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Singing Umbrella by Rihanna. You're welcome. Happy New Year!!

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 friendsh...

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.

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 ...

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 stories...like how my female Korean coteachers were the...

I AM OBSESSED WITH 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.

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? Examples: (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