Getting older, or growing up, is really a journey of paring down. It is a journey that leads us to make good choices, bad choices, and everything in between. It is a process of learning… (hopefully) a lot about ourselves, and as much as we can about other people, especially those closest to us. It is being aware of the things we deem important in life— those things that are essential to our own, individual, happiness. It is realizing that we all value different things in life, and understanding that it’s okay to be different.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Thursday, May 15, 2014
I don't know how many times in my 31 years I have had to have this conversation. And it's really getting old (and even more annoying).
This is how a typical conversation like this goes (sad, I know):
Random: So, what's your nationality?
(Surprised look on Random's face because they've just realized their own ignorance-- or at least I hope that's why.)
Random: Well, I knew that...
Me: Okay, then why did you ask?
Of course, I'm not stupid-- I know what they're trying to ask. But the snob in me feels like only the proper question deserves the proper answer. :]
***Let's clear this up, people:
Nationality: American. Yes, I am an American citizen. Hard to believe, I know. Just take a deep breath and let it sit. Everything is going to be okay.
Ethnicity: Chinese. My parents are Chinese, their parents are Chinese, their parents' parents are Chinese, etc.
And yes, you can be both. Chinese American. BOOM-- Mind blown!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
The other night, Ryan and I had my parents over for dinner (we had take-out from Cornish Pasty... sooooo delicious, I could eat there every day). We were just sitting on the couch talking when I decided to show them the present that Ryan gave me for our anniversary/Valentine's day. I didn't know that it would ignite a little bickering match!
By the look on my mom's face, you could tell that she appreciated the fact that he had given me a nice gift. After seeing the clutch (and the look on my mom's face) my dad goes, "I buy you nice things" to my mom. And with a roll of her eyes she said that she works so much, it's the same as her buying the stuff anyways. (She does work a ton, so I see where she's coming from.) Anyway, the argument over this topic of work/doing things around the house/who does more/etc. ensued for a little bit, so I stepped away while laughing, and let them hash it out like you should let any cute old couple do when bickering. All the while, Ryan was in the kitchen, happily making all of us lattes, with no clue whatsoever of what was going on right next to him... probably since the whole thing went down in Chinese.
I returned to the conversation a couple minutes after walking away to hear my mom say something about how my dad FINALLY asked her how to use the washing machine a few months ago (because she was badly injured in a car accident and couldn't use her arm)... AFTER 40 YEARS. LOL. Better late than never?
Thursday, February 27, 2014
I've decided to start my own herb garden/mini-farm. I sort of cheated because I bought my cilantro and rosemary from Sprouts. BUT, I did grow my basil from seed. Also, the trick really is to keep the plants alive once you have them. That's always been the hard part. I'm excited to grow plants!
I've also decided to try and grow celery, green onion, and potatoes. More to come! I'm going to track my progress on my "Project: #greenthumb" tab up above.
On another note, I was thinking the other day, "I'm so glad I finally learned to do my brows..." It only took 30-something years. :) They are really important, so please do them correctly!
Work tonight was uncomfortable. And by uncomfortable I mean I felt like Violet Beauregarde in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Look here if you don't know what I'm talking about. Ugh.
...So last night was date night. We went downtown to The Vig on Fillmore and got a bottle of wine (the Malbec, to be exact) and some food (they've got a great deal--a bottle of wine and an appetizer for $22 on Tuesdays). Afterwards we went to Crescent for a couple of drinks (well, 1.5 for me, and .5 for him, if we're counting), and then went home. Once home, we finished the bottle from the restaurant, and then had the rest of the bottle that was open from the night before. I then decided that I was starving, so proceeded to make myself a waffle with peanut butter, jelly, greek yogurt, and some cinnamon. YUM. And then I decided I was still hungry, so I ate my leftover salad from the night before, made some popcorn, a tortilla with cream cheese, and baked 5 or 6 chocolate chip cookies (of which I ate all but one). YUMMM.
Oh yeah, I probably should have prefaced all of that with, "I sat in the same spot on the couch all day and ate, incessantly. Up until a little before we were heading out to eat." Haha. Oh. My. Goodness.
I hate going to bed on a full stomach. Like, a really full stomach. I always feel like a stuffed sausage the entire next day.
Hmm... it could've been the 3/4 bottle of wine. Or the 1.5 drinks. Or the bowl of salad. Or the waffle. Or popcorn. Or tortilla. Or the half-dozen chocolate chip cookies right before bed. Or everything else before all of that. BTW, thanks for telling me the ice cream was a bad idea, babe. ;)