I have a very extensive extended family. My mom is the eighth of nine children. All but one have had their own children. Some of those children have also had children (in case you aren’t keeping up, they would be my first cousins once removed). My grandma had two sisters who each have children (my mom’s cousins) who have also had children (someone help me — are they second cousins?).
When we all get together, say for a milestone birthday or a funeral, we walk around with very little idea whether the people we’re rubbing shoulders with are or are not related to us. It probably doesn’t help that our family has a propensity for adopting non-family members as “aunties” and “uncles.”
I know a lot of Chinese families are like this, but sometimes, I think our family takes this to an extreme. Until someone marries someone else we thought was their cousin, but actually, they aren’t related by blood, so it’s still kosher. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit. Continue reading
When I was little, maybe one or two, we used to fly up to Sacramento to visit my grandma. That was back in the day, when you could still show up minutes before your departure time, frantically check in your luggage and make a mad dash for the gate (Dad tells me there used to be a commercial with OJ Simpson running through the airport, leaping over people and sprinting to the airplane — so I guess we weren’t the only ones).
Apparently, I would giggle the entire way — I thought it was a game — oblivious to my parents’ panic as we rushed through the terminal, me bouncing up and down in my dad’s arms laughing like a crazy person. Somehow, we always made it in the nick of time, finding our seats moments before the doors closed and the plane transported us to Sacramento. Continue reading
I hated the junior high. More specifically, I hated the idea of junior high. As soon as I came down from the emotional high that was sixth grade — being the most privileged and pampered students of the elementary school pyramid — I immediately became terrified of going to a new school, with new classmates, new teachers, new schedule, new unknowns. I’m pretty sure what little adolescent acne I may have had (yes, I am blessed with consistently clear skin) was a direct result of the stress induced from the very thought of junior high. I already knew I was going to hate it. Continue reading
I haven’t had as much time to blog as I’d like, so I thought I’d do a photo recap of this past month. April was steady, and May is already set to be a little manic. I’ve become established in my routine now: my time is parceled out for working at cafes, going on daddy-daughter dates, meeting up with friends, spending time with the ROCKers, exercising and watching Asian dramas with mom, baking and working on projects with Garrett, so on and so forth. I’m thankful to have had a calm month, because as we head into graduation and wedding season, my life is becoming increasingly busy and hectic, despite the fact that I’m still looking for a job. Strange how things work out. But I’ve also come to realize that I’ll never get this time back, and I want to enjoy it — and the people in my life — to the fullest. On to the pictures!
I’m sitting alone in a corner booth seat at the new Ten Ren, because Dad got an emergency call to pick up his mom from the cardiologist. She’s not sick or anything; she just needed a ride. I’m nearly halfway through Travels in Siberia, by Ian Frazier, about his inexplicable Russia-love, his discovery of the strikingly close proximity of Russia to Alaska, and his attempt to drive across the vast stretches of Siberia. Continue reading
I’ve never been camping. Well, before this weekend that is. When Elizabeth started talking about doing a weekend trip a few months ago, I put it down on my calendar and didn’t think too much about it. For an indoors, city person like me, there’s a certain trepidation attached to going more than one day without showering, sleeping outdoors, hiking in the desert, etc. It’s not that I’m not up for adventures, I just feel more comfortable having them in the urban jungle than in the mountains or desert.
I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships (the non-romantic kind). The reason being that over the last several days, I’ve had the opportunity to see several old friends whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. It got me thinking about how much — or little — I value and invest in relationships, and why.
I mentioned earlier that I’ve been eating out a lot recently. I made another trip out to LA this week, this time to go to a launch event for FAWN online network. Elizabeth volunteered to go as my plus one, so we decided to make an evening of it. She suggested Beer Belly, which both of us have been wanting to try. So to Koreatown we drove.
Someone told me recently, “It seems like you’ve been eating well.” Every once in awhile, I get accused of being a foodie, something I vehemently deny. I don’t know nearly enough about food or cooking to warrant such a haughty title. But I do realize that if you look at my blog, the vast majority of my posts involve food of some sort.
Everyone eats, but I guess I’m particularly enthusiastic. Once you get past the age where playing house, running around the playground or watching cartoons are no longer considered acceptable forms of entertainment, then most social activity revolves around food–eating together, cooking together, going out for drinks or dessert.
Because the way to my heart is definitely through my stomach, this doesn’t bother me all that much, though I am constantly searching for things that are more wallet and waist friendly (like rockclimbing, hiking, etc). Recently though, I seem to be eating out quite a bit. Continue reading