Christmas was 2 months ago

I was born in the south. I like winter only lasting 10 minutes. I don't mind 100 degree weather. Seriously. It give me an excuse to sit indoors in the air-conditioning all day and eat a bucket of ice cream.

But this chill that annually creeping through the rest of the states is NOT my friend. (Although it has made my electric blanket and I very close.) Even when it isn't technically cold I'm still that person wearing 10 layers to cover my ever-preset chicken skin and asking for you to turn down the ac as you flick the sweat off your forehead and wear tank tops in hope of getting a tan with the windows down. With that said, my idea of fun does not usually involve being in any situation I am freezing my toes off.

Lately, zozi has been having deals on snow adventures.
Uhhh, digging yourself a hole in the snow and sleeping in it overnight is not an adventure, it sounds like punishment. It's one of those things that only sounds like a good option in do-it-or-die situations. Why would I want to pay for that? Marketing folks for the site should get a raise b/c somehow they convinced jbear that the adventure sounds super awesome!

My only exceptions to snow are 5-minute snowball fights, 15 minutes of sledding, one day of skiing and maybe 30 minutes of snowmobiling if I had the opportuniy. Let's check the list. No snow caves. No snow-shoeing. No thank you. We can stay in and play kinect and get just as good of a workout. If you'd like the experience I imagine it being similar to sleeping in the freezer overnight. And it's free!

It's supposed to snow in SF this weekend. Seriously?!? Just when I thought I should stop boot shopping. Oh well. Avoid the city. Have you seen how people drive in the rain? After one drop everyone forgets how to signal and use the accelerator or slow down or notice other drivers. I can't imagine how confused everyone would be in the snow.

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Sweet life

Scenes from yesterday:
Are you going out somewhere nice tonight?
No, I have a test.

Are those flowers from your boyfriend?
No, I bought them for you (awesome roommates).

Did you get flowers?
No, I got a cool picture of a zebra.

Do you like zebras?
Not particularly, but they have cool eyelashes.

I think the only places you'd notice a difference on vday is at the store. There are lots of heart balloons and swarms of males vulture circling the floral department swooping whatever the florist puts out.

I got caught up at work, lost track of time, ended up shopping with my roommate, giving jbear his gift, got a stomach ache and burping alot (just being thorough). I decided to accept the fact I am not one of those people that can have a full-time job, 17 hours of class a week, sound mind and happy relationships. Something had to give. I traded in 9 hours of class for a piece of my sanity back and a non-grumpy demeanor. Too bad it is past the drop date. But what a lovely, stress-free night with people I love.

Oh! Franz brought back a box of goodies from Whole Foods. I LOVE whole foods desserts. I claimd a chocolate cheesecake. We talked a lot about starting food blogs. I never got around to starting mine and who knows when I'll have time to play in the kitchen again. I can't wait for him to start his foodie blog.

And on Sunday I got to see my friend from Japan. I met her in gospel choir. Jbear was sweet enough to put aside some study time to drive me to the city to pick her and her husband up. We took them to the nike outlet, zachary's pizza (her favorite!), ici (I wish I could have a cone with all their flavors), and convinced them to come back next year. Heroes for a night. =)

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Sunny day

I've seen the facebook photos of Californians that have left the sunny state and ventured out to other places in the USA and now have to shovel their cars out of snow. Much of the US may be covered in snow, but just in case they are wondering, yes it is still another gorgeous sunny day in Cal-i-for-ni-a. Yay! And yes, sales tax is almost 10%. Boo. But thank you God for desserts and beaches.

This past weekend we finally made it down to socal for Jbear's sister's birthday. It was my first trip with his family and I was terribly nervous about the whole thing and tried to weasel my way out of the thing... a few times. I get motion sick and 6 hours on anything moving did not sound like a good idea. I thought I was out of vacation hours. I thought I was starting class last Saturday not this upcoming Saturday. I never found the gift for her and gifts is totally my love language and that is not acceptable. I have so much studying to do. But somehow everything fell into place...for the most part. Jbear's mom rented a new, spacious van. I stuffed my backpack with dresses and my study material because I'm trying to be a nerd again but no gift. Jbear drove and I sat up front sleeping for much of the ride. I am so thankful he offfers to drive without asking me. All in all, I had a great time.

Since the weekend was all for her and what she wanted to do, and she's a total foodie, what we did was eat... a lot. No complaints here. (Except the 5 lbs I gained in 2 days!?!) Things I discovered- pastrami is delicious when hot (and with melted guyere), kyochun is dare I say even more delicious than bonchon, caramel kettle corn exists in downtown disney (gogo! Its AH-mazing), lil B is super easy to travel with these days (old enough to keep himself busy and listen to intructions without getting upset but still young enough to say the cutest things) and my dream home is sitting by huntington beach.

California dreaming.

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pseudo-Nerd

I forget how tough being a student is... a good student.
The I'm bringing my books on vacation and looking at flashcards instead of talking to you -type.

It's only week 2 of this class I've been wanting to take for forever, and you'd think I'd be bursting with motivation, but no. I'm tired. And dare I say... slow? Did school always move this fast? I forget (it's been THAT long). Am I officially "old" now?

Post-college I've mostly been taking professional development classes. Courses very specific to certain jobs. Once a week, I sit in a room filled with middle-aged people in career clothing taking night courses after a full day of work. A classroom of people focused on their jobs, hand out business cards left and right, are still shaky on powerpoint and are late to class when they need to pick up their teenage kids from lacrosse practice. It's different. Things tend to move slower... Concepts tend to seem simpler.

But the type of class I spent 17.5 years of life taking, I'm not so used to anymore. Everyone comes in wearing sweatshirts lugging backpacks, atleast one hand attached to their cell phone and seem so young (even if they aren't) and energetic (even if they aren't). It's definitely a different vibe.

And class is twice a week from 5:20-10pm. I'm allowed to gripe just a bit right? That's longer than those 3 hour finals I despised sitting through! I spend half the time wondering what have I gotten myself into? and the other half in love with each new discovery.

Those full-time working, full-time parent, part/full-time parents?

I totally respect.

Okay, my 15 minutes of griping are over. I have a date with some lonely textbooks.

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Rabbit

[I thought I published this yesterday but it totally disappeared. Very peculiar...]

Happy chinese new year!

This doesn't mean as much to me now that I'm older. It used to be my favorite holiday because my mom would drag my brother and I to many lavish dinners with friends that would give the kids red bags with lucky money. I looked forward to it because I would get to keep $20 and the rest of the money went into the bank. It was very exciting getting to choose what to do with that andrew jackson. In middle school I looked forward to my monthly copy of campus journal from rbc ministries. I know mail is mail when you get older. Since it's mostly bills and credit card offers or advertisements, but mostly bills, it's not very exciting. But when you are a kid mail is magical. I loved my campus journals. I used to save every issue for years. So my jackson usually went in a shaky, self-addressed letter to rbc ministries. Now that I'm older I think maybe I shouldn't have sent cash, but I dont think they give checkbooks and checking accounts to 10 year olds... do they?

Anyways, that's what chinese new year used to mean to me. It was the one time of year I got to tithe MY OWN money. Now that I'm older, tithing doesn't seem as exciting nor does this holiday. No more fancy dinners at big restaurants. No more lucky money. Wow that sounds a bit depressing. But I think I'm nearing the age when I should be giving out the little red envelopes and sharing the magic with a new generation of little kids. My coworker said it is your turn when you get married. There should be a rule book or something.

On a happier note, chinese new year means sticky rice cake. I know it doesn't always look like it, but it still counts as cake. And who doesn't like cake? (Besides the odd couple with a giant cheese wheel at their wedding.) Yay for cake!

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Angry twitter bird

This is what I think the twitter bird could look like if it became an angry bird. Green pigs put on your cement helmets and look out!

(I thought it was too cute to have the angry eyebrows. And yes, now that my phone takes pictures I am much too tired to scan things or take pictures with a nicer camera and upload them.)

In other news, I believe I have a cold. A fluctuating cold. I get better and worse. Then better and worse. False hope is so... disappointing.

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