Bunny Resolution

I’m bitter. You can ask me why.

A disappointment of a major scale has occurred. It was like passing out before giving birth to a baby, missing out on the glorious moment you’ve been waiting for for months.  It’s really, really hard to get over.

So I’ve been cranky around the office, stressed out around the house, and overall one angry and bitter ray of outward sunshine to everyone.

My attempt to release stress at my yoga class was also squelched.

It seems I have twisted my left hand on Tuesday.  I couldn’t put my weight on it and it was swollen between my middle and pointing fingers.  Since I can’t put weight on the hand, out goes doing many of the poses in yoga class and therefore no yoga–no stress relief I needed.

My routine has been thrown off balance just as I was settling in to a new life rhythm.  Life being off kilter like that triggers my instinct to hide. Laundry piles up. Paperworks clutter my desk. Blogs go unattended.

I hate it when I do that.  I hate it when I clearly am not myself. I hate it when I see it in Brandon’s eyes that he wasn’t happy about it either.

I am determined to snap out of the whole funk. Yes, sir.

I started the other night by writing an entry for Thai-Blogs.com.  It wasn’t much, but I did something. And I am working on this blog today.

I am resolved to not let the [fucking] Spreadsheet defeats my spirit.

The pink bunny ears I’m wearing today will give me super power.

It will.

I know it.

P.S. Oh, and Happy Easter to all.

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The Weary’s Quick Rest

St. Patty’s was a hit both at work and at home.  A great turn out at the office with everything from cookies to green deviled eggs.  9 people showed up at my doors for the Guinness Stew and a little bit of drinking.  The old gang hung out well with my new friends from Tweet Up, Annette @dananner and Wyatt @phraktyl.

A lesson we learned?  Don’t ever give Phraklet, Phraktyl’s son, a Mountain Dew. Ever. Again.  LOL.

I didn’t drink all that much at St. Patty’s.  Just an Irish Car Bomb I did with Annette and Wyatt and a couple more sips of Limoncello with Lee.  Everyone respectfully headed out at 10 p.m. sharp and since we were cleaning up as we go, we went to bed soon after that.

So, when I rolled out of bed at 5 a.m. the next day, it wasn’t that painful.  However, the Car Bomb and Limoncello still lingered in my system when I got to the meeting.  At 10 a.m., the hangover hit and I was dying for something nice and greasy for lunch.

I found that in the fresh cut fries at Rowdy Red in Downtown LA.  The black & blue burger was pale compared to that.  And it was that the lovely greasiness held me over for the next couple of hours before heading home.

As it turned out, the OC Register tweet led me to an article about President Obama’s arrival in Long Beach and how it might affect traffic that afternoon.  So I left work at 2 p.m. as to avoid any kind of traffic mayhem down there at 3 p.m.

By the time I settled in at home and got to open the windows, it was a few minutes before 3.  I spotted an airliner flying over Seal Beach.  How odd, I thought, I’ve never seen a jet going…WAIT A SECOND!

I ran and grab Brandon’s camera with super zoom lense.  It was really hard to focus past the screen, but I did caught a full glimpse of the Air Force One coming in to land.

Wow.  WOW!

Once AF1 was out of sight, I turned on the TV to confirm that it was what I just saw.  A few minutes later,  footage of the plane “parking” on TV.  Then the President stepping off…and whisked away into…Marine One.

Marine One?!?  Not a motorcade?!?

LOL.  I’m sure my boss is happy about that news.

Finally, I got to my nap.  A couple of hours I woke up to greet Brandon and headed out to yoga.

Good gosh. It’s been a crazy couple of days.

P.S. I’m going to start tagging the blog now.  Just FYI.

Mouthful

After 16 years of going home to my family dentist every year, someone else got to look at these pearly…well…ivories.  (Whitening these puppies? Not a chance!  Not my natural coloring.)

After 16 years of being in the U.S., my teeth finally have been touched by American dentists.

That’s right. Dentists. Plural.  Three of them. All in one day too.

Originally, I was supposed to go to the orthodontist consultation appointment then go to work. But then I had this mild sore throat and been tired all over since yesterday, so I decided to just stay home after the appointment.  As it turned out, the gods of Dentistry aligned the stars and I had everything done in one day.

And I’m still tired with a mild sore throat. *sigh*

It started with a simple orthodontic consultation at 8 a.m.

Yes, kids. I’m working on #8 on my 10 goals for 2009.  I’m looking into braces.

No Invisalign for me. My vanity doesn’t stand a chance against a $3000-$5000 price tag.  Besides, my orthodontist said braces will get the job done a LOT faster.  However, I *am* vain enough to pay a little extra for the “translucent” ones instead of the traditional metal.

Now, I have to get my teeth checked and cleaned before they can continue.  Since I have no dentist to speak of, the ortho office called up one of the offices their network in Lakewood which happened to have an opening at 9:30, half an hour from then.

Alrighty then.

So I headed over there.  The dentist poked around in there and reported to me that I had periodontitis and I will need to treat and stablize that before they can okay me for the braces.

Then the periodontist came in to explain everything to me.  She’s from Vietnam and she said that although dentistry is good in Southeast Asia, they concentrate on the teeth and NOT the gum.  That’s true.  And that Asians tend to have shorter roots so we really can’t afford to suffer periodontitis.

Now, I need a deep cleaning session…which she happened to have an opening at 1 p.m., 2 hours from then.

Alright then.

I ran off to have lunch with Aurora and ran back for the treatment.  She numbed my mouth and went to town with the deep cleaning.  I had that done just in November when I was home, but wasn’t quite as deep because they didn’t use anaesthetic.  This one was REALLY down in there.  However, she numbed me well enough and by golly I don’t know how she did what she did but I actually was falling asleep at some point.

I was told that flossing is no longer an optional step in my daily routine: it is a prescribed medication.  A month from now, if everything looks good, then I get the approval for braces.

My periodontist also said that getting braces will actually be good for my dental health.  Crooked teeth have more places for things to go hide.  With my conditions, it’s better to have less nooks and crannies.

Braces are no longer a vanity treatment: it is THE treatment.

At 2:30 p.m. I left the dentist office talking funny.  Should’ve recorded it.  My tongue was numb. So was a part of my nose.

Now that the anaesthetic wore off, my gum and teeth are sore.  I had to cancel my dinner with the girls and bought a tub of frozen yogurt instead.

Think of this as a preview of what to come once the braces are in.

So, in a couple of months, I’ll have braces to go with my glasses.

I will be a junior high nightmare.

At 32.

(Thank GOD I’m already married.)

Maybe I can squeeze in a LASIK procedure before then…

Watch this

Just got back from seeing Watchmen with Brandon and Lee.  Lee, who is a big fan of the graphic novel, gave it a 4 out of 5.  She said if we liked this, we definitely have to get the book, which we intend to do just that.

Wow. What a revelation!  It was stylized just enough. Violent in all the necessary places.  I might need to talk to somebody about my mental state because Rorschach is definitely my hero now.

Trailers were also massively awesome.  Possibly the best line up of trailers: Wolverine, Star Trek, Terminator, and, for some of us, Angels & Demons.  We’ll forget that they tarnished this almost-perfect line-up with that number movie with Nick Cage and yet another mall cop comedy. Whatever.

Oh, and I will also need some therapy having that much blue, um, well, er, “twig” swung around in my face.  Is it weird for me to wonder where Dr. Manhattan might have put his, um, well, er, “berries?”  Was he cold walking around naked all the time that causes some, um, well, er, shrinkage?

/wipes mental image of 50 feet of blue…GAHHHH!!!

For those who have seen the movie/read the novel, I have a couple of treats for you, courtesy of my beloved LA Time’s Hero Complex Blog.  Those who haven’t seen the movie/read the novel, it’ll still be funny.  But come back to watch all of these AFTER the movie/novel, and it’ll be a LOT funnier.

First, as Hero Complex names it, Attack of the Show Takes On Lower Manhattan.

Sorry to put that giant blue, um, well, er, pole, back in your mind.  You can clear that out with this kids-friendly Saturday Morning Watchmen.

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Speaking of kids-friendly, what kind of a fucked up mother would step up to buy tickets to the Watchmen with a 5-year-old and a toddler in a stroller?

Seriously, lady.  It’s rated R.  Clearly, you have no idea.  But guess who will be kicking herself later when her 5-year-old asked what the Night Owl and the Silk Spectre were doing and you will be waken up on the middle of the night by your two children screaming when Rorschach’s actions revisit them in their dreams.  Good job scarring your children for life , dumb ass.

Pondering the upstream

I was up all night last night.  It wasn’t 4:30 a.m. before I crawled back into bed.

It started with me coming home hungry and decided on eating two-day-old deep-fried salt cured fish (Plah Dad Deaw Todd) with rice.  I figured, it’s cured and it’s only two days old. I’ve eaten worse.

A combination of having inhaled my dinner and possibly bad fish caused quite a reaction.

Like I tweeted earlier, the fish was swimming upstream all night and is still threathening to go downstream as well.

I tried to sleep but I couldn’t.  As to not to bug Brandon, I parked on the couch, made trips to the bathroom, and caught up with my Tivo’ed shows.  With my gut in a twist, I couldn’t really sleep but I did catch a few winks randomly here and there until 4:30 a.m.

Obviously, I’m not in the office today.

Rude Cactus’ household has been up all night with the Plague of 2009 and my LB Tweep @killregrets was up with a migraine until 3 a.m.  Must’ve been some cosmically fucked up night for many of us!

But I have to admit, at that dead of night, you get to ponder a lot of things.

What would life be like without Brandon? (Because he was sound asleep at the time of this Great Swim Upstream.)  What would this be like if I was actually back home?  Would my brother freak out? The maid would probably be all over me.  My dad definitely could hear me from his room.

And I miss my mom.  Terribly.

I’ve always had stomach problems since I was a kid.  (That, and a geyser of a nose bleed which thankfully stopped, just as the doctor told us it would, when I entered my teen years.)   Spicy food was out of the question for me at home.  But at school, of course, to “man up” to my girl friends, I tried to add chili and stuff to my food.  Mom could always tell when I had gone and done that.  Her and the school nurse.

Oh and of course, I have a tendency to not chew very well if I don’t pay attention.  Which I might just be the case last night when I inhaled my dinner.

Anyway.  A doctor diagnosed me with ulcer when I was 12.  And again in college.  This burp on command ability developed later on in life (I actually didn’t quite know how to burp earlier), though entertaining, is probably not normal.  But there’s nothing really wrong with me according to my doctor.  Just have to watch what I eat, she said.  But I think I might have to ask her this time if I have IBS or something.

Because as you might have read here, I ended up this way many times a year.

The throwing up is getting old.

An adult moment

I was wishing I had more time each day at the office this past week.

Sure, I am gearing up for the first of this year’s conferences my work put on.  But good god, I have never felt like I wanted to stay at work.

Then again, having quite a busy social schedule during a stressful week doesn’t seem to help either.

This weekend came with the rain.  All I wanted to do is hide.

And I did for most of it.

Well, my allergies was partly to blame on Saturday.  Today, my 4 loads of laundry is holding me hostage.

And the need to prepare my tax paperwork.

Oh god.

I’m doing the adult thing again.

Sure, I could’ve chosen to continue sitting on the couch, flipping through not much of anything on television.  But the guilt of not having accomplished anything gnawed at me.

From the couch, I could see the door to my “cave”.  The cave that no matter how hard I tried to tidy up will end up “exploding” all over the place again in the few days.

Like the piles of laundry that fill up a few days after you thought you’ve conquered it all.

Like an empty fridge that haunts you every time you open to find something because now you know you’ll have to eat out yet again.

Growing up kinda sucks, doesn’t it?