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It’s Real!!

30/11/2005

So, if you remember around last week or so, I posted about the crazy homeless guy who provided the “after show” entertainment after the Lyfe concert. He kept singing “Shake ya laffy taffy, shake ya laffy taffy.” Of course, I just thought he was making it up, him being a crazy homeless guy and all.

Well, in an effort to diversify my “pop” musical knowledge, I did something I haven’t done in months – I listened to the radio ::shock, gasp:: And, within 3 seconds of switching it on, what do I hear?

Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Gurl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)
Dat laffy taffy

::insert me screaming in car::“Noooooooo! Oh… mi…gawd! This shit is real?!::end screaming in car::

Did you guys know that song was real without telling me? I was in complete shock. I’m still a little dazed from the whole thing, but I’ve managed to find a copy of “Shake Dat Laffy Taffy” by D4L for my loyal readers. For a limited time only, you’ll be able to find it on the right hand side of this page in the little flash player. G’head, take a listen. It’s real, y’all!! I’m almost ashamed that Crazy Homeless Guy knew more about music than I did. I’m going to make an effort to listen to the radio at least once a week. I know I’m not missing *that much.

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Itchy and Rashy: Update – now with Steroids!

28/11/2005

Guess where I went today? G’head… take a guess.

Urgent Care, bitches!!!

Not only did I get the same nurses that treated me on the first day and yesterday for the tendonitis, I also got the same doctor (haaaay Dr. Taylor!!!).

Looks like it MAY NOT be pityriasis rosea, and may very well indeed be some sort of allergic reaction. The itching was so intense today that, basically, as soon as I got to work this morning I had to leave. I tried to make an appointment with a doctor doctor, but nothing was open until Wedensday, so off to urgent care I went. Thanks to Cheri and Jen for hookin’ a sister up with Dr. Taylor again. Today’s perscription was a nice, big steroid shot in my arse. That shit burns. I also got a 5 day perscription for an oral steroid.

Now, the entire reason I’m taking this steroid is basically for rash and itchiness. I just read the serious side effects of Prednisone which, of course, include both rash and itchiness. Whhhhaaaaat?! How does that work? I don’t know, but we’ll give it a try.

Whoever’s got the Holly voodoo doll out there… I get it. I’m sorry. Just take the needles outta the wrists and scrape the goo off my legs and arms. This rash is killin’ me, bitches! You already pulled my hair out, isn’t that enough?!?!

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Itchy and Rashy: Update – now with Tendonitis!

27/11/2005

Just got back from urgent care…yes, again! Looks like I’ve got some tendonitis in my left wrist, mixed with a little Carpal Tunnel. So, in my itchy/rashy/painful condition, I’m afraid I won’t be blogging as much, considering it’s taken me about 20 minutes to type these last few sentences. I mean, I type 90 WPM with two hands, but with one hand and a left thumb, I’m pretty screwed. Sorry. :)

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Itchy and Rashy : Update

23/11/2005

Looks like a got a little ditty called Pityriasis rosea.. Sure, it could last up to 3 months, but at least we know what it is! Big ups to Dr. Taylor at Urgent Care – you’re super nice. I was in and outta that bitch in less than 45 minutes!! I thought for sure I was going to miss Lost, but thanks to Dr. Taylor and the super nice nurse that took my blood pressure… and the receptionist that worked a double (I’m sorry, honey! Get that double time, girl!!), I’ll be watching Lost with everyone else tonight! This should not interfer with the creation of the Collard Green Won Tons, or any other Thanksgiving activity. Happy Deep Fried Bird Day, y’all.

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Itchy and Rashy

22/11/2005

Looks like I’ve got a case of the hives. Why? Not sure. But it sucks, bitches, it sucks! So, I’ve taken to slathering myself in hydrocortizone and popping Benadryl. Pray for my hives to go away for me in time to make the Collard Green Won Tons.

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Concert Update

21/11/2005

I’ve been to a couple of shows this week. It started Thursday, when I dragged Damon along with me to see the Ten Tenors. It looked like a holiday party for the local Senior Citizen’s home. Guaranteed, we were the youngest people there. Go to their site and listen to Bohemian Rhapsody. That was the highlight of the show for me.

Last night, Kelly, Stephanie, Damon and I went to the HOB to see Lyfe, Goapele and Vivian Green. We usually eat at the HOB restaurant before, then go to the show, because if you eat there first you get to go into the venue 15 minutes before doors open – which is usually why we end up practically on the stage. I’ve never had to make reservations before, but this time was different. It was PACKED. We ended up waiting 45 minutes for a table, eating too fast, then standing behind a bunch of tall people with big hair. I hate that shit. Most of ‘em were weaves anyway, I shoulda pulled it off. The show was great, nonetheless. Lyfe’s set was much improved since we saw him with John Legend.

Now you know the fun times don’t start until you’re waiting for you car at the valet stand and the crazies come out. Everybody and they momma valeted their car, so it was taking forever. We’re sitting on the bus bench and this homeless man just starts singing random songs. He had quite a selection, actually… ranging from Brandy to Wu-Tang. After his brief song, he’d say “You gotta dollar, ma’am?” Then he’d sing with his pseudo-Lil’ Kim-jamaican accent “Shake ya laffy taffy, shake ya laffy taffy”. Then he went and got… well… crazy!
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Crazy Guy: (to kelly) Do you have a dollar to spare, ma’am?

Kelly: Yeah, hold on.

Crazy Guy: Actually, I only need $5 to get into my hotel room for the night.

Kelly: ::pulls out five $1 bills:: Here you go.

Crazy Guy: Thanks. SIKE! I’m gonna go smoke some yayo, it’s the shit man it’s the shit!!! You wanna hit? C’mon, let’s go…
::small pause::
Jesus walks! Jesus walk with me… Jesus walks! Jesus Walk with me!

Holly: I don’t think Jesus smoked yayo.

Crazy Guy: Jesus IS YAYO, motherfucker!!! Shake ya laffy taffy, shake ya laffy taffy.

Holly: Booyaka, booyaka!

Damon: Everybody was kung fu fighting

Holly: Huh!

Damon: Them cats was fast as lightening…

Holly: Booyaka, booyaka!
***
And that’s pretty much the end of the evening. Big ups to Stephanie, Kelly and Damon for coming out last night! And Damon, thanks again for dinner :) And thanks, crazy homeless guy, for the HOB after party at the bus stop.

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The Friday Four #3 – Superficial Edition

18/11/2005

You’ve been chosen to get an Extreme Makeover – sans television coverage. Please don’t be high and mighty in this post and say you love the way you are and wouldn’t change a thing – we don’t need that bullshit here. We all know we work with what God gave us and we love ourselves and each other just the way we are, blah blah blah – understood. Just answer the damn questions. :)

1. What are you going to change first?
2. What are you absolutely NOT going to let them touch?
3. You also get a celebrity body part. Pick one.
4. You gotta have substance with the beauty. Wanna talk like Oprah? Build like D.Trump? Pick a talent, any talent, to go along with your new found superficial beauty.

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20 Things

17/11/2005

Following in Damon‘s footsteps – 20 random things about yours truly. Some of you know most of these, but hey, I’m trying to please the majority here. Enjoy.

1. I tweeze in traffic. Eyebrows, chin, ‘stache… where ever there’s a stray hair, I’ma get it!

2. For being half Black and half Filipino, I don’t have a lot of Filipino or Black friends, yet I enj0y food from both cultures immensely. I jump at the chance to combine them. :)

3. In middle school, I was one of three 8th graders chosen to meet President Clinton and ask him questions. I can’t remember what I asked, something along the lines of why do football players make more than teachers when they work harder. How young and innocent I was…

4. I’ve never been in love… like the real adult shit. That violent and passionate irrational make-you-wanna-kill-a-nigga love…

5. I’ve attempted to write a song – thanks to my Music Sensei Damon. Keyword here is “attempt”.

6. Sometimes I sleep with my contacts in, then I wake up in the morning in a daze and think “Ooh shit! I can see!!” Then I realize I just left my contacts in.

7. I’m unnervingly addicted to “Laguna Beach – The Real OC” on MTV. ::cowers in shame::

8. Don’t call me on a Wednesday at 9PM, I won’t answer my phone. And if I do, I’ll say “Can’t talk, watching Lost” and then proceed to hang up on you.

9. Tater is the only person on my Myspace friends list that I’ve never met. And the only person in “The Cast” I haven’t met, for that matter. Update: http://www.itsholly.com/wp/2006/06/26/i-met-the-tater/

10. Oh, I have a myspace page. ugh.

11. I knit!! Hats, scarves, belts that would have been scarves if I didn’t get lazy.

12. My hair is falling out.

13. I can’t eat pastries in the morning. I’m more of a bacon and eggs and cheese grits kinda girl. A muffin makes my stomach turn.

14. I don’t use an alarm clock. I automatically wake up every morning. It’s usually at the same time, whether or not it’s a weekend.

15. I can’t remember the last time I wore closed-toe shoes. If I can’t wear flip-flops, I ain’t goin’!

16. I have absolutely no desire to be famous, but I would like to be well known in my industry – what that industry is, I don’t know yet. Just famous enough to avoid tabloids, but still get free schwag when I go somewhere.

17. At this moment, I have more condiments in my refrigerator than actual food. (Ketchup, spicy french mustard, brown deli mustard, regular ass yellow mustard, regular mayo, light mayo, lingonberries, capers, pepperoncinis, ranch dressing…)

18. I absolutely hate bell peppers. Yes, even the red ones and yellow ones. The infect their nasty nastiness into any other food in the dish and ruin it. Nasty.

19. I don’t like eating peas, but I like split pea soup.

20. I want to move to New York in the next year or so, but Kelly won’t let me.

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Two Peas in a Weight Watching Pod

16/11/2005

Stephanie’s on crack. A while ago, when I still lived up north, we went to Weight Watchers together. Then I graudually started ditching it, and Stephanie, for that matter, to do things other than getting weighed by a stranger. Greater things – important things, like… sleep, and eat… and watch water boil. Whatever. I didn’t stick to it. Here’s another conversation from Holly and Stephanie’s Battle of the Bulge:

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Stephanie: i had jack in the box today

Holly: i was gonna try to start weigh watchers again. that shit worked when i stuck to it. lol

Stephanie: that nasty beef lol

Stephanie: yup i been back 2 more times after you

Holly: i had a chicken breast sandwich with provalone and bacon for lunch

Stephanie: lol mmmm yum!

Holly: c’mon now… that was like 83 weight watchers points.

Stephanie: hell yeah

Holly: and i had a bag of chips

Stephanie: i had 51 grams of fat

Holly: no shit

Stephanie: 713 calories, i almost threw up

Holly: well, my sandwich was from a deli, so it wasn’t like… fast food bad. lol

Stephanie: but then I realized I paid for that shit

Holly: OMG!!! 51 g of fat and 713 cal for the lunch you had? lol 51 grams of fat? ain’t that your daily serving? lol

Stephanie: no not for lunch that was just the sandwich. I had a total of 1153.7 calories for lunch

Holly: OOh

Stephanie: my breakfast was like 200

Stephanie: yeah—– I am not eating dinner tonight lol

Holly: just eat something small

Stephanie: yea- like my fingernails

Holly: LMAOOOOO

Stephanie: i usually end up skipping dinner or just have like 100 cal snack

Holly: LOL

Stephanie: i am tellin ya i was gonna be good, then I saw an empty line and ordered a sourdough jack. it all went downhill from there

Stephanie: i felt so bad I ordered 3 jack balls for my truck. I get depressed and go shopping- but there was only antenna balls to buy.
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Eat somethin’ small… like my fingernails. lol That girl on crack.

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Rap Snacks, bitches!

15/11/2005

This might be, quite possibly, the greatest piece of edible pop culture I’ve ever come across on the internet. Bitches and hos, I present to you: Rap Snacks! (Update: If anyone can explain to me why he’s coming out of a sewer, I’ll buy you a box of Rap Snacks of your choice.)


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* Rap Snacks Baby AKA Birdman Bar-B-Quing With My Honey Flavored Popcorn
* Rap Snacks BelBivDevoe Back at the Ranch Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Big Tymers Sour Cream & Dill Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Pastor Troy Hot Cheezie Popcorn
* Rap Snacks Lil’ Romeo Bar-B-Quing with my Honey Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Mack 10 Red Hot Cheddar Cheese Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Magic Honeydew Cheese Curls
* Rap Snacks Master P Platinum Bar-B-Que Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Ms. Toi Sweeties Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Pretty Willie Salsa Cheese Flavored Chips
* Rap Snacks Warren G Cheezie Nacho Flavored Chips

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Does it really get any better than this? You mean I can not only enjoy my chips, but Bar-B-Que with my Honey at the same time?! That’s pure genius! I tip my 40 to you, manufacturer of Rap Snacks.

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