Thrilling Thursday Thoughts (doesn’t it sound like i have a lisp?)

you know, just some stuff i HAD to get off my chest:

  1. why does my husband sound like he’s being strangled to death when he brushes his teeth?
  2. when my kids see a spider, they yell, “MOMMY, SPIDER KILL IT!” … not “DADDY, SPIDER KILL!”  deduce from that what you will. Continue reading

I’m Baaaaaaaaaack … For Now.

it’s been quite a while since i’ve last posted.

i really thought i could do it all: work 12+ hours a day, be an engaged present mom & wife, clean the house, do the laundry, be the family social secretary, and blog.  do i blame it on lack of hours, exhaustion, work?  no … it’s about priorities and having some safeguards in place to ensure i don’t go freaking crazy, or rather, crazier. Continue reading

Life Is Always About Learning.

things i learn this weekend:

  • there’s pretty much nothing as delicious as kissing your kids’ firm sweet cheeks. sometimes i just want to take a small bite of out ’em.
  • it’s a little bit worrisome that i watch my kids’ TV programs while they’re not there.
  • once you have kids, sick people are the leprosied devils. Continue reading

My Most Cherished And Priceless Moments … Today

i enjoy the materialistic luxuries that money has to offer, as do most people. that’s a big part of why i work 11+ hours a day – i don’t want to have to think twice about providing for my kids, whether it’s dance lessons, art classes, family vacations, after-school activities, hopefully a nice big house sometime soon. i’m sure people will agree though that there are things in life that you can’t buy, things you can’t put a price tag on because some of the best experiences in life are free.

here are a few of mine. Continue reading

Clutter Is The King Of Crap

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