Pickin Apples Not Noses

With blueberry season done, it's now apple pickin season! We have several apple farms along our favorite scooter route. One farm allows you to pick your own apples. The most adorable little white haired farmer hands you the bags and weighs your apples when you're done picking. He didn't even tease us when we came back with only 3 apples because we only had $2 with us. He just gently smiled. We will definitely be back with my parents. I also hope to try to make my first homemade apple pie, but we'll see. Our September is pretty much booked up.

Tabby Photoshoot

When we first got our girls, we used to take tons of pictures of them all the time. Everything they did was new and adorable. Gosh, we even have a scrapbook of just our girls. Lately, we haven't taken that many pictures as the girls now enter into early retirement. They're a little bit lazier. They take many more naps. This weekend, I decided to snap a few pictures of Tabby.

<3 My Extra Family

My hubster's parents surprised us with a last minute visit. My Ama (Mom in Chinese) said that my Ada (Dad in Chinese) needed to rest. Of course, we had to go to LA. We ate at a fabulous Chinese restaurant called Phoenix Food Boutique. All four dishes we had, including salt and pepper fish, chicken breast with soy, tofu and seafood, and pea sprouts, were delicious!

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Afterward, we went to temple. I'm not Buddhist, but I always go with my in-laws to be respectful. I also want to understand a part of what is going to be my future rugrats' cultural heritage. Temples are always beautiful with everything in red and gold and peaceful. When we went to see the Four Face Buddha, my Ada said that I could ask for help to find a job that I'll be happy with. That small gesture meant the world to me. It reminded me that I'm part of their family. They're just as worried about me as they are about their sons. I'm not only in the prayers of my parents but my hubster's parents as well. We are one family.

Beginning of Our 4-Day Weekend

Feeling More Like Myself Every Day...

Today, I had my first step back in the classroom. I went to go volunteer for my last mentor teacher. He put me right to work. I got to teach half the class the exact same material that he taught. It was fanatastic! Like my hubster says, I cannot complain about my situation that much. Yes, it's not the ideal situation. However, I'm not dealing with it all by myself. He's been so much more perceptive than me lately.

When I got home, I found this really cool new series on Hulu called Great Museums. An overall, great day minus the overbearing sticky icky heat.

Back to Myself...

I just started reading again. I took a mini-break after reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn because I was really attached to Francie and the other Nolans. I tried reading Sons of Profits after we got back from our road trip, but it wasn't as interesting as everyone in Seattle makes it out to be. Maybe, it's not as relevant to me because Seattle isn't my hometown. The book that I'm onto now is

It's beautifully written. The prose is melodic. My hubster's response: Yay, my wife is reading again! I heart him for noticing the little things.