Egg Opens Up Her Home And Self

For a long time, I was accustomed to living alone. I can't count the times when I lived with my family. I've had some roommates, all of different backgrounds and personalities at various stages of my life. The best roomie had to be Angel Jr, who stayed with me for about three months. We just clicked perfectly and never had any serious problems, except when he had to deal with my hormonal rages. I can be such a crab hehe!

Recently I opened my home to a friend, who just moved back to the area. She's in my age range, and pretty down to earth. And also very artistic! And compared to the Egg, she cooks on a regular basis. Perhaps I can pick up some good habits:) I just hope that she likes it here. All is fine, except I think I'm more hyper and tend to talk about anything and everything. My worry is that she'll get annoyed with my quirks! I suppose if that does happen, then I'll just have to accept it...

Living alone means too much freedom. You can be a slob, talk to the wall, fart without inhibitions, keep opening the fridge every hour (when you know there's nothing in there except for condiments), etc. Once a person shares the same dwelling with you, the right to respect each other's personal space becomes very important. Yet, parts of you will be exposed whether you like it or not. Don't worry...I'm keeping the farts to myself! I can't believe I just wrote that...

Channeling The Dark Side

For the past two years I've been living without a television, which used to be one of my best friends. To my surprise, I had found that I could live without it. Don't get me wrong, I still catch episodes of my favorite 80's shows, Family Guy, or Daily Show if I get an opportunity. And if I do get an urge to watch anything, I usually find something on youtube (most recently it has been a fascination with 48 hour Mystery episodes!). Without the TV, I also read more books and took up new hobbies like gardening and facebooking...

I'm not going to criticize anyone who watches TV. It's entertainment, a learning tool and also a sleep inducer. But I'm also mystified by the crap that I find on it. When I'm having a slow night at work, I'll usually spend time with one of my elderly residents who happens to be a night owl. He always throws me the remote and says "It's all yours." While channel surfing, I came across "Megan Wants A Millionaire" and "Dating In The Dark." Obviously Megan is just using this show to boost her acting career. Good luck sister! I think I felt more nauseous by the "Dating In The Dark" episode. Two women rejected two great guys. One thought the dude was being too forward. Huh? What's wrong with that? It's not like he groped her or anything! And she seemed to like it. The second woman thought her guy wasn't tall enough, but that everything else about him was fine. They didn't even give the guys a chance. Well good luck to those sisters too! I got so mad that I turned it off.

Once again I had to remind myself that the TV isn't always reflection of me..."It's not always about you Egg. There's lots of nutjobs like you out there." Okay at one time in my life, I also judged guys based on their height or touchy feely ways. I realized later that one will indeed be left in the dark if certain imperfections, whether financial or physical, aren't overlooked...Egg is quite happy with Mr. Egg right now. He thinks that she's crazy because she doesn't find his belly to be an issue...if it was a matter of morbid obesity, it'd be another story! And besides, he gives the best hugs:-)

Egg's Sabbatical

So, I've been on hiatus since last year. Not because I was traveling to exotic places, or hiding in the witness protection program. I simply slacked off and put the blog on hold...I apologize for the disappearing act, which was sudden and without warning. Basically I lost the courage to write. I found that I had lost inhibtions with the writing (you know...opening up freely) and that sort of frightened me. Does that happen to anyone else out there?! You feel a sense of freedom when you write, and then later on, you're scared that you let yourself loose...Alas, I had to remind myself that I gained a lot of strength from reading your stories and comments which were always full of encouragement

I hope to catch up with everyone. And hopefully I'll have entertaining stories to share again. Jeez I look back at my earlier entries, and wonder what I was thinking with some of the rants. HA! They seem trivial right now:)

"There is always something left to love. And if you ain’t learned that, you ain’t learned nothing."--from A Raisin In The Sun

My mood is a lot better than the last time. I was going through a whirlwind of emotions for whatever reasons. I really am an easygoing person, and can take poke fun of myself (98% of the time!). Anyhoot, I am back to being the crazy, silly egg that I am known for being:)

Recently I was saddened to read about a blogger's loss of a loved one. I sent him an email saying that I was touched by his words, and that it reminded me of how much I love my ma. And pa. Yes, I've had some turbulent times with my family. Especially with my father. After I moved out last year, I had no contact with him for about three months. Alas, we slowly reconciled and I make attempts to visit when time permits. I realized that I can't change his ways, and life will simply be miserable if I try to...I had to learn to forgive the wrongs of the past. No I won't be able to erase the wrongdoings, but I can look forward to light-hearted moments, which can be sporadic and surprising. Last night I was home for a brief visit. When my dad came back from the office, he asked if I wanted to watch Sidney Poitier's "A Raisin In The Sun." He asked a few times before, and I'd keep saying another time. I knew I should sit down and watch this classic. It was everything that I had expected. Powerful storyline that involved the strength of a family's bonds tested by harsh prejudice and poverty. After we finished the movie, my dad asked if I liked the movie. I said yes and that it probably is 100 times better than the P. Diddy version:). He said bye and to take care of myself...

Irritable Egg Syndrome

I'd like to take this time to vent about sarcastic comments that have been made recently....

1) I like to blow my cash at JcPenny's because I can't blow it at a Ralph Lauren store. Besides I still like to shop in the junior's department! Very reasonable and stylish items for my hard earned money's worth. Ya I'm proud to say that I shop in the junior's dept! Telling others of my "bad" shopping habits is uncalled for and very rude. I should also add that in the past year, I've bought things without guilt. When I had my loan for med school, anything that I bought had a tone of "you don't deserve this." Ever since I left home, I've learned to splurge on things that I wanted...and deserved!

2) I like to sleep late and wake up late because my body is wired differently than most people. I used to be quite the insomniac, so I've learned to fall asleep when the body says it's time and wake up whenever my sleep cycle has ended...I also like to vegetate in the bed before actually getting my ass up.


I like to laugh and can make fun of myself. But I also have LIMITS. Trashing friends in front of others is something that happens in drunken rages. Especially if the others include people you don't really know! I wish I could take the punches, but I can't...I'm a gal. I don't have balls. But I do have the balls to tell you that you've hurt me. End of IES (derived from Irritable Bowel Syndrome)

Fried egg with a side order of syrup

I've been on a leave of absence from blogging again. Work and other stressors were just piling up...So much that my face exploded with tiny pimples (which I'm still trying to kill with whatever acne products I can find!) And a sore, swollen neck to add to the madness. I'd rather be busy at work, but my body couldn't tolerate the pressures anymore. On a good note, I got a nice massage from a friend who considers massage therapy his hobby. Am I lucky or what?! Wowie it felt so good! I'll definitely go back again.

The hectic schedule didn't allow for much time to catch up on the news. I see that Mother Nature has been angry lately. What is She trying to tell us? Perhaps that we should practice more random acts of kindness to our fellow earthlings? I certainly have my days of not so fresh feelings and would rather hide in a tunnel somewhere...But I know that it wouldn't work for me. I'd rather be surrounded by silliness and hard laughter. Last week I went to bingo for the very first time with an elderly resident from work. It was fun! She said she was breaking me into her bad habits:) We'd always joke around about going together, but I always had to work on bingo nites. Alas last Wed I was able to tag along. Picked her up and came back about five hours later. She said she appreciated the company and I left with a warm feeling in my heart:)

Last nite, one of the residents who's known for her stubborn character asked if I was a Christian. I said that I was born as a Hindu, but as I grew up, I learned that all the religions teach the same principles...practice compassion to our fellow humans. We might come in different forms, but essentially we're made up of the same elements...She said that such a belief wouldn't get me to heaven. I just smiled and said I guess we're all entitled to our beliefs. I didn't leave with an angry feeling. Just made me want to butter her up even more:) Although I don't tolerate rudeness or ignorant behavior, I watch my back too...Be kind yet also aware of the surroundings.

Okay folks have an excellent weekend! This Egg plans on de-stressing heavily....

Good Girl Gone Bad!

Hello dear friends! My 32nd birthday bash was one of the best! I suppose that all birthdays should be full of nostalgia, but this time I was...truly happy. That is..I was happy with my inner-self. For years I battled with an emptiness that just wouldn't go away. Yes, I have finally accepted myself for who I really am. And I didn't need Dr. Phil or Oprah...hehehe! And where else to celebrate other than the most tolerant place in this neck of the woods...the gay bar! I didn't have a particular theme, but as the night progressed, and the silliness took over, I called it the "Bad Girl" nite:) Alas I was a good egg--just so much fun to have another alter-ego! I even had a drink named after me...hehehe! The nite included a drag show, several drinks, lots of crazy pics!, booty shaking on the dancefloor, laughs with pals, and ended with a breakfast of steak and eggs at our favorite diner. The next day I had dinner with my folks. It was yummy and I didn't get any lectures:) I made sure the pics from Bad Girl nite were deleted (after uploading). Okay there wasn't anything x-rated! Just some smooches with my gals (who are all straight!) and one of me grabbing her boob...hehehe! She said I had to do it for fun's sake. So I did:) I'm sure my parents would flip out if they saw the madness. Well here are two fun shots which captured the essence of my special day...Enjoy!