Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Disney Princess

I had a wonderful dream this morning. I dreamt that I was chosen out of everyone to be the official Disney Princess of the Day. I don't know if there is such a thing outside of Dreamland, but I was it!

This meant that I had an entourage, got a makeover, and was able to wear a glamorous dress. And I don't mean a stupid polyester dress from the stores on Main Street. I'm talking an Oscar Red Carpet worthy dress. I was going to lead the parade around Disneyland and I didn't even have to practice my wave since I've been practicing it ever since seeing "The Princess Diaries" for the first time in middle school.

The best part of it was that all of the friends and family members I had ever encountered were allowed to enter my Magic Kingdom for free.

My arch nemesis from high school was even guaranteed free admission. Even though I hated her stinkin' guts, I still allowed her to enjoy Disneyland because I was a pretty, pretty princess who had a kind and gentle heart. And she thanked me profusely. "Why, how generous of you, Princess Min. I'm sorry I ever treated you badly."

I don't remember much else, but at one point I WAS FREAKIN' FLYING. Like magic pixie dust flying!

But then I woke up and realized that I was actually still in my bedroom in middle-of-nowhere Texas. Sad day, you guys. Sad day.

I blame Facebook for this dream. Blackout days for annual pass holders has finally ended so everybody and their moms decided to post pictures of them at Disneyland on Facebook. How inconsiderate!

My sister is guilty of this as well, but at least her picture was clever:

Best McKayla Maroney face
I'm not going to forgive her though for showing me this video of Disney's new Glow with the Show Ears. Somebody please PLEASE take me Disneyland!

Monday, August 27, 2012

World's Best Secretary

A couple of weeks ago, The Hubby and I were asked to attend a short ceremony on post and we were the honored guests. Hubby was moved to his third job since we moved to Fort Hood, meaning some changes for the both of us. 

We were recognized for our hard work with the Company. Of course Hubby worked about 1,000X harder than I ever did as the Family Readiness Group Leader. Can you tell from my body language that I was terribly uncomfortable? Also, I have the worst posture ever!

Hubby gave a speech that was short and sweet while I rambled on about how great the FRG is and how the Soldiers should get their wives involved in volunteering. And I actually mean it!

Then we took a group picture and I was surrounded by smelly dudes who probably hated standing in the 100 degree weather hearing us talk about nonsense.

They were thoughtful enough to gift me a bouquet of roses. I laughed at the little plastic tag that said, "World's Best Secretary." I suppose all the "World's Best FRG Leader" bouquets were sold out.

I know I complained a lot about being the FRG Leader and how it was a thankful job, but it truly was rewarding. Now that I no longer hold the position, I can look back at it all and think of all the good I was able to do for our Soldiers and their families. I know that there were people who appreciated it all, even if they didn't think of thanking me personally.

Fourth of July banner sent to Iraq last year.
Root beer float fundraiser.
Recognition of the spouses on Military Spouse Appreciation Day.
Company party and Easter Egg hunt.
Over 1,050 colored Captain America pages for Soldiers returning home from deployment, a stack five inches thick.

I truly cared about everyone in our Company and it meant a great deal to me that they trusted their families to my care while they were deployed and while they were home. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Furry Friday

Sound asleep and still giving me kisses. Thanks, girl!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

No, Merle! Why?!

A long time ago, I had read a review by Cabana's mom on the book Merle's Door: Lessons from a Freethinking Dog. I finally had the chance to finish reading it on Monday and it really broke my heart.

I absolutely loved the book and it's one I would like to add to our little library. Despite enjoying it so much, I was dreading the ending the entire time because I knew that eventually the clever dog's health would deteriorate and I would end up crying.

And cry I did. I came out of the bedroom in tears and blubbered on about how Merle was dead and how I didn't want Bella to die. Hubby just looked at me in confusion. Who was this maniac and could it possibly be the same woman he had married?

Basically, I was like this woman crying after "Marley and Me."


I started hugging Bella and telling her, "Bella, don't die, okay? Okay, Bella? Don't die!" Of course she refused to pay any attention to me and continued sleeping.

So that's why this blog has been so focused on dogs lately.

I am looking forward to reading about Merle's predecessor, Pukka, though. It'll be nice to read a book about a dog and not have it die at the end.

Eye Contact

The Hubby's alarm goes off at about 0440 every morning. As loud as it is, I rarely hear it go off. Most of the time, I'm not even aware that The Hubby is up and about until he kisses me goodbye. I do know that The Hubby struggles to get Bella outside to go to the bathroom every now and then because I'll hear him calling for her several times.

Hubby: Bella has been taking her sweet little time coming to the back door lately.
Me: Well you spend a lot of time in the kitchen anyway. Can't you just wait for her?
Hubby: Yeah, but I have to keep watching for her because if I don't make eye contact with her right away she'll just turn around and go back to the bedroom to sleep.

What a character!

Monday, August 20, 2012

Photo Dump

A collection of pictures from my phone, both old and new.

Riley's birthday greeting for me.
Poor bunny could not survive Riley's tiny little teeth.
Enjoying dinner on the patio.
Little troublemaker. 

How to keep your dog cool in TX.
Spiders don't scare Bella.
Doggy kisses.
Another torturous treat dispensing toy.

We need a bigger couch.
Somebody is not a fan of bath time.

A zipper clutch for a friend.
Rainy day Pho. Always Pho me.
Peach shooter? Yes, please!
My friend got paid to watch this little one.

Bella's sad face when told to stop tearing her toy apart.
Hubby patching up one of her favorite toys.
Sleepy and cuddly puppy.
Victim of weekend morning boredom.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Furry Friday

Nap time on July 4th.
Because being on vacation is sooo tiring.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Cats vs. Dogs

I spent an hour this morning on YouTube watching sweet videos like this one of a dog welcoming home her Soldier after a long deployment:

And then I came across this one of a cat:

Dogs rule.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Time When We Were Almost Barfed On

In the ferris wheel some other, happier time.
I tell this story to anyone who will listen if the subject of ferris wheels or puking ever comes up in conversation. A few years ago, The Hubby and I were visiting Disney California Adventure Park, where we always save the giant ferris wheel for nighttime. Ferris wheels are most romantic at night, dontcha know?

If you go at a less crowded time, they'll give you your own gondola and won't force you to sit with strangers. Every party before us were allowed to have their own gondolas. When we stepped into our gondola, a pair of girls walked in and took their seats across from us.

I absolutely love the swinging gondolas on this ride. It's like a miniature pirate ship ride, but up in the air and without any handle bars to hold on to.

One of the girls trapped in the cage with us was obviously not comfortable. She had her head hidden in her friend's shoulder the entire time and was screaming the entire way around the wheel. We found it hilarious until she looked up at us and started mumbling about how she needed a bag.

Sick girl: Quick. I need a bag. I need a plastic bag.
Friend: Uh...I don't have a bag! Are you okay?
Sick girl, while looking straight at us: I'm sorry. I have to barf.
Me: Oh, yeah that's okay!

And then she threw up right in the middle of the floor.

Hubby laughs in uncomfortable situations. This was an uncomfortable situation. I was so embarrassed by his rude reaction, but couldn't really blame him. At least he didn't yell obscenities or throw up himself. It could very well have ended up like this:

I repeatedly asked her if she was alright as it was obvious that she was mortified by what had happened. I grabbed a couple of napkins from my giant purse and handed them to her. Instead of wiping her mouth, she started to clean the floor. I told her that it was okay and that they had people who could do that for her. 

After finally getting off the ride in what seemed like an hour later, I overheard a Disney cast member on the radio saying, "We have a code blue. I repeat. A code blue."

Before being trapped in a cage with vomit.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Seven Things

1. Me while watching the Closing Ceremonies last night: "I'm only here for the Spice Girls." For five perfect minutes, Sporty, Ginger, Scary, Baby, Posh and Sporty Spice rocked it in unbelievably high heels. Hubby knew the words to their songs better than I did due to growing up with a younger sister. We also had a debate on which Spice Girl aged the best. Our conclusion is that they all look damn good.

Oh my, Scary Spice's nipples.

2. I've decided that I absolutely hate cuddling at night. I've written before about how Hubby's arm is so heavy that I feel like he's crushing me. The other night, Hubby tried to spoon me in the middle of the night and my groans of disapproval weren't getting to him so I literally started shoving him away. My body behaved with zero self control while my mind would have been a little more polite. 

3. Love this clever proposal to Julie, and especially love that the guy had the foresight to turn on the webcam to film the whole thing. This Disney proposal is still my all-time favorite.

4. I like testing new recipes every week. I tried this caramelized baked chicken recipe in a slow cooker and it came out like beef jerky, but with chicken. Hubby compared it to a MRE, which is probably the worst critique possible. Brian Williams take on MREs is hilarious. Caramel apple pork chops are always a hit though.

5. Jeremy Lin is one classy dude. He arranged a Skype chat with a 5-year old boy who was upset that Lin wasn't going to continue playing with the Knicks. Instead of bashing the Knicks or telling him to cheer for the Rockets, Lin encouraged the boy to root for the Knicks anyway. 

P.S. A fantastic article on how "it's OK to offend Asian Americans because they simply won't fight back." Someone on a bike in San Diego shouted, "Ni hao. Wo ai ni," causing my blood to boil. I really wanted to chase him down and punch him in the face, but instead I just shook my head in disbelief. In San Diego of all places!

6. Who was that loving woman hugging the Fab/Fierce Five after each gymnastic event? Jenny Zhang is someone I would love in my life.

7. Someone else I would love in my life? Michelle Obama. I don't remember the comment Hubby made about her, but I responded with: "How dare you? She's perfect? I love her!" I even had a dream last night that I was at Disneyland with her. And then I woke up in Texas. Sad day.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Gone Camping...At Home

I like sleeping under a roof. (source)
Guys, we didn't have clean running water from Sunday to Wednesday morning. It was terrible.

We woke up to really low water pressure on Sunday morning. It was an inconvenience because I couldn't make Hubby wash our crockpot for dinner. I even had the foresight to take out our chicken to thaw out the morning before, which rarely happens. My meal plan was awry, and I was not happy. There was nothing we could do so we went on with our day and headed to Austin with Bella and friends to the dog park.

All three of us were filthy from having dozens of wet dogs rub up against us. It was devastating to find out that our water supply was not deemed safe and needed to be tested for E. coli and other bacteria. So gross!

Luckily, we had emergency bottles of water in the closet and plenty of hand sanitizer to wash our hands with. However, I was not up to boiling water to wash our dishes or vegetables for dinner. We ended up going to McDonald's and ordering five McChicken sandwiches, small fries, and 20-piece Chicken McNuggets. Disgusting.

Thankfully, one of my friends allowed us to invade her home to take hot showers before bed. And it felt soooo good. Bella remained gloriously stinky though because I couldn't risk her consuming the water during her bath.

On Monday, we were still told that the water was unsafe. Hubby was to leave for the field the next day so I purchased a bunch of microwave meals for dinner for myself in case I was unable to cook the next few days. I told him that he was getting some insight on my life while he was deployed.

The city only advised us to boil water used for consumption and said that doing laundry and taking showers was fine, but I wasn't risking it. There might be shit in my water. SHIT IN MY WATER. No, thank you.

Hubby asked why I was freaking out. Again, to him I say: SHIT IN MY WATER.

As if this water thing wasn't bad enough, I am still without a valid drivers license because it is taking forever and a day for even my temporary license to arrive from California. In case you haven't put it all together, I was stranded at home by myself without any clean running water for days. At one point, our electricity went out and I started swearing up and down.

I had to ask a friend to drive me to her house so that I could shower because baby wipes and dry shampoo just wasn't going to cut it.

Yes, I know that there are many people in the world without the luxury of having clean water, but I am not accustomed to this. I'm so thankful to live in a country where we have access to E. coli free water (most of the time).

Agenda for the weekend includes filling up our emergency bin, which has been empty since Bella decided to eat three packages of MREs, chemicals and all. She should probably be dead. How is it that she can eat such terrible things and be okay, but needs dog food that costs $85 for a 25-lb bag?

Washing dishes is the bane of my existence, but I couldn't wait to do some scrubbing when the water was finally deemed safe. After this little mishap, I'm trying to make more of an effort to tidy up the house before going to bed. We'll see how long that lasts...

Friday, August 10, 2012

Furry Friday

Bella is not a fan of baths. 
She spends the entire time staring at the corner of the shower, hoping that it will all end soon.

Her reward for her patience is extra cuddle time on the bed.
I think it's a fair trade.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Photo Dump

A collection of pictures from my phone, both old and new.

Peony season is my favorite time of the year.
Best fortunes.
Big Lots finds.
My love for all things Martha.

Scored a beautiful $15 H&M dress I found on clearance.
Good deed of the day: leaving coupons I don't plan on using around Target.

Delicious French Toast from Walton's Fancy and Staple in Austin.
A donut obsession.

Boredom on our road trip.
Bella is jealous of Riley's true lapdog size.
Fast asleep like this.
A loose dachshund outside my window. 

It's like eating really old gum.
I have poor veins for blood tests.
Bella arranges the stuffing on her bed so that it perfectly cradles her body.
A strange looking gecko finds its way into our house.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Bella, The Lake Dog

The highlight of our weekend was taking Bella to Auditorium Shores in Austin. It's our absolute favorite dog park and Bella does so well there. She's never had any problems with other dogs like she has at the two other dog parks we've taken her to. It takes us one and a half hours to drive there and we always leave filthy, but it is so worth it.

Bella does not do well with dogs bigger than she is. When we took her to a different dog park a few weeks ago, Bella snapped and went after another dog violently. She not only growled and bared her teeth, but she actually chased this dog, looking like she wanted to rip his throat out. This dog was happy-go-lucky in nature and thought she was playing so he didn't mind at all. Luckily, Bella was too slow to get ahold of him. 

We put Bella on her leash and let her chill out for a bit. Later, the same dog ran over and wanted to "play" again and Bella showed aggression once more. We decided that it was time to leave. Yes, we have that dog that nobody wants to be around at the dog park.

Bella doesn't seem to mind all the big dogs at Auditorium Shores though. It's a magical place.

Dog watching is so much fun in Austin. You get to see so many unique and adorable dogs, even some with mohawks and shoes.

We hardly have to persuade Bella to put her paws in the lake as that's where all the cool pups are. She's never actually jumped into the water on her own, though. Bella seemed to be content watching the other dogs having fun.

But Bella became intrigued with this brave puppy and wanted to play with him. He wanted nothing to do with Bella and was only interested in fetching his tennis ball.

The dog made a sudden leap into the water after his owner threw his ball in the lake. Bella went after him and fell in the water. We thought she would climb out immediately, but she surprised us and turned around towards the ball.

My dog wants to fetch? What is this madness?

I was so proud of her when she actually got the ball.

But for some reason she changed her mind and left it behind and swam back to us.

She was one happy, stinky, wet dog.

P.S. This is my friend's dog, Lucky. She was rescued from the streets and always gets lots of compliments on her beautiful blue eyes.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Sleepless Nights

Source: via Min on Pinterest

Hubby and I are both ill. It started out with an innocent cough last week from The Hubby and progressively turned into some sort of all out assault on his throat. He would cough all through the night and I would think to myself, “Gah! Please shut up! I'm trying to sleep.”

Yeah, I'm kind of a bitch when I'm tired. Three AM is not a pleasant time for anyone, honey. I suppose I'm still getting used to sharing a bed with someone else.

Once I got past that inconsiderate phase, though, I would try to pat his back and feel sympathy towards him. I hate it when things are out of my hands. All I'm able to do to help him is make him hot honey lemon drinks to soothe his throat, something I learned to do while working at a restaurant during my college years. I don't think it's a coincidence that I started having nightmares about waitressing again.

He finally went to see someone yesterday so that he could rule out bronchitis or pneumonia. Instead of seeing a doctor, though, he was directed to a nurse. I have huge respect for nurses. One of my best friends is a nurse. However, they're not doctors who are more knowledgable simply because of how much more schooling they have.

Hubby was sent away with some Mucinex and Claritin knock offs that obviously don't work as he was coughing up a storm last night, too. I'm feeling that little tickle in my throat, a stuffy nose, and bouts of bad headaches. I'm downing a lot of orange juice and vitamin C in an effort to stop the cold in its tracks.

You know how men supposedly turn into huge babies when they're ill? That's not the case with Hubby, thank goodness. I'm terrible when I'm sick, though. I burrow myself in blankets and sleep until I can't sleep anymore. I won't shower, clean, cook dinner, or change clothes. It's bad, folks.

We're having a tough few days here, which I'll go into further later this week. I'm sure we'll be laughing about this a few months from now. Hopefully.

P.S. I saw a pin on Pinterest that eating marshmallows would help a sore throat so we purchased some on our last grocery run. I think it's just an excuse to eat tons of marshmallows without guilt because it totally did not work for us.

Monday, August 6, 2012

CA Day 11: Grooming and a Family Feast

I can't express how difficult it is to get good Asian food in Texas. The Thai food restaurants here taste more like bad Chinese food while Chinese food costs an exorbitant amount and is always sketchy. The only Pho joint in the area is in a terrible part of town and Pho is not worth getting shot for. Hubby and I saved dim sum for our last day in California. I was slightly disappointed because our favorite dishes weren't being carted out on a late Thursday morning. They save the good stuff for weekends.

We didn't have huge plans for the our final day so I ended up making a last minute hair cut appointment. I hadn't had my hair cut since my last disastrous one last May and I needed desperately to get rid of some excess weight for the summer. I'm not sure why I always ask for my hair to be so short when I'm a fan of longer lengths. I guess if I only get one hair cut a year I might as well "trim" off nine inches.

Hubby got a little pampering of his own. I sent him to get a clean shave and cut at a Korean barbers shop, mostly because I really hated that beard of his. They even placed fresh cucumbers on his eyes. What a treat!

My family was hosting dinner for us that evening and my grandmother went all out with some of my favorite homemade dishes. Curry, cabbage, handmade Taiwanese sausages, bok choy, marinated eggs, noodles...One of my greatest regrets is not learning how to cook from my grandmother. 

My grandmother is the toughest and most talented lady I know.

We managed to take a family picture thanks to my sister's friend who joined us for dinner that evening. I think it was so unfair that Riley was able to get in the shot, but not Bella. It's kind of amazing that she's looking straight at the camera though.

And a here's a little outtake. My grandmother so did not appreciate Riley in her face. I miss my family.

 That ends my recap of our trip to California. Hope you enjoyed it!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Celebrating 24 Years

A few pictures from my 24th birthday.