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My husband is the awesome

Kirk v.s. Picard

My friend Christine has always supported the Weevils since day one. And now, I am supporting her right back.

Besides, it’s a Star Trek related site! Do you think I’m going to let Captain Picard down? Never!

Take a visit to http://startrek.fanlib.com/ and http://startrek.fanlib.com/trailer.html
A little back story on the history of Christine and myself. Christine is a friend from HSX days. I partied at her place many a times. Lots of memories there. You’ll just have to ask me about it. Hehee…

Oh, and I’m back in my game somewhat tonight. Got groceries, started laundry (which Brandon helped finish…thanks babe!), made dinner, watched a movie, baked Absolutely Weevil Cookies…and I have to go back out there and do the dishes.

That’s the normal schedule. The whole eating out every night thing just wasn’t like us. I miss cooking a little bit.

The cleaning though, that’s the part I don’t miss much. LOL.

They are never our plans

It all started with a wedding invitation.

I was invited to my coworker Candice’s wedding. Not wanting to drag Brandon along, I asked my friend Nora. But since the Anaheim Ducks won the Stanley Cup, they were throwing a celebration on the same night. Nora would never ditch me out right but the moment she mentioned it, I told her to ditch me anyway. Who am I to stand between my best friend and her favorite team! :)

So, going to the wedding solo. I can do that. I’d be among friends anyway.

But then, I woke up with a clogged sinus and runny nose. Of all the days to have allergies attack–which doesn’t happen as often nowadays since I have been using the prescription nose spray–yesterday was it. The sneezes didn’t go away many hours after the nose spray. At this rate, I’d have to take an allergy medication which would more than likely put me to sleep behind the wheel between here and Agoura Hills, 2-hour drive away. So I asked Brandon if the standing offer to go with me to the wedding was still valid.

And he said yes.

As it turned out, Brandon was meant to come with me all along. For all the right reasons.

When we turned off the main highway to our destination, both of us had never felt more relief to have Brandon driving the Santa Fe.

The wedding was at someone’s private home in Santa Monica mountains. As in, to get to this beautiful home, we had to drive down this steep, unpaved winding switchbacks that one wrong move would surely send you down to the bottom of the mountain. I would be way too scared to drive down that thing on my own. Besides, my Toyota may have made it down the road but I wasn’t sure about coming back up.

Uncharacteristically, I didn’t bring my camera to the wedding. My decision surprised everyone including Brandon. Well, heck. She will have professional photographers there. She doesn’t need me.

And besides, for crying out loud, I want to fucking enjoy a party for once instead of running around taking pictures. Sure, I always love taking pictures. But please, can a girl just party free of responsibilities sometimes? (Well, I did managed to take a few on my camera phone to stop my hands from shaking from camera withdrawal. Heh.)

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Brandon and I and another coworker and his girlfriend were seated at a different table than the rest of the coworkers and Michael (remember, he left us for grad school?), away from the main crowd and pool side. See those balloons? They later let them up up a lot higher. We thought that these were hooked up to LED and would light up like lanterns. But actually, they were rigged to explode into spectacular fireballs by a professional Hollywood pyro-technician, a friend (or family?) of the groom.

Two of the ballons went off after the couple’s first dance into the intended spectacular fireballs.

“Oooh! The Hindenburg!” I giggled. From our side, the explosions looked unintended originally and yet they were awesome.

From the other side, it was more like a scene out of a Vietnam war movie.

A 2-inch piece of the burning balloon remnants landed on a lady’s arm and the other on her date’s jacket. The big piece of it, a good 6 inch long, landed on Celeste’s bare shoulder.

We didn’t know about this until much later. The word was that the EMT had come down to whisk her to emergency room already. But then as we were in line for the food, I found out she was still here, waiting for the ambulance.

I ran across the grass in my chunky 3.5 inch heels to house, a feat in and of itself if you know my history with heels. Michael was right on my six.
Fortunately, there was a registered nurse in the house. She already cleaned up Celeste and all the baggies of frozen veggies and ice which were applied to her burned shoulder, and gave her something for the pain.

My original thought was to just check in on Celeste. She was being brave about it because, well, that’s Celeste for you. But I thought at this scary time, it would be better to have at least one face she knows in that room. So I stayed and helped held the baggies onto her shoulder.

Pieces of her skin were coming off on the plastic baggies and onto my hands. As an afterthought, yeah that was gross. But at the time, I realized what it was and I didn’t freak out. I guess when your friend is in danger, the motherly/sisterly instinct kicked in, and nothing seems to matter but her well being.

Now that we were in ground zero, we found out that that EMT wasn’t coming down after all, and that Johann, Celeste’s boyfriend, was the one taking Celeste to the hospital. Brandon popped in to check on me and upon learning of the situation, he went back outside to the parking lot to look in on Johann.

Oh yes, there also was the car situ-fucking-ation.
You see, the parking at the estate was, well, all fucked up. All the cars were just piled up in this little lot. No valet. No nothing. Apparently, nobody put a thought into it about how people were to leave this joint parked the way that we all did.

Johann’s car was among those that was stuck behind other cars. But worse yet, the Impala actually was really stuck in a ditch. The guys, whatever they did out there, freed the car. It seemed like eternity for us in the master bathroom when we finally came out.

We put Celeste in the car with fresh bags of ice. Brandon hauled their wedding present out of the backseat and up to the house.

Brandon finally had his dinner.  I finally finished my second Guinness and had a few bites of dinner.  After all of that, I didn’t feel like eating.  Not to mentioned that the grilled chicken reminded me a little too much of pieces of Celeste on my hands earlier.  I decided to grab Michael and party up in Celeste’s honor.

Michael and I and another couple got the party started on the dance floor (aka living room). We found the bride trying to get people to dance.

“Screw that, sweetie.  You’re dancing with US!”  We dragged her to the floor ourselves. “Dancing Queen” came on. Candice asked for her sisters. I ran out and summoned all the bridesmaids and they swiftly followed me back in to join the bride.  We had ourselves a dance party! Lots of fun.

10 p.m. struck and the Borens turned into 2 tired pumpkins. Michael followed us out of the canyons and we all headed home.

Oh no. I ain’t over yet.

I found a missed call on my cellphone from my dad.

The doctor gave my mom at most 6 months, but they think she may have more like 3-4 left in her. It depends on when her liver goes.

Instead of the road trip for 4th of July we had plan for the past 5 months, I’m getting plane ride home.

Seriously, I have never been so grateful to have Brandon with me last night. From start to finish.

We think we are in charge of our destinies. But sometimes, like Mother Nature, the universe/higher power will make a show of force to remind you who’s the boss.

And last night was the epitome of that reminder.

Day of rest

After a super productive Saturday, Brandon and I holed up in our apartment for a day of rest.

Yesterday, with the one oven, I baked 10 dozen of cookies (the batters yielded 2 dozen and 3 cookies more than I needed for the AIDS Walk order), and made a fantastic dinner of Roman-style chicken and roasted potatoes. Originally, we were just feeding ourselves and Olaina who came over while Justin was off at a bachelor party. But her brother Neil happened to be in the neighborhood so he joined us as well.

With the one set of washer and dryer in our complex, Brandon hijacked the laundry room did our laundry for about the same amount of time I spent in the kitchen.

Pretty much both of us were done with our tasks mid-way through dinner. Neil left not too long after dinner while Olaina stayed and hung out with me for the rest of the evening, boozing and singing on Karaoke Revolution.

Oh, and B and I put all of the laundry away last night too.

Well, we couldn’t sleep on top of the piles of laundry now, could we?

And sleep we did. Like rocks.

This morning, I declared today lazy day. No cooking. No going out. Nothing.

We had cereal for breakfast and later called for a pizza for lunch. We cozied up to watch 2 DVDs of NCIS Season 3 with a few breaks to go play with our hobbies. We took a nap in the afternoon.

After the nap though, we got a little bit of a cabin fever. So I washed my car and played with my extended arm Swiffer duster and dusted the entertainment center. And Brandon went out to get a bottle of Mucinex to get rid of this cough he has and picked up Mexican food.

Here we are at 9 p.m., having full recovered from yesterday.

I have all the intentions to share with you guys the emotional roller coasters I have experienced since we heard the bad news about Justin’s mom and some updates from my dad. But, once again I’m going to run away to a safe place.

Because running away is what I do best. And a good day of rest seems to be the best place to hide.

I will share, I promise, as soon as I am ready.

Cute, this one is

Much to share. But not first thing in the morning. I’m all about the happy post right now. More post to come!

First off, fresh from the LA Times this morning. If we ever have kids, I can see this happening…

Tea party at work went very well. I put a few pictures up on Flickr, so head over there. I worked my ass off at the thing, but it was so much easier with the help from the others at work.

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When I got home, first thing I told Brandon is that, “We’d better go get dinner somewhere where someone serves me. And I need a drink.” We did go out with Justin & Olaina and Big Erik to Johnny Reb’s and stuffed ourselves silly.

Finally, I have just made the 2nd payment to Thailand Redcross from the profits I made at the Siamese Pixie Store. That’s $20 total so far! Hooray! And thanks for your support. Get on down that road and buy some stuff.

Oh, and while you’re in the charitable mood, donate some money or order some cookies to support the Weevils too, would you?

Flood gate

So I guess efficient sleep is the cure to writer’s block after all. :) I happily woke up this morning with loads of things to tell you guys.

Here goes the possibly longest blog in recent weeks. But here goes!

Kicking Carl’s Angus

Carl’s Junior is suing Jack in the Box over the “Angus…*giggle*” line of commercials. Here’s one.

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As much as I LOVE Carl’s breakfast burger, I think I just have to boycott them. Take that Junior! Nobody screws with Jack!!

Sushi Raucous

I went to get sushi at Mamma’s Sushi with Aurora on Thursday night. My original plan was to come home after that and make Chewbacca cupcakes in honor of Star Wars Day.

We ended up having a good time at Mamma’s that I didn’t even bother with the cupcakes. LOL.

Mamma’s, as we found out a while ago, is actually Thai-owned. We sat with a different chef this time and he happened to be a chattier one that the one we’ve been sitting with.

So we got to talking and joking around. Aurora and I bought the chefs a bottle of Asahi. They in turn comped us the rolls we mistakenly did not order. (“Crunch Roll” sits next to the “B.S.C. Roll”. Instead of checking BSC, I checked Crunch. Whoops.) And after a while, the owner joined in the fun and also sent a bottle of sake on the house which we split with the chefs as well.

Oh, and our chef’s name is Tong. Like my best friend’s back home. (It’s both boy and girl’s name.)

Next time, Aurora and I are going in on $5 roll Monday and we’ll make sure we have someone to drive us. Tong promised to take good care of us…as long as we have a designated driver. Hahah!

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Brandon had quite a serious training at the F-B-I. It wasn’t the computer stuff he thought he was going for. It actually was essentially C.S.I. 101. Lots of interesting things he learned and even more things no one really need to know. Real life murder and seriously disturbing crime don’t have the magical glitz of a TV show.

They did have a linguist out there to talk about the use of language and speech and writing patterns and all of that fun stuff. Brandon shared with him after class.

“My wife would probably confuse the heck out of you,” he said.

You see, when I was growing up in Thailand, the standard English lessons are British-English base. The pronunciation and the spelling and the terms we learned were all British. i.e. lorry (trucks), colour, etc. But at some point you may ended up with a teacher who do it American style. The teachers understand that, lucky for us. So we didn’t get the point taken out for spelling with or without “ou” or scrambling our pronunciation with both kinds of English. (Can you imagine throwing in Australian accented teacher into the mix!?)

At some point earlier in my transition to American life, I was spelling things with OU here and there. The accent, on the other hand, was already American, thanks to the 2-month immersion program I was in a few months before my move.

“So she speaks with American accent with a light touch of Asian, and writes in British spelling?” the linguist inquired.

“Huh. I never heard of that one before. Good to know.”

Heck, Brandon didn’t even tell him that I also invent my own words and phrases. That’ll throw the man in a loop. Heh.

Oh yes. That reminded me to move over the OakSpeak from my old site…