health, home, life

ChÜberlist 2017 UPDATE!

So let’s find out if February was a failure or a success in terms of ChÜberlist completions. What was the list again?

1. Lose 10% of my current total body weight. – HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I am not even thinking about this. It’s fucking March already, though, so I should do something. OH—I am drinking more water and am basically caffeine free so that’s a pretty big deal. I drink Caffeine Free Diet Coke because I guess this is my version of vaping. Also, I’m sure the sodium has some kind of hook on me, too, but all the water drinking is good.
2. Practice better drug adherence. – I have been better; I think I’ve only maybe missed doses once a week or so which is an incredible improvement.
3. Get a haircut that I can maintain. – Still ponytailing it around. Maybe next month…
4. Sleep like a normal human being. – LOL, yeah, NO
5. Be conscious about my appearance. – I bought a new pair of jeans that isn’t tattered at the cuffs or crotch Or is 10 years old. What sucks though, is that they are HUGE on me and the next size down is a gut sucker. So I have to get a belt now?

1. I need a meal plan. – So I’ve had this dry erase calendar in my kitchen for years and I am using to plan meals. Unfortunately, I only used it for one week (but I do have a breakfast list on there which we are sticking to)

So sad -__-

2. I need a chore schedule. – Okay, I don’t have a schedule, but I have been doing things to try and keep myself more on task. Por ejemplo: I have a daily set of Corelle dishes but also mixed pieces that we’ve kept over the years. All of those dinner plates and dessert plates have been washed, plastic wrapped and put away so that I have to do dishes more regularly. It also forces me to hand wash things when necessary instead of just leaving it for next time.

See? Ducks in a row and wrapped up in plastic.

3. Major Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter cleaning. – I’ve been throwing out a ton of stuff. I cleaned out the kitchen desktop and cabinet; trashed all the mismatched glasses and mugs that haven’t been used for 15 years. This wasn’t even enough to donate—have you ever been in a thrift store? They have enough fucking Christmas mugs.
4. Get the ice maker fixed. – nay
5. Stop procrastinating on all of the minor repairs and projects. Here is a preliminary list of things that need to get done:
– mount and display Josh’s Tae Kwon Do belts and certificates
– hang blinds and curtains in kitchen
– regroup and hang family pictures
– hang up artwork that I bought 10 years ago OR donate it
– replace towel bars in kids’ bathroom and half bath
– repaint any rooms that need to be repainted (It’s been a long time and the kids’ rooms especially need paint in my opinion.)
Of course I did something not on this list but it still counts: I replaced the fluorescent light fixture in the kitchen over the desk. That was a pain in the ass because I never have the right tools, this house is 30 years old with 30 year old “fixes” and it’s hard to see with the power off. However, it works, I didn’t burn the house down and I didn’t electrocute myself.

It’s slimmer than the old one; I should paint…eventually.

1. Enforce a consistent school, practice, wake up and bedtime routine. – This worked for about two weeks. I need to get back on it.
2. School at the library or park once a week. – We’ve been pretty consistent about this one. I think we’ve maybe missed once?
3. Have lesson plans one month in advance. –I’m almost done with February! Oh wait, that’s not right.
4. Be more regimented on practice for extra curricular activities. – UGH
5. Help the kids stay on task with cleaning their rooms. – This is actually going pretty well. Their rooms are always going to be messy because they’re kids (Robin’s more than Josh’s) but they stay on task better. Little habits, little habits.

No need to list; I’ve done absolutely nothing.

1. Revamp the fish tanks. – I’ve started!
2. Wash my car once a month (inside and out) – I half assed it, but I did clean out some stuff.

So I have been doing things to try to improve my life. I think march will be better for no reason other than to be hopeful. A lot of things got in the way this past month like meetings with teachers, car accident, the Mr’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. Months with holidays always throw the proverbial wrench in your schedule.

Overall, I’m not disappointed at my progress. I need to speed it up, but this isn’t a bad start out of the gate.

children, crafty, health, home, life

ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug


It’s still January!  I’m not that late!

 ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug has finally arrived!
ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug has finally arrived!

Here is my current list conveniently sorted in pseudo categories.  As always, I’ll probably add more to the list just so I can mark it off my list because I like meaningless achievements.

I really need these. Click the picture to buy me the pack!
I really need these. Click the picture to buy me the pack!

One thing I didn’t put on my list this year:  Quit smoking.  I have always had that on my list as a gimme since I don’t smoke, but I’m trying to be an adult so I decided against it.


1. Lose 10% of my current total body weight.  Unfortunately, NASA scientists are all busy at the moment so I can’t post any numbers right now.

They were busy with Barney's bar tab.
They were busy with Barney’s bar tab.

2. Practice better drug adherence. I’m shit at taking medicine at the right time…and I’m terribly inconsistent. So basically, I am a child and need to be reminded about everything, every day, forever.
3. Get a haircut that I can maintain. I’m going to be 38 fucking years old this year. I should grow beyond the ponytail. Basically, I need to stop being lazy about my hair. For the record, I’m starting to go gray and I don’t give a shit about dyeing it.
4. Sleep like a normal human being. “OH I’M SO TIRED” Maybe if I wasn’t up until 3 AM every night and up in the actual morning hours I wouldn’t be so fucking tired all the time. As noted in #2 above, I am a child and need a bedtime and bedtime routine. I need to learn how to be an adult.
5. Be conscious about my appearance. I know this is a newsflash, but I am not a big fan of myself, in literally any way you can think of. Since I think so little of myself, I have basically gotten to the point in my life that I only care about what I’m wearing or what I look like so I don’t embarrass my family. When I’m out alone, I am an even bigger mess than usual.


1. I need a meal plan. Other than texting the Mr. at 6:30 with the usual “what for dinner?” Frozen breakfast is the first plan because that’s easy. Breakfast sandwiches and burritos, muffins, smoothie mixes. Then I’ll work my way up to having prepared food. I don’t know when I stopped really preparing meals to freeze. I did totally do it once, though now it had become more of a myth than anything.
2. I need a chore schedule. See #2 of Self. I am a child and need to be reminded about everything, every day, forever. Everything in my house is at some stage between cluttered and disgusting. My ultimate goal is to have a home that someone could stop by unexpectedly and I wouldn’t force them to stay outside.

How many decades will this strike last?
Strike also applies to brownies, domovois, heinzelmännchen

3. Major Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter cleaning. I need to declutter like no one’s business. I think if I haven’t used it in 10 years, I probably don’t need it. A handwriting worksheet from when Josh was 3 is probably also unnecessary to retain for his records.
4. Get the ice maker fixed. You’d think a simple task like calling a repair man wouldn’t take multiple years to do, but here we are.  It gets its own number because it’s been literally years.  I need to do this.  Eventually.
5. Stop procrastinating on all of the minor repairs and projects. Here is a preliminary list of things that need to get done:
– mount and display Josh’s Tae Kwon Do belts and certificates
– hang blinds and curtains in kitchen
– regroup and hang family pictures
– hang up artwork that I bought 10 years ago OR donate it
– replace towel bars in kids’ bathroom and half bath
– repaint any rooms that need to be repainted (It’s been a long time and the kids’ rooms especially need paint in my opinion.)

1. Enforce a consistent school, practice, wake up and bedtime routine. Which mostly means I need to have a routine. I’m the worst.

I have an alarm clock that can go off at two different times. I am slowly learning how to not sleep through both.
I have an alarm clock that can go off at two different times. I am slowly learning how to not sleep through both.

2. School at the library or park once a week. They need to learn to work with distractions and we are too cooped up in the house anyway.
3. Have lesson plans one month in advance. I can always improvise, but not every day.
4. Be more regimented on practice for extra curricular activities. I’m the worst, the WORST at practicing violin. And Tae Kwon Do kicks.
5. Help the kids stay on task with cleaning their rooms. Did I mention I’m the worst at everything?

1. Finish hand quilting that giant king sized quilt.
2. Finish water color painting.
3. Sketchbook every day. Eventually.
4. Teach Robin to sew and to knit (those were her resolutions, so now they’re mine as well)
5. Knit at least 2 pair of socks.
6. Blog at least once a week.

Quantity over quality is easy since the quality has been at zero since 2006
Quantity over quality is easy since the quality has been at zero since 2006

1. Revamp the fish tanks.
2. Wash my car once a month (inside and out)

Whoooooo! So, 23 whole resolutions. To be fair, that’s a lot if I’m actually doing this. There are other personal goals I have this year but I’m not interested in airing all my dirty laundry to the world. Just the grossest pieces, I guess. I’m glad that I’m reviving the ChÜberlist; I’d like to believe that it means that I’m still alive and motivated on improving myself, even if it’s at a slug’s pace.

children, life

She’s Only 7

I want to make light of this and joke that she’s too young to start her emo stage, but holy crap, my baby.

My baby.

It made me cry.
It made me cry.

She brought this into my room tonight because she wanted my opinion “if it’s any good or not”.

The World

The world is mean
the world is nice.
The world is Not fair
The world is Fair.
NO the world is nice, mean
fair and not fair
like you and me.

Obviously I corrected ‘worold’ to ‘world’. She has expressed this level of thinking in her private journal (not her school journal) which she uses to handle her emotions and occasional Simpson doodle. I only read it when she asks me to, when she’s embarrassed to tell me something, for instance:

frater was the word she was missing, fyi
frater was the word she was missing, fyi

I’m beyond happy that she’s feeling out her emotions and being creative and all that but still.  She should be writing poems about rainbows and unicorns, right?

NO.  Nevermind.  Seriously, nevermind.
NO. Nevermind. Seriously, nevermind.

Anyway… ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug is on its way, but I’ve been actually doing some of the stuff on the list (starting, anyway) so I’ve been mildly preoccupied.

children, health, home, life, web

Something to Talk About

3 Months!

Everything has happened, so let’s have a photo dump:

1. Halloween happened and it was awesome.

Ghost Bride and Harry Potter
Ghost Bride and Harry Potter

Moaning Myrtle married Harry Potter?  Nah.  I asked Robin what her back story was and she said her father murdered her right before she got married.  What the fuck, kid.


Her dress is a Cheapos Thrift find for either $5 or $10.  I can’t remember now.  I believe it’s a size 4, so lots of alterations.  I appreciate how the kids seem to be taking turns wanting homemade vs. store bought costumes which makes me very grateful.  My wrists are 99% now and I can do things.  Without pain, even!

Now I have TWO strong hands.
Now I have TWO strong hands.

2.  Joshua became a Cobra Kai.

Serious kid is serious.
Serious kid is serious.

Okay, maybe not.  His uniform has sleeves, so he can’t be Cobra Kai.  Yet.  He joined the intermediate black belt training, tested for his second level brown belt (red is next!) and started weapons training.

I’m particularly proud of how dedicated he is.  $200 of his own money went to paying for gear (weapons, bag, pads).  He is getting $25 a month back from Mom and Dad, but he made the initial investment.  He’s more mature and responsible than I am.

3.  There was an election of some sort which I deem completely unnecessary for discussion here.

Regardless of which side, your vote didn't matter.
Regardless of which side, your vote didn’t matter.

4.  Robin started with a new violin teacher.  She’s also now in a 1/4 size violin.  She also had a birthday and it was all good.

“hair crayons” are exactly what they sound like.

5.  Christmas!  I honestly don’t have any good pictures of the kids from Christmas because I’m an asshole I guess.  But I have the next best thing:

Santa is shorter in person.
Santa is shorter in person.
His elves are adorable jerks, though.
His elves are adorable jerks, though.
It has a HOOD!
It has a HOOD!
He couldn't care less that is has a hood.
He couldn’t care less that is has a hood.

6.  We had a blizzard and it was horrifying.

Behold the wrath of Mother Nature!
Behold the wrath of Mother Nature!

In case I didn’t feel crazy enough, I’ve decided to do ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug.  It’s already a couple of weeks late so I’m off to a great start.

I'm getting ready, 2017.  Time to get serious.
I’m getting ready, 2017. Time to get serious.

Finally! An Update!

Oy.  I am the worst of the worst.  Not because I haven’t blogged, but because I am stuck in a really shitty malaise.  As I age (badly and ungracefully) I find that my body is much more sensitive to medicines and their affects.  Some drugs stay in my system forever and others leave me too quickly.  A drug that once had lingering effects 24 to 48 hours after ingesting now is on a tighter timeline.  Other drugs that I could double up on and barely feel relief from are now flooring me with what should be its prescribed dosage.

What a pain.

It’s never this fun. I’m a bit too anti-social for cocaine. Or tea parties.

So what this means is that there is less leeway in the drugs I take for my depression, my Ambien sometimes makes me want to die (and if I take half a dose it does nothing), and I’m constantly anxious about whether or not I’m getting worse or if I’m just not scheduled enough or if I didn’t get enough sleep or if the moon is in the seventh house.  Fun.

I’m torn between ‘talk to a new doctor/your old doctor’ and ‘stop being a stupid baby, you stupid baby’.  ‘See if you need to adjust your medicines’ to ‘stop being a lazy asshole’.  As if suddenly becoming a caffeine free, gluten free vegan on a cruelty free patchouli oil only diet would solve all my problems.  I don’t know, maybe it would, but so many murders would take place between now and then.

This is a poor rendering. The murder is really not visible. It’s actually underneath the skin of the entire rest of the body.

I have been making some positive changes, like quitting Weight Watchers.  That was my fat tax every month for 8 months or so.  I used it maybe 3 times.  I’ve used it with success in the past, but my mindset has been garbage now for so long so it’s pretty worthless.  Sadly, as I’m typing this out, I realize how shitty my mindset *has* been and for how long.  Ugh.  For Christmas I bought myself a $10 5-cup coffee pot for my bedroom to make hot tea.  I’m drinking some (decaffeinated) hot tea before bed as a bedtime ritual.  It might help, but at the very least, it doesn’t hurt.  I’m trying to listen to my body as it screams at me to sleep and rest.  These don’t even seem like drops in the bucket though.  More like a…dampness.  A dew?  I need to make some real changes and I know this.  But I’m a CHILD and I DON’T WANT TO.  THINGS ARE HARD TO DO.

I found white hair in my hairbrush.  Not just a stray hair like I’ve been finding since I was a teenager (when you have black hair, you notice these things right away) but hair in my hairbrush.  I used to pull out my white and skunk hair (half black, half white) because that’s what the women in my family always did.  I’d sit on the back of the sofa and pull my aunts’ white hairs for 10 cents each.  They were only in their 20s and early 30s at that point, so as a kid, I knew they were too young to have gray hair.  So when I started noticing my own, the immediate action was to remove it.  Yes, I know that it just comes back and sticks out even more because it’s shorter than the rest.  Yes, I know that pulling one gray hair doesn’t mean that two will grow back in its place.  Yes, I know that dyeing my hair is an option.  It is and it isn’t.  I’ve seen what black hair dye looks like on old Asian women and it’s BLACK.  Like, BLACK-BLACK.  Like coal dust or something.  It has never looked natural to me, so I am probably going to go gray naturally.

Perception: ?? Reality.

Weird fact:  I’ve always wanted to dye my hair white.  Okay, maybe *not* so weird.  I keep thinking now is the time to do it, but my hair is super long right now and home dyeing will damage it like crazy.  Not to mention it probably wouldn’t work, even if I bleached my hair first.

So while there is no Chuberlist this year (as there hasn’t been a real one in quite some time), I do have the standard goals that most people have: eat better, exercise more.  Journal old school style with paper and pen, blog more.  Face more demons.  More school.  Learn something.  I plan on reading more and I have some bigger projects in my head that I would like to complete.  I need to buy a new sewing machine (mine broke!) and a new fish tank (upgrade!) and new glasses (I’m blind!) and a new car (yeah right!).  Or at least, service my car to keep it running for another 11 years.

So in the mean time, I’m going to try to grow up some and be a moderately responsible adult.  I’m officially going to be in my LATE 30’s this year, so better late than never. I’m not going to hold my breath or anything, but I am at least making an attempt.  I hope the New Year is good for you and I hope it will be good for me, too.

Motivate yourself.

Off to a good start

Well, I’m a bit over a week into the new year and I have to say I’m not doing too bad.  Still married (1), not dead (2) and my nails are decidedly less vagrant-like (9).  I..uh…ate a banana today, so I’ve got that going for me (21).

I need to add to my list a bit:

Stuff I forgot
36. One recipe a month from The Asian Grandmother’s Cookbook
37. Repair all of the family quilts.
38. Reconstruct the Mr’s quilt (handmade by his grandmother, no pressure)
39. Re stain the deck
40. Earn the Insane and the Beloved titles.
41. Read books out of my comfort zone; challenge my spongy little pea-brain
42. Take more pictures.
43. Take more naps.
44. Make 300/1000 paper cranes.

In other news, Wendy’s seizures have progressed to nearly a daily occurrence.  I am going to have to call around tomorrow for seizure medication.

Sad wiener is sad.

This is seriously stressing me out.  Medicine = Money  I’m sure I’ll post soon about how much medicine is going to cost and bitch a lot and stress and worry.  I’ll also have to update and re-evaluate my list soon.  More tomorrow!


Merry Christmas/Happy New Year/Joyeux ChÜberlist: 2014–The Year of the Things

HI.  I really want to backdate this entry, but what’s the fun in that?

Unrelated: It’s past midnight right now and I’m watching the Cotton Bowl and screaming at the TV.  It’s a serious butt-clencher, so bear with me.

I have so much to talk about so I don’t even know where to start.  First, I’ve done the unthinkable:

I have been Diet Coke free for a month.

I know, I can barely believe it either.  I realized that as I’ve aged (horribly) that I am more sensitive to medicines and drugs.  And since I was one step away from mainlining Diet Coke it mildly affected my sleeping pattern.  Apparently being tired all the time isn’t normal.  So, I’m still tired all the time, but now it’s just because I’m lazy and not because I’ve been up all night.  Baby steps.

Secondly, I’ve been playing WoW again and having a great time.  I finally got Nagrand Slam (months ago) which I hadn’t been able to do in all of my previous incarnations.


It’s the little, insignificant things in my imaginary life that make me happy.  Imaginary awards are where it’s at.

The holidays were a crap shoot but I made a literal (not literal) ton of food.  HOLY SHIT THAT TURNOVER AND TOUCH DOWN WITH 55 SECONDS LEFT ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?  I had an out of town guest!  Crazy pants.  The kids had a great Christmas.  Here are my favorite pictures:

Every girl wants a cold mist humidifier!
The enthusiasm for this set of bakeware is electric!

Those boxes  may or may not have had girly Legos and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle figures.  Maybe next year they’ll both have matured enough to appreciate the gift of self sufficient baking and well hydrated sinuses.

I have so much more to discuss, but it will have to wait.  Here’s the plan for this year:

1. Stay married.  2013 was a year wrought with bullshit on all sides.   It’s complicated and dumb and there were lawyers and things.  But, after everything, it boils down to being deliberate with actions and choices.  
2. Don’t kill myself.  Or, more specifically, to be more accepting of my own mental illness.  I’ve had serious struggles with depression throughout my life (nature and nurture, yay) and it’s just come to a point in my life where I refuse to have terror discussing it.
3. Donate my hair to Pantene Beautiful Lengths
4. Buy more track pants.  Because I can’t bring myself to wear sweat pants out in public and track pants are still bad but also comfy.
5. Quit buying souvenir tee shirts.  At least buy a fucking polo or hooded sweatshirt.  Pleb. 
6. Have “dinner” clothes. Jeans and a tee shirt are not acceptable for all restaurants. 
7. Organize my life, at least a little bit.  I have had this book for so many years and just realized that the cover showed ‘ducks in a row’.  I’m slowwwwwww.
8. Own more footwear than flip flops and men’s tennis shoes.  Not uncomfortable shoes, mind you, but maybe nothing orthopedic. 
9. Manicure.  Not just because I don’t want to look like a vagrant, but also because I read somewhere, sometime, in a land far, far away that painting your fingernails is important for your mental well being.  There are few other activities where you have to simply sit and wait.

More Stuff
10. Sky Scarf  I’m going to call it a Skarf.
11. Finish Christmas stockings
12. Plan Christmas crafts for 2014, finish by October 31
13. Birthday socks for the kids done ON TIME for once.
14. New hats and scarves for the kids by Thanksgiving
15. Quilt all the things!
16. Clean up my fucking craft room for once
17. Recreate and chart the only two hand made things I have left from my Grandmother
18. Argyle something

Other things
19. Fix my knee either by doctor or amputation
20. Stay caffeine free
21. Eat fruit and yogurt every day.    This is nice…I ate a huge plate of pizza rolls the other day
22. Start tracking my water intake and drink enough plain water a day to pass the pee test
23. Wake up at 7 AM to have an hour to myself before the kids want something
24. Journal every day, even if it’s just one word
25. Learn to meditate without falling asleep

Everything else
26. Replace master bath sink faucets by myself.
27. Replace shower door.
28. Paint everything in the bathroom
29. Seal off jets in tub to make a soaking tub.
30. Blog more regularly, multiple times a week.
31. Watch more movies.
32. Get the ice maker fixed
33. Comment more on blogs I like.  I did this tonight and I got a notice that it went directly to spam.  And then I crawled back into my creeper hole in the ground.
34. Accept my weird and creepy nature.  Specifically, I’m just  myself.  I’d rather say something overly nice and risk being weird and creepy to have the slim chance of making someone happy.
35. Give people the benefit of the doubt when they say something nice to me.  As opposed to immediately thinking they’re making fun of me.  Which they usually are.  Which I’m sure they’re not.

I feel like I should add more to this; as usual I’ll probably add more later and give myself extra credit.

I need extra credit on my own resolution list.

Happy New Year!


RE: ChÜberlist 2012

Oh what a fucking fuck fuck this year has been.  First, the numbers:

Of the whopping 38 things I wanted to do this year, I did 17 things.   Ugh.  45% is not my worst by any means, but I seriously expected to do better since I had fewer items on my list.  And then everything went all to shit and here we are.  I think I’ll declare that from now on, election years are totally out of the question.  Or maybe years when a parent dies. Or when a cat dies.  Or while I have children living in my home.

Oh fuck it.  You know I’m already working on my ChÜberlist 2013, right?  Masochist.

I do have plans, you know.  For instance, this:

Look at that crazy person handwriting.

In other news, I hope you had a nice Christmas or Hanukkah  or Winter Solstice or what the fuck ever you were doing for the past few weeks.

My sole Christmas present. She’s cute, though.  The laptop doesn’t count.

New Year’s Eve is here and I plan on having a better time this year.  No apocalypses scheduled, no serious drama on the horizon.  Famous last words, right?



Not referring to Viking Kittens, but just as great.  In addition to puzzles, I’ve been reading! Books!  Though, these are graphic novels.  Still good stories and yes, I am reading actual books, too.  But these go by so fast and they’re great, so I thought I’d share:

Anya's Ghost

Anya’s Ghost was great.  I loved it.

Anya could really use a friend. But her new BFF isn’t kidding about the “Forever” part . . .

Of all the things Anya expected to find at the bottom of an old well, a new friend was not one of them. Especially not a new friend who’s been dead for a century.

Falling down a well is bad enough, but Anya’s normal life might actually be worse. She’s embarrassed by her family, self-conscious about her body, and she’s pretty much given up on fitting in at school. A new friend—even a ghost—is just what she needs.

Or so she thinks.

I don’t try too hard to speculate while reading, and I liked the little twist in the story.  There was a real element of horror in it, but I am the type to really put myself in the story whether it’s a graphic novel or a 600 page epic.  It’s well written and well drawn and appeals to my never relenting inner angst-y teenage girl.

American Born Chinese

American Born Chinese has been on my watch list for a long time now.  I’ve been wanting to read this forever and I can’t thank my local library enough for having good stuff.

Jin Wang starts at a new school where he’s the only Chinese-American student. When a boy from Taiwan joins his class, Jin doesn’t want to be associated with an FOB like him. Jin just wants to be an all-American boy, because he’s in love with an all-American girl. Danny is an all-American boy: great at basketball, popular with the girls. But his obnoxious Chinese cousin Chin-Kee’s annual visit is such a disaster that it ruins Danny’s reputation at school, leaving him with no choice but to transfer somewhere he can start all over again. The Monkey King has lived for thousands of years and mastered the arts of kung fu and the heavenly disciplines. He’s ready to join the ranks of the immortal gods in heaven. But there’s no place in heaven for a monkey. Each of these characters cannot help himself alone, but how can they possibly help each other? They’re going to have to find a way—if they want fix the disasters their lives have become.

It was super good!  I’m totally biased because I am the American born Chinese/Thai in my family.  I’m a super huge fan of stories that start out separately and slowly become intertwined by the end.  What’s amusing to me is that this story appeals to my current self as opposed to my teenaged self–I have more problems fitting in now than I ever did in my little podunk home town.

Lesson learned from both stories:  just be yourself.  Very nice.

Oh, P.S:  This is a hilarious excerpt from American Born Chinese:

The only way I can listen to Backstreet Boys.


Lies I Tell Myself: I’m a grown up!

But...but...I *AM* a grown up! Kind of. Sort of.

I don’t think I’ll ever feel like an adult.  Less than a week ago, I had an anime poster and Halloween decorations on the wall of my bedroom.  My bedroom furniture consisted of a TV stand/entertainment center from 10 years ago, two microwave carts as bedside tables, a king sized mattress and box spring on a frame, and a $20 shelf from Wal-Mart.  Only toward the middle of last year we were finally able to use a dresser made of actual wood and not plastic drawers.  Then, over the New Year holiday weekend did everything change:

This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife.

The color is Lowe’s Valspar paint in Spanish Green.  That link takes forever to load, but the color is pretty spot on.  The mattress is waist high for me, so getting in and out is a struggle.  Like, a struggle.  Fortunately, I’m lazy, so once I’m in bed, I don’t get out much.

We spent a fair amount of money on the furniture and mattress set, but frankly, I deserve it.  And we’re not going into any kind of debt for it, so that’s an added bonus.  It’s solid mahogany and the new mattress is heavenly.  I took a quick peek to see what other beds and night stand similar to this cost and I found this, which was definitely much more than what I paid for my bed.  When you start comparing mattresses and nightstands at the same quality, I made out like a bandit.  I know it’s totally cliche and nerdy, but it feels like a hotel.  I’m quite happy and think that after 9 years of living in my house I deserve to put some money into my bedroom.

Not a bad way to start 2012.  Though, to be fair, this is a sure sign of the apocalypse.