Hanbok Photoshoot

Hanbok (South Korea) or Joseon-ot (North Korea) is the traditional Korean dress. It is often characterized by vibrant colors and simple lines without pockets. Although the term literally means "Korean clothing", hanbok today often refers specifically to clothing of the Joseon period and is worn as semi-formal or formal wear during traditional festivals and celebrations. - From Wikipedia

Purikura

 Purikura: A photo booth is a vending machine or modern kiosk that contains an automated, usually coin-operated, camera and film processor. Today, the vast majority of photo booths are digital. (Wikipedia) 
Warning:  Lots of pictures for this post...

I promise I am not dead....

Or I wouldn't be writing this right now.  I have been quite busy with:

1. Foreign exchange hosting.
2. Work as usual.
3. School, yeah I am not doing it for a degree... far better, for money.
4. Training for my run.
5. Planning my trip across the Pacific.
6. Trying not to murder my husband's child.

Not dead and not the race I have been training for.

World Ice Art Championship 2014

The day my sister and I landed in Alaska we planned on visiting the World Ice Art Championship exhibit.  What we failed to plan for was public transportation, the buses do not start running until 9.  So my sister and I decided to walk to the exhibit.  It seems a short 2 mile walk is just not something that is done in Alaska, we got odd stares.  And when people asked how far we had walked to the exhibit they were shocked because it was SO far.  It was a nice, brisk, walk first thing in the morning, by the time we got to the exhibit our faces were very red.  I guess it was a little cold but not so cold we didn't have a blast looking at ice sculptures.

Note to self: Ice is sharp.

 I managed to slice my finger open sliding down this teeny ice slide.  2014 started to warm up sooner than usual in Alaska, so we ended up catching the tail end of the displays.  Several areas were cordoned off or had just melted into strange unrecognizable blobs.  I actually cheated and peeked at the sculptures before going to Alaska so I knew what they were supposed to look like.  The link up top will take you to this year's sculptures.

Day 1 - South Maui

Our first morning in Maui we all woke up quite early due to the time difference.  I kept hearing noise and had a difficult time trying to get back to sleep.  I decided it would be a bright idea to walk down to the beach and enjoy the wee hours before Mr. Sun decided to wake everything up.  It was quiet, aside from a few birds and not a single soul could be seen up and down the coast from where I was.  I noticed the Pacific Ocean wasn't nearly as fishy smelling as it is back home.  So I had to taste it; not as salty either, I wondered why.  If I wanted to know the answer I would have consulted the all knowing Internet.... but I just wanted to enjoy the morning, sitting alone, contemplating life and watching the water.

Mom always said, "Think before you act."

But sometimes it was SO hard! I think when most people had a stop light in their mind pop-up while making decisions, I think I would run that red light like a boss! Or so I thought until I saw what not stopping to think would cause. I have always been quick witted. 'Quick as a whip, sharp as a tack,' I would always say. Being quick witted is great! But it's not so great when you do not have enough self control to stop and think things through BEFORE acting.



There have been several times in my life where my mind would begin to wander and I would think, "Self, I wonder what would happen if..." Before I could finish formulating the thought, I had already done the very thing I was going to ponder. You know, to weigh the consequences of my actions and all that junk. Suddenly I would find my self in deep doody, saying:



Did I do that?

Bad hair days.

EVERYONE has them.  I have friends that always seem to have great hair days but even they complain about having bad hair days from time to time.  I never notice it being a bad hair day, their hair always looks so nice!

I used to think the older I got, the easier it would be to style my hair.  It hasn't gotten any easier.  And today I found out that it just won't get any easier.  I had gone into the break room at work and over heard a conversation a few ladies were having over hair.

My grandma slapped the shit eating grin off my face.

Once upon a time I said some shit I could never take back and boy was I sorry I ever said it. Check out the blurry picture to the right. See those two silly people? That's me and my youngest brother Ricky. You would never know it now but when he was just a little tyke I had it out for him and I was out for blood. Now not only do we look the most alike out of all our siblings but we pretty much have the same likes and personality.

You see my youngest brother is technically my half brother. No one knows who the dad is and I think aside from my brother feeling blue about it, no one really cares. He had our uncles as great father figures in his life. I don't call him my half brother he is my brother, there is no half. I can't pick what half is my brother so all of him is my brother. I love him dearly.

As an adult I know I have learned three life truths that came about because of my brother.

1/10 Day Challenge

Day 1: Ten random facts about yourself.

1. Every night as I start to fall asleep my legs twitch or kick and I wake up again.


2. Knitting is very comforting to me.


3. I enjoy characters in anime much more than real people.


4. Chess is one of the few games I know how to play but do not enjoy playing.


5. Pink used to be my least favorite color as a child and as I have grown older I find it pleasing to the eye but I still won't wear it.


6. My ring fingers are slightly longer than my pointer fingers.


7. I wish I had a better relationship with my mom.


8. Prime rib is delicious but I rarely eat it as often as I feel the urge to.


9. Drinking straws are necessary for any beverage aside from beer and hot beverages.


10. My socks match maybe 1% of the time.

Yo Gabba Gabba!

Ooohh look what I found at the store! These little guys live with me now. I have to go again today to get more as the beau's niece NEEDS her Muno, Foofa and Tootie. I might breakdown and get Plex and Brobie so they are not lonely and left behind. We shall see.... hope I can get em all. Wish me luck!

Sick+Stupid=Not So Nice

I have a snotty cold thing going on right now. And Vics is the best thing on Earth for my sniffles. I love the vapory smell and it helps my nose feel a bit better. Since my eyes were all dried out and burning, I figured I would put some eye drops in. I then proceeded to mop up the excess eye drops with my Kleenex that had Vics on it. Instead of grabbing a fresh Kleenex, I used the one soaked in Vics that I huff to enter the "Hall of Vapors".
Well that didn't go too well, I immediately cried out with super burning in my eyes and rubbed them vigorously.... that did NOT help. So I tried to just let the air work it's magic but I couldn't open my eyes. Luckily my co-worker was around to document all of this and send me photos in an email with the subject line of: FAIL.Yes, yes I did fail... but it's funny now that I can see again. So I share how stupid my brain is when I am congested. Hooray! Man I look god awful when I am sick and torturing my eyes with mentholated medication. RAWR I'm scary!

RIP Little Bastard

Once upon a time I acquired a ferret. Ferrets are not legal to own in the state of California and my friend had no where for the little guy to go. So knowing how much of an animal lover I am, we decided to place the Little Bastard under my care. While under my care my little sister fell in love with him. So I worked out a deal with my friend to let me keep the little guy and gift him to my sister. My friend didn't have a stable place in which to keep the ferret, plus during the time I cared for him he was eating out of my pocket book. So we came to the conclusion that my sister could take over the Little Bastard and my friend could go visit when ever he wanted.

Little Bastard was my sister's best little buddy in Earth for a few years. But things turned sour when my sister's apartment had to be fumigated. She took LB to our mom's house where my nephews pretty much stressed him to death. :( Ferrets are pretty cool but when they get worried it makes them sick. I tried to help Lily nurse him back to health. We hand fed him, kept him warm and even gave him enema's to help him start digesting in order to eat. All to no avail! He died in my little sister's arms and it was really hard for the both of us. I went over to her apartment and we put him in a little box so he could be disposed of properly. My sister is not a huge animal lover but she loved LB and she took it pretty hard. If only we could have found a ferret friendly vet in time, he might still be with us. Rest in peace Little Bastard, we all loved you very much.

And now to help me right myself after this tearful post, I give everyone this:
Ketchup packets I found while refueling my tea pot in the break room. Really, ketchup in love? Doesn’t ketchup know that ketchup really has the hots for mustard? I like the showering ketchup the best.

New hair!

I feel bad for my poor bleached out hair sometimes but I like how it looks when it's colorful.

From my little brother after he saw my badass hair:

“Hahahhahaha now I will grant you a Sayain name :D spanwned from a vegetable heehee it will be Cabagoshi Kun ^.^”

At the play with my sisters.

Waiting for the show... after two bottles of wine between my sisters and I.

And a group shot of all three of us together. I really need to go watch a play again with them. :D

Candy!!!

I got photo shopped into the best tasting place on Earth!!! Yes, and when I go there my teeth are immune to the effects of sugar. No dentist and all the candy my heart desires... I am never every coming back from this place of awesome tasty.

And now that we are on the subject of tasty, my trainee at the pizza place got bit by a dog. She didn't report it and neither did I, should I??? I am not a little cheese eatin' squeaker but my main concern is that the vicious beasty lives right across the street from a grade school and the fence is not tall enough to contain its rabid teefers from attacking others. Anyways... I feel bad for mail carriers and any other delivery person that has been attacked by some morons unmaintained animal. My friend said the only good pit bull is a dead one, I don't agree with her on this feeling. But I do agree that a vicious dog does need to take the perma-doggy nap. Any dog has the potential to be violent and uncontrollable but it doesn't mean any breed is better than others. Anyways I hate stupid people that call up a pizza place, have a dog that has a history of biting and doesn't bother warning people that are coming with a delivery to beware of their dog or call when we get to the curb. So stupid! And then on top of the woman being rude, she verbally expressed that the trainee getting bitten is OUR fault for coming in the fence. The fence is not a very tall one and a sign was posted at the far end of the yard about knee level where it is not visible at all (I only saw it AFTER I was told it was there, and even then I had to look around cause it was not easily visible). Needless to say a sign posted should be RIGHT IN FRONT of the gate not knee high in some random corner of the yard. Not only that but from what I understand, a 'Beware of Dog' sign does not remove liability of the owner if someone gets bitten. Cause a dog that bites is viewed poorly and would be put down no matter who they bite, if it is reported that is. I still think that someone ordering a pizza should warn the delivery person or tell them to call when they get to the house instead of coming to the gate or knocking on the door. Oh yeah the dogs bolted out of the front door and attacked AFTER I had knocked on the door.... sooo uh yeah I wanna poison the dog. I know that sounds terrible but dammit better a dead mean bitey dog than a mauled 2nd grader or pizza person.

Thinking of You

I really do mean it, I do think of you, even the yous I dunno and may never meet... 

It sucks being too nice for your own good. It sucks wearing your heart on your sleeve. 

Insensitive people take, take, take and never give back. It's all about reciprocity and the soul starts to wear thin when all you do is give and receive nothing in return. 

I wish I could tell everyone on Earth to be that way, of course no one ever listens when anyone talks. Especially when what is being talked about is a good idea. Most people are quick to jump on the bad idea wagon cause it's easier. But dammit it's all I have to give and I can't stop giving... stupid brain machine in my skull!

I need to be a taker not a giver.

I combed my hair today.