Annie

Ok, big news at chez moi. There's a new feline in the hizzy. She's 14 months old and her and Joey have become friends and are so cute together. Her name is Annie (short for Anastasia) but it took us a while to come up with that name. For a day or two we just called her "new kitty" which is generic but works.
I saw King Arthur last night. I had a really bad afternoon but after the blood and gore of that movie, I felt much better. It was good overall but I think some of it was a little tacky. My girl Keira was as stunning as ever though.
Hey, I forgot to tell you all. My promotion board meets this October. I should find out in March if I get selected to Captain (you have to practically commit a crime not to). That means in a year when I get promoted I get yet another raise. Oh and one this January because the military always gets a raise at the beginning of the year. Go Congress!!! There are some definite perks to my job.
Ok, enough out of me, I'm tired and have to go but I'll be back...

and she said...

and then the girl said..."sometimes i think you don't take it to seriously..." "take what seriously?" i said..."us???" "yeah, us". at the time i said something like..."oh, um, no i totally don't take this lightly, i mean, i take this seriously". poetic? i think not. maybe i could have done a better job explaining myself but i was put on the spot and nervous and what came out wasn't what i felt.
i wanted to say a lot more but i didn't. i wanted to ask if she sees the way i look at her. or if she sees how i smile when she's around. maybe i could have told her how when she's close to me my heart races and i want her to hug me and kiss me on the forehead...but i didn't. i just stuttered my way through that conversation.
if i could count all the nice things she's done that make me realize how special she is, i'd have a list 10 pages long...but for now i'll name only a few...
1) she bought me ginseng and i complained that it smelled like dirt (which it does). she made me tea this morning with the ginseng in it, in addition to extra lemon and sugar so that i wouldn't taste the ickiness.
2) i have pink yu-gi-oh socks that i'm not ashamed to wear...
3) if i have a bad day she listens to me whine and doesn't try to make her day seem worse. no matter how bad the day is, after i see her it always seems so much better.
4) there's always a pitcher of kool-aid around
5) she appreciates the ghetto booty...she embraces it :)
and the list goes on...
:)

blech

I feel like I might either puke or pass out right now. I feel like complete ass. It's all because my room was a war zone last night. I think I ended up winning the war but I most definitely lost the battles. There were at least 10 mosquitos in my room. When I finally woke up and turned on the light I got almost all of them. And over half of them were all fat and bloated with my precious blood (and the blood of another) in their stupid gross stomachs. It made for a nice effect when I smashed them on the wall and their guts oozed red. Yummy. That may sound gross to you but I'm telling you what, the feeling of killing something so evil makes my night. It's a real sense of satisfaction. I have a few battle scars to show for it though, one on my chin, one on my hamstring and two on my right arm. Bastards.

Enough about the mosquitos. I'm getting itchy just thinking about them. i suppose I should go to work and be semiproductive.
First, let me give a shout out to Sheli because she a)did not complain at 2 AM when I woke up to kill the mosquitos ;) b) made me breakfast this morning, and c) made ginseng consumable, and if that isn't a feat ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what is. I'm so lucky :)

stupid blog

I haven't been able to update my blog for a whole week. There are many reasons for this, but the main one is that Korea sucks because they don't allow blogs and I think they caught me!!! Oh crap, here come the policia, I have to go now before they take me away :)

Mike Test

Mike test, 1...2...1...2....Can you all hear me??? I think my blog is broken :(

SARS, Skirts and Skanks...

Had a GREAT weekend. Good times on Friday and Saturday night as per usual...Sunday night/Monday/Tuesday I was in "the country" with Sheli. Clean air, blue skies (except when it was raining on me) and no hustle and bustle like in Seoul. Nice vaca except I got sick. You'd think that going to a place with fresh air would make you healthy, but not in my case. Actually I'm pretty sure it's because the woman has SARS and now I'm going to die.

Today I got clothes in the mail from American Eagle. That is probably the highlight of my day. I got a pair of courdoroys, two long sleeve shirts, two pairs of underwear and a skirt. So cute too, awwww....I'm such a girllllll...

Um, So that takes care of SARS and Skirts. I actually didn't have anything to say about Skanks but I needed another S word and Skanks came to my mind first...how odd :)

Oh, in other news, Matty (my bro) is back at school, Renny is in Australia for the semester and mom and dad are in St Maarten vacationing for their little anniversary. Poor pets are stuck at the house with Sito.

Can I get a HALLELUIAH for Sito. (If you don't know who Sito is, man are you missing out. She cooks the best food, cleans like a madwoman and could probably drive Mother Teresa crazy)

That's about all kids...I'll write again soon :)

Huh?

Ok, maybe being a motivational speaker isn't such a great idea. I don't want to live off government cheese in a van down by the river. I'll search for a new career.
I have to talk about something that is a really big part of my life right now. It consumes my every thought. I can't do anything without having images of this wonderful thing floating through my mind. It's just so, so....so gorgeous...and delicious. I could eat it allll day and never get tired of it. Of course, I do need to take breaks every now and again but it's just so good I can't stay away for long. I'll be at work typing (as I am now) and the thought of it will come into my head and that's it. I can't function anymore, I have to take a few moments to compose myself and then I'm ok. In fact, I think I have to go satisfy my urges right now because this blog has gotten me all heated over it. I bet you reallllly want to know what I'm talking about eh? Mmmmmm.....Chalupas at Taco Bell....

Matt Foley

Before I get to the main purpose of this blog, let give a big shout out to mama assie...WHAT'S UP MAMA!!!! I gave my mom this blog website but don't any of you hold back what you want to write on account of my ma. She's the shizzy (that's right, I called my mom the shizzy).
Ok, now on to what I was going to write about. Many people hear the name Matt Foley and think only one thing:
"I am Matt Foley, and I am a motivational speaker." I could put a slew of other quotes in here, but I'm going to hold back. Just remember, Chris Farley, a small suit coat, and "living in a van down by the river."
So what does Matt Foley have to do with me? I've decided that (holy shit) having a good attitude at work actually makes your job suck less. So I've decided to leave my military career behind and adopt a new career to help other people understand this concept. At my new job when I introduce myself to people it's going to sound a little something like this: "I am Alyssa Astphan, and I am a motivational speaker." Whaddya think?
I KNOW! You think it's a great idea. Well...I'll be going now but I'll catch you all here later. Peace!