Feet of a Princess

I started something. I think it’s going to be a book. An autobiography of sort about my royal heritage. [ETA June 2018: 14 years later, you can read the story now. It ain’t a novel for damn sure.]

You know I’m a princess, right? Well, not really. But genetically, I am related to all the Kings of Thailand of Chakri Dynasty dating back some 200 years. Not to mention I’m also a granddaughter of a significant political figure and a famous army general.

My only royal trait: my feet. I have my grandmother’s feet. Apparently, her father had the same too. I want to assume King Mongkut (the King portrayed in the King & I), my great-great-grandfather, have the same feet…

It’s going to be a fun project. 🙂 Debbie wants to see this as a base for a fiction. I personally want to write out the history.

It’s all started from me re-reading the family history project I turned in during my sophomore year. The report was sloppy, and a lot of things were left out. I wanted to write more about the history of my family and our ties to the country. I wanted to find out more about myself.

I think it’s the only way I could feel closer to my princess grandmother. It’s really weird that I’m missing her these days. I never got to know her, and I never really grieved for her. I didn’t cry at her funeral. Or after that. But I bawled my head out a couple of nights ago because I dreamed about her.

Yeah. That must be it. My grandmother wants me to learn more about her. She’s inspiring me to write.

We shall see how this project turns out. Lord knows I’m no Virginia Woolf.

Leftover for a good cause

Okay Thanksgiving weekend is almost over. I have crap loads of leftover in the fridge!

The story goes…

I heard about a program organized by the Armed Force YMCA in San Diego that sign families up to host a couple of Marines, Navy servicemen and women for Thanksgiving. So Brandon and I signed up. I asked on Monday before T-day and they said I should be getting 2 guests but someone will confirm with me later. I haven’t heard anything so I went and bought all the foods anyway. That was the day when the truckers join the grocery store strike. So Brandon and I hauled home a 22-lb turkey.

Wednesday afternoon, the last and final day I should hear about hosting military guests, I still haven’t heard anything…meaning, no guests. Brandon and I launched into a desperate, last minute search for Thanksgiving Orphans, but everyone already made plan by this point.

Thanksgiving morning, I wrestled the 22 pounder out of the cooler where it’s been thawing, and damn near fell in to the cooler myself. I cooked the bird, made the stuffing and all the fixings. The maple-glazed, sage-buttered turkey came out perfeftly! (I’ll have the picture here soon.) We probably ate about 3 lbs of turkey that night.

Today, I’m off to the store to buy stuff to make turkey and dumplings.

Turkey lurkey loo…and turkey lurkey lap. I eat my turkey then I take a nap….