Archive for April, 2007

Pray for another mom

Guys.

Please help us pray for Justin’s mom Toni. She is in and out of the ICU at Long Beach Memorial Hospital at the moment.

Justin is Brandon’s best friend. His wife, the lovely Olaina blogged about the entire story here first, then here (2), here (3) and here (4).

Justin is SUPERMAN. Seriously. His mom has been ailing for sometimes. Justin is the foot amputee Marine veteran currently in 3rd year medical school whose wife has been hospitalized in the past few years and is still adjusting. And he still keeps going. Seriously.

If he’s not Superman, I don’t know who else is.

And in difficult times, sometime you just have to find humor in it as Brandon and Olaina did. Here’s the excerpt from her blog.

Brandon and I talked–Brandon is Justin’s best friend and first advanced directive person after me. Brandon’s wife Oakley’s mom also has cancer. He said because I had called earlier and left Oakz a message telling her where we were and what we were doing, since we were in the neighborhood. When I called back he answered and said, “Do you still need rescuing?”

“This isn’t the sort of thing I can be rescued from. Unless of course we can throw up the cards and trade-in our mothers-in-law.”

“Nah, mine’s not any better than yours.”

I laughed. “That’s true. I was thinking maybe we both could get new ones.”

Gallows humor–we were both starting to laugh pretty hard. Then he started repeating it all to Oakz.

“I’ll see your cancer and raise you a stroke,” he said.

“Nope, I got you on that one too–she’s probably had a stroke.”

“Well, it’s worse for Oakley because she is so far away;” her mom is in Thailand.

“Naw, it’s worse for Justin because he’s in San Diego and she’s in LA–there’s still distance but seeing her doesn’t really help. I’d give you the second or third world doctors, but we’ve got the ghetto doctors and terrible medical insurance problem in this country.”

“Yeah–we’ve got witch doctors and you’ve got bad doctors.”

Places I’ve been

The journey of this long weekend took me a lot of places I’ve never been before.

Friday was a lot of driving and running around. The adventures at the Thai Consulate somehow resulted in these interesting shots…

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…and a trip to the Grove. I have never walked into the Grove that far…or during the day. Last and first time I was there, we were out drinking a night and didn’t venture deep into the place.

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Saturday was also a lot of driving and running around. The tea party in Sierra Madre for coworker Candice was a lot of fun. I have never been to an official tea party or in Sierra Madre before. Quaint little town full of rich people it looks like. Heh.

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Then, the haircut in Pasadena with MaryAnne. I ran late but she managed to get me beautified enough to get the death stares at Babies R Us it seemed. Hahah! I was going to hang out with Celeste in Pasadena but she also ran late to another commitment so I called it a day and headed home.

I got a bit of a down time while waiting for Brandon and Erik to go play frisbee golf and pick up steaks for dinner. I made sauteed mushrooms and roasted potatoes. The boys came home with groceries and a few orders of garlic naan. There’s an Indian restaurant next to the Plowboy’s so they couldn’t resist. Between that and all other stuff we nibbled on while waiting for the 2 New York steaks to marinade and cook, I was surprised that all of us had room for steaks and fixings. And aside for a cup serving of potatoes, we ate everything.

A little scary it seems, but we did have Erik with us. :)

Sunday has been a reversal of the past 2 days.

The entire day I have only been to 4 places: the bathroom, the couch, the computer and the kitchen.

I had Brandon picked up some pork chops yesterday so I could make the slow-cooked smothered pork chops. While I cooked those bad boys for the crockpot, I managed to whip up breakfast of scrambled eggs and home fries made out of leftover potatoes from last night along side the dinner. Talk about being efficient, huh?

After that? I was on the couch for the rest of the day until I had to assemble dinner and clean up.

I watched Volver. I LOVED it. Now I have to go back and watch All About My Mother and Talk To Her.

Being a trailer junky, I also watched all of the trailers. The Valet looks fantastic and The Italian looks good too. Foreign films that I have watched so far have been French, Italian, and Spanish. But The Lives of Others looks compelling enough for me to give German a chance.

Once again I am reminded why I’m not interested in Hollywood-ish movies these days. You have to look to the indy or foreign film to get something fresh.

ETA: You will also notice the new and improved…kind of…feature of this blog: password protected. No, I don’t have a stalker. LOL. I don’t like it, but hey what’s a girl to do.  My avid readers and friends, if you need to read the protected entries, please email me for password. That is all. :)

Is that a hole in the back of my head?

A 5 foot tall, 100 lbs. not-ugly and somewhat in shape Asian in a strapless flower-printed A-line knee length dress waltzing into a Babies-R-Us filled with moms to be and moms who haven’t quite lost their baby weight yet was probably a bad idea.

I never felt so hated in my life! The death stares and fiery glare probably left some heat damage on my new salon cut hair.

Yeah. I think I might have just asked for it a little bit too much there. Heh.

(Why was I in a pretty pink dress prancing through a baby store? Well, I have a company baby shower to throw on Tuesday and the store was on the way from this morning’s bridal tea. That’s why! And yes, I’ve got plenty of pictures from this morning.)

ETA: You can’t really see it, but here’s the dress that launched a thousand “Die you skinny little bitch, die!” thoughts.

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A Whole Lotta Not Much

I didn’t go to work today. But I felt like I might as well have done it and I wouldn’t be as tired!

This morning I had my physical. I wrote the time down wrong, so I unknowingly showed up 30 minutes after my appointment. So, here I was, sitting in the cold room in paper gown waiting for good 20 minutes when someone came in to tell me about my mistake and that I would have to wait for my doctor to finish with other patients. At least she had a decency to turn on a space heater for me.

A physical that shouldn’t take all that long took an hour and a half. And I fasted since midnight last night so I was completely famished.

Brandon and his mom were waiting for me at home to go get lunch and go up to LA. Since I already had to go to the Royal Thai Consulate, we figured we all hung out up there. Mom wanted to go to the Natural History Museum by USC. So, after I got done with the Consulate, we’d hit the museum on the way home.

Fantastic plan!

Just a little bit past 1 p.m., they dropped me off at the Consulate on Larchmont and Melrose and headed down to the Larchmont strip to wait for me. I suspected I’d be here for an hour.

Things went downhill from this point.

5 minutes after I got dropped off, I found out that although I had most of the paperworks ready (plus 5 copies for my passports, marriage certificates and green cards just in case), I still had to get the marriage certificate translated. And that can be done at the full service Thai legal center across the street.

“Is that all I need?” I asked. And he said yes.

Off I went across the street. And another 5 minutes later I found out that translation would take an hour and $40. Fine. I called Brandon to come get me. Another 5 minutes later, we got in the car again.

One hour is not enough time to go to the museum and come back to finish the paperwork. Everything had to be back to the consulate by 4 p.m. when they closed. So, we took mom to the Grove.

We got out of the car and the phone rang. You betcha! The translation was finished already after 15 minutes.

So, we putted around the Grove for a while and got back on the road. It was a GORGEOUS day though. The Grove was just a fantastic place to be at that time. We saw this cute doggy and the owner let me take pictures of him.

We got a little lost heading back to the consulate. Around 3 p.m. I picked up the paperwork asked if I should get a copy of this. The lady at the shop said no. So I went back to the Consulate and made sure Brandon and mom were comfortable just hanging out at the tourism authority downstairs.

“I need a copy of this translation. And you and your husband have to fill out this form here. If he’s an American, you’ll need to have his signature notarized,” said the lady at the Legalization window.

“Um. Okay. How come I didn’t see this on your website with all the forms?”

ETA: I did find the form in the download section but hell I wouldn’t have seen it sitting over there! Who could make such a connection!

“It’s our new form. Oh and I also need 2 copies of his passport.”

“What? He doesn’t have his passport but he has his ID. And he’s just downstairs. Can I have him come up to sign this in front of you?”

“We can’t notarize English signatures. You have to go back across the street. But tell you what, turn in his passport copies when you pick up the paperwork so at least you don’t have to waste all these times.”

Thank you for that little piece of kindness there, you paperwork nazi! And here I thought I may only need to submit only one form for $15. But, like all the other extra copies, I bought two $15 money orders this morning. Just in case.

“And you have $45 payment in money order?”

“$45? I brought only $30 for the 2 forms.”

“Well, this new form here is another $15. They sell money order across the street too. And hurry back. We close at 4.”

It was 3:30 p.m. I swear to god the people across the street are paying the Consulate to fuck with people so they can make more money across the street. I mumbled obscenities in English all the way into the elevator to get Brandon. We went across the street again and finished up the paperwork.

Oh, to top the cake off, this was when I realized that I dropped one of my $15 money order at home. So, I we bought $30 money order instead. All said and done, we dropped another $45 at this place.

At 3:50, I finally turned everything in and got my receipts to pick up the paperwork anytime after Monday.

I so am going to post this little lesson on Thai-Blogs.

ETA: It’s posted on Thai-Blogs as an advice to other Thai wives. I’ll keep my bitching over here. :)

At 4:30, we finally got to the parking entrance of Natural History Museum.

“You take the right and you’ll take another right into their parking lot,” said parking attendance. “But you have half and hour before they close so you’d better hurry.”
We made a u-turn and came home.

After a long day for driving all over Los Angeles, we did virtually bupkis. And I felt horrible about it. And here mom went, treating us to Japanese food. She had a glass of plum wine and I unfiltered sake. Brandon had a headache.

After dinner, we took mom to Trader Joe’s, Bristol Farms and Ralphs Marketplace to get items she can’t find in New Mexico. The mission was accomplished.

Well, on the bright side, at least somethings got done even though nothing really worked according to plan.

Another LONG day and a lot of driving awaits me. Pasadena, here I come for my annual visit! :)

Sing…sing a song

Sing. It’s good for your health.

To lift my mood, I turn to those crazy Brits.

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistle]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistle]

If life seems jolly rotten,
There’s something you’ve forgotten,
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you’re feeling in the dumps,
Don’t be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle.
That’s the thing.
And…

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistle]
Always look on the right side of life.

Everybody now!

A quick sniff at the roses

The Crazy Train has slowed down considerably since last week. Still 2 projects to get to the printer, but the pressure is considerably less.

A little bit of a breather is always appreciated, I’d say.

Yesterday, somehow I managed to have Brandon go with me to Babies R Us to shop for a coworker’s upcoming baby shower. Well, it wasn’t really a shopping trip but picking up an item I called in to have put on hold. While we were waiting in line, we heard this raucous from the baby picture studio.  What the hell is going on in there?

Then I saw what could possibly be my dream job.

2 women were jumping up and down, waving and shaking this colorful duster and baby-talking and calling the baby’s name behind the camera.

Baby Attention Grabber and Smile Maker.

I want that job.

Walking out of the store, I started to think about where I am in life.  Over the weekend, I glanced over an article in Self Magazine about happiness and how to get it.  Then I went through a few more months of the old archive, applying categories to the old entries.  All the while, I was reading my thoughts and ramblings from as far as 3 years ago.

I have definitely come a long way in the pursuit of my happiness.

Not until yesterday did I realize that compared to many others, I *AM* happy.

Work may be stressful but it has its moment of fun.

Our values may still be in the negative (damn you student loan!), but we are making good progress everyday and yet have enough to put a roof over our head, food in our bellies, and TV shows in our DVR.

I may not play them much these days but I do own a piano and guitar.  And my neighbors have yet to throw tomatoes or a brick at my window when I sing.

I for once am comfortable with my body.  You’re thinking, “She’s fucking 100 lbs.! What could she possibly be fretting about?”  But hey, not all of that 100 lbs. on this frame is lean muscles, okay?  The butter and the bacon has got to go somewhere.  THAT is what keeping this little Asian thing happy.  Years and years of having it drilled into my head that I have a big fat ass (for Thai standard) doesn’t just go “Poof! Gone!”  But anyway, I personally still think I am Thailand’s J-Lo, but it’s not eating at me the way it has been.

Every little accomplishments I have with everything that I do seems to give me confidence for everything else and therefore making me happy.

Like hitting the high notes.  Like making a new dish that Brandon REALLY likes.  Like using my own cup down at Starbucks, knowing that I save throwing away a paper cup–I’m saving the world one cup at a time, yey!  Like holding the door open for the person behind me so hopefully he/she’d do the same for someone else.  Like writing a blog for the world to see and hopefully making at least one person less bored.

So, thanks for coming by and spreading the happy.

:)

OMFG!!!

/SQUEAL!

Snarky be thy middle name

#1

Cheech, my gay boyfriend, is in town from Oregon for a few days. He brought with him his new “boy toy”. And man, is he not joking about the “boy” part! I told him, after all these times of Cheech having a daddy, it’s about time he’s someone else’s daddy.

Oh, and the boy’s name is Justin.

Well, before your proceed, you have to know a bit of the back story here. At my wedding, Cheech was quite taken by Brandon’s best friend, soon to be a doctor, former Marine amputee, Olaina’s then boyfriend now husband Justin. Cheech nicknamed “the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen” Justin Eye Candy and lamented the fact that the man is straight. When we told Justin and Olaina this a few years later, they thought it was very flattering.

Now, back to the present.

“Justin? Cheech’s boyfriend’s name is Justin?” Brandon asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Cheech. You did NOT!” Brandon hollered at Cheech.

Cheech turned around. “What?”

“Your boyfriend’s name is NOT Justin.”

“Yes, he is,” replied Cheech. “His eyes aren’t blue and he has all of his toes, but yeah this works out quite well.”

Brandon nodded. “Ahha! So you’ll never have the problem of calling out the wrong name now, eh?”

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Cheech told us about this one time he was walking Boy Toy Justin back to his car around the corner from his house. The little neighbor girl was playing on the sidewalk. Cheech said hi as always. She said hi back and followed with a question.

“Is he your son?”

Being a responsible citizen that he is, Cheech stuck with the most PC answer of, “No, honey. He’s a friend of mine.”

I told him if that was me I would’ve said, “Why yes, I’m his daddy”, get a giggle out of yourselves, and the kid wouldn’t have known the difference.

See why I decided not to mother a child?

#3

Nora celebrated her 30th birthday party at a wine bar in Fullerton. She was on her second glass of wine, quite a lot for Nora really. Somebody mentioned that Nora had to be a church the next morning at 7 a.m. and that she had a part in the service.

“Wait, you are reading something at the service tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yes,” Nora said.

“Well, then you’d better drink some more wine, sister.”

“Why?”

“Then at mass tomorrow you only have to take the bread because you’d still have the wine flowing through your veins at 7 a.m.”

And yeah, I’m probably going to hell for that one too.

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