Boba Tea, Boba Fett

I'll try anything twice.

Cow brains? Yum. Blood pudding? Ok. Chocolate covered ants? Yes please!

Anytime I can try something new to eat, I'm right there, first in line. So when I discovered Boba Tea, or Bubble Tea, I wanted some right away.

Boba Tea (or Boba Fett Tea, as I like to call it, cause I'm a bit dorky) comes from the lovely land of Taiwan and has been working it's way west since the 80's. Depending on where you get it, this tea can look quite different. The only kind I've ever had looks like this first picture. It's a creamy, milky color in a clear cup and served with a HUGE straw. Now the reason for the straw is obvious once you take your first big sip. At the bottom of your glass are the ''bubbles'' or ''pearls''. These are tapioca pearls.

Now this is what makes the drink so unique. The tapioca balls are large and chewy. (If you have ever had tapioca pudding and seen the little translucent balls, that's the same thing, except these are larger.) I personally love the consistency but I have friends who don't care for it. They are usually soaked in sugar, honey or other flavors since the plain pearl have no real taste.

Teeny tapioca pearls

The tea itself was originally Taiwanese black tea, condensed milk and honey but over time has morphed into countless types. Iced tea, Green tea, Fruit tea, even coffee, as well as different variations in the colors of the pearls themselves. Also the types of milk is switched up, most opting for non-dairy creamer or powdered of some kind, since genetically many East Asians are lactose intolerant.

Well all this talk has gotten me thirsty. I'm off to the local Lollicup for lovely cup of tea. What kind, I'm not sure of yet. There are so many to choose from! Cheers!

Fat.

Men are sometimes clueless, but I don't think they're stupid.

Do you ever think any man was dumb enough to actually call his girlfriend/wife/significant other fat? I'm not talking about a trap question made by the woman... "What do you think of my new jean? Lori says they make my ass look big." That is a trap.

"I throw up... A LOT."

Or a misunderstanding, like a man trying to complement his woman for not being a Kate Moss, anorexic twig and she takes it the wrong way. "So what, you're saying I'm a giant ugly cow with a bad haircut?"

Do you think a well meaning, good man has ever come out and just a flat out said, "Wow, you got fat!" Yeah I'm not so sure... unless he means "phat", in which case I need to find a time machine and send him back to 2002.

Love is a many screwed up things...

I feel awful.

I feel alone and hopeless. I feel tricked and used and stupid. What's that about?

I love my life. I am so blessed it's getting ridiculous. I have a great family, the friends I have prayed for since I was a child, a beautiful home, amazing travel, great books, delicious food...

But no love. Not from a man. I have all these things but because I have no love I feel so sad. I don't understand. Why does a woman like me feel she needs a man at all? I have everything else... I get love and support from my family and friends. Is that supposed to be enough?

I am firmly of the mind set that believes that I don't NEED a man to complete me. I am complete without him. I lived before him and I will live after he is gone. I should WANT a man to share my life and want him to want me. There shouldn't be a NEED. Well, maybe after 50 years of marriage and I need him to open my medication for me or need him to help me up the stairs or to push my wheel chair... but that's different!

But here where I stand, I am hopeless that I will find someone. Someone who appreciates my strange and lovely way. Someone smart, funny, drug-free, non-violent with a clean criminal record and a good career. Someone single, that means no other girlfriends too. Someone mentally stable. Someone without excuses or reasons for the way they act so poorly. Someone who is proud of their good choices. Someone I can be proud of... and right now, I feel like he might not be out there. And if that's true, can I live the rest of my life without feeling like I've missed out on something good?

I'm working on being positive. Even though I don't feel it now, I have to keep telling myself, love exists. It's out there and when I'm ready, I'll get back out there and we will find each other. Just hearing myself say that out loud conjures the urge to yell "Bullshit!" but I'm trying to stay positive over here.

So here are some healthy, positive romances that worked out, fictional for now... mostly because I can't find any in real life yet... But I'm going to keep looking!

Charlotte and Harry
Ok, I'm a big girly girl when it comes to Sex and the City. The clothes, the drama, it's fun! And there are tons of gorgeous men in every episode. But for me, believe it or not, the hottest, most attractive, sexiest, sweetest, most wonderful man on the show is Harry Goldenblat. He's bald, short and hairy, but supportive, sweet, smart and he loves Charlotte for everything she is and has done for him. Charlotte was getting divorced from her 'Prince Charming'(the blue blood man of her dreams turned out to be just that, a dream.) and hired Harry to be her ball busting lawyer. He falls in love with her but she is reluctant because he isn't her "type". Soon, she finds that she could be with no one else. To me, he is perfect. He keeps a level head when she is flipping out, he always thinks she is sexy without making her feel dirty, and rolls with the punches. And her friends love him. That's a biggie.

Elizabeth and Darcy
They're stubborn. Their prideful. They are perfect together. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorite books and this romance keeps me going in 'dry' times. Both are good, deserving people but due to misunderstandings, acts of pride and good intentions, things get all mucked up. In the end though, they lay their feelings out to each other and find, to Elizabeth's surprise, that he is perfect for her.

Jim Carry once said,

"If you go around saying, 'It's impossible. No one will ever love me. A good man is hard to find,' then you're saying to the universe that you don't believe in abundance. This universe that created the stars, galaxies, Niagara Falls, the Grand Canyon and the duck-billed platypus is quite capable of finding someone for you that has the capacity to love you, no matter what your situation is."

But that is Jim Carry... the man doesn't have the best track record with women.

More hope filled is a writer for The Guardian who wrote,

"So perhaps we haven't become disillusioned with romance itself, just distrustful of its ability to thrive in such a cynical age."

I hope I can get to that place soon.

I still exist...

Death has come for a visit.Yes, I am alive.

Yes, I'm still stiff and very sick.

And yes, another day will go by without a real post.

Screw off.

You would do the same thing if your snot was more colorful than Joseph's Technicolor dream coat...

When it rains...

The Flu.Here's a quick update:

(mostly because I spent the night sleeping on the floor of my bathroom with the flu...)

They identified the owner of the car that hit me. No one is sure if it was the same guy that was in the car. (why no one knows that is beyond me...) I have to go downtown for a photo line up to try and identify him. The police told me that the woman was a hooker he had picked up just minutes before. No one knows why she was driving and where she is now. The owner, who the police have talked to on the phone, says he does have insurance (I have a strong feeling he is lying) and that he just can't find the paperwork. Until then, the cops have impounded his car until he can produce said documents. I have accepted that I will never see a penny.

Not me...My neck is much better but for some reason I am now knee deep in the flu. Massive chest congestion, fever, aches and to top it all off I spent all night with my head in the toilet. Nice. I went to the doctor today; it's going to end up costing me about $800 to get me back into shape with physical therapy and meds. That's my cost. My car is going to be AT LEAST $500 (the deductible) and they will most likely raise my rates.

I am so angry and frustrated and tired. It's probably mostly the flu but I still want to inflict some kind of damage on this person. I know I won't feel that way tomorrow but today, at this moment, that is how I feel.