Friday, December 12, 2008

Chinese Takeout

It's nice when little things can make you smile. Today I went to this little ragged chinese takeout place to get some steamed dumplings to go. The wife, she was yelling at her husband, and he proceeded to get a ladder, while she was pointing at the ceiling, all in chinese.
I watched from my chair, all the while thinking how happy it made me to hear this woman scream in chinese. Just the banter back and forth, the difference between their language and mine. I accidentally caught the angry womans eye while she was yelling, and she blushed- as though she though for a moment I could understand her. How fun to be able to yell obscenities at work with no one to understand you. I don't know what it means, but Broom-broom was one of the words she was yelling. What does 'broom broom' mean?
It made me think of the time my mother dated the chinese pharmacist, and how we'd visit him at the drugstore. Then, I thought about the story she told every time she'd had too much wine.
Once, after going out with the chinese pharmacist, she was at his home and went to use the restroom. When she came out, there he was, sprawled naked, waiting for her. In her drunken French accent, she describes the event, scrunching her thumb and index finger close to try to give a visual of his endowment.
I wonder if it were his poorly endowed manhood that turned my mother off, or the fact that he would be so bold as to do something like that. They would have had beautiful children, I think; and the French and chinese accents in one home would have been strange but good to hear.
Like asian red walls and white lace curtains. I hope my mother doesn't read this.
I won a few used sweaters for Naomi this week on Ebay. As strange as this sounds, sometimes I'll bid $6.16 on an item, because then, after I bid, it asks the next person to bid $6.66. This of course, means nothing to me, but since many pentecostals don't want to have to pay $6.66 for something, I get the item for $6.16. Funny.
I have to go~ much love, kat

Monday, December 8, 2008


Hmmm. (Hmmm?)
There's the part of me that says,"There's no one in the world that hears me. I say what I wish!"
Then there's the part that says, "What if someone hears me?"
Although I believe I'm less worried about offending someone than boring them. I try not to be offensive, but boring is my human nature, especially when it comes time to blog.
What have I noticed this week? Steven was working late, so I got a chicken pot pie out of the freezer. I don't normally eat chicken pot pies, and so I read the instructions on the back.
MUST BE COOKED THOROUGHLY! It said. It showed a little picture with a meat thermometer sticking out of the center. Cook for "x" time, then check for internal temperature of "x". LOL.
I can't help but think its funny that a seventy cent pot pie would necessitate a meat thermometer, and show the little wee tiny pie with one in the photo. (I know! I wrote the same word in three different forms. You can get away with it in blogging :) ...)
What to do? I did not follow instructions. I took my chances with the pie. So far, so good.
What else is new? Naomi wants a Tether-ball. this is a ball on a string, on a concrete post. They makes little ones for cats, big ones for grown people. Who plays tether ball, you say? I guess soon we will be. The goal is to wind it all the way in your direction, so two people on opposite sides hit it the opposite direction. I don't mind playing unless Steven jumps in. Man becomes boy, and he plays tether ball to win. (ha!) It makes me laugh writing that...
But the ball comes around so fast that you have to step back or get your brains knocked out.
Soon it will be New Year's Day, which is my favorite holiday. I like to make resolutions, and we usually go on some sort of day trip with the kids. Most of the time, an IMAX movie, then a walk.
How can I be better in 2009? I write my goals, wants, needs.
Knowing the difference between a want and a need is always good.
I'm going to watch Wayne Dyer's Power of Intention again.
Being Thankful for the things that can get taken for granted.
This May will be my 13th anniversary! I'm grateful that I married someone so cool :).
My kids are amazing, my best little friends. They are becoming themselves.
My house is a work in progress! (It's a wreck! At the same time, we get to customize it for us...It doesn't need to be perfect. Sometimes the things you love most are the little character things, like a quarter in a concrete porch, or bird shaped knobs at the grandmothers house. You lose your grandmother, then the family comes. They don't want to know about financial gain. They want to unscrew the little knobs off the cabinets and each take home one. They want to have the little knob from the grandmothers kitchen, then, sometimes, they'll take off the brushed nickel matching knob off of one of their own cabinets, and stick the little bird there. Maybe on the cabinet they keep the vitamins, that the kids never use. People relate the vitamin cabinet to old folks, don't they? Even if you have one, it makes you think of older people who had one before you.)
That's what I'm working toward with the house. Not perfect, but full of heart.
Yikes! So really I came out here to blog with nothing so important to say.
Oh! I finished reading Ishmael! But I don't really want to give it back. I'm a BAD book borrower. Part of what I love so much about the book itself is that Steve Bell wrote all his little notes and highlighted it all, and Dr. Bell is (after my own Steven- Lee) the man we admire most in the world. Yup.
We adore & respect him. He's the father my husband strives to be like one day. He's the father not many have. Smart, introspective, funny. He's an old birkenstock wearing Jew-Bu-UU, and his latke's look like black burned sausage patties...but we just love him & his wife Linda too.
So having this book full of little up and down scrawls pleases me. I wonder if he'll notice my keeping it? Where is my integrity... Maybe I shall buy him a new one? Hmmm. I will definitely be thinking on it in my mind and get back with the results! Since he does not read my blog, I'm safe for now :)
Now I'm reading Song of Soloman by Toni Morrison.
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