Entry 89: Seattle, I Love You

As I was getting on the plane to go to Seattle, waiting in line to get to my assigned seat, I overheard these two Seattle newbies behind me talk about their upcoming trip.

I wonder what Seattle is like bro [ …] Do you want to go to the strip club?

I was tempted to whip my head around and interject on their convo.

A St-rip Club?!? You’re going to Seattle for the first time… and you think… the strip club?!?

It surprised me that out of all the possible things one can look up to do in Seattle, someone would intentionally look up where to watch girls grind up and down a pole.

Then again, one look from my side-eye revealed that he was the girlfriendless type, not by choice, but by his lack of ability to compete in the dating world. His curly hair was a greasy mullet, his pudge and pimpled complexion told the story of a life that had spent a majority of the time eating French Fries while watching porn and getting high. He was the guy girls swiped left on a regular basis, the guy you ask your girls to save you from if they ever saw you approached by at a bar, the type of guy who went to Seattle, and out of all the millions of things to do while there, went to the strip clubs.

I admit to being wrong to first impressions, and I’m probably being a bit harsh coming to these perceptions based on a snippet of a conversation and how he looked, but at that moment my natural senses could not help but come to the conclusion of … Eww. Gross.

Now, if you would have asked me what to do in Seattle, I would’ve suggested places to eat, breweries to visit, and neighborhoods to get lost in. I would have given suggestions on the known and not so known touristy things to do, and warned you about traffic. A strip club would have never made it on my list

But hey, to each his own.

Then again, I never really do any of the touristy things when I go back to Seattle. While this last trip was a short one, it was jam packed with eating and seeing people. My good friends hosted this baby shower for me that was filled with good food and desserts, and we were surrounded by most of our close friends. It was perfect, so perfect that even Husband said it was perfect, which says a lot because he doesn’t do baby showers.. ever.

This past weekend made me think about how I used to always want to be that person with million friends, the one who knew everyone, but I’ve come to realize that there’s more love to be found in having a few close friends who genuinely care for you and know you and love you for who you are, than having a million acquaintances who don’t know you at all. The older I get, the more I’ve come to value my close friends, the ones who I’m not ashamed to talk to about the stupidest things or ask question others might find weird – including asking if it’s normal to pregnant pee, and think you’re done, but you’re not really done.

Some people spend a lifetime not have good people in their life, but I’m really blessed to have the ones that I got in mine.

Things I Like This Week:

ShareTea Bubble Tea There’s this bubble tea place that opened where my parents live in Washington that has really good bubble tea. When I went home for the weekend, I went to this bubble tea place 3 times in 3 days and got hot honey milk tea with Boba. .

Anyways that’s it, but I hope everyone has a great rest of their week. Now that I’m back home, I’m going to be in full nesting mode. Wish me luck. I’m painting these mountains and am trusting my artistic inner self to deliver something amazing.

Until next time….

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Entry 85: What if I was Pregnant, And Single…?

I had this dream a few weeks ago where I was out with a bunch of friends, and this guy was trying to get my number.

I was in the early stages of pregnancy and I hadn’t quite told everyone. In my dream, there was no Husband. No Baby Daddy. I had just gotten pregnant somehow ( like, no big deal) and while I wasn’t looking for a relationship, I was presented with this dilemma :

Do I tell him I’m pregnant? Or just give him my number and see what happens?

I began to over-analyze the situation.

Well, if I don’t tell him I’m knocked up, worse case scenario…we could maybe go out a few times, but he would find out eventually… because I would eventually start showing. But maybe at that point it wont matter because maybe he’ll like me for me regardless of the fact that I had been knocked up by who knows who. Or… I tell him now, but he potentially might not want to go out with me...What do I do?

Then I woke up.

They say that dreams are a pathway into your subconscious, that it weirdly brings to light thoughts, feelings, anxieties, and reveals desires that are normally suppressed into the very corner of your being, locked up and stored away so that your conscious self, the one that you are aware of, can basically deal with life.

So what was this dream trying to tell me? That I want to go back in the dating world?

Oh God no. I completely reject that idea. I mean, I know there are people who are in that situation – pregnant and trying to date – but I wouldn’t know where to begin, especially if I was pregnant. Hypothetically, if I was pregnant and single, (and we’re talking about the actual me, not dream me) dating would probably not be my focus and I would probably be trying to make sure I got my life together before my kid was born. Unless I got pregnant because I was being a hoe (like dimension B dream-me) then it would be safe to assume that my life was a mess to begin with, and I probably would not have the foresight to figure out how to be a good parent.

I told a gym buddy about my dream.

“Girrrl,” she said. “Men… love them pregnant women.”

Well, what she actually said was “Men love them some pregnant p***y”

Whaaaa? I was unsure if she was joking

“Hmmmmhmmm…” she went on. Another girl we were with nodded on agreement. “They do.. it’s cuz they know they can’t get you pregnant.”

She said it as a matter of fact, like this was one of the truths that her 40 years of life had taught her and which she had decided was a wisdom that needed to be imparted on me. So that I, at 20 weeks pregnant, if anything, would have this. I looked at her in disbelief as my legs, though standing, tightened closer together. The question of whether this was true lingered, but I didn’t press further for supporting evidence. I knew she had a few kids, had been divorced four times, while I had lived a very sheltered life. So … maybe she knew about these things?

I continued to over-analyze the dream: What was up with not having a Husband? or even a baby daddy who wanted to be there for their kid? And it wasn’t a big deal? Dream-me was not making smart decisions, but at least I was committed to keeping the kid.

Fortunately, none of it is a reflection of reality. Maybe I should just be grateful with that instead of dwelling on something that is just a dream, especially a weird dream. Sometimes you really can’t make any sense of the internal chaos that dreams try to situate.

Things I like this Week:

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: So this version is nothing like the Melissa Joan Hart Version of the 90s; it’s edgier, dark, but not overly scary where you can’t watch this by yourself. I say, give it a try. It’s a good show to have on in the background. If you like Riverdale (that CW show based on the Archie comics), you’ll like this since it’s from the same producers.

Anastasia Sultry Palette: My newest palette in my eye shadow collection. I really should stop buying eye shadow palettes because I really buy more than I use, but the packaging for this is so sparkly, and I’m a sucker for sparkley stuff. I haven’t dipped into it yet, but will soon since it looks like it’s the perfect colors for the holidays.

Other things… Husband’s back from Spain but next week he goes to Chile. Wish I could go with him, but I’m studying frantically for my Fitness certificate. I had this grand idea to get a certification 6 months ago and now that I’m pregnant all I want to do is nest and look at baby shit. But push on I must, because my free certification test is next month. Baah. Wish me luck

Until next time…

Entry 84 : Seahawks in the Desert

Since moving to the desert, I have met a good share of Seattle Seahawks fans, at both organized events for viewing games, and at random ass places like Home Depot, and Walmart.

I’ll be out,minding my own business doing what I got to do, and sometimes I’ll all of a sudden I hear:

SEAAAAA!

My ears immediately perk up and I whip my head around looking for the source in a crowd, until I lock eyes with an overly excited fan with an expression that shows nothing but sheer joy at finding a kindred spirit.

HAWWWKS!!!

I yell back in shared elation. With one word (divided into two syllables) there is an instant bond, infused with the joys and frustrations of our beloved team: the wins, the losses, that one time we won the Superbowl, the madness of our missed field goals, and how much we hate the Patriots and Tom Brady.

I can see how hearing our sudden burst of a chant can be annoying from the 3rd person perspective, the perspective that is not in the know. But usually that’s just it, they don’t know.

It’s like when all the cool kids are in on an inside joke, and you’re not, because you’re not cool enough, or at least not cool enough to get it, so you defensively hate on the cool kids for not including you… when really the cool kids did nothing to you, except maybe win.

But as the great Taylor Swift once said: Haters gonna hate, and really… the point that I’m trying to make is that Seahawks fans are greatest and it’s always awesome to see them when you’re not in Seattle, as I’m sure it’s great to see a fellow fan of any team.

Speaking of Seahawks fans, my new neighbors that moved in my neighborhood are Seahawks fans. I was driving out of the neighborhood and saw their trucks out, one of which had a huge Seahawks decal. I braked and did a complete U-turn so that I could turn into their cul-de-sac and yell at my new neighbor:

GoHAAAAWWWKS!

I think he was taken aback at the fact that someone was yelling at him while he was trying to clean out the garage, but after realizing it was a fellow fan, responded with his own GOHAWKS, although not as enthusiastic as me, but he was probably still just like.. uhm…

I then proceeded to rapidly talk.

Where part of Seattle are you from? When did you move? There’s this bar I watch the games at .. you should come. What do you do?

I probably sounded like one of those annoying girls who never shuts up, but I was just excited. We were bonding.

Things I like This week:
Vaseline patroleum jelly: I know it’s a really random thing to put down, but I was walking through the Target aisles and was like, why does Vaseline sell really large bottles of petroleum jelly? I mean, what do people really use thing thing for? I youtubed it, and turns out, there’s a ton of stuff you use with for, including… use it as a brow gel. I’ve always been obsessed with getting my brows under control because they are naturally not, but I ended up buying a smaller travel bottle to try out on my brows, and OMG. It’s my new favorite brow tamer.

Beauty Within : I discovered this youtube this past week, and they give a lot of scientific information on beauty products, and what types of things you should use for your skin type. The most recent video watched was the toner episode. Who knew there was million types of toners? Usually I’m lost in the facial cleansing aisles, … and then am like.. ehh this looks good. Does it have good reviews? okay.. in the cart it goes. So definitely a good informative channel

Red Table Talk : So Jada Pinkett Smith has this new Facebook page, or channel or whatever you want to call it where she sits around a red table, and has heart to hearts with guests. I just watched the part 1 episode with her husband Will Smith, and I don’t know if it’s because of the hormones, but it made me tear up. To me the episode reaffirmed how important communication is in a relationship, and how you don’t get there over night. Sometimes it takes years of tears and struggle, but… if you stick with it, and you’re with the right person, it’s a beautiful thing.

The Office : This has been my binge show while husband has been gone. Pam and Jim need to get together. Don’t worry, I know what happens

Sex in The City: Another show I started binging on in the background. This show was done almost 20 years ago. I am so old.

Anyways, that’s all for now. I hope everyone has a great rest of the week week. Husband is coming back home today from his worldly travels. Last Saturday he asked me where he should explore in the town he’s at. One of the ideas I came up was… going into a grocery store, and looking at their wine selection.. and snacks, because that’s totally what I would do if I was in another country.

Until next time…

Entry 82: When Older Aunty-Like People Ask You About Babies

Earlier this year, during a 4th of July gathering, my Husband’s ex coworker stopped by. She’s one of those older Asian like figures with no kids that ask annoying questions, and as she watched my Husband play with the baby of a family friend, she said You guys should have kids. When are you going to have kids?

There was a shade of sadness that fell on Husband’s countenance. It was subtle and brief, and if you did not know the history of our past failed attempts, you might not have recognized the change in his demeanor. But, being intuitive to this, I could see it, as well as feel the pang of depressive longing that pulsed at the heart.

Someday, I replied, in classic short-form answer. My fight-or-flight response frantically tried to find a squirrel of a distraction to divert the uncomfortable topic of conversation, and came up with So are you going home to Washington sometime soon?

I had another Aunty (this time my actual Aunt) ask me the same question during a phone conversation. When you make a baby? I answered with another short answer and changed the topic

It’s probably the most annoying question that anyone who’s trying to have a baby (and have been trying for a while) can get, especially coming from these older Asian-like figures. To be clear, I’m never annoyed when it’s a question that comes from friends who know me, just these Aunties who have no kids, barely talk to you on a regular basis, and who are the same Aunties who asked you when you were in your 20’s when you were going to get married, right after you broke up with a boyfriend.

And I’m never quite sure what answer they’re looking for. Do they want a specific date? Do they want a game plan of my life? Sometimes, out of spite, I want to tell them that I want to be just like them when I’m 50, with no kids because they obviously look happy.

But that wouldn’t be true, and I would be saying that to be passively mean, and maybe they don’t know they’re asking a sensitive question. After all, these older Auntie’s have no kids, so it’s questionable whether they know that you can’t just get a baby at a grocery store when you decide to have one like you can get some lemons.

I know, it’ll happen when it’ll happen, and I’ll just have to just trust in that when it does happen, it’ll be because it’s the right time. Until then, maybe I’ll just avoid all the older Aunties.

Things I like :

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before – This is a good chick flick movie on Netflix. Of course, it makes me think of High School and how my experience was definitely not like how it played out in the movie. Should it have been different? I don’t know.

Jack Ryan – I’ve been anticipating this show on Amazon for 6 months, or however long it’s been since they first advertised it. Also, I love John Krasinski . Husband and I killed this show in 2 days, if you’re into the secret agent CIA stuff fighting terrorism… definitely good

In the show, there’s Jack Ryan is seeing this girl … and throughout the whole show, I’m like… if you only knew how Jack Ryan was protecting our country, you’d be so turned out right now.

Also, funny story, when husband and I first started dating, I asked him if he worked for the CIA? Jokingly, but half serious. He said no, but if he said yes… I would’ve been okay with that.

Crazy Rich Asians This was actually a really good movie. I didn’t know what to expect, I was half afraid it was going to be horrible, but taking it for what it was – a romantic comedy – it was really good. I’m glad some of my friends who had already seen it, saw it again with me while I was in Seattle. Husband has no interest to watch it, but when it comes out on DVD, I’ll happen to get it, and have it in the background.

Entry 79: Getting Hollered At When Your Ring Is At The Jewelers

There’s this episode of How I Met Your Mother where the character Robin notices that she, in a sense, has become invisible after getting engaged to Barney. In putting on her engagement ring, she is no longer able to get free coffee or bagels, no one allows her to cut in line, the bartender no longer sees her when she tries to order beer, and she basically become like Frodo Baggins in Lord of the Rings

It was a funny episode, like many of the episodes of the show, but I never dwelt on whether there was any truth to it all until a few weeks ago, when I went to the grocery store without my ring.

Husband and I had dropped our ring off the day before at a Shane Co that was 2 hours away, and were anticipating on being ring-less for a week, but I walked into that grocery store, and let me tell you… it was as if the Red Sea had parted. I suddenly noticed smiles coming my way, guys were moving to the side so I could push my wagon through the aisle, I was asked multiple times if I needed help finding things (after the 4th time I was just like.. Bacon! I need bacon!)

Maybe the grocery store workers were giving exceptional customer service that day, maybe people always smile but I never notice because I tend to avoid eye contact, maybe I don’t notice people move to the side so I could go through aisles because I usually go grocery shopping on weekdays at 9 am when the retired people do their shopping.

Maybe it was all a coincidence, but how would you explain a random guy asking me if I had come to the grocery store alone while I was looking for tomatoes in the produce section?

Not going to lie, I thought it was a creepily weird thing to ask… something that psycho abductors say before they lure you in with brownies or chocolate chip cookies. Why wouldn’t I go to a grocery store alone? I’m an adult woman in my 30’s, and even if I didn’t look like I was 30, surely I looked older than 18. Surely… Maybe.

“Yea?”I responded, confused.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Ahhhhhh! The light bulb came on. It made sense. I was being chatted up, which caught me off guard considering I don’t think I’ve been properly chatted up before, or if I have, it’s been a while. Was this how random single people chatted up other seemingly random single people in today’s dating world? I thought most people did apps like Tinder, or Grinder…

“No boyfriend, but I do have a husband.”

The rejected suitor gave me a look of shock; he had crossed a line he had never intended on crossing by hitting on a married woman.

Oh my Gosh!” he exclaimed, and apologetically stepped back, his hand covered his mouth in embarrassment, then touched his chest as if in a heartfelt apology.

I didn’t see a ring,” he tried to explain. “I didn’t know you were married.

“My ring’s at the cleaners,” I explained. “It’s okay.

I pushed my cart towards the bacon aisle, processing the fact that I just got hollered at.

I got my ring back a week later, and looking at it in its clean, shiny, pristine state, I can see how it acts a ward for other guys to Fuck off. Apparently, its been doing that for 9 years.

Anyways I hope everyone has good rest of their week. Husband is in Boston this week so I’m riding solo, but keeping busy with doing a load of crafty projects and cleaning the house.

Things I like this Week:

How To Be A Latin LoverThis movie is now on prime, but I had been wanting to watch this for a while. It looks cheezy in the trailer, and it is…but it’s also heartwarmingly funny.

Instant Pot! – It was my birthday this past weekend and husband got me an instant pot! I’ve only been wanting one for 2 years, putting it on my Christmas and Birthday wish list. So excited to make instant pot dishes.

Jergens Natural Glow – It’s getting really hot in the desert, and I have this really ugly short’s tan line from doing outdoor stuff. It’s like my legs are nicely tan, then there’s a white ass. There’s no transition, it just goes abruptly from tan legs to white ass. I’d put a picture up but I don’t know if that would be appropriate. You’d probably like.. daannng! Anyways, I bought this to try to ombre it out. I don’t know if it’s works yet, but it smells nice.

That’s all I have for now. Until next time…

Entry 78: Oh, Canada – How The Airlines Lost Our Bag.

I should have known it was going to be a stressful trip the moment that Anne, the United Airlines ticketing agent, notified us that our flight out of the desert was delayed by an hour and that our only option was to take a route that would get us to Victoria, BC by 9 pm.

It was 6:30 am and I remember shooting daggers at her with my glares (or at least trying to), sending her subliminal messages of What do you mean I’m not getting there til later tonight!?! But Anne met my evil looks without a flinch of emotion. Her empathy had more than likely been sucked out of her soul after her second day on the job, making her impervious to the worst of plights, including my own.

The delayed flight was just the beginning: Upon arrival to San Francisco, our flight got rebooked to Calgary, which then had a connecting flight to Victoria, BC.

Well, as long as we get there, we conceded.

With an hour layover in Calgary, we went through customs and waited for our luggage until we were the last ones at the carousel.

What do you mean our bags never left San Francisco?!? We asked the customer service luggage man, preparing for an all out bitch out.

I don’t know, it never left. I suggest you run to your flight to Victoria before you miss it.

He was lucky. The fact that we only had 15 minutes to get through security and to our terminal, spared him from what would inevitably have made his day 10 times worse than it already has was. We ran through the airport, and went through a security check point that literally took 10 minutes even though there was only 1 person ahead of us.

Luckily, they held the plane for us and as we sat in our seats, they quickly shut the doors and took off.

We arrived in Victoria safely, but half of the time was spent on the phone with airline’s customer service in India trying to figure how to get our bags to us in time for the wedding we were attending. It was a shame that we couldn’t fully enjoy Victoria, it really is a pretty city.

But I can’t say the trip was all bad. We did enjoy the time we forced ourselves to break away from the stress to spend time friends and the wedding at Hatley Castle.

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After Canada, we drove stateside to the old hood I grew up in. We walked the streets, went to the mall, and hung out with more friends.

We were reunited with our bag on the evening of the 3rd day. The hotel receptionist called us at 10:30 pm notifying us that our bag had arrived and I just about cried.

The most emotional part of the trip was that I got to see my dad come home. It wasn’t planned, but he had been at a rehab facility for 5 months since his stroke, and while he wasn’t 100% (I don’t think he’ll ever be) my mom decided to bring him home.

We got to my parents before my dad arrived. There was a lot of hustle and bustle until he was finally settled in, but as he lay in the bed that my mom set up in the small living room of her apartment, I eyed the dusty Sherman Clay that had been untouched for years and played what broken Beethoven I could remember. I played Fur Elise like a newbie, making mistake after mistake, and at the sound of music my dad began to cry.

It wasn’t just a single tear that somehow emerged and slid down his cheek, but a flood of emotions that welled and uncontrollably gushed out in joy. My mom, forgetting, in that moment, every argument they might have had during their marriage, held his hand and stroked his face in comfort. He was home and around family.

There’s something about seeing your parent weep for the first time breaks away every idea of invincibility you might have had regarding them. For me, it became a growing-up point, making me realize that for all the times they had wiped away all my tears, it was now time for me to do that for them.

Anyways, the next Seattle trip is in August. Hopefully I’ll get to spend more time with everyone and see the people I didn’t get to see this time

This I like this week.

Amazonian Clay Foundation $25 Sale @Ulta. One of my favorite foundations went on sale this week. I bought one the other week before the Canada / Victoria trip and had to buy another one. Normally it’s $40

Grilled Corn with Tajin – I discovered tajin at this brewery I had gone to when I first moved to the desert and had mainly put it on popcorn. the other day, husband grilled some corn and I sprinked some of it on there..and omg. It was delish.

Anyways that’s all for now. Nothing new is happening this week, just gotta fix some issue my car is having. That should be fun. Until next time…everyone have a great week!

Entry 77: Where are you from…. No… where. are. you. F-rom?

I’m used to people trying to guess my ethnicity. It’s such a random thing to happen, but happens more than you think it would. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like a big puzzle people are trying to figure out for whatever reason.

In Washington, it was always other Asians trying to guess what type of Asian I was. More specifically, older Asians ladies from the motherland.

Where are you from? They would ask.

Me: Ugh…. Lynnwood.

No, where are you from?

Me: America?

It took me a little bit to realize they were asking me my ethnicity.

Filipino , I would respond, and they would look at me a little surprised, expecting another answer. I have been told while in Washington that I didn’t look Filipino; I had Chinese eyes and was too light skinned, so I can see their skepticism

I’m Filipino. I’d say again, sticking to my original answer. This then opened a Pandora’s box of questions, including the question of if I spoke Philippines, which isn’t a thing, but I gave them a pass for English being their second language. I do think, however, that at some point someone should correct them because it’s just going to cause confusion in future conversations with other people.

But now that I’ve moved to the desert, it is the ex-military men who seem to be wanting to play the ethnicity game. Maybe they see me and get flashbacks of that one time they got stationed in the Philippines. I don’t know, but they curiously ask, and maybe it’s because I’ve gotten much darker since moving to the desert, but they always get the fact that I’m Filipino right.

You’re Filipino. one vet stated while I was waiting for my take-out order of wings at the local Hooters (Don’t judge, they got good wings) . He didn’t ask as if he didn’t know for sure, he said it as fact.

Yeup.” I confirmed

“Have you ever been back?” he asked. At which point I explained that I’ve never been there (I know, such a bad Filipino). My dad’s from this region, I explain, and my mom’s family is from this city and so on and so on.

The vet then proceeds to tell me everything he knows about Filipinos, about how he’s got a Filipino girlfriend who came to America on a fiance visa and how she broke up with her fiance and was now with him, and how he was in Manila back in ’92, and all the women there were beautiful. And did I eat rice? We obviously had a connection, but in the back of my mind…I really didn’t care. I wanted my wings to hurry up so I can leave.

It’s was probably totally rude of me to think that. Said ex-vet was probably just excited that he had met another Filipino to talk Filipino stuff with.  I get excited whenever I meet other people from Seattle. The other day I was driving in the neighborhood and saw the cars of our new neighbors with Washington license plates parked in a house that been on sale.

I wonder if they’re Seahawk fans! I excitedly thought to myself, perhaps even imagining us carpooling to the Seahawks bars during football season.

So yea, I get it.

Well, I hope everyone is doing great, I know it’s been a hot minute since I wrote something, but I doubt anyone was sitting at the edge of their seats wondering what was going on with me, saying to themselves…I need this bloggg! Like I need my coffeeeee.  If you were. I’ve just been busy. Me and husband went to a horse race over the weekend.

I was overdressed with my stilettos and tight pencil skirt, while everyone seemed to dress down with jeans and cowboy boots. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but how was I supposed to know? Everything I know about derbies is based on what I see on TV with the Kentucky Derby and how they interview celebrities beforehand to see what their wearing.

In case you were wondering, this is what Joey Fatone wore.

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But note to self, small town Derby… Dress down to blend in.

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not staged at all.

Things I like this week

Quantico The thing that made me give this show a chance was because the main actress Priyanka Chopra is going to Prince Harry and Megan Markle’s wedding. I know that’s a completely stupid reason to start watching a show, but I’m already 6 episodes in.

What I don’t like about the show is how one of the actors looks like he wears mascara. It bugs me whenever the screen goes to him. It’s like, how are your lashes so extra right now? It’s completely unfair how a lot of men I know have lashes that are better than most women.

I also looked up the actress, and she’s been in a few Bollywood movies that I’ve actually enjoyed. Yes, I watch Bollywood quite often, and if you’ve never given it a try, you should. There’s a lot of dancing and singing.

One of the most epic dancing I’ve seen in Bollywood is this scene from Any Body Can Dance…which basically a Bollywood take on Stomp the Yard. It’s kind of long, but if you scroll to minute 5, when the guru dancer comes in… and everyone backs up… and is like… ohhhh shieettt… 

My face during this whole scene was like….

 

Confession, I’ve seen this clip a handful of times, and it always makes me laugh…

Anyways, that’s about it…Everyone have a good rest of your week 🙂

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….

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 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….