Friday, December 31, 2010

Cher voice

Singing Umbrella by Rihanna.

You're welcome.

Happy New Year!!

Thursday, December 30, 2010


No work today means blogging! It is about the only thing I have on my to-do list and I feel great about it. I hope you agree.

I love flying. I actually just love going to the airport, even if I'm not flying so
mewhere. There's something liberating about going somewhere else. To me, an airpla
ne is a magical machine that can transport us to a place that will change us. That is why I think I love traveling so much. These places, but more importantly the people who live there, are full of different ideas and customs and lifestyles that they almost force us to reassess what we believe and how we live. Then these seemingly stark contrasts can somehow transform into commonalities. To be able to connect with someone from such a different background from your own is one of my favorite things to do. It amazes me every time. It is one of my biggest sources of happiness.

2010 was a great year. Maybe one of my best yet. It was full of wonderful experiences,
unexpected friendships, and inspiring moments. I feel as though I got to know myself better than ever and allowed others to do the same.

2010 was also (here's where it connects, people) full of flying. I was on a plane
on 16 different occasions (about 9 trips total, a couple one ways) and it is also a reason to
celebrate. 16 times to just sit there and think. 16 times to take naps. 16 times to wonder
about the possibilities that lay before me and the things that have passed. I love it.

So here is my 2010 in review. Enjoy!
Beware-I got a little picture happy. But it really was just a great year!

Thanks 2010. You changed me.

2011-you have a lot to live up to. Don't suck.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Blizzarded In

There's a pretty significant blizzard happening outside my window right about now. Because of this snow, and the fact that I haven't gone shopping for food since returning from vacation, I had to do some pretty seriously scrounging around for dinner.

I've ended up with half frozen pizza and some mashed potatoes. It is rather delicious. I'm just bummed I don't have any milk to make some instant pudding. Sometimes life is hard!

And while I sit here, alone in my apartment, basking in the silence surrounding me, I can't help but reflect on how much I hate cats. They really do suck.

Don't get me wrong. I hate dogs just as much as the next guy (probably more, actually) but cats also require a certain level of abhorrence. Especially when they meow. OHHH how I despise them when they meow! And a cat in heat makes the worst sound known to mankind.

Pictures of cats that will make you hate them too:

You're welcome.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Post Vacation Blues and Ankles

This morning I was welcomed back from vacation as I went outside to scrape all the ice off my car. As I was moving from the drivers side of the front window to the passenger side, gravity plus ice equaled me sprawling all over the pavement in a matter of seconds. I spent the first half of my day wondering why the entire left side of my body was sore and then trying to forget about the intimate relationship I developed with the parking lot.

I think I sprained my ankle.

So then this entire afternoon I spent thinking about the other two times in my life I have sprained my ankle(s).

Story #1: We all remember that I have many brothers, and having them be brothers instead of sisters inspired many things in my life that weren’t normal for most little girls. Anyways, in our house there are 12 steps going from the hallway by the kitchen to the upstairs where all of our bedrooms are. When we were young children we loved jumping down the stairs. Loved it. We would do it all the time, seriously weakening the patch of wood at the bottom. Well, in the third grade I remember watching in awe as my brothers could clear all 12 steps. All of them! They jumped from the hallway upstairs to the bottom without any problems! I was in serious envy. And after prepping myself, saying that if they could do it I could do it, I slowly climbed up all 12 steps, determined to follow in my brothers footsteps. A few moments later, I sat on the fourth step up, crying in pain.

Not a winner.

It was also worse that I happened to do this just a couple days before our big third grade field trip for “Day on the Prairie” where we would set up teepees and learn about Indians. At least I got a walking stick. Also, not related, my Indian name back then was Falling Leaf. My current Indian name is Gambling Buffalo.

Story #2:

Fast forward to senior year of college. One night on a walk around town, a couple friends and I stumbled upon an abandoned shopping cart from the local grocery store. Naturally, in a town such as ours, with nothing much ever to do, we decided to use the cart for some good times. We took turns pushing each other around and then we made our way to one of our apartments. Good news: this apartment had a pretty legit underground parking lot, with the perfect angle going down for a grocery cart ride.

Note: I am easily influenced by others and I am also not very smart.

We were good at first. One would get in the cart and someone else would hold on to the cart as we ran down the cement. We didn’t want to build up too much speed as there was a cement wall not far from when the parking garage evened out. It was so much fun! But then I got in the cart. And I told my friend “No, no! You don’t need to hold on! I totally got this”

Bad idea.

I was pushed down the slope and instantly regretted my decision of abandonment. My speed increased and in a moment I was crashing straight into that cement wall.

I was sitting with my knees bent; my feet parallel with the cart, and this meant all the force of the collision went straight into my ankles.

Friends ran to my rescue, losing focus on the camera that would have documented this entire tragedy, and with fear that the backlash forced my head into the wall.

No no, my head was fine (physically). I was simply unable to get out of the cart because my ankles were roaring with pain. After a few moments to gather myself, I fell out of the cart and onto the ground.

Both ankles were sprained, making going up and down stairs very difficult.

I never learn.

(footage of story #2 is currently trying to be retrieved. Check back later)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Everyone's a little bit racist, sometimes

So this break I've had a lot of time to think.

But mostly I watched Law and Order during that time, so it wasn't super productive.

It was the UK version though, so it required a bit more attention than the standard SVU. Did you know they still wear wigs in court there?! Weird, but cool.

Anyways, I was looking at blog information the other day, trying to regain the strength and passion I once had for this blog. I meandered over to Google analytics and checked out my old numbers.

And the numbers say that most of you, my readers, are racist.

I'm sorry, its just what Google says, not me.

People ran away from this blog faster than I could say kimchi when I went off to teach for the year. I will admit I was a tad shocked to see such a drop in numbers.

But I get it. I'll stop talking about it. I promise to be funny again. It's a resolution. No more Asian stories for you, unless they're stereotypical Asian how my female Korean coteachers were the worst drivers in the world and once drove 100 feet down the wrong side of the road. Promise.

Also, Joyeux Noel! I made my first (and most delicious) Bûche de Noël!

I have to do stuff like this every once in a while to remind the world that I'm domestic.

Hope your holidays were fantastic!

Hap-hap-happy Holidays!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Angry Birds


It's a serious problem.

You see, I first made fun of my friend who was playing it. Thinking it was so lame. I mean, you propel birds in a slingshot to hit evil pigs that grin if they survive the level.

It is not that awesome in description.

But in actuality it is like crack cocaine. Once you start it you cannot stop it.

I played it so much in one day that when I went to bed at night I saw birds and stone bricks and felt sad about my life.

Good news is I'm almost done with the game.

Bad news is I'm almost done with the game.

The bomb ones are my favorite.

Monday, December 6, 2010


So there's this kid at church who, I'll be honest, I've never had a real conversation with. He seems like a lovely young man and just super nice. But there is one thing I would like to know.

Does he have alopecia? I can't just bring it up, can I?

I am fascinated by this kid's lack of hair on a weekly basis. His head is so shiny and his absence of eyebrows just makes me want to run my fingers over his face.

I think of Stan Sitwell from Arrested Development every week, too. And his various eyebrows for different occasions. Which, if I had alopecia, I would totally do.

Also, did you know some animals have alopecia?

(warning: these pictures are hard to look at but also hard to look away from)

First up: a monkey

And secondly: i'll give you a dollar if you can guess what this one is

You are welcome! Happy Monday