I was wondering why I woke up singing “Que Sera, Sera.” It’s one of my mom’s lullabies. Today is Thai Mother’s Day. The first without mom. Here’s a red gerbera daisy instead of your favorite red rose, mom. Hope you like it....
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I rode my bike to Seal Beach with Brandon. We rode from our house to Seal Beach and hopped on the San Gabriel River trail on our way there, but we decided to take Seal Beach Boulevard back because it was a lot easier and much shorter route. That’s 15-ish miles total with hills, y’all! And I didn’t die. Well, except for a wall and an uneven road that tried to eat me. On top of that good little hurt you get from a perfect work out, I have the following injuries which would give you a picture of what...
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I am sad to inform you that my cousin May and her partner Eva lost to the Singaporean team. Eva also lost women’s single earlier, so the US Badminton girls are all out of the running. ETA: USA Network is now re-broadcasting May’s match with commentators. Of course, I was waiting to hear how badly they would butcher May’s long last name, Mangkalakiri. That’s pronounced Mang-ka-la-kee-ree, folks. But the commentator went crazy there with. Mang-gala-CARRY. Carry? Really? How did the “I” become “A”? The former USA Badminton president is the one going with the safe way, having known May, calling...
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Y’all, I once again bought a bike. This is my new baby, Electra Townie, souped up with a cargo rack, a makeshift cargo hold (container bin and bungee mesh), and, of course, a bell. Brandon also scored his new cross-country bike, replacing his undersized cheapy that’s been killing his back and, more importantly, his bad knee this whole time. While Brandon’s purchase was planned as he’s taking the riding a bit more seriously now, it was a slightly impulsive buy for me. But I’m tired of being left behind when the boys go out to ride. Sure, they can do...
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Sunday. Justin graduated from medical school and Olaina finally became a doctor’s wife. Monday. Brandon set off to Pennsylvania. It was his dad’s birthday. Today. Brandon’s grandfather passed away. It is also Brandon’s little niece Cheyenne’s birthday. Tomorrow. Brandon’s niece Lauren graduates from high school. The funeral is set for Saturday afternoon. It’s a heart wrenching week all around for Brandon. I am all this far away and my heart is heavy for him. I want to be right over there and just hold the man for a little while, the way he was there to hold me when I...
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I may hide my extra 5 lbs. gain well. But when none of my 3 pants-suits and 2 skirt-suits fits, it’s a sign. My expanded hips, strangely, interferes with the length of my pants. All of my pants on the suits are cut a little loose because I hate tight pants. So all of them sag a little to the floor and therefore give me room for the heels. Now my Asian J-Lo butt fills in to the pants so they fit correctly. However, my length of the pants are affected. They are all too short for any non-sneakers/flipflop shoes...
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