Thursday, August 14, 2008

Jar Of Randomness

Have you been watching the 2008 Olympics? To be honest, I wasn't particuarly interested one way or the other. Which is odd considering that I used to be transfixed when I was growing up - the agony and the ecstasy. Not so much now.

Perhaps it has something to do with my misplaced sense of national loyalty. Korean by birth, Canadian by citizenship and now a long-time US resident. Who does one cheer for?

Then I sat down, watched some swimming and was hooked.

Does it matter who wins? Not really. Now it's just appreciation for bodies honed to the point of perfection, under the burden of unenviable pressure. You have to admire that regardless of what country you're from.

Heard a cover of an old favorite and loved it. Running up that hill. The video is morbid though - emo much?

Yesterday, some kids made a lemonade stand at the corner of my street. A lemonade stand. It was very well done with a table, chairs and an umbrella to shade the entrepreneurs.

Can you believe that summer is almost over? Where is it all going?

Sunday, August 03, 2008

How To...

Thanks for all the birthday love. My sister in particular has managed to outdo herself. I remember that green-paneled, polyester dress. I remember thinking it was the most beautiful item of clothing in the whole wide world.

So, how to age gracefully and still manage to torture your husband? Make him finish the bear he's been working on since last September!!



This little guy is finally finished - complete with jointed head and limbs. How fancy! And aside from a little assistance here and there from me (aka threading the needle and tying knots), the boy made this all on his own.

Does he enjoy all this crafting goodness? Well, yesterday after we left the pottery studio (after a few solid hours of cursing), we realized that we left his jacket behind. But he didn't want to go back and get it. It's still there...and I'm not even kidding.

[p.s. If you say anything mean about my boy's bear, I'll cut you.]

Saturday, August 02, 2008

I Am Cheese

And/or fine wine.

I think my driver's license is lying to me. It says I'm 37. But I'm certain that I'm not. I mean, I don't feel 37 and I certainly don't act or look like it. Certainly not!

Hmmm. But I did have to pull out 5 white hairs this morning. They didn't bother me yesterday when I was only 36 but this morning, they had to go!

I think it's the boy's fault. He keeps getting older and has decided to drag me with him. What a mean thing to do. Which means, I should take him to paint some pottery this weekend!