little bitty girl

O.K. You got me.

I drank your stupid coconut juice. Yes, the one that I bought for you yesterday. The one that I told you I had really bought for you. You had raised an eyebrow and said, "Did you really buy it for me or you? Because I never seem to get to drink 'my' coconut juice ever."

First of all, our fridge is busting at its seams and I was tidying it up and secondly, you really shouldn't leave your coconut lying around. I was merely an innocent bystander.

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Stefan and I were at a very lovely wedding yesterday. It took place in Ingersoll, a lovely little town which is an approximate two and a half hour drive away. For various reasons, we had opted to go home instead of staying over. Before anyone objects, we knew we would do this and stopped drinking hours before we had to leave. We don't do the drinking and driving thing. I have issues with that.

Anyway, at the start of the drive, Stef and I started chatting about the wedding. Twenty minutes later, he reached down to turn the radio on.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Turning on the radio," he replied.

I reached down and turned it off.

"I thought we could talk during the drive instead."

We got home in an hour and a half.

Hah! I know my supernatural powers. I don't just talk for no reason.

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I am a bit of a mad scientist. Or at least, that is what Stefan calls me.

I go through phases of being guilty about various different things - wasting water, pouring poisonous liquids that are in many of our basic cleaning fluids into the local ecosystem etc. These phases have spawned the homemade cleaning solutions, homemade fruit fly killers and -- the worst homemade experiment -- making homemade laundry detergent. DO NOT TRY TO DO THIS IF YOU ARE AN IMPATIENT PERSON.

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I spent a very rainy afternoon at the museum with my mother today. My mother is good for dates like this because she loves history and culture. Anyway, we got to the medieval section of the museum and we were admiring all the armour that men throughout the ages used to wear to war. Then we got to the weapons section where there were all sorts of dangerous looking gadgets, when we encountered a weapon called a poleaxe. This particular one was on a very long wooden stick about four feet high. It had one part that looked like a mashing hammer, the opposite end had an axe and on the top was a very long, sharp metal point.

"I wonder what the heck they did with that," I mused out loud.

"Oh, first they take it and hit someone over the head, then when the person is bent over, you take the point and stab them. And when they are really down, you take the axe part and chop off their head, " my mother serenely replied and walked away.

Well.

You think you grow up and you know all there is to know about your parents. This just proves me wrong.

As I eyed my barely five foot tall mother walk away, I wondered what other devious killing thoughts she had in that sweet, little body of hers.

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Posted in Family Shenanigans

Marie just told me that her mother has satelite, which means she could so totally watch the show during the same time as I.

Why put me through the agony of having to wait until the next morning?

Sheesh!

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Posted in Glued To The Tube, Joy-Friends

He knows he is not allowed to make a sound.

He knows how much I need to absorb Grey's Anatomy and all of it's delightful, no-way-it-would-happen-in-real-life storylines.

He knows that the only time there can be any sound during the show is when it is a commercial.

Yet, he insisted on talking to me during the last 10 minutes of the show! Not only did he insist on talking to me, he pretended to talk to me in the way I would talk to my girlfriend, Marie, when I discuss the show. Except he made me sound like this completely inane, prepubescent little girl. Do you know how weird that looks? THEN he proceeded to laugh at me as I pretended to flail at him.

Still.

One can't stay too mad at someone who will patiently fold all of your teeny underwear (even the unfoldable thongs) despite the fact that I will only rummage through it all the next morning.

But.

He really should know better.

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Posted in Glued To The Tube, Stefan

I was born in the Chinese Year of the Snake. Suppossedly this means that I am business savvy, hard working, charming, and gregarious. It also says that I am a possessive and jealous lover, someone who expects exacting results from all who surrounds them less they suffer the sting of my venomous anger. hmmmm.....

Why doesn't it also say anywhere that I will shed skin every Fall/Winter? Because I do. My feet, despite rigorous moisterizing with numerous foot creams will shed all of it's skin for the first month of a cold spell.

How weird is that?

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Posted in Me-ness, Weirdness

Phew! Whenever I think I am crazy, Dooce always makes me feel like I am a perfectly normal person. I just read her latest entry. Like her, I am completely obsessed with Grey's Anatomy. After all, what's not to love? Sharp, witty dialogue, explorations of the heart, a little(a lot of) drama and great humour. I eagerly await my Sunday nights with spine tingling anticipation.

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Posted in Glued To The Tube, Joy-Friends

I will not worry about the fact that I have suddenly learned how to add on a stitch. It is better to add on a stitch than to drop a stitch.

I will not finish a book if it doesn't interest me within four chapters.

I will give up on the Russians. They really don't interest me so I don't know why I try.

I will not be afraid to drug Mindy with catnip if she becomes too noisy when I need to work.

I will try not to crave KFC because I always feel sick after.

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Posted in Much To Do About Nothing

I am making a scarf for one of my friend's Christmas gift. Everyone knows that I am a lover of yarn and knitting books. I am not a particularly good knitter and am especially, an impatient one. The downfall is that I am also a perfectionist who cannot pick up dropped stitches. Which means that I will unravel a scarf that is seventy five percent done, down to the very start. I have done this at least twelve times today. So whoever gets a scarf from me this year, even if you do not like it, you'd better damn well smile and say you do.

And know that I love you, very much.

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Posted in Needles, Bows and Toes, What's Buggin' Me

This entry is probably going to get my Canadian citizenship revoked, but since I vowed that I would write what I think despite any unseen criticism, I should be honest - I don't like hockey. I know it's our national past time and people in this country are mad for it, but I personally find it quite boring. I couldn't really write this entry before because everyone said that I should not judge the game without seeing it in person.

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I know I talk a lot about Stefan on this blog. For Pete's sake, I only see the guy all the time and he is one of my bestest friends in the whole, wide world so it only makes sense that I should be talking about him as much as I do. Anyways, if you haven't noticed before, Stefan and I are very competitive with one another. Then again, you're only hearing my side but trust me on this, we truly are natural rivals. I think in many ways this exhilirates us both as people.

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Every so often, Stefan and I have "east meets west" moments. Today, during breakfast was one of them. I have a confession. I eat my eggs with soy sauce sometimes. Stefan finds this the weirdest thing ever but really, I am Asian and soy sauce is very much a part of my food repertoire. I think of soy sauce as a different type of salt. I mean I think it's weird people eat ketchup with their eggs or potatoes but I also realize that it's because ketchup was never part of my upbringing. All I can say is don't knock something unless you've tried it.

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Posted in Homage to Hunger

Fall has finally descended in my time zone. After weeks of bemoaning over the ridiculousness of warm weather in October to friends in the Western Canadian Hemisphere, I have only received my comeupance. I really don't mind the cold. Fall is, in fact, my favourite dressing season. Layering sweaters over tees, wearing scarfs, gloves and boots? So many choices! So little time!

My only true complaint is that our apartment has reverted into an ice box. I think it's really sadistic that landlords don't legally have to turn on the heat until the end of this month. Until they are, I'll be keeping fairly close to Stefan-the-human-heater.

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Posted in Much To Do About Nothing

Another Thanksgiving weekend has quickly passed us by. I am so stuffed with turkey as we had three family dinners to attend but I really shouldn't complain as there are so many that are going without tonight. More and more, I am made aware of my many blessings. I am thankful for -

my parents, who are just wonderful, loving people. As time goes by, I cherish and hold on to every minute that I get to spend with them. There is still so much to learn from them both.

my brothers, who make up parts of my being. When they are not around, I feel a little lost. They are the parts of myself that I want to be.

my friends, who, like fine wines, have grown better and more valuable as time passes by. They make me better just having them around.

my extended family, as many as there are. I am grateful that I come from such a large and loving family. I am glad to have all my wacky cousins and life would be less colourful if I did not know them.

Mindy, who is my little joy. She just makes me very happy.

Last, but never least, Stefan, who is just one of the best people I know. Kind-hearted, funny, loving, endlessly patient. I wake up every day knowing that somehow, someway, I lucked out in having him as a partner.

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Posted in Family Shenanigans, Joy-Friends

Stefan has this obsession with sports. We are never, ever a sports free home. Even when there is no actual sport to watch, he still has to watch the sports channel or check the TSN website. Heck, he'll watch curling if he has to. Curling, for those of you who do not know, is a "sport" where adults chase after a giant puck that is propelled onto the ice and sweep the ice in front of it. The guy who throws the puck is usually yelling "Faster! Faster!"

Anyways, this obsession has always bothered me, so I suggested having a sports free week at least once a year. I personally think this is a really reasonable request but he's always been resistant to it. Tonight, he suggested that if he has to forgo the pleasure of sports then I should have to forgo the pleasure of communicating with one of my best friends, Marie (with whom I email or call almost every day) for the same week.

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I know that TV ads are the networks main source of income but they are really irritating. There are so many annoying ads right now I can't even list every one. Needless to say, I try to find several different shows to watch at the same time to avoid watching the actual ads. This sometimes doesn't work so well because there is some TV ad conspiracy, I am sure, where they program the shows all at the same time, making it so regardless of my constant flipping, all I get are more ads. Tonight, I was watching Grey's Anatomy and it was absolutely KILLING ME to have wait in between. More reasons for TiVo to be in Canada so I can just fast forward through all the bullshit.

Posted in Glued To The Tube, What's Buggin' Me

Journals are very intriguing things. They capture one's thoughts and hopes, they allow us to pour endless streams of consciousness onto paper and are the ultimate, silent, unjudging friend. They have been around for as long as the written word has existed and from many of them, we have learnt about the lives of those who have gone before us. That being said, do journals contain the ultimate truths about its author?

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Posted in Much To Do About Nothing

I haven't done one of these gossip blurbs in a really long time and today seems like the perfect day for it. I love that I have some friends who work in P.R and entertainment magazines because they always keep me on the D.L. Nothing perks me up like a juicy piece of news about some celebrity. I sometimes feel a little guilty about it but you know, some celebrities really ask for all the attention (you never see stuff on Johnny Depp as he seems to be pretty protective of his privacy) and they get paid a bajillion dollars just for being them (more than some third world country's GNP). So for those who whine about it and then are always in the paparazzi's face - Cry me a river already!

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Posted in Glued To The Tube, Star Gazing

We had people over on Saturday because we were celebrating my birthday. Inevitably, strangers will comment on the fatness of Mindy and I will just nod and tell them we try but she sleeps 10 hours a day. No matter how little we feed her, when someone sleeps 10 hours a day, there just isn't enough cardio burning anything off. Stefan, on the other hand is in constant denial.

Lisa, "God, your cat is fat."

Stef, "Well, you should talk."

I was completely appalled when Lisa told me the story. Thank God for me, Lisa is an absolutely gorgeous girl, who is not the least bit fat and has known Stef for donkey's years and has become used to his caustic barbs.

I confronted him later on about his sensitive behaviour towards people's comments especially since the comments are true.

"Ok,"he admitted quietly, "MAYBE, she is just a little plump."

I give up.

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Posted in Mindy-Lou, Stefan

The Kite Runner is the wonderful debut by Afghani-American author, Khaled Hosseini. The story follows the life of Amir and Hassan, two little boys who grow up as brothers in Afghanistan in the 1960s. Amir is the son of a privileged businessman, a Sunni Muslim. He grows up with Hassan, a son of a family servant who is a Sh'ia Muslim. The author weaves a delicate tale of the two boys growing up closely and yet there is always a barrier between them. This is not just because of their statuses in life but also because of their separate but similar faiths. Khaled Hosseini explores the precarious relationships of fathers and sons, friendships and betrayals, all taking place in a country in political turmoil. The book resonates with a child's response to horrific acts taking place in his childhood and the adult's reaction to rectify the past. The Kite Runner is provocative and heart wrenching and will leave the reader thinking about the story long after it's over.

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My brother Ken's birthday, is a day before mine. When he was turning six, my mother missed his birthday party to give birth to me. Story has it that she had told him that she had a very special "present" for him when she came home. As the neighbourhood kids gathered around my crib, to admire the special "present", Ken supposedly peeked in, wrinkled his nose in disgust and said, "That's it?"

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