A Nice Rainy Saturday

I am sitting at our dining table, listening to soothing classical piano music, watching and hearing the pitter-patter of the rain, occasionally staring at this cute single glitter poinsettia plant I got at Trader Joe's (originally to give to my brother, Brian, and Max but Husband wanted to keep it so I bought another one), and studying.


For some reason, the rainy weather and piano music makes a nice Saturday for studying. Only 7 more chapters to go...and then I can start the 200+ practice modules!

My Robe

I have bugged Husband for a boxing robe for a really long time now. I think my desire for one may have started as early as when "Million Dollar Baby" came out in 2004. Although he cannot understand why I want one (nor can I explain it), the day has finally arrived. Husband finally ordered me one! It just came today, and I have been wearing it since then. He even ceremoniously put it on me (after my shower).

Don't hate. It is pure awesomeness.

Since it's a Men's Medium, it has plenty of room for me and baby-t0-be to grow and to keep us warm over the next few months. My favorite part about it? The hoodie that is so big that it covers over my eyes and shrouds me in mystery.

I love it!

16 Weeks and 4 Days

My first baby bump pictures...and what prompted this photo shoot? I was just at Jack in the Box, and a crazy lady walked by me (the crazy kind that is by themselves and talks nonsense to themselves) to go to the soda fountain. After a few more minutes, she walked past me again to leave and she jibber-jabbered somewhat indiscreetly and almost monotonously, "oooo, somebody's going to have a baby. Someone's swallowed the seed..." and that was the last I heard before she walked out.

I was like, Wow, is it really that obvious now? Actually, I feel like I'm showing, but many people gasp, "You're not even showing!" so I take it I just look like I ate two buffets and then some. Just this morning, while I was at the school nurse's office, she said the same thing.

(Unfortunately, I have caught a cold. It is my first time being sick in over 2.5 years! Husband was concerned that I left for work with a fever so he made me go to the school nurse's office to check my temperature before he called the doctor's office for me. No temperature, just a runny and stuffy nose.)

Even though husband was starving when I got home, I made him take pictures of me and our baby pronto. Ladies and gentlemen, our first baby bump photos...!



Okay...now I see our baby in the last photo:

Any predictions on if baby will be a boy or a girl? And guesses for names?

Dog Crazy

I know I am crazy about dogs. Yesterday, I left a voicemail for my brother asking how Max was doing (b/c he's had some stomach problems lately). I also added that I am totally obsessed with Max because I think about him all the time. When I think about him, he makes me crack up. I even admitted through e-mail the other day that I go on my brother's Facebook page just to look at pictures of Max when I'm feeling down, missing Max, or need a good laugh just because.

Today, after my training, I stopped by the local pet store to pick up some (free with coupon) toys for him and return a conditioner I got him. (Yes, I'm proud to say that this is Max's vacation home. He even has shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, food and water bowls, quite an impressive selection of dog food, and his own blanket. Just not a real dog bed...unless you call Husband's bed/our sofa his bed. He likes to sleep on it and the other day, he actually "fluffed" it.)

Digression: I got him some fancy shampoo that has a coconut scent and fancy conditioner with a pink lilac scent. Separately, they smell great. Together, it smells like one of the scents that I hate the most -- musky, stale hairspray on women. For some reason, I really, really cannot stand that smell! It ranks right up there with manure, dog poop, and trash. So I had to return it, especially with my hypersensitive smell these days.

As I was making my return, I saw across the way that a guy had a really cute puppy. I couldn't tell what kind of dog it was; kind of looked like a boxer. When he was done checking out, the puppy moved ahead and an adult Great Dane followed him! I got soOoOOOo excited! It is so rare to see this ginormous dog. A few weeks ago, I told Husband that if we have a huge house/yard someday, I'd totally want a Great Dane. (Of course he said no way.) I was even more giddy b/c I got to pet the adult Great Dane. The owner mentioned that the adorable puppy is a Great Dane puppy that is 10 weeks old and the adult female is 7 years old.

I drove away all giddy and thinking, "I actually saw a Great Dane and a puppy!" On my way home, I told baby-t0-be, "One day, you'll get to see these great doggies, too, and hopefully, you'll love your uncles' doggy as much as I do...then the 3 of us can go on walks together!"

Pre-Thanksgiving Thoughts

When we were young and spent Thanksgiving dinners at Pastor Aunty's Monterey Road House in San Marino, I remember she had us sit in the living room after dinner and go around and share what we were thankful for. I wish I remember what cheesy things I said.

We don't do that any more, but I think it would be a great tradition to have in the future. (Unfortunately, these memories were recalled by the latest episode of "Dexter," which I hesitatingly watch now that I effortfully avoid gory, gloomy, and maladaptive shows.)

I have been daydreaming about our Thanksgiving dinner for probably a month now. First of all, I am really excited because it is Husband's first family gathering. Our family gatherings usually start off with half of the adults in funky moods but by the time we all gather around to pray and thank the good Lord for everything, everyone's fine by the "Amen." Good food is gathered on plates and we separate to our respective "adult" and "children's" tables (never mind that the youngest of my generation is now 20 or 19? How young are you, Andrew?). I'm really looking forward to Husband experiencing the fun of our family gatherings.

The thought of eating delicious home-cooked entrees has also taken over my mind, especially this past week. Husband asked me if we usually have a traditional meal (i.e., American) or Chinese. I told him it's always a mix of both, and the percentage is unpredictable. Sometimes it's 50/50; other times, it's 70 (Chinese)/30 (American), but we always have a turkey. This year, I'm hoping for more American -- mashed potatoes, corn, mac & cheese, candied yams...mmmm...but since we're not supposed to bring anything, Husband and I are planning on sneaking in Patti LaBelle's Over the Rainbow mac & cheese recipe and Marie Callendar's cornbread (well, baked from their mix). I'd also make mashed potatoes but dude, I'm on a much-needed break so that just sounds like too much work. ;)

MmmMmm...I'm hungry! Two more days!

Moving Mommy's Stuff

This morning, Bro and I headed out to Mom's condo to start moving her stuff. It's crazy b/c it's a lifetime of possessions...that she no longer needs nor wants to/can keep. We went a few weeks ago and that was the first time I had stepped foot into her place since 9 or 10 years ago. We gathered bits and pieces of reminders of our childhood -- mainly pictures that we had never seen both of when we were young and also before my parents had us. I didn't take much to keep except a sewing basket (not that I am a seamstress, but I always wanted one b/c of Gramma), a Little Twin Star and Hello Kitty washcloth that we used to use, and Mom's apron.

Today, my job was to go through Mom's closet and drawers and pack up her clothes to donate. It's weird because I don't remember Mommy wearing any of those clothes that I saw, save a few pairs of pajama sets and maybe a white dress that she wore for my high school graduation (only remember from pictures). Mom said I could look through and keep what I'd like. I found a beautiful traditional Chinese Qipau top in aqua blue and a beautiful, black traditional something outfit (bro and I couldn't figure out what country -- India? Thai?). I felt like I totally scored when I found Mommy's Hello Kitty mug in the dishwasher.

But the best keepsake was finding my Hello Kitty sticker diary from 1986-1987. It's pretty funny to see how I used to write and the progression in just a year. Obviously, I still lacked creative writing skills -- I'd choose a sticker from the front of the book and use it as a writing prompt.


Date: November 4, 1986
Sticker: I've got a secret!

I've got a secret place were my mother lives it's a nice place there to live in. And I love it and in my mothers place theres no bugs and whenever Ben don't come with me then I get to sleep with my mom. She is realy nice thats why I love her.

Date: September 29, 1987
Sticker: Fun with friends!

Today i'm going to talk about the first day of school. I got to be with my friends Some of them are new. Well today I went to the dentist witch is my Aunty Joyce. She is having a baby tonight she had to go to the hospital. And my brother got a instrument for a band he entered. He got a clarinet. Today was a fun day four more days then my birthday!

(That baby ended up being cousin Nathan. :)
(How I ended up with decent grammar, spelling, and language is amazing.)

We still have more work to do at Mom's but hopefully, we'll wrap it up in the next few weeks and then rent her place out. We made a huge donation to Good Will (clothes, furniture, and other stuff) and then headed to Little Tokyo for dinner, since I was craving Ramen.

We ended up having dinner at Orochon Ramen, a place that Husband and I had seen on Man Vs. Food. Much to our disappointment, it wasn't worth the hype. Our ramen ended up being too salty, the service was maybe a 3.5 out of 10, and my brother's ramen had so little in it (little soup, noodles, and barely any vegetables).

We redeemed our dinner by going back to my brother's, emptying both cars, and then having McDonald's sundaes and apple pie with Brian and Max. :)

Through it all, I am sooooooo thankful I have a week off for Thanksgiving!!!

Starbucks

I have to admit that I get really excited when I see the read Starbucks holiday season coffee cups. It's another happy reminder that Thanksgiving and Christmas is near!

This morning, I went to Starbucks for a decaf nonfat White Chocolate Mocha with a dollop of whipped cream...and it is heavenly. So good that I have to blog about it, (after weeks of nothing blogworthy).

You see, I've been a coffee-fiend for well over ten years. The fact that I haven't had any coffee since August is a record, since I first started imbibing in such sweet delights. Yes, I am breaking my rule (rule: no point in getting Starbucks if it's decaf), but it's worth it.

My coffee this morning is better than I anticipated.

Sigh...So delicious. A great way to start the second to the last day before my one week Thanksgiving Break! Yahoo!!!