Sadness...An Apologetic Post from Sayuri

Alas, my dearest readers, I am a very sad soul. I take complete responsibility for my lack of posting and will do my best to change my poor habits in the future. However, I come back to the blog of my beloved friends and myself to find that my dear friend Reg is on strike....WHY???? I am deeply saddened by this occurrence and it bothers me down to the core. Reg is so eloquent, so writer-ish, so epically amazing that the idea her thoughts and humorous anecdotes from day to day shall not be included on our blog is nothing short of a travesty. I love Reg & Summer very much and wish nothing but happiness for them in ALL they would hope to achieve ....

With love & concern,
        Sayuri

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Summer's Explanations

So, today the power was out at my school.

For some reason, our school is totally incapable of running without electricity.  Therefore, school was cancelled.  I found this quite ironic...  the one thing that's supposed to be enhancing our education has now inhibited it.  Thank you, school, for relying so heavily on technology.

Anyways, so while at first I was totally jazzed about the absence of school (I may have run through the streets pulling an Alice Cooper), after a good think I came to the conclusion that the power outage was weird.  After another good think, I decided it was weird because the power was out at ONLY my school...  Not at any of the surrounding houses, not at any of the surrounding stores, not even at the nearby traffic lights.  Nope.  My school ONLY.  Therefore, after yet another think, I came up with two possible explanations for the power outage.

On Strike

Until further notice, Reg will be on strike...


Sorry.

Reg is just a scared small-town girl

I'm going to be serious, and I'm sorry...

I'm a small-town girl, born and raised, and I'm going to graduate in 2 weeks.

Worry is a Fickled Fiend...an obvious request by Sayuri

Reg & Summer will appreciate my use of alliteration there...let me tell you what my darling readers, it is exceptionally unkind to let a family/friend, whom you know is inclined to worry, worry. Yes, worry is an unkind, unmotivating, uninspiring, flinchingly fail-tastic, kind of emotion that allows one to dwell on worrisome things. FOR EXAMPLE, tonight, my dears, a family friend is missing. Not send out a squad car, call the media, missing,  but missing nevertheless. We received (well my mom received) more than three phone prior to noon this morning with no voice mail (very unlike the friend in question). The car has not been home since this morning (as far as we know), and this friend doesn't like/can't drive at night. She is with a toddler and a husband who likewise dislikes driving at night. They are older than fifty, and always let someone (namely my family) know where they are going, when they will be back, and why they are going there. WHY, do you ask? Because we are a community of police officers/police officers' families and that is what we do. It's a safety precaution (highly recommended btw, especially if you're a college student REG). So no word, no lights, no one home, no car, no one is answering a cell phone (including their daughter in Texas), and it's midnight here. I feel as though tonight will be a sleepless (or sleep-little) one and I pray that wherever they are, they are safe and will let us know so in the morning. SO my dearest readers, my quest for you (in addition to praying they're safe) is to never let those who worry, have cause to worry about you. No matter how annoying the worry may seem, it is out of care and concern for your general health & well-being.

Adieu,
          Sayuri

A letter to the California Weather, from Reg

Dear California Weather,

WTF? Don't you understand that the way you are acting is unacceptable? It was raining all last week (when your average precipitation for that the entire month of May for the last hundred years has been <.5 inch), and just when I think it is about to be lovely and warm, you get all windy-cold-cloudy again. This is not the sort of weather I can get a decent tan in, and bikini season is right around the corner!

It wouldn't be a problem, but you made regular, warm Mediterranean summers your "thing." Do you suppose that you can just go changing on me, when I loved you just the way you were, due to some mid-life crisis or something? Is this what you call "being faithful?"

I wanted you, Weather, to know exactly how I felt. I have to deal with you the rest of my life, and know what you did to me the summer of my senior year. So please, please, get back to some traditional California sunshine, because I don't know if I can handle your noncommittal, wishy-washy nonsense.

I'm sure North Carolina wouldn't be so fickle.

(That, dearest Weather, was a burn)

With love and trepidation, always your butterfly, etc, etc,

Regette

Summer's Videos

So today I had the honor of cleaning a public restroom...  Let's just say I have renewed respect for janitors.

Anyways...  On to item 2 of this handy dandy list!

The birth of the CPF-- Reg ponders, "Why do men always check us out when we are cruisin' in the jeep?"

In the title of this piece, I posed a question.

A question I already knew the answer to...(unfair), but I have a story to tell.

So today Cinnamon, Honey and I were on the freeway, cruisin' in Jerome the Jeep, when a lifted gray f250 pulled alongside us. For several miles, that f250 would not pass us, and we had to deal with the pounding subwolfer. I did not have to turn my head to understand that a common phenomena was occurring; we were being checked out.

Summer's Photo

Please wait while I google "things to blog about".

Aha! This is perfect...  http://www.howtostartablog.com/50-things-to-blog-about.php

I decided that as of tonight, I'm going to start going down the list.  Hooray!

Anywhere, yet here: a post by a slightly down Sayuri

I could be anywhere. I could be in Paris, at the Louvre, looking into the visions of the great masters; the works of Michelangelo, Raphael, Da Vinci, Artemesia, Bosch, Rembrandt, and so many more. I could be in Rome, sitting in the Colosseum, imagining the gladiator battles of long ago. I could be in Ireland, roaming the green rolling hills, exploring the castles, listening to the stories of a culture I can claim as my own. I could be in the Amazonian Rain Forest, exploring the unknown, and getting exceptionally freaked out by the large, chicken-eating spiders. I could be in Canada, exploring the French Quarter, reveling the the French roots I also lay claim to. I could be in Mexico, teaching in the villages, spreading the message of the Lord. I could be in Africa, working with Mercy Ships to bring comfort and health to those who need it. I could be scuba-diving and looking at the great barrier reef in Australia, or mountain climbing in New Zealand. I could be learning Chinese in China as I look upon the Great Wall or help with earthquake relief in Japan. I could take the train on the seven day trip across Russia and see the Ural Mountains. I could visit Taiwan, and Vietnam. I could visit my friend in Norway, sing in a pub in England, declare myself a neutral traveler in Switzerland, or learn from the Matadors in Spain. I could help with Tornado relief in the midwest or the east. I could do all of these things, and yet, here I am. Stuck on my couch, sicker than I care to be, with the dreams of going to all of these places dancing around my head.

          Until I'm Well Again,
                           ~Sayuri~

Summer's Lesson part 2

If there's one thing I've had to hear a million and one times in choir, it's that the purpose of music is for it to be shared.

If your eyebrows are raised by that, don't be alarmed: so are mine.

An interrogation of Tom--The highlights of Summer and Reg's questioning

All boyfriends must endure the interrogation of their girlfriend's best friends...but some friends are subtler than others.

Summer and Regette are about as subtle as an elephant playing hide-and-seek. (Yes, I am Regette, and I am typing in 3rd person on behalf of Summer and I).

So, here are the best of the questions. I would put the answers, but I was laughing too much at the absurdity of the questions to remember the answers. Perhaps when Sayuri reads this in the future she can edit the post to include answers.

Inlaws and Outlaws; which side will Reg choose?

It's not a secret that in my family, not a lot of people get along with each other very well (and the ones that do are merely very good at pretending.) This occurred perhaps as an inevitable side effect of the outbreak of divorces in my family--everyone that has been married, has been divorced at least once (Grandmother and Papa currently hold first and second place, with 7 and 5 respectively [but this isn't a competition])

Of course, we usually get along pretty well without seeing each other, or having any form of communication whatsoever. Yet there comes those events such as births, deaths, weddings--events which are obligatory for the entire family to attend.

Guess what?

I'm graduating.

I just said the f-word but did not type it for Sayuri's sake.

What do I do?

There are Grandmother plus her 6 children and their families, and they dislike every other branch of my family because... they can?

There are Grandma and her husband, who dislike Grandmother and one of which will threaten to kill Grandpa. The first thing Grandma will say upon seeing my Grandpa? "Well, there's 'The A**hole.'"

There are Grandpa and his wife, who dislike Grandmother and are oblivious to the rest of the hate-in.

There are my step-brother and my ex-step-father, who do not really hate anyone but are shunned by everyone else because they aren't "blood". That and my ex-step father is Grandma's daughter's ex-husband.(making my step brother my cousin...I think this calls for a diagram because I can't even see you but I know you are making that "breaking social norm" face of disgust) There was also some bad life choices made in the 1980's around this time. Psychedelic life choices, if you catch my drift.

There is poor senile papa, who will think I am my mother. This will lead to some very sad conversations about the time in 1970 when I got lost in my Auntie's house in Boston but was found in the estate's kennels petting the purebred Irish Setters.

And then there is dad's girlfriend, whom I love dearly. But grandma thinks she's a whore (perhaps she is, but Dad is infinitely worse. And she's not 20 something and a stripper).

What do I do?

Well, I trick them into the same room with the promise of food, shut the door, and run.

I never stop running.

Your butterfly,
Regette

My family, in a perfect world.

 

My actual family. Notice that my mother divorced my dad and then married my dad's sister's 1st ex-husband. So, yes, weird. But not creepy weird.

Hello Sweetie, love Reg

Summer made me coffee...life can not be better. :D

Well, there could be a reasonably attractive man at my door, saying "Hello there,"  intriguingly.



Summer's Weather

It is raining.

Most people, Honey included, LOOOOOVE the sun and think the rain is miserable.  While I can agree that rain does ruin your hair and often results in sopping socks, I feel that rain deserves some love.  Therefore, I've dedicated this post to the top reasons why my favorite weather shouldn't be everyone's least favorite weather.

1.  It's beautiful.

I don't think there's anything more lovely than fresh rain falling outside my window.  It gives the world a sense of relief, like when you focus all your emotions into one good cry.  Plus, it's the closest thing to snow where I live.

2.  It sounds beautiful.

Who doesn't love the gentle sound of rain pattering on their roof, or splashing pleasantly to the ground?

3.  It smells beautiful.

That new rain smell...  Nothing can compare! It's like new car smell for nature.  Everything gets scrubbed and rinsed, leaving nature in it's purest, most delicious-smelling form.

4.  It makes everything look beautiful.

Looking outside after a long rain is like getting glasses after...  needing glasses.  Seriously! Everything looks so much sharper and the colors are much more vibrant.  It's nature's editing program! Plus, men always look hotter in the rain...  I can't say why, though.

5.  It saves you the trouble of trying to make your hair look beautiful.

It's like a get out of jail free card! If it's raining outside, then there's no point to fixing your hair because the rain is just gonna ruin it anyways.  Plus, everyone around you will have rain hair so you won't have to feel inferior!

6.  It gives beautiful people the opportunity to lend you their coat.

Nuff said.

So that's my oh-so-logical justification of my favorite weather...  Describe your favorite weather and why in the comments below!

Less than three,

~ Summer

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Regette's always got a game plan...

I happen to be an extraordinarily goal-oriented person. Plans make me feel like things are happening--if I look at a list that says my plan for the day includes sitting on the couch for at least 2 hours watching Dr. Who and eating a menagerie of exotic cheeses, well then, I must do it. If I do not schedule my time as such, I feel guilty.

I have this "life for dummies" flow chart posted on the fridge to tell me how I am going to get through college and embark upon a career:

(see. I told you.)


My pride and joy of all such lists and schedules happens to be my "Bucket list." This is not a tentative list; things on the bucket list will happen. They have to.

With no further ado, I give you Regette's bucket list. Enjoy.

Drag race
Run away from a major commitment (literally would be more fun...)
Go to a rave
Live in another country
Have a song written about me (The song the boys in science class made of my last name doesn't count)
Get an intriguing accent
Be baptized any religion
Elope somewhere exotic
Go sailing in the Maldives
Join the mile high club
Carry a dog in a purse
Attempt to become a nun (The attempt is what counts, not the follow through)
Write a novel (I didn't specify it had to be good)
Drink whiskey in my coffee
Go to a confession (whatever I did better be worth it)
Pierce own ear
Sing "California Dreamin'" in a coffee place...not in California
Never live in any place more than 5 years (stagnancy is the enemy)
Marry a man that is wearing a tailcoat (just when we are getting married...not all the time....that would be weird)

Most importantly-
On every single May 21, at approximately 4:00, be in Sayuri's and my starbucks, drinking an unsweetened iced green tea.

Your butterfly,
Regette

p.s. tell me about your own completed bucket list items in the comments
p.p.s. If you ask very very nicely, someday I will post about the three completed items on my bucket list...I love a good story.

A verbal slip up of Sayuri's: A guest entry by Tom

*Nicole [Sayuri's roommate] sitting on plastic tub to try and close the lid after over-packing it*
"You know those things are cheap right?" ~Sayuri
*no response*
"You get what you paid for....like a whore." ~Sayuri
*pause*...."Did you say whore?" ~Nicole
"That's what I heard!" ~Me
"That's what I said." ~Sayuri
*Nicole & I roll on floor laughing [not literally]*

Prom-- a last note from Regette, whose date did not wear a fedora, was taller,and remarkably intelligent.

Prom...Should I really post about it again? For the fourth-ish time?

Eh, I suppose I must, considering.

Let me first pose a question: How do you know if a date is good?

Is it when I can name the band that plays every song playing on his car radio?When he says that he likes Chopin almost as much as he likes rock?

 Is it when he pays for everything--corsage, dinner, ticket, pictures? When he lends me his coat because it's cold, and pulls the chair out for me when I sit?

Is it that he's smart enough to find my house on google maps when my street doesn't even have a street sign? The fact that he doesn't flinch from saying, "Hello, sir" even though my dad clearly has a revolver in his belt as he stands on the porch?

What do I do with this "good" date? Do I reward him with a hug, a peck on the cheek (surely no mac-out-age, because I'm still recovering from being sick and that's really gross)?

Or do I do what I actually did? (in magical hypothetical world. I mean, it has already been done, I can't change it)

Which is--after he walks me to the front door and waits expectantly, I unlock the door as quickly as possible and unleash my crazy, barking-mad dog and feign dismay as I try to prevent her from jumping on him.

I think I should have a close friend give him the "It's not you, Regette just has problems with displays of emotion/personal space issues" talk, so he doesn't feel as if he has woefully struck out.

Your butterfly,
Regette

P.S. I have made a slightly lowered standard list for men based on speaking with my Honey-poo that I will include. Enjoy.

Men must be:

1)Well dressed
2)Taller than me
3)Not wearing a fedora (I saw a fedora at prom! The rat bastard himself! [My date was taller/not in a fedora= I win])
4) Intelligent/ has a life goal  (physics, biochemistry, computer stuff I don't understand)
5) Active (as in not sedentary couch potato)
6)Older than me (by 6 mo-8 years)

If the top 6 is fulfilled, looks are...meh. Oh well.

A post dedicated to Summer from Sayuri

Summer! I took it upon myself during the thunder storm yesterday to watch "The Swan Princess" and immediately decided to dedicate a post to you with some of the best lines from the movie =) Enjoy.

   "Oh! A nest!"
   "I am a musician, not a bore!" ..."Could've fooled me."
   "Duck!" ... "What?"
   "You lost your queen Derek." ... "That's twice in one day!"
   "I do not take advice from peasants." ..."Just curious, how are you gonna get back?"
   "Small, green, good swimmer...Good grief! You're talking about me!"
   "Whenever I need to do something quick, I always bring a turtle."
  
There are SOOOO many more...post your favorite.

Love from,
            Sayuri <3