12 year old asian

At 7:30am on Saturday I woke up and decided to get my fabric scissors out and give myself a haircut similar to what you would see on a 12 year old Asian. Or a lampshade.

Drum Roll Please

As promised (to my parents)click HERE to see all the pictures you could ever want to see of us in the South

Food Tour 08'

Here is a collage dedicated to the food establishments we ate at on our 3 day tour of the South. We explored every type of fried food there is... fried green tomatoes, fried okra, fried chicken and waffles, you name it, we ate it. My question is, is do people in the South really eat that much fried chicken? Every where we went there were billboards for different fast food places and restaurants all advertising fried chicken. I think that was the most surprising thing of the trip, oh and that so many people smoke... did no one get the memo that cigarettes turn your teeth yellow, contaminate your lungs, and slowly kill you? There were entire families smoking, like teenagers and their parents.

Other than the cigs, everything about the trip was wonderful. The fall colors, the accents, the charming towns with incredible architecture, we loved every second of it. I'm still working on uploading the rest of the pics, because I know everyone is just dying to see just albums of me and b.

Oops

Sorry I kept the Ode to Myself up so long with out any new updates, but Bret and I were out of town. Thank you for all the birthday wishes, it felt really good, even if I did request them myself.

Out of town you say? Well, yes. We spent 3.5 days traveling in the Dirty South mainly Raleigh, Atlanta, Savannah, and Charleston. We spent a lot of time in the car eating fried chicken while driving to various destinations. I'll post more about it tomorrow when I have uploaded the pics.

yay life.

I'll probably spend most of the day doing this (pictured above) and celebrating life, because today is my birthday. Now don't feel obligated to fill my comment box with birthday wishes (although I never mind a comment), but I just really love my birthday, and I like to blog about happy things (if you couldn't tell).

Today I will celebrate how grateful I am to be alive and healthy. I think if no one acknowledged me on my birthday, I wouldn't mind, I just love that everyone gets their own personal holiday, and today is mine.

So maybe today, for my birthday, all you out there who read my blog and never comment, maybe as a special gift, you'll leave me a comment and we can become cyber friends, in a non-creepy way. Or maybe not, it's up to you, I don't mind either way. I'm just grateful that in a world filled with a lot of suffering, illness, and uncertainty there are people who do wonderful things and care deeply about what is going on around them and that I get to be a part of it all, and for that, I celebrate.

Kind of Disgusting, Kind of Amazing

but mostly disgusting...

Happy Halloween

I like face paint

I think when I have kids it will be more likely for them to have their faces painted then not painted. I love face paint. It's just so funny and it makes everyone happy when you go out with it. (Except for the huge scary beard that Hailey painted on bret's face and when we went to the park he scared all the kids and they went to the other part of the playground).

I think I inherited this love from my mom, who also happens to be an amazing face painter. Well, an amazing painter in general and can translate it onto a face canvas. A few weekends ago we went up to Truckee and spent most of the weekend eating junk, going to the park, and getting our faces painted by Hailey.

Sunol

We went to Sunol Regional Park, I'm not really sure where it is or if it could even be considered a hike, but it was sunny and that's all that matters. Our weekends consist of three things, trying to spend time in the sun, eating donuts, and talking about the barn that we'll one day live in and all the logistics of it. They usually consist of other things that we have to do because we are adults, but they're not nearly as fun to think about as sunshine, donuts, and barns.

RIP Talay 2

I realize that there are kids in a 5 mile radius of my house that probably go to bed hungry and there are people that live in war zones and people who have recently lost their homes because of natural disasters, but as vain as I sound, I can't help but mourn the lose of my beloved bike.

I thought my "get things stolen from me" quota was full for this year, but it wasn't. Some poor, unfortunate soul decided my bike was too desirous and didn't realize that I work full time to afford a few luxuries in life, like a beautiful schwinn, and they jacked my chain and stole my bike.

*two of the pictures above are actually of Talay 1, which was replaced by Talay 2, two years ago.