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  • I had pozole for the first time today. It was so good! Have you tried it before?

    "Pozole is a soup served at Mexica fiestas, especially around the holidays. Some say it's good luck; others claim it's a hangover cure."

    I didn't go to a Mexican fiesta, they were just serving it in our dining center. I put a bunch of raw onion and tortilla strips in mine... so yum! I want more!

    I love chefs. They throw a bunch of ingredients together that can make your taste buds so happy. *angels singing*

  • S is such a good son-in-law. He goes out of his way to do things for my parents and worries about them like they're his own. He's able to help them with things that I'm clueless on.
     
    Somehow when he tells me that things will be okay or that he'll see what he can do, it makes me feel relieved. And I just believe him.
     
    I give him a big star sticker!!

    Good thing and bad thing, he also makes many other people feel the same way and so he is constantly bombarded with questions, favors, calls for help...

    I should lock him up sometimes.

  • Year-end is going to kick my butt. That's what happens when you work in finance.

    And of all the time in the year, something happened overnight and 700 of our users were somehow marked inactive and can't log into the system. Imagine coming in to tons of emails and voicemails saying, "Help!! I can't get into the system and I need to meet some deadlines!"

    Oh, this is so what we NOT need right now.

    Some people would like to call these "opportunities"... no thanks. I don't need "opportunities" right now.

  • S and I went out for dinner the other day and overheard a little boy say to his mom, "Thank you, Mommy, for everything." I was like, "Awww... did you hear that? That is soooo sweet!" S, with his super ears, said, "You didn't hear him get prodded?" So this is how the whole conversation went:

    Dad: What do you say?
    Kid: Thank you.
    Dad: Who are you thanking?
    Kid: Thank you, Mommy.
    Mom: What are you thanking me for?
    Kid: Thank you, Mommy, for everything.

    Hahaha!

  • This is sooo funny!
    It makes me smile every time I see it.

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    But when I have my own kids one day, no one better teach this to them.

  • I can't say it better than this...

    sky walking

    "Dreaming permits each and every one of us
    to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives." 
    William C Dement, Ph.D.
    Founder of the first sleep disorder clinic @ Stanford University

  • Most of the CDs in my car are Korean or Chinese.

    It's very sad though b/c I love to sing along to music but I can't sing in Korean or Chinese. I'll know certain words or phrases, but it's just not satisfying enough. I want to sing the whole song, every single word. It's like going to a party, but you can't join in on all the fun. It's also like being a bystander that tries to butt in every now and then.

    sing la laI don't listen to music radio much anymore. It's mostly talk radio or the CDs. I'm not familiar with the new music that's out so I can't sing along with the radio either. Well, unless I tune to the stations that play the older stuff. But then the other day, I was so excited to hear Boys II Men on the radio... I was getting ready to belt it out... but the words slipped from my mind. Oh man! On "End of the Road?!" Sad!

    Do you know what I mean about it being such a JOY to sing out every syllable... correctly? Super extra points for getting the right notes, too. Mega huge points if it's from memory. It's like, for those few minutes, you're in sync with the world.

  • Don't you love being welcomed home?
     
    We used to do that with our Dad. When we hear the garage door open, we knew it was him. So we'd run to the door and open it for him. Then we'd see him coming out of his car, and we'd excitedly call out, "Baba!". He always had a smile for us, even if he look dead tired sometimes. I think I did this up until I moved out when I got married.
     
    Our garage is too cluttered to park a car but S parks in a designated spot right in front of our place. I know he's home when I hear metal go *ka-lunk-kunk*. It's the sound of his car driving over this man-hole-like-cover thing. Before he's out of the car, I'm already peeking out the blinds from upstairs. I'd see him getting his stuff from the back seat or hear him talking on the phone... then he'd start to stroll in and I will whistle at him like a construction worker.

    Too bad he can't hear my car driving in. But sometimes when I open the door and say "I'm home!", he'll come down to find me or call out "Welcome home!" It's nice to be acknowledged; to know someone is happy you're home.

  • Our mantid is no more.

    We found out it was a female b/c it laid an egg sack thing. I wonder if they will hatch...

    S wants them to hatch and observe survival of the fittest right in front of his eyes. I don't know about going bug hunting every day.

  • MILK CHEESE IS SOOO NASTY!!


    calvin yuck


    Ahhhhhh *GAG*!!!

juiru

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