>Guilty Pleasures

>It seems I have a penchant for anything “cheesy.” 

Whether we talk about movies, boy bands, stupid songs, etc., I always gravitate toward the odd things.

Take my liking of certain movies.  I can’t tell you what they are now since they will have their own “Guilty Pleasures” post.  Rest assured that if they are ever played on t.v., I will stop everything and watch them.

Hello…My name is Queen Frigid and I am addicted to ConAir

Not that ConAir!!!

I am talking about the movie!!

This movie been showing on Encore for the past week.  What a guilty pleasure and treat!! 

If you haven’t watched this master piece of Hollywood, DO IT NOW. 

Where else are you going to find these great lines? (if you click on the link, it will take you to imdb and to the bio of the actor who played the character that I am quoting).

Duncan Malloy: Beautiful? Sunsets are beautiful, newborn babies are beautiful. This… this is fucking spectacular!

Garland Greene: What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?

Garland Greene: [talking about Billy Bedlam] He’s a font of misplaced rage. Name your cliché; Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he’s so angry moments of levity actually cause him pain; gives him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts.

Cameron Poe: They somehow managed to get every creep and freak in the universe onto this one plane. And then somehow managed to let them take it over. And then somehow managed to stick us right smack in the middle.

Garland Greene: Define irony. Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.

See what I mean?  Now go and enjoy this gem!

What are your guilty pleasures this week??


>Douche of the Week Award

>I am should be might be am not working this morning though I really have to show my face in the back of the shop!

(a few minutes later)

Okay, I am back.


Blogging was defenitely not in my plans today.  I have to work to provide for my family.  It is almost the end of the month at work and things get a bit hectic.  Adding to the stress is the fact that I work for my family business, FullEclipse’s paper is not half ready to be review, blah blah…taking time off during my day is not wise.

Then again…have I ever been wise?  Wait, I am Queen Frigid!  Of course I am wise.

Have you noticed how I tend to go off on tangents?

Okay…the reason why I am blogging today is that no matter what I do to avoid running into some people behaving rather stupidly, they always find me.

Starbucks seems to be a breeding ground for this misfits.
Today’s Award goes to women in groups who go to Starbucks to take up my precious time!

Come on ladies!  Brave women have fought such great battles to advance our sex.  We have fought to earn equal pay (still working) and receive some respect from our male counterparts.  Yet, you continue to behave in such a way that even makes me wonder if we belong in the kitchen.  Well…YOU belong in the kitchen.

Not only are they not regular customers, they walk as though the world belongs to them.  You know, like we all should fawn over their omnipotent presence (kuddos on my use of words).

They were bitchy at my Baristas.  They complained about the order, but not to the Baristas.  Oh no, these crazy bitches/ hens made snippy remarks.  Seriously, where is a flame thrower when you need one?

Oh here is the kicker….they had this “holier than thou” aura.  They made it seem like they had tons of money.  Oh really?  Then, why are you bitching about spending $40.00 on a wallet?  Why are you up so early and in not your best of clothes?  Oh and why are you cramming into an old beat up car?

Is pretending to be a hobo in this month in the land of the rich?  I don’t think so.

You think you are made out of money?  I think not.


Stop being a bitch….get a better car…buy better clothes, and order more expensive drinks if you crazy hens want to improve your lives.

Quit being idiodict and let me order my fucking drink!

While you are at it, stop setting the women’s movement back fifty years!

Congrats on being a douche this week!

>AFK for a few days!

>Seriously, where does my time go?

I might have to take some classes in time management because no matter how hard I try, it seems I always run out of time and energy to blog.

This was a good weekend. FullEclipse and I went out on an date! Well, we went to a friend’s birthday party, but it was nice to escape parenthood for a few hours. We had good food and great conversations with everyone. We really should go out more often!

We had plans for this weekend. Another friend is having a birthday party in San Diego, but FullEclipse has a huge project to finish for school. The professor bumped up the due date so we are stuck. He said he would finish it in time, but I don’t want to rush him. Plus, I am helping him proof read it so I will need some time.  I am so pissed that I will miss this friend’s party.  But, oh well!

I know you might be wondering how in hell I could help my husband since my writing is substandard at best. well, I don’t proofread my blog and I just tend to write what is on my mind. If I were to write as if I were in school or at work, I would never get anything off my chest. I would focus on sounding perfect that my true feelings would be left behind.

Anyway, I might not be blogging much in the next week unless it’s my Guilty Pleasures Wednesday.

Wish me lots of luck! 

Now, go on and multiply 😛

>Guilty Pleasures – Take Three!

>For someone who is not a junior petite, I love fashion.

Victoria Beckhman is probably my fashion Goddess.  I will be the first one to admit that if my fashion statements were a test, I would get a giant ZERO!!

Yet…I know better than to wear a trend that was over years ago.

Not me!

Here is my guilty pleasure:

Hello…my name is Queen Frigid and I am addicted to UGG shoes.  I think I own about five pairs.

There, I have said it.

Holy Anna Wintour, is this for real?

I assure you that I am very serious about this issue!

I don’t know what it is about the shoes eye sores that I actually like.

Let’s be honest, they are not the greatest looking things in the world.  Maybe, they grew on me because they are quit comfy.  Who doesn’t love comfy shoes?  To hell with the heat.  Wait a minute, my philosophy on shoes has always been, style before comfort.  What is going on??

When UGGS first got popular, I went to my faithful shoe salesman to purchase them.  I gotta say, I put that man’s kids through college.  To this day, I am not allowed to go near this man.  He has memorized my shoe size.  All I have to do is show up and he will find what I want.  SCARY!

I live in Southern California so the whole thought of UGGS seems ridiculous.  Who cares?  Isn’t CA some sort of mecca for odd fashion statements?  If it isn’t, I am making it official.

Even if it’s 100 degrees outside, I still wear my UGGS.  I even wear them with shorts!! Definitely a fashion, dont’!

You want to know the irony of this whole UGG rant?  I never wore them when I lived in Chicago and it snowed!


I will never learn.

What are you guilty pleasures this week?

>I wish I had a witty title for this


How can I write this without feeling like the biggest loser that every existed!?  Not that I am because I totally rock, but every now and then it is good to feel human >:)



Here it goes:

My name is QueenFrigid and I am learning how to drive…
…at almost 3-1 years old…for the first time!

Okay, not for the first time.  I took three classes about four years ago.  I am sure I remember something.  I don’t count my dad teaching me for five minutes because I almost got us into an accident.  Everyone in the household likes to forget about that incident. 

If my previous six hours of driving experience are not enough to ease your mind, please rest assured that I got my learner’s permit (after failing the test once!) so I sort of know the rules of the road.

For example, take a look at the picture to your left.  I would never leave my door opened like this lady.  NEVER!  What was she thinking?  See, you are safe with me on the road!  Please do not get me started on her choice of shoes!

Perhaps I should have warned you to sit down before giving you these news.  Then again, I am known for being very blunt at times.

In case you fainted, what you read is true!

How many people do you know that at my age don’t know how to drive?  If you have met someone like me, send me their information because I would love to get together and swap stories.

I am sure you might be wondering why it took me so long to get behind the wheel.

I wish I had a great story to tell.  You know, the kind of story that is full of the awesomeness that it is I.  Sadly, no story exists. 

To be quite honest, I never had the need to drive.  I got driven to my high school.  When I went to college (and failed for the first two years due to laziness), I took the bus or walked.  The campus was so close to my home that I never thought about taking a car.  See, even then I was thinking about going green and saving the planet.

A few years later, I got married and my husband drove me to work.  We both worked (and still do) for my family business.  There was no need to buy a second car.  We spent all of our time together.  Why bother with the expense. 

After my divorce, my parents drove me to work and home.  I still lived at home and worked for them, so there was no need for me to drive.  

When I moved to Chicago, the public transportation system was so good and reliable (even in the suburbs) that driving was not necessary.  I moved back to California only to find myself remarried, super happy, and pregnant.  Because of my pregnancy, I couldn’t really learn how to drive.  My priorities changed and I could not stay up past 6:00 p.m.  How could I have penciled in time to drive with that crazy sleeping schedule?

Finally, when I really wanted to get behind the wheel, my panic attacks became a major issue.  Driving was not at the top of the list of things I really wanted or could do.  My anxiety is still here, but I have to learn to deal with my fears.  I have to conquer them one by one.

You know what the sad thing about this story is?  (Hey, what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t teach you guys lesson?), all this time, my parents had a car for me!  It has been sitting in their driveway for years gathering dust.  It is in great condition.  I only need to pain it and install a new stereo and it is good to go.  With only 45,000 miles, how could it be wrong?  I am impressed that they haven’t sold the car.  They have had so many offers on it too.

FullEclipse, finally had enough of my fears.  He kind of forced me to take the first step.

I thank him for pushing me to drive though I will never admit it to him!

I have to tell you, not being able to drive at this age is more than crippling.  I always depend upon my parents and other people to take me where I need to go.  Thankfully, I am a bit of a recluse at times so it is not a big issue at times.  But…it still gets to me.  I try to pass it off as if it were nothing.

Well…my time is up.  It is time for me to finally go through that right of passage.

Today was my first lesson and it all went well! No children were harmed.  No dogs got ran over.  No old ladies flipped me off for being too slow.

I think I will be fine.  I don’t feel anxious at all!

Just be very careful tomorrow.  You never know if I will be behind you!

>Why I moderate my coments!


I hate censorship!

I always have and I always will.

Growing up, I had to choose my words carefully and I despised doing so.

To this day, I still have to watch what I say in front of my parents.

Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to have your mother tell you to “shhh…” or to just stop it?  It angers me.

Okay, that is underestimating how it feels.

I don’t know why I cave in and do what I am told.  After all, I am almost 31 years old (if you ever mention how old I am, I will DENY it).  I guess this is something I should write about later.  I just wanted to let it out all so that people could understand where I am coming from.

My point is, I hate to be censored and I really don’t like to censor what others say.  I like hearing other people’s opinions even if I don’t agree with what they say.

However, there are a few people in my past that have made some nasty remarks about me.  Nasty might not even begin to describe the hatred that spewed out of their mouths.  It all stems from my divorce.  The funny thing is that I this people NEVER liked me.  Yet, they went out of their way to blog about me after my first husband left me.  They lied about everything.  They never saw what happened behind closed doors.  They never even bothered to really ask us if everything was okay.

I should not have been surprised about it, but it still hurt A LOT.  I worked so fucking hard to be liked by these people and this is what I get.  Never mind that for ten years, I lost myself in my ex-husband’s world.  I forsook my other friendships and myself.  I lost it all when the divorce came through.  I still grieve the “friendships” that went away.

Part of moving on is not letting these people affect me.  I wish this was easier to do.  I have a hard time letting go of things.  Perhaps, this not letting go part of me is a catalyst to my anxiety.  My psychologist thought so.

As much as I would like to think that I have been forgotten, I still have to be careful.  I have a feeling that they might find this blog and use it to spew out more of their hatred for me and now my family.  I will not let this outlet become their platform to bash me.

I am deeply in love with my husband and daughter.  If my husband hadn’t found me, I would have probably killed myself.

I will not let these people come a shit all over it.

So I apologize if you always have to wait for my comments to be moderated.  It is not personal…unless you happen to be someone evil from my past.

>Today’s Guilty Pleasure

>Wow…is it Wednesday already!

It has been a week since I posted!

Seriously, who knew that proof reading FullEclipse’s PowerPoint presentation would take all of my free time away?

Well, let’s not wait anymore for I am SURE THINK somewhat sure that you want me to reveal today’s guilty pleasure.

Hello…My Name is Queen Frigid and I am addicted to horrible, cheesy songs….

Trust me, this isn’t like last week’s confession where I admitted to loving my boy bands. 

Oh no!  Let’s face it, horrible-cheesy songs come in every music genre.

I love listening to “Every Rose Has Its Thorn,” “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me,” “Macho Man,” anything Hannah Montana (lowers head in shame!)

Don’t get me started on the “Numa Numa” song.  If you don’t know what that is, just Google it.  I made a vow five years ago to learn it in Romanian, but much like me exercising, that promise is never  fulfilled.

So…yeah…I love cheesy songs.

Just never ever mention it to anyone.  I will deny it.

What are your guilty pleasures this week?

>Guilty Pleasures


Welcome to Queen Frigid’s first Wednesday Edition of “Guilty Pleasures!”

Most blogs I read have some sort of weekly event.  I tried to be creative and created “The Douche of the Week Award.”

However, I feel like I have, should, want to follow their lead, I have created a fun Wednesday event for my readers!  – Wait, do I have any readers?  Oh well!!!

What better way to celebrate the middle of the work week than by confessing what makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

Here we go:

My name is Queen Frigid and I have an addiction to 90s Boy Bands!!  Whenever I feel a bit emo, extra dorky, or just want a good trip to the past, I turn to my iPod and find the perfect tune.

I gotta say, I have a preference for British Boy Bands (Take That!).  But…Good Old American Boy Bands will do.  I still love my Backstreet Boys!

I wasn’t a huge fan of *NSYNC, but they will do the job.

Oh to be young again!

To feel in love…to remember life before Twilight.  Ack!!  Never mind!!  There is no life without Twilight!!

What are your guilty pleasures?

Image found at BSB


>And I am not talking about that hot Rain guy from Ninja Assassin!

See the picture to your left. 

Granted, the quality might not be the best, but you get the idea!!

For past two days, it has been quite cloudy in the cesspool I call Southern California. I am hoping to get actual rain sometime.  I will settle for a few rain drops.  Seriously, it gets so dry here!

Everyone that I have spoken to, agrees on one thing: this summer has not been as hot as the previous years.  I am so happy!  Let’s hope that this trend continues until December. 

I HATE the heat and the sun.  I should live in a place where it rains all the time.  The sun actually depresses me.  

People say that California has the best weather in the nation.  So what?  The school systems sucks, the economy sucks, the way people behave here sucks!  The nice weather is not a price I am willing to pay!

/end rant

The Rain image belongs to: link to Rain


>Seriously, where did June go?  Half the year cannot have gone by already!  Really? 

It feels like I have been gone forever. I had every intention to blog, but time just slipped away.  Maybe I had a memory lapse somewhere…hmm…what a mystery!

Getting older really sucks 🙂

Hey, at least I got my Eclipse fix this week. My very patient and loving husband took me out to see it on Wednesday. It was just so nice to have a date with him.

The weekend is upon me and I have no idea as to what to do! I supposed I could, should, must,will, might clean out Paczki’s closet.  She has a ton of clothes that need to be sorted, cleaned, and put away for the next child. 

At least, I will be able to celebrate 4th of July on a Sunday and have the next day to rest. 

By the way, did you know that being a vegetarian/pecetarean sucks during major holidays?  I mean, what am I supposed to grill?  How about eating Turkey?  Hmm….so many questions and so little time!!

Have a fun Holiday!!

PS All pictures are courtesy of the Internet.  I wish I knew how to reference them.  I like to give credit where credit is due!