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I'm now the proud owner of an iPad2 after much hesitation of wanting to join the Apple family. I'm hoping my PC and iPad can happily co-exist. Three things need to happen now.
1. My case must come as fast as lightning because I want to start traveling with my iPad everywhere.
2. I need to find a cute affordable satchel for work to carry my goods in. (Yes, I used satchel. It's one of our vocab words.)
3. I need a name for my iPad. My hubster thinks "Patty" is clever. I vetoed him.
Any help with numbers 2 and 3 would be great. Thanks!
As I grew older, I thought I was becoming a totally different person than my mom. Yesterday, she reminded me that we still have so much in common. When she was my age, she loved photography and traveling (so she says). Even in her golden years, we share hobbies. We both love to garden and read.Last night, we were browsing Pinterest together. Of course, I get my best habit of all from her which is being a foodie. I guess we're not that different after all. Yay!
When I read this Paris Sick post by E, it finally clicked what my heart was complaining about. I'm New York sick. The energy. The food. The sites. What is there not to love? It's the only other place where I could see myself living and being happy. Being there was like a dream. It was overwhelming and ended way too soon. New York, I will find my way back to you.
October is one of my favorite months. It's when it really starts feeling fallish here. The wind begins to blow. The leaves from the trees (that actually lose their leaves) begin to fall. Apples and pumpkins are in season. We start studying bats and spiders at school. I start getting the details for my Halloween costume finished. I eat pumpkin shaped cookies. We pick pumpkins to carve. My hubster gets to eat his pumpkin pie.
My daddy has taught me how to stay young at heart. Most important, he has taught me the beauty of giving my time, my knowledge, and my kindness to others. My daddy is one of the most giving people that I know. Thank you for teaching me how to give without hesitation.
This weekend, we had an early birthday celebration for my dad. On the way home, I changed my the radio station in my mom's car to my favorite radio station. Then, Usher's Hot Toddy started playing, and here's the conversation that we had.
Uncle Mark: I laugh whenever this song comes on.
Me: Why?
Uncle Mark: Because Usher's singing about a hot toddy.
Me: What's a hot toddy?
Mom: (without hesitation) It's an alcoholic drink in old movies.
Me: Hmm?
Uncle Mark: It's a hot alcoholic drink.
Me: I thought it was a new way to say tater tot. (laughs)
When did my mom and Uncle Mark know more about an Usher song than I do? Oy, I must be the one getting old. I'm so out of the loop.
I love my dad. He always surprises me. Sometimes, he can appear stoic. Other times, he won't stop talking and laughing at every ridiculous joke. And lately, he's been saying the most perfect things. When I was telling him about next week, this was our conversation.
Me: Yea. So, we'll see if I can pull it off next week. I'm not sure, but I'll give it a go.
Dad: Just be bright and positive. Just be you.
Simple. Short. Perfect. Thanks, dad!
Sunflowers are my favorite flower. One day, I just decided that they would be my favorite flower. Things haven't changed since that fateful day. When my grandpa lived with us, he grew a garden in our backyard one summer. Just for me, he grew sunflowers. Now, I think of him whenever I see them. Thank you grandpa for making that such a special summer.
I'm very lucky to have a FiL with a great sense of humor. You would never guess it when you meet him. He's very mellow. Every once in awhile, he'll bust out with a great one liner. He is the perfect sidekick to my MiL (mother-in-law). He definitely has better lines than she does. Well, my FiL just joined Facebook. You would think I would be in dismay. My hubster partake in good clean fun, so there's nothing too terrible posted about us. Actually, he has provided much needed entertainment.
His first post on my hubster's profile was a response to his profile photo: OMG! your gona look like me in the year 2030. ha I 1st though that was me.
Then, I tagged him in my 4th of July album as his little girl (their adorable Pekingese). Later, I find out that he used this photo as his profile pic.
How awesome is my FiL? I hope you answered: very.
*Taken by my BiL (Leo)
Whenever I go visit my hubster's family, it feels like I'm going to a different country. They've made their home like a little piece of China. They speak in Chinese most of the time, have various Chinese delights in the fridge, read Chinese magazines and books, and watch Chinese TV. I'm very happy that they've managed to maintain their culture, but it can be a bit challenging to be around them. Chinese isn't the easiest language to learn. I just started to learn my numbers and days in Cantonese.
My hubster's grandma (Apoa) speaks Chinese and Vietnamese. When we try to talk to each other, she tries to use the little English she knows and I try to listen very carefully. There are lots of gestures and lots of laughing at our confusion. Still, I care for her very much. Often, I feel like Apoa's the only one in the family who really understands me. I really wished I could talk to her more. I would love to hear the stories about my hubster as a little one. When we arrived late Thursday night, she was all smiles. Then, she told me hubster that she knows that I love her. I'm happy that she knows that.
The one year anniversary of having my handsome SLR is almost here. I just realized I never named it. What an injustice! He has been my right hand buddy this past year. I was always the kid that named everything: bears, play doh creations, and plants. Even as an adult, I named my favorite things. My car has a name, Stella. She is quite a star. Our scooter has a name, Salt and Pepper Fish and Scoot Scoot. Now, you can see my dilemma. My SLR needs a name. Sylvester? Sammy? Sheldon? Hmmm...perhaps, I will have to propose this question to my hubster.
Update:
My hubster suggested Shooty, which I vetoed.
My pick is Senor Snappy.
I was explaining to my mom all of my interesting homeless people encounters. This is my favorite snippet from our chat.
Me: Yeah, regardless of where I go, I always have an interesting homeless person encounter. My friend thinks it's because I look vulnerable.
Mom: I don't think it's because you're dainty or vulnerable. You just wear your heart on your shoulder and you wear it proudly. People in that desperate situation may be able to see it better.
I love that she said I wear it proudly. I do.
I have a beautiful life. I'm not writing this to be boastful rather it's to help me remember not to take what I have for granted. I have a wonderful husband who loves me even when I choose to wear my grumpy pants. I have a lovely family who constantly reminds me that I have a beautiful life. I have friends who make me laugh. I get to see children laugh and smile every day. I also get to visit the places I have read about in books. Quelle belle vie!
A few weeks ago, my mommy told me that I gave her the gift of reading for fun. Just hearing her say that filled my heart with joy. I love reading and am so happy when I can share that joy with others, especially my mom. She has given so much to me. She has taught me how to love animals unconditionally, appreciate delicious food, and savor afternoon naps. Thanks mom! Happy early mommy's day!
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