Entry 68 : So … I Got My First Firearm

I had been going back and forth on whether or not I really needed one. Husband and I have 4 guns in the house, as well as one katana sword, and one cross-bow. The last two items were purchased after a binge of seasons 1-3 of Walking Dead. So if a zombie apocalypse were to occur, we would be prepared enough to run for more supplies.

(I know this is random, but what if Walking Dead (and all the other zombie apocalypse shows) is completely wrong about how to kill zombies. What if the way you stop them is not by putting a knife in their brains, but some obscure way… like helium? or spraying them with water? )

But did I really need my very own gun?

It probably seems like an odd time to be thinking about this, especially with all the stuff happening with the shootings and talk of gun control surrounding it. But, I feel it is this same talk that has forced me to think about it, and where I stand in all of this.

I’ve come to the following conclusions:

  1. The world is a shit storm – I’ve concluded this a while ago, but the more that crazy stuff happens, the more it reconfirms it over and over.
  2. I believe in the 2nd Amendment – I get that the constitution was created in a different time, but this podcast I was listening to made the interesting point that government/society’s can change – I mean we elected Trump as president. For those who compare Trump to Hitler and were scared that he has his control to the nuclear codes, would we really want to give up right to bear arms so we can be protected by government run by someone compared to Hitler?
  3. I’m a petite Asian Woman – I suppose I could learn kung fu or some form of martial arts, although that seems kind of stereotypical.
  4. My Husband is Going to Be Away on Trips MoreI’ll be by myself more. I live in a good neighborhood, but you never know. Haven’t you ever taken those tests where there are pictures of two people, and you’re supposed to guess which one is the sexual predator? I suck at that game.

And so… this past weekend, I got my first firearm at the gun show.

A Walther PK380. It’s Tiffany Blue. I painted my nails match. I think I’ve named my gun Tiffany.

And it’s a semi-automatic, so – for those people who are advocating for the ban of semi-automatics thinking it’s just ARS.. it’s these one’s too. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s most guns.

As for why I was hesitant about getting a gun? I think I was nervous about breaking molds, especially during this time where people are scared. Some of my gal pals have husbands who have guns, but a majority of them do not have one in their name (or so I don’t think) and probably think the 2nd amendment is fluff. But I’m starting to learn how to be more true to myself and my beliefs and not lie to myself and everyone else about it. It’s a life lesson: people are bound to disagree with you on things, but lying just so you’re liked will just eat at you.

Anyways, that’s all for now.

Things that I like this week

The Joel McHale Show with Joel McHale – I’m glad they’re bringing this back. For me, there really has been a lack of good entertaining funny shows on tv. I binged on the first 3 episodes and am excited for future ones

L’Oreal BB Cream All the stores rate this as a 4. At first I thought about disagreeing with the rating, but I really don’t use BB creams to begin with. But this comes out like a white lotion, and turns color and blends with your skin to give a light coverage. I’ve been using this lately to work on my ‘fresh’ look game, one with minimal make-up and takes 5 minutes.

Filipino Chicken AdoboI think I found the recipe tastes like the adobo I grew up with. Usually I take off the skin of whatever chicken piece I’m using so it’s not as fatty, but last night I made this and stewed it with the chicken on (husband is away on a trip so it’s just me) and it was delish! If you are a lover of Filipino adobo and have recipe that you think I should try better than let me know.

Until next time….

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Entry 68 : So … I Got My First Firearm

Entry 66: You Guys, It’s Rodeo Week

It’s been two years since Husband and I moved to the desert and we had never gone to a Rodeo Week rodeo… until this year.

You might be thinking, wait… what? Which is the exact same thing I was saying when people were telling me about it. But yes friends, in the desert, there is a week dedicated to the rodeo. There’s a parade, kids get a few days off of school, even husband got a day off of work from his new job because of it.

It’s kind of a big deal.

In light of rodeo week, Husband and I decided to get cowboy boots…. and let me tell you, walking into the local boot barn for the first time in my life was overwhelming. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb with my Starbucks coffee and Jcrew Outfit.

And there were so many boots for daaays.

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Seriously, how do you choose?

They’re not cheap either. Every boot that I liked were priced around $150 – $200, but I guess I didn’t know what to expect in terms of price and had never thought about it.

My heart eventually led me to these beauties..

I know, they totally scream out Murrica! and are a little flashy. I was going to get boots a little less so and let me blend in the background, but husband convinced me that I needed this in my life

So I went to the rodeo trotting around in these patriotic boots and despite my worry, I don’t think anyone noticed. Or if they did, I was too busy taking in everything around me.

It was my first time to the rodeo and so everything was new to me. I had spent a majority of my life in the burbs where rodeos and cowboy boots were a foreign thing, and now I was experiencing it. I wasn’t as engrossed in the sport as much as others were around me, but was more so observant of everything and everyone around me, like it was a big social – anthropological observation.

What I can say is that the rodeo definitely has it’s own energy – unique and rugged, catered to the individual who knows how to ride horses, herd cattle, milk the cow, or farm. All around me were vets, active servicemen and women and their families who all seemingly held the same values of love of God, and love of country. Everyone stood for the flag, and everyone prayed together.

It was the prayer that caught me by surprise. I’ve been to a number of sporting events – football games, basketball games, hockey, etc. etc. – and while we always saluted the flag, I can’t remember an event where we just all bowed our heads and prayed as one… to God. I’m not saying every sports should do it now, but it warmed my little Catholic heart to be praying with a bunch of strangers in one united prayer.

All in all, it was a fun time. Anyone who knows me knows that going to a rodeo is out of my normal realm, but the more I step out of my bubble, the more I realize that doing so helps me (in particular) to understand life more. What often differentiates one from the other is the experiences that one has that works to define who they are, and what they find important, but people are people. It’s funny how many of us forget that, especially when it comes to politics as of late.

Yea, I got all this from going to a rodeo.

Anyways, I feel like that was kind of a serious entry, so end it with a few photos from the rodeo. I wish I brought my better lens, I could’ve done some action shots, but next time.

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I don’t know what’s going on.
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Me enjoying el rodeo

Things I like this week:

Kettlecorn from the Rodeo – The kettlecorn I got from the rodeo is quite possibly the best kettlecorn I’ve had, ever. I have a half a bag left, but I feel like it’s going to be gone soon.

Costco Citi Card Rebate – I just got my rebate for 2017 back from our Citi Costco card, and boy, was it was a nice one. I’d like to think it was just a testimony of how smart I shopped, there’s a certain percentage that you get for certain things (4% gas, 3% restaurants/travel, etc. etc. ), but it could also be a testimony of how much money we spent.

Hidden FiguresHighly recommend. It’s inspiring to see what the main characters were able to achieve for being women, and for being black in the 1960s.

Anyways, that’s all for now. I don’t know what’s up with this weather, but it’s kind of cold in the desert, and I’m starting not to like it. I have to wait 3 minutes for the water to get warm to wash my hands, but hopefully this week will warm up. Maybe?

 

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I guess this is better than what other people are experiencing right now.

Until next time.

Entry 66: You Guys, It’s Rodeo Week

Entry 65: Pow ! You’ve Just Been Valentined

Husband and I don’t really get each her stuff for Valentines, or any holiday really. When you’ve been with someone for so long it’s like, what do you get them? Especially when they usually get what they want when they want it.

But I always make sure we exchange cards for Valentines.

This is the card I made for husband.

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I saw a similar card at Target for $5 and was like…pssssh, I can make that.

And this is is what husband got me.

You better believe that made my day

That and talking to my dad on the phone.

I was driving to grab take-out sushi for Valentines day dinner (because we’re romantic like that) when my mom called me.

Your dad wants to tell you something

For a moment there was a bit of silence as my mom shuffled the phone to my dad, and then I heard a muffled voice.

It wasn’t distinct or well-articulated, it sounded as if he was trying to talk with a bunch of marshmallows in his mouth, but I got what he said.

Happy Valentines Day, Win

It left me a little choked up, and while I maintained a happy tone in response of his well wishes,  I felt as if life had given me an unexpected emotional curve ball. A happy one at that. My dad, who had been a helpless vegetable two months prior, was wishing me a Happy Valentines.

So yea, those two things made my Valentines Day. I know it wasn’t exciting like a new bag or shoes or flowers, but the older I get, the more I appreciate the little, everyday things.

Things I like this week:

Jumanji I know this movie has been out for a bit, but husband and I just saw it over the weekend and thought it was really entertaining and worth the amount we spent to see it in the theaters. Usually I’m not the type to re-watch movies or shows, but this is one of those fun movies that I’m willing to watching again.

Frontier Season 2  – I killed through Season 1, and then stopped watching because some other show came up, now I’m picking back up again. Really, I like any show that taps into History, but the only thing I don’t get about this show is the quotes from current pop culture figures like Beyonce’ and Ice-T that they flash in the beginning. If someone could enlighten me on what that does for the show to specifically quote people from today?

Things I don’t Like:

Jack Daniels Caramel Fudge –  I got this for Valentines Day from Total Wine because I thought it would be good and me and husband could share, but it was disappointing. If there’s anything I know, it’s candy. Don’t get it.

Justin Theroux and Jennifer Aniston Split – It shouldn’t shock anyone when a Hollywood couple breaks up, but some couples you can’t help but root for. Justin and Jennifer were one of them. As well as Anna Faris and Chris Pratt.  ::Sigh:: I don’t know who to root for anymore…

Anyways, I hope everyone has a great rest of your week. This week is rodeo week in the desert, which is kind of a big deal in the desert. I’ll let you know how that goes later because… I got tickets to the rodeo! I know, I’ve become such a townie. Also, it’s been cloudy and rainy for five days. I’m so over it. What else…husband started his first day of work yesterday and he said his work has a 2:00 tea time on Tuesdays. I was like, you mean like with biscuits and little sandwiches?  I may just happen to stop by on Tuesdays to check it out. 

Until next time….

 

Entry 65: Pow ! You’ve Just Been Valentined

Entry 63 : Take Me With Yoooou

Have you read travel blogs or scrolled through pictures depicting all the places that people have gone? One moment they’re in Spain, the next moment South Africa, then Dubai. Usually, I’m sitting on the shit can or on the couch drinking my after workout shake, jealously thinking, how do these people afford to go everywhere?

Now I’m not talking about those people who go on vacation because they saved up money and vacation time; I’m talking about the people who – this is what they do. They spend the majority of the year going from place to place, eating local foods, shopping at local markets, and looking at picturesque scenery most people only see on the travel channel.

Maybe their work takes them all over the place, maybe they’re trust fund babies, or maybe they saved up a bunch of money, sold everything they had and financially planned the next 5 years to be a nomad with nothing except whatever is in their Eddie Bauer backpack.

Or maybe they married someone whose job requires them to travel everywhere, and they just tag along for the ride.

Like the blogger from The Everywhereist.

If you’ve never read this blog, give it a try – it’s packed with wit and stories about sometimes the most random of places and experiences. And… the writer (Geraldine) is from Seattle.

(Random story – I swear to God I saw Geraldine in Portland once. I was crossing a street and we crossed paths. After which, I turned around and saw the side of her face, then I turned to my husband and whispered I think that’s Geraldine! From the blog that I like!!! I was tempted to follow her and ask her for a picture)

I bring travel up since husband is starting a new job soon at a company that is building this telescope in Chile. To be specific : A Large Synoptic Space Telescope. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds smart, and large.

This new job will mean husband will be travelling more often than not (in fact he’s already got 2 trips lined up next month) which will be completely new thing for us. But I think it’ll be fine, it’ll just mean I eat dinners by myself, I’ll be alone in the house with my dogs, and will be blogging more about my feelings on being alone. That’s all.

::insert guilt trip::

Naah, I’m totally just kidding. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’m just really proud of him for being so hardworking and smart, and that really cool places are head hunting him. But, if he goes to someplace awesome he should totally take me with him … you know, for support. 😉

And he should totally let me decorate his office. I know for a lot of people having an office isn’t a big deal, but when he told me I was like ::gasp:: does it have a window? do you get blinds? will it have your name plated on the door? Are you going to get a lamp? To which he looked at me like I don’t know… I haven’t even started working there yet.

Anyways, things going on this week – today is Mardi Gras, and tomorrow is the beginning of Lent. What to give up….Last year I gave up social media; this year I was thinking alcohol, but then realized I bought this ‘special’ Chilean wine that me and husband are supposed to drink on Thursday in celebration of his new job. I don’t really know if it’s special or not, but I did forage through the wine aisles at Total Wine for 10 minutes looking specifically for a Chilean wine. Usually I buy wines if the bottle looks cool, or if the name sounds intriguing, but this time I was like… No! it needs to be from Chile! So I don’t know, I have another 24 hours to figure out what to do for Lent.

I’ll end this with some blogs I like besides Everywhereist, you know… just in case you were looking for something. Forewarning, these are food blogs:

Week of Menus

The woman who writes this blog is a Korean mom and with each recepe she posts, she writes a story (if you will) of stuff going with her life and kids. I find it heartwarming and entertaining. I’ve made her mochi cake, green tea mochi cake, and her twice baked wings on a regular basis

I am a Food Blog

I just love the photography and the creativeness in some of the dishes that this blogger’s posts. It has made me want to cook more and step-up my food photography game when posting on social media.

Let me know what blogs or people you follow. I literally spent an hour last week before bed trying to find some new good people to follow and read, but couldn’t find anything that I wanted to commit to.

…Until next time.

Entry 63 : Take Me With Yoooou

Entry 58: Stray Dogs Just Love Us

Husband and I have a knack for finding stray dogs. Or …stray dogs just have a knack for finding us. Whichever way it is, we and stray dogs have crossed paths on multiple occasions.

In 2012 we found this pup, whom we dubbed Kona.

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The dog ended up being the dog of a friend of a friend’s. Our mutual friend had “liked” my picture on Facebook, which the mutual friend’s friend had seen  and was like yo that’s my dog. Dog and owner were reunited. At least that’s how I remember it happening.

A few months later, I found a couple of other dogs  roaming in our Everett neighborhood Luckily they had collars on and I called the owners who whipped on by in their SUV to pick them up.

In 2015,  there was Lucy.

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Husband had found her while leaving the gym when he first moved to the desert. I ended up finding a lady through Facebook who sheltered dogs to take her in while husband came back to Seattle to move the family. She didn’t end up staying at the shelter; on the day husband dropped Lucy off, a guy – who was looking to adopt happened to be at lady’s shelter – took Lucy in and ended up adopting her.

And then, a few days ago, there were these two

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Driving out of my neighborhood, I saw these two roaming with no human owner in sight. I got out of my car and they went right in. Having no collar, and after finding they also had no chip, I dubbed the male pitt “Bruno” and called the female mix… “hey you”. I couldn’t think a good name for her that spoke to me.   A day after I found them, I decided to post a ‘found dog’ on a every social media forum I could, and after posting on one forum,  10 minutes later, I found the owner of the dogs. Within a half hour later, the dogs were reunited with their owners. It was seriously the most beautiful thing.

But is it me, or do me and husband come across a lot of stray dogs? Maybe the normal everyday person comes across the same amount of strays in their lifetime as we do, and maybe me and husband are such a sucker for puppies that with every stray we see, our hearts are just like let me help you find your home! 

It’s stressful though, trying to figure out what to do in order to help reunite puppy with owner, the most stressful thing is hoping that someone out there is looking for them. Despite this stress, we keep finding them, and we keep taking them in and taking on that responsibility.

This is probably what we get for praying for all the puppies of the world before every meal. No lie. Before most meals, our prayers are like,

Dear God – Thank you for this food and our puppies.. and we pray for the puppies of the world, especially the ones with no homes. Also, we pray for our soldiers. Amen.

It sounds kind of like a prayer a 10 year old would say, but God probably takes it seriously and decides to gravitate lost puppies in our area towards us because of this. Luckily, every single stray we come across has gotten their happy ending.

Things that I like this week:

Horchata Cold BrewIt’s basically a horchata with some cold brew all up in there.  And if you have never had a horchata… well, I don’t know what to tell you except, go find a Mexican restaurant that sells it, and try it, and then imagine it with cold brew. It’s that good.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine I realize this show is a few years old, but I just got into it. And I love that there are a few seasons that I can just binge on.

Coconut Milk Vanilla Latte I never noticed this on the Starbucks menu before. Maybe it’s new? But I ordered it a few days ago and it was delish, and (most importantly) not as many calories.

Well, that’s it for now.  I hope everyone has a good rest of week!

Until next time…

Entry 58: Stray Dogs Just Love Us

Entry 46: Being Able to Go Streaking in Your Own House

We have had a house guest for a few days now, and while walking and streaking naked around my house was never something I really did prior to having a house-guest, there’s something about not being able to do it that makes it randomly cross your mind.

There probably is a psychological term for this: wanting something that you can’t have or can’t do. You hear a lot about this with people and relationships, where a girl has a crush on a guy who has no idea she exists, but when the guy eventually has a crush on said girl, the girl has moved on. Story of my early teens, but that’s another story for another day.

Don’t get me wrong, our house guest is really nice, she’s tries to buy us groceries, and we’ve had some pretty deep conversations. Like how ancient Egyptians built the pyramids. Could aliens have helped? If not, then how were they able to build it with such precision? It sounds like one of those conversations one might have if on the weed, but I swear to you and your mother that we were not.

I did however have a few drinks of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey Whiskey during this conversation. If you have not tried it and like to classily ( or non classily) sip on whiskey, it goes down super smooth and is amazing, causing you to question if it’s even alcohol. I must, however, bear warning to the fact that therein lies it’s danger –  after a few drinks you may find yourself  in a blanket burrito on the floor while watching netflix, then in the REM stage of sleep shortly thereafter. Countless times have I woken up at 4 am wondering how I just knocked out of nowhere, and looking up to see the tv lingering on the netflix screen asking me if I wanted to continue watching my show that has already played 5 episodes more than I remembered.

But digress.

Having a house guest….

As is often the case when one has a guest in a house (staying or visiting) a certain level of propriety is expected. One cannot liberally walk around without a bra or pants, or leave the bathroom door open while taking a poop. Adjusting a wedgie that’s riding up your butt will cause you to be weirdly looked upon, or – if you’re a male – putting your hands down your pants to adjust your dick will inevitably result in a look of disgust.

If you’re completely comfortable doing all those things while having a house guest…. good for you. I for one, am not. And so for this past week, I have suppressed such normal tendencies that would be deemed even the slightest bit improper.

So when house-guest went to work last week, and husband was home sick for the day (and I was home because… well, because I’m a lulu…)  after a shower I thought…hmmm… streaking…why not?  I jumped out of the shower, towel dried myself so I wasn’t dripping wet, went into the living room, and ran a few circles around the couch… naked. Meanwhile, husband laid on the couch, a tissue box on the side table, face all tiredly congested and a look of what are you doing? Undoubtedly, the security cameras caught it all on tape. And you know what? It was great.

I’m not saying that every time I have guests over, there will be this constant thought of  walking around naked while we’re conversing about whatever. That would be rude. But… I wouldn’t rule out the fact that it may happen at some point when there’s no one home.

Anyways, I hope everyone has a great rest of your week. It’s starting to get cooler in the desert. This morning I woke up and took the trash out in 65 degree weather, and I was cold. It’s supposed to be 87 today. In a few months, you people who have inevitable bitter cold, grey weather will probably hate me.

Until next time…

 

Entry 46: Being Able to Go Streaking in Your Own House

Entry 39: When a Lady Goes Ape Shit at a Park

The other day, I was at a park that I frequent quite often with my dogs. It was  in a very family-orientated community where there’s a dog park, a skate rink, a swimming pool, a fire station next to the park, and a school right across the street.  I generally go there to walk/run around in the grassy areas of the park with my dogs and keep on top of focus exercises and commands… so if they see a gecko, bird, or squirrel – they’re focus is still on me, rather than other distractions.

Anyways, at the park…I was getting out of my car and a van pulls up right beside me. An older guy in his 40s comes out.

“Hi,” I said as I made eye contact. (If there’s one thing that ‘s changed about me living in the desert, is that I say “hello” a lot more to strangers.)

“Do your dogs have leashes?” he asks.

Behind my sunglasses, I had a look of confusion. Of course I had leashes. This isn’t an off-leash dog park.  I even have poop bags to pick up poop because I’m not a jerk.  I like to think I have the look of someone responsible who is doesn’t break rules, because I feel like I’m a rule follower, but maybe he didn’t see me as such.

A lady pulls up in another vehicle and asks, if I was leaving. Behind my sunglasses, another look of confusion. She then proceeds to yell at him.

“Get my fucking dogs back in the van.  She has two fuckin pitbulls in the car!”

It was 9 in the morning, and while I had been awake for a while and already gotten a morning workout in, it was taking me a while to process what exactly was going on. So she knew this guy? And those were her dogs? But she’s in a different car? 

“I don’t care,” the man tells her. By this point he’s already gotten his dogs… or her dogs out of his van, meanwhile my dogs were still in the car, as I was right outside of the passenger door, waiting to see if I should bring them out.

“Get my fucking dogs back in the van!” she yells to him

“Why do I care if she has pitbulls?” he responds. “I have a fucking gun!”

At this point, she goes ape-shit upset crazy upset and fanatically screams at him with no self control.

“I don’t care if you have a fucking gun. Get my fucking dogs back in the van!! I don’t want them near fucking pitbulls!”

How to describe ger frantic screaming…It was like how you would imagine one of those popular teenage girls would yell at their squad when finding out that someone in their who they thought was their best friend/ side-kick (but really they were using them) stole their prom date and was nominated for prom Queen, when she wasn’t….

But this all happened within a span of a few minutes, and to be honest, I didn’t know how to respond to all of it so I pretty much pretended to ignore. They eventually left, but it left me a little sad: she didn’t know my dogs and she reacted based on whatever experience she had or whatever she had heard on the news.

In owning dogs that are a breed that has a bad rep, I’ve come to understand that there going to be people who have their fears and stigmas, and that’s completely fine. We chose to own our dogs, and with that we are bound to encounter people who don’t agree with our choice of dogs. In owning them and deciding to love them, there is an even greater responsibility to defend them, and go above and beyond to ensure that they rise above whatever bad reputation they have.

But like I said, I understand that it’s hard not to evaluate situations, things or people and react based on what we read. Random:  one time, husband and I were at one of those condo sales pitch, and the sales guy pointed me out and was like … you! You like to shop! Which, it’s true, but for some reason it bugged me because I’d like to think that there’s more to me than the fact that I like to shop.

Maybe it’s all part of our nature, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing, but I don’t think it should be the only thing. Like if I were to only generalize the people at the park who went ape shit over my dog, my first thought about them would be… white trash, these guys are white trash.

Anyways, that is all for now. Hope everyone is having a great week.

Until next time 🙂

Entry 39: When a Lady Goes Ape Shit at a Park