Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Kimchi Fried Rice.



The other day I was desperately craving Kimchi fried rice. This craving is a rarity, only occurring maybe once a year due to the fact that I don’t really care for Kimchi. But alas, there was no Korean restaurant in my immediate vicinity that had it on their menu, and I can’t stand the smell of raw Kimchi so would never be able to get close enough to it to cook it myself. I proceeded to feel sad and sigh deep gut wrenching sighs for the entire rest of the day at work and all the way home.

As soon as I opened the door J, magically and wondrously and with NO prior knowledge of my craving:



I did MOST ecstatically oblige.



Best Kimchi fried rice ever courtesy of best friend ever!


Monday, August 29, 2011

Bridal Shower.


Fig A: After expending all possibly possible small talk within approximately 3.5 minutes (to give a generous estimate).

Bridal showers are always terribly awkward ordeals.
That is... until the games begin.


Fig B: Whilst PWNING the other tables during the quizshow game.

Come as strangers, leave as friends = Party WIN!

Monday, August 22, 2011

End of Weekend.



Chillin like a villain on our living room futon in my nightie after a warm shower, teddy (not to be confused with fred) under my head, facial mask on my face, a good movie on TV, and bowl of diced watermelon on the coffee table equals end of weekend win.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Hands Free.


Was at the supermarket replenishing my personal inventory of toothpaste and sammich cheese when I spotted this middle aged Muslim lady talking out loud. She had stuffed half her smartphone into her hijab, effectively creating a hands free device so she could talk on the phone whilst maneuvering her shopping cart in proper legal manner (with both hands on the handle-bar of course).



DIY Bluetooth device: WIN.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Feat. J.

J is infatuated with all things Chinese.

She loves Chinese people, Chinese language, Chinese foot massage, Chinese food, China missions, China traveling, and hopes and schemes to one day live in China for good.

For that reason when she gets into matchmaking mode, I like to call her:



The Chinese matchmaker is loud and demanding.



Whatever The Chinese matchmaker says...IS.



Nobody dares to cross The Chinese Matchmaker.



The Chinese Matchmaker considers her forced matchmaking to be the most magnanimous and selfless of deeds indeed and becomes immensely proud of her own self.



So thanks to The Chinese Matchmaker my sister Juice (whilst visiting our haus for one day) haplessly got her number delivered to a strange boy she never met in her life and is not in the least bit interested in.

The Chinese Matchmaker considers this match: MADE.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Bruise.



Woke up with a gnarly bruise on my hip and absolutely no recollection of how it got there.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Coyote Ugly.


No sooner had the double doors swung shut behind me after prancing out of the office last Friday, I found myself not ten feet away from a COYOTE in the office parking lot. It was all scraggly and scruffy like a homeless person but terrifying nonetheless.


The coyote didn’t see me, but continued into the shrubbery toward my car. At that point I had no way to locate it anymore. The distance between the office doors and my car never seemed so hopelessly far with the threat of a potentially rabid and starving coyote just waiting to pounce out from between any number of the other cars to make a feast out of me.

Still holding my breath, I walked backwards back into the building and ran a quick self-assessment.


My biggest concern was that the coyote looked hungry, and that all my leg flesh in all its tender juicy glory was exposed in the stupidly short dress I had chosen to wear that day. I briefly considered having one of the boys walk me to my car, but the boys being the short, sickly, and incredibly exercise deprived and chain-smoking middle aged boys that they are, looked to have a far less chance of surviving a coyote attack than I did. Deciding in the end that my purse was better defense than them anyway, I gingerly headed back out the doors and toward my car.


And proceeded to walk the longest walk of my life, the headlines already running through my head in comic fashion: “Woman Mauled By Coyote In Office Parking Lot, Dress Was Too Short”.

Once safely in my metal box with wheels by which I could fearlessly take any coyote head-on, I realized how little I actually knew about coyotes. Deciding that I should be armed with the know in case it happened again, I did a little Google sleuthing and came across the Arapahoe County Government website's coyote section:

What to do if you see a coyote:
1. NEVER feed or throw food at coyotes.
2. Do NOT turn your back on it, ignore it or run away.
3. NEVER try to pet or touch it.
4. NEVER move towards it, or corner it where it can't run away.
5. YELL and make a lot of noise while slowly moving towards other people.
6. Make eye contact and make your self look bigger-raise your arms high, hold up your jacket or backpack.
7. If a coyote moves towards you, throw sticks or rocks towards it, KEEP YELLING.


If a coyote get's too close to you:
1. Keep yelling.
2. Punch it.
3. Hit it with your backpack.

I kid you not, official (county) government says you should punch a coyote with your bare hands before hitting it with your backpack!!

(Serious face) And now we know.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Stand Up Paddle Boarding.















Years of seeing seals only from a formidable distance from an overhang as they lay like fecal deposits on the shore comically and laboriously bouncing a couple inches to and fro on the sand could do nothing to prepare me for meeting one as big as my board popping up a mere inches away as I stood floating in the middle of the ocean completely alone and long separated from my friends. Alaska documentaries and “Happy Feet” segments of violent monster seals ruthlessly chomping and dragging fish and penguins to their watery deaths started to replay feverishly in my head and I stood frozen lest I provoke it to make a penguin out of me. What probably was only a couple seconds stretched out like weeks before it got bored of me, and considering me to be lame entertainment, slipped back into the ocean and away.



"What up ese?"


*Silent Screams of terror*