don't really like to post without them... it's just not the same without pics... but I'm working on a new post project... it's called the Hall of Shame... I'm looking through all the Kids Biz mags that ever existed (you know those really cool 2 page mags you used to avidly read when you where just a wee one?) and finding all these people that I know and that happened to send in a picture, a drawing, a poem, a testimony, and all sorts of funny/weird/cute/some-times-not-so-cute/embarrassing things. Actually I can't look through every single one that ever existed because they seem to have disapeared so I only have the ones that are on the InfoStore... but I've already found a few really good ones hehe... stay tuned for The Hall of Shame!! mwahs!! (and don't feel bad, I sent in things to the Kids Biz too... I was quite the artist!)

Finally

I said I'd post about my bday when I was good and ready to (I might not have said it in those exact same words though) so here it is, pictures and everything. Now, wasn't it worth the wait? Probably not, because those pix are sick... but they are pictures none the less.

So basically what happened was we drank quentão by the fire (at least I did by the fire), then we played this great game that Fufu organized. It's basically truth or dare (have you ever played that as a united home activity?? You really ought to try it... =P) but with a special minor twist: I had to do all the dares and answer all the questions truthfully (welllll..... it's just a game right?). So everyone paired up and each pair had a turn asking me questions and daring me to do "embarrassing" things (but every one knows it takes a lot to embarrass me).
JM's question was "What's your favorite part of 'Cool tips for hot sex' "... so I was thinking thinking thinking.... and my dad goes "Okay she likes the index!! Next!!!". Ca c'est vraiment papa!! lol

So next the SGA doofusses cleub came in and sang me a song called 'Too young to love' as a nice little reminder that I'm turning 17 and not 18 so I'm still too young unless "Mama and Daddy" agree... thanks guys, I apreciate... =P

Then the home gave me a shirt that everyone signed (that thing on the front of the shirt is me... they say it's very resemblant).

Then Fee made donuts fr everyone and this is my bday "cake" I'm holding, it's donuts shaped as my name (too bad she only wrote my nickname, my real name is a lot longer... that would've meant more donuts for me hehe... then again maybe it's better this way).

Alright, other than that, JM wrapped an empty box of chocolate and gave it to me, he got a real kick out of it... pain!!!! lol but then he gave me real chocolate so fogave him... but I did give him a carrot for his bday the next week. So anyways, after that we watched 'Hair' (yes I finally got to watch it, I am now a real SP young person).

So all that to say that I had fun, thank you to everyone in my home (especially the ones that organized the evening), I felt special.

......oh and I was on quarantine on my bday, officially got out 2 days ago, and I can say that being on quarantine on your bday really makes you apreciate it when you get to see your friends again!!

Here are the lyrics to the song for those who've never heard it:
TOO YOUNG TO LOVE

Music by Jeremy
Words by Jeremy and Michael

Too young, too young, too young for love
Too young, too young, too young for love

I got a problem that's a hurtin me
I love you baby and I know that you love me
But they say it can't be
'Cuz we're too young for love

Too young, too young, too young for love

We belong together
But Mama don't agree
Daddy says that you're too young
To fall in love with me Oh-oh
How can it be, that we're too young for love
Too young for love

Now what if Adam, Wah-ooh
Had said to Eve Wah-ooh
Daddy said you're too young to make love to me
So I guess we'll have to wait until we're free
To love and multiply just like the birds and bees
Honey then we won't be too young for love
Too young for love

Yes what if Adam, Wah-ooh
Had said to Eve, Wah-ooh
Daddy says we can't make love
God knows where we'll be

Ho-honey how can it be that
We're just too young for love

Too young, too young, too young for love
Too young, too young, too young for love [Repeat]

Hi. It was my birthday. Yesterday. I'll post about it. When the wilpower comes to me, you guys will know. Tiff, we took some pix. They're ugly but I'll send them. Sometime... Lots of love and smooches. And slurps.
xxCannelle

Different umm.... wave lengh

This is way too funny, I just had to post it. =D

By Dave Barry

Contrary to what many women believe, it's fairly easy to develop a long-term, stable, intimate, and mutually fulfilling relationship with a guy. Of course, this guy has to be a Labrador retriever. With human guys, it's extremely difficult. This is because guys don't really grasp what women mean by the term “relationship.”

Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: “Wow, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship. Maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.”

And Roger is thinking: “Gosh. Six months.”

And Elaine is thinking: “But hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward. ... I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: “So that means it was ... let's see ... February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means ... lemme check the odometer... Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.”

And Elaine is thinking: “He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed--even before I sensed it--that I was feeling some reservations. Yes. I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.”

And Roger is thinking: “And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say--it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves six hundred dollars!”

And Elaine is thinking: “He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry too. Oh, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.”

And Roger is thinking: “They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say!”

And Elaine is thinking: “Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.”

And Roger is thinking: “Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty! I'll take their warranty and stick it ...”

"Roger," Elaine says, aloud.

"What?" says Roger, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have …oh God, I feel so...” (She breaks down sobbing.)

"What?" says Roger.

"I'm such a fool," Elaine sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Roger.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Elaine says.

"No!" says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that … it's that I … I need some time," Elaine says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

"Yes," he says.

(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

"Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Roger.

"That way about time," says Elaine.

"Oh," says Roger. "Yes."

(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

"Thank you, Roger," she says.

"Thank you," says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn. Whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. (This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.)

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, _expression and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?"

We're not talking about different wavelengths here. We're talking about different planets, completely different solar systems. Elaine cannot communicate meaningfully with Roger about their relationship any more than she can meaningfully play chess with a duck. Because the sum total of Roger's thinking on this particular topic is as follows: Huh?

But the point I'm trying to make is that, if you're a woman and you want to have a meaningful relationship with a guy, the No. 1 tip to remember is:

Never assume that the guy understands that you have a relationship. The guy will not realize this on his own. You have to plant the idea in his brain by making subtle references to it in your everyday conversation, such as:

"Roger, would you mind passing me a Sweet ’n' Low, inasmuch as we have a relationship."

"Wake up, Roger! There's a prowler in the den and we have a relationship! You and I do, I mean."

"Good news, Roger, the gynecologist says we're going to have our fourth child, which will serve as yet another reminder that we have a relationship!"

"Roger, inasmuch as this plane is crashing and we probably have only about a minute to live, I want you to know that we've had a wonderful 53 years of marriage together, which clearly constitutes a relationship."

Never let up, women. Pound away relentlessly at this concept, and eventually it will start to penetrate the guy's brain. Some day he might even start thinking about it on his own. He'll be talking with some other guys about women, and, out of the blue, he'll say, "Elaine and I, we have, ummm ... we have, ahhh ... we ... we have this thing."

And he will sincerely mean it.

Kids night

I haven't posted in a while... it's mainly cause I've been too lazy to sit down and upload pictures, and when I'm not feeling lazy, the internet goes super duper slow so I can't really upload pix anyways.... but anyways, here's some pix of this home activity we had about a week (or was it 2) ago. We all had to dress up as children and we played games like duck duck goose, musical chairs, and other kids party games.... the costumes were pretty... interesting..... the weird home members had the time of their lives (this includes me and all the others posing on the photos), the others participated but threatened to take my life if I posted pix of them on my blog... heeyyyy what, how did they know I would post those pix??? oh btw I made the grossest discovery while looking for what costume to wear for the activity.... I wanted to dress up like a baby, so I was trying a zilion ways to make myself a cloth diaper, but I wasn't doing so well so my mom suggested I look in the provisioning "because sometimes we get adult diapers".... we get WHAT?????? "Yea adult diapers, haven't you ever seen any before? It's because there's adults who have problems and they can't really control themselves so..." OKAY okay I got it, don't say anymore I don't really wanna hear about it... so off I went digging into the provisioning, looking for a diaper that my butt would fit in... I found one.... it was the most disturbing thing ever!!!! I tryed it on, but I really wasn't into it... Tabi loved it so she wore it.... I just stuck to the good old cloth diaper....

Tabi, Fiona, Me


Tabi and I happily fighting for the bear (alright it IS Tabi's bear but I wanted to hold it too okay!) and we have the lunatic in the back... I didn't know they did that in Criciuma.... shocked....

This pic I jsut put up because of the 2 crazy freakos having a lebanese fight...

Tom, Fufu, Jmoot

I don't know if that idea really helped to promote unity...

me and Bita takign a nap in the living room to make up for arguing about the teddy

Bita cheating at musical chairs.... busted Tabi!! :P

mahf....

Just got back from Rio, finally got my cmas holiday, spent a week vacation there, got a tan, at a ton of churasco, ate all day long, went to Rio Water Planet for free, saw friends, saw my widle widle thister, went to a wee party at the Park, and yea.... I had fuuuun, it was nice..... I miss Rio!! Well I like it here too but vacationing in Rio and living in Sao Paulo are pretty different things soo.... I'm just sad I didn't get to go to the beach (because of Carnaval). Ah et Tiff, Sam a un nouveau copain, vas-y demande lui qui c'est, vas-y demande demande!! Ou demande lui quel age il a, plutot.... hehehe..... a ben tiens y'a une photo de lui plus bas, mais on le voix pas bien, c le mec qui porte un t-shirt Tigres....

Oh and here's the link to Salt of Earth's new song, produced by Buckle!!!! I liked it!! We miss yoo Stev!!!

Oh and here's something that has nothing to do with anything but I just wanted to share it with everyone: I gave my first haircut about 2 weeks ago!!
Victim: JM (the only one brave enough to let me touch his hair)
Weapon: This buzzer thinggie that barely worked, I spent like 2 hours (no joke!! I took a little break in the middle and then got back to it) cutting his hair
Outcome: here's what it ended up looking like.... tadda!!!

Who's next?? Well the sad end of the story is that I had to buzz it off at the end of the day because our home members weren't accepting his new look and he was victim of bully-ism and was even threatened to loose his job and stuff.... I thought it was cool....

And to close this off, here's the pick up line of the day: "Fuck me if I'm wrong, but you wanna fuck me, right?"

more feasting

Here's us toasting

Abner, Tabi, me, Tom Cruz

Fee being sneaky behind her napkin

JM, Gabi, and her boobs desperatly trying to jump out of her shirt

me and Fufu