out & about

T-Rexes and Dragons and Jedis, OH MY!: Part 1

My home away from home.

In late April my sister randomly texted me asking if Tim and I would be able to make a last-minute trip to Disneyland on May 15, 16, 21, or 22. We were good to go on the 21st, but why those particular dates? In honor of Fantasmic!‘s 20th anniversary (I was 6 when it premiered… o,0), Disneyland held four special performances for Annual Passholders. AND I HAVE ONE, SO I COULD GO! <– it’s my first one, it’s rather exciting. Plus the 21st was mine and Tim’s 6-month anniversary, so I was all excited about that and the fact that we could get buttons. Except for some reason I was under the impression that it was 7 months, so that’s what we wrote on our buttons. My bad.

We left on Sunday afternoon and arrived at the park a little after 6 and met up with my sister, her boyfriend Ryan, my cousin Brian, and his girlfriend Jolene at Small World. What I forgot to take pictures of were all the goths roaming around the park (it was goth day!). It was kind of weird. Anyway, after Small World we headed to California Adventure since they have booze and pretzels filled with cream cheese! No wonder why the Karl Strauss beer station is Ryan’s favorite attraction at California Adventure. 🙂

Karl Strauss is one of San Diego’s local brewing companies.
Those should say 6 months… oops.

For breakfast, we ate at Tangaroa Terrace at the Disneyland Hotel. The prices weren’t too shabby and we got to order our food on touchscreen menus — so Jetsons!

It’s Rex!!!
Tim’s french toast was really tasty. I got some sort of breakfast wrap that was loaded with eggs.
Rex explores the artifacts sitting outside of Indiana Jones.

Cars Land has yet to open, but when you stand up by the benches at the Blue Sky Cellar you can get a really good view of it. Like most, I’m not the biggest Cars fan, but I’m really excited to explore this new area when it finally opens. It looks sick. And all the concept art and scale models of Radiator Springs looks SO AMAZING.

My sister discovered the “miniature” effect on our camera. Pretty neat.
Cars Land concept art from the Blue Sky Cellar.
Model for Luigi’s Flying Tires.
Imagineer’s desk I would assume.
It’s a Small World via miniature effect.

My sister and I waited in line to take a picture with Merida from Brave. We were the only adults there that weren’t accompanied by a child. Haha! The picture didn’t turn out well though, sooo I shall not be posting it here. At the end of the meet & greet you get to shoot a bow and arrow! I think I drew back to far, because the arrow bounced on the side and came back. The cast member said, “You’re trying to kill us all!” o,0

The bears from Brave!
I found Natalie Portman!

Tim and I took a long break before we headed back to the park. Since the Fantasmic! performance was a special event, the park closed at 1 am and New Orleans Square, Adventureland, and Frontierland were all open. There were also special food items on the menu at different restaurants, including a bacon/macaroni & cheese hot dog. Who comes up with this stuff? I was feeling a bit too sickly to eat the special foods, but I was able to enjoy popcorn shrimp and a dessert skewer the next day (though the food is special towards the performance, they start serving them at 4, so those who can’t go can still get a taste).

These fancy lanterns were scattered around the Rivers of America.
Berry Brownie Skewer! OMG, I wish I had milk to help me tame this beast.
I didn’t get to try this, but according to my sister it wasn’t that tasty. Too bad. It’s the most epic cupcake I’ve ever seen!
Maleficent is without a doubt the best Disney villain. She’s a fairy that turns into a dragon. ‘Nuff said.
The grand finale!

At the end of the night, some Disney characters lined up by the train station to say hello to guests. As Tim and I walked hung out around the hub in front of the castle and Main Street, the speakers boomed the Fantasmic! theme over and over and over. It was fun the first three times, but then I thought, “They must be doing this to drive us crazy and get us out of the park.”

I have soooo many more pictures to share! So keep a look out tomorrow for Darth Vader, little padawans, a techno looking rabbit hole, and much more. 🙂

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pup life

Adventures in Petsitting

Hangin’ out with Jezi.

About two and a half weeks ago Tim’s mom and sister went to Ohio for a whole week and asked me if I would be able and willing to housesit/petsit for them. I said yes without hesitation! A whole week alone with dogs (and one cat)? HELL YES. Plus it feels nice that they trust me enough to stay in their home and look after their animals.

Taking care of Rory is a challenge in and of itself (he can be such a stubborn a$$hole!), and I had agreed to watch over their three beloved digs (not a typo, that’s what they call them), Brady, Schatzi, and Jezi, and cat, Molly. It felt a bit overwhelming, but I was up for the challenge. They’re good dogs anyway, so I wasn’t completely worried.

Brady and Schatzi napping on the futon barrier that was supposed to keep Rory from wandering around the house — he knows how to jump over it now, so… AH!
Rory and Jezi all nice bundled up.

I stopped by a few days before they left to see how they go about feeding them, and then I got a tour of all the little doohickies around the house (watering flowers, security alarms, etc). I also did a test run to see how they’d respond to me coming in and feeding them the day after. Luckily for me, they freakin’ love me — so it went well. 😀

Schatzi usually does her own thing when Rory and I are over, but she cuddled by me quite a few times and kept my feet warm. ❤
Every time Brady saw me pet Schatzi or call her, he’d come over and butt in to get all the pets and cuddles.

I was prepared for Brady’s thick drool to hit the hardwood floor come breakfast and dinner time (hence why a paper towel is placed on the floor by the food), I was prepared to hold him in case he had a random seizure,  I was prepared for Jezi’s sneaky kisses and knew when to avert them (she’s sweet, but she eats poop), hell, I was even prepared to cleanup the litter box every other day. What I wasn’t prepared for was something else I didn’t even think would happen.

Poor Brady. That guy’s stomach is super sensitive. He ate Rory’s food when I was preparing their dinner. Later that night I was on the phone with Tim and that’s when I smelled the funk. “I think one of the dogs tooted… oh God, it’s so potent!” Several minutes later, it didn’t go away. I got off the couch to adjust myself and then I saw little brown spots around the table. I thought they could be mud prints from when I let them in. But they weren’t shaped like paws. And then I saw a big goopy brown sludge pile and that’s when my heart sank.

“Tim, I think one of the dogs had diarrhea.”

I was panicking. I got off the phone with Tim after freaking out (“Oh my God, Tim. Oh my God. Oh, it’s so gross. OH GOD, WHY? TIM, WHAT DO I DO?”), rolled up my sleeves, and got down to business… Mike Rowe style.

I’m glad no hidden cameras were placed around the house for reality show purposes because I was HORRIBLE. I made whiny noises, I constantly cried out, “OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GROSS!” And gagged numerous times. If I were being filmed for a reality show, Joel McHale would’ve probably featured me on The Soup and made fun of me to no avail. 😦

Brady had diarrhea the next day too. And to boot, Rory ate all kinds of plants when I let him outside to play with the other dogs, sooo he threw up quite a few times (he even puked on my Hello Kitty blanket and the blanket the digs sleep on in the family room). At one point, he had a root in his mouth that looked a lot like poop. He wouldn’t drop it, so I had to reach in and get it. AHH! Can you imagine taking out mysterious items out of your dog’s mouth?

Brady and Schatzi.
fun fact: Jezi’s nickname is Wormtail.
Rory made himself at home right away (that’s also the blanket he puked on).

Long story short, I knew taking care of animals was going to be hard, I just didn’t realize it was going to be that hard. But despite the loose poop and puke, I enjoyed their company very much (animals > people, it’s a fact) and even offered to petsit again if they ever needed me to.  😀


An Update of Sorts…

Rory on his first long ass road trip.

Happy Memorial Day, everyone (or whoever happens to be reading this)! I hope you’re all  having a splendiforous 3-day weekend. 😀

I’ve been M.I.A. from Le Fancy Geek for the past few weeks petsitting for my boyfriend’s mom and sister (I spent a whole week with doggies!), then Tim and I  went to Disneyland for a few days after that for a special Fantasmic! performance for Annual Passholders, then came back home for a day, and the day after I went back to SoCal for my youngest cousin’s high school graduation with my family (fun fact: the class of 2012 was born the same year The Lion King was released in theaters and the OJ Simpson trial was all over the news… daaaaamn, I feel old), and then we went further south to San Diego to see my sister. We left at 10 pm last night and got back home around 5 am.


I shall be blogging about my adventures in petsitting, my Disneyland trip, and SoCal excursion in the next few days, but for now I need to rest my bones. *yaaawn*


Happy Mutha’s Day!

Me, my sister, Inay, and Mama. Circa 2008

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas and aunties out there — including the ones who happen to have furry babies like dogs and cats!!! 😀

Me and my fluffy son.

So this means today is my first Mother’s Day!!! Rory is currently nuzzled by my feet as I type this post. I suppose that’s all he can do since puppies can’t plan surprises (they can make unpleasant and messy ones though).

I’d especially like to wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all the mother figures in my life, especially my own whom I call Inay (means “mom” in Tagalog). I also like to call her Muddah. 🙂

Inay and I in the early 90s.
Auntie Ricki holding me as a wee baby.
Auntie Nelly with me, my sister, and our 3 cousins at Disneyland.
Mamang and I.
Auntie Ashie and Auntie Ada — my Bay Area Mamas.

I hope all you mothers and mother figures have a wonderful day!!!


How I Met My Phantom Lover & Other Disney Delusions

Before Tim and I got together, I constantly thought of different scenarios of how I’d meet my future boyfriend. I remember a few years ago, while walking through Golden Gate Park with my friend Monica, our conversation on our love lives (or lack thereof) led us to this subject.

Scenario number one for me was always this: We’d meet at a used bookstore. While browsing the fiction section, we both reach for the same one – Pale Fire by Vladmir Nabokov. He’d insist that I go ahead and take it, and I would insist he do the same. This would go back and forth while I felt my face grow warm and scarlet. And then I’d tell him that I actually already own a copy. He would ask me if it was any good, and then I’d tell him I don’t really know, because I bought it when I was a freshman in high school hoping to look smart by owning that book, but grew a bit bored while reading it, and that I want to eventually give it another chance. And he’d loff, not laugh, because he’d be British! Then he would ask me if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee and pastries at a nearby bakery, to which I would agree upon. Rather than coffee, I would drink tea because coffee, though delicious, gives me migraines, and I would struggle between getting a cookie, a morning bun, or macaroon (chocolate chip cookie always wins, BTW). And then we’d date for hella years, and then get married, and have dogs.

Scenario number two involved dogs as well. It’s quite simple: We’d both be walking in opposite directions at a park and our dogs would see one another from across the way and go ape shit, thus making each of us attempt to hold them back, but lose control and our dogs would collide, their leashes coiling around our legs tightly, and we’d tumble onto a soft patch of grass. Both of us would utter Oh my Gods! and I’m so sorrys! to one another and we’d scold our dogs to no avail. Obviously, after that we’d get married and he would write musical ditties and I would write stories, and then my schoolmate would come over and want to make a coat out of the puppies they were going to have. When telling Monica this, she said I watch way too many Disney movies. Also, I didn’t have a dog when I conjured this scenario, but once I got Rory, I thought, “OH MY GOD! My 101 Dalmatians fantasy can become a reality!”

So, yeah. I do watch a ridiculous amount of Disney movies. And I think those films may have played an integral role on the way I wanted things to play out in my own love life (which has been entirely fictional for the better half of my somewhat young life as I dated celebrities in my head).

For my first kiss, I wanted so badly for it to be just like the  “Kiss The Girl” scene in The Little Mermaid, minus the cock-blocking eel henchmen. But what guy could possibly recreate a boat ride with coordinated fish spitting water (that’s doesn’t sound romantic) while swimming in a circle around our little vessel, while a musically inclined crustacean orchestrates a beautiful number urging him to smoosh his lips onto my lips in a romantical fashion? A Disney Imagineer, perhaps. But where am I going to meet one of those? And aren’t most of them way older than me (10 years was always my cutoff)? The closest thing I ever thought of getting to date someone who worked for Disney in a creative aspect was if I moved to Emeryville and met a Pixar animator at a coffee shop near the studio. However, I never moved to Emeryville and my first kiss happened in my ex boyfriend’s car, in front of my parents’ house while holding a box of tiramisu and he asked, “Do you wanna try?” I had no idea what he was talking about. It was terrible. D:<

And when I was still a wee lass, I assumed that if I lost a shoe, a handsome boy would find it and he’d bring it to me immediately and we’d fall in love and live happily ever after. I recall going to a wedding when I was about 5 or so, and I ran around the dance floor and pretended to lose my shoe. I one shoe’d it for a bit, but Prince Charming never came my way. Defeated, I  retrieved my shoe on the dance floor and ate some cake.

Other things I thought when I was a kid was that my Soul Mate would come out of nowhere if I just sang to myself while alone (with the exception of animals) a la Snow White and Sleeping Beauty. Or if I just sang in general (Prince Eric loved him a siren). I never attempted this one. I thought it was something to do when I got older, I thought maybe my singing would get better. Once I got older I realized it was a stupid idea (and I can’t sing for shit — I fail as a Filipino and a Disney Princess). It’s scary if you think about it though, because in both movies, these girls are out by their lonesome, and then some guy they don’t know comes along and startles them. But it’s okay since they’re hot. I thought [still think] Prince Philip was the dreamiest of all the princes, but after watching the “Once Upon a Dream” scene again, I’m disturbed by how Aurora is genuinely freaked out by his sudden appearance and tries to get out of his grip, but he just grabs her hand again ’cause he thinks she’s smokin’. Creeper Prince Philip is a creeper!

If Quasimodo came out of his bell tower because he was drawn to your lovely singing, you’d be scared shitless. Don’t feel bad though, because I’d totally be scared too. Poor Quasi.

I’ve lived through more situations like those in Sara Bareilles songs (which are really effing sad, in case you’re not familiar) and the film (500) Days of Summer rather than having magical Disney moments where my love life is concerned, and though Tim and I just met through a mutual friend and were friends for 3 years, I feel that the evolution of our friendship is a damn fine story. I ended up with a pretty handsome, thoughtful, and hilarious dude (who is musically inclined like Roger Radcliffe from 101 Dalmatians minus the pipe habit, so suck it Phantom Lovers and Disney Princes!). 😀