Get Your Nails Done, Get Your Hair Did

In my quest for Kardashian-esque hair, I sojourned to the hair dresser with a plan in my head and some cash in my pocket.

Three hours later...
I'm a happy camper.


"Tower this is Ghost Rider requesting a fly-by"

"That's right Ice...man. I am dangerous."

"I feel the need...the need for speed."

"And if you screw up just this much, you'll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dog *poo* out of Hong Kong."

"Communicating. Keeping up foreign relations. You know, giving him the bird."

"Too close for missiles...I'm switching to guns."

"Goose, whose butt did you kiss to get in here anyway?"

"Take me to bed or lose me forever."

"When are you going to stop those jockeys doing a fly-by on my tower at over 400 knots. I want somebody's butt, I want it now, I've had it!"


Slug Poo and Other Curious Business

Once upon an evening as I scrubbed the dinner wreckage, I looked out the window and discovered a mysterious creature. After intense examination we decided this mysterious creature was a slug. A big brown blob camping on my typhoon shutters. Eww, gross. Forget questions about how he got there, I wanted to know what was coming out of him.
The jury was out on whether the big brown blob was laying some babies or dropping a deuce, but Baldo's research concluded that BBB was indeed "dumping his truck."

That jerk pooed on my shutters!
And for the record, as soon as he took care of business he bolted. I feel so used.

On a brighter note there has been a strange sighting in the casa de Besich. We were lucky to catch a glimpse of the intruder before she apparated. We have nicknamed her "The Yellow Power Ranger." She's sneaky, she's quick, and she's strikingly beautiful dangerous.


Moving on, last night I found my new favorite snack.

To whatever genius married my two favorite flavors, BBQ and curry, into one treat: thank you.

Get funky!


Housewives of Guam

One word perfectly describes the last nine and a half weeks of my life- unemployment.
I read, I cleaned, I cooked, I shopped, I unpacked, I organized, I dreamed and I made important decisions.

I became a legit housewife.

I've considered petitioning Bravo to bring their drama-packed reality show to Guam.

Here is my resumè:

I make scrumptastic cake balls. You can't have just one.

I wash dishes by hand.

I'm a skilled beach bum.

I only eat high quality cuisine.

Following the steps of former "Housewives" I plan on releasing my first album. Shocked to find out I could sing? You're not the only one...

And like any singing power-couple the hubster and I would perform a duo. Soon you'll hear our names tossed around like Jay-Z and Beyoncè; Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood.

Passion? I've got it.

Kids in the neighborhood call me Chef Boyardee.

I'm always up for a workout.

Hopefully ABC will invite me to participate on DWTS. I have a mean lasso move.

I also try to make the world a more beautiful place...one person at a time.

How can Bravo pass up this plethora of material?


Things That Make Me Go WHOA

Hiking Mount Lam Lam

Our destination...

Almost there!

Oh hello, Virgin Mary, fancy meeting you here.

Needless to say I made it to the top in one piece, but next time I'll bring a machete. I don't have a picture of me on the summit because, well, because...I don't really know why. Use your imagination.

Mount Lam Lam makes me go WHOA!


Welcome to the Jungle

Three weeks ago we moved into our new pad. We scored a nice little duplex situated deep in the jungle of Yigo, Guam. Care for a tour? Please, join me...

the facade

our yard/parking lot

view from the front door
f.y.i. those are banana trees. I just found out yesterday.

Now let us take a look inside where the magic happens...

family room

my work space

the kitchen
Pink cabinetry is SO in right now. My fridge has feet...

the master suite

the uber spacious hall closet

the guest/storage wing
We are now accepting reservations. We might even clear out the boxes for you.

engineering at its finest
Sadly, the a/c vents didn't aim downwards. This is how we fixed it.

our froggy friend who visits every night
He blends in with the concrete slab a bit...hopefully he doesn't get stepped on!

The Chamorro culture has taught me that we need no more than the basics for survival and happiness. The furniture you see came with the house, we gave up the luxury of having two cars, and we don't have a washer, dryer, microwave or dishwasher, and yet, we are happily surviving. Perhaps "surviving" isn't the right word. We are happily living.