since i can remember, thanksgiving has been a time of family gathering and lots of delicious fatty creamy food. my siblings and i talk about it weeks before in anticipation of my mom’s extremely unhealthy rich heavy cooking. she usually prepares healthy fare but during thanksgiving, it’s artery clogging, gut busting deliciousness. i am wiping the drool off my chin as i’m typing this.
you know, just some stuff i HAD to get off my chest:
- why does my husband sound like he’s being strangled to death when he brushes his teeth?
- when my kids see a spider, they yell, “MOMMY, SPIDER KILL IT!” … not “DADDY, SPIDER KILL!” deduce from that what you will. Continue reading
you meet someone and there’s that *spark,* date for a few years, go through hellish wedding planning (seating charts were my enemy), live in bliss for a couple years, get pregnant, and think that you’ve made it as a couple. oh honey, let me slap you into reality. the true test of marriage begins the moment your baby comes into your life because it’s about to take a crash course in endurance, patience, compromise and understanding.
the first few weeks after coming home from the hospital with your newborn is a complete blur – you’re brimming with feelings you’ve never felt before (the highest of highs and sometimes the lowest of lows), guests around the clock, feedings, changings, painful recovery – it’s all so new and novel. but once the shine wears off and you’ve settled into a routine, it’s just the baby, you and your spouse … except things aren’t the same. Continue reading
it’s about that simple.
don’t over- and psycho-analyze, it’s not complicated, we’re not from different planets. the bottom line is if we accept the fact that men are dumb and women are crazy, it’d make life so much simpler. Continue reading
when i was younger, i was messy. not really a slob where you couldn’t see the carpet under mounds of dirty laundry but more like i didn’t mind dust on my dresser or my long hair on the carpet or a small pile of clothes in a corner. that changed when i got my own place after college. my apartment was in a dangerous location – there were homeless people sitting on the stoop and snoring very loudly in the bushes – but it was $600 a month, and i could barely afford that. you see, i had very VERY did i say very strict asian parents, so you lived at home until you got married. but after living in such a restrictive controlled household then tasting the freedom of chaos (and many illegal substances) in college, you know there was no way in hell that i was moving back. i clearly remember my mom saying to me upon hearing that i’d already put a down payment on the apartment and got my keys and was moving out in 2 days:
“we are not giving you a penny if you move out now.”
“that’s fine mom because i will never ask for one.”
i never did. Continue reading