In the Car.

A typical car ride with my whole familia entails us the three fully grown children smushed in the back seat usually laughing and having a jolly ol time but also occasionally breaking into fights most often started by me, the “mature” oldest. I suppose being 25 and all I could very well sit all mature-like in my seat and look out yonder through the window at the passing trees and occasionally comment on the frailty of life or something, but I would much rather amuse myself by getting the two youngest in trouble a la grade-school antics by tattling on em at all available opportunities.

Baby Susan.

Happy Monday everyone! I hope everyone has returned safe and sound from out yonder and are now nicely tucked back into where y’all belong, which in my case is this FREEZING ICE-CHAMBER OF DEATH disguised as an office (shivering under jacket and lap blanket).

While at home, my baby brother made this amazing discovery of a giant blue folder containing everything I considered of utmost value throughout elementary school! It included all my honor roll certificates, soccer team pictures, musical and concert playbills, every card and post-it my third grade teacher ever wrote me, all the epic stories I wrote in third grade on now-frayed and browned paper, and last but not least, a little blue book called “Third grade memories” that our class made at the end of the year.

I present to you from that book, an original Susan Draws by baby Susan circa 1993:



Obviously I was a great deal more confident of a third grader than I remembered myself to be (check out that coy winking action!) and did not yet possess the great pentagon-drawing skeelz (for the pentagon glasses) I possess today after many many years of grueling training (read: doodling throughout my entire educational career). Allow me also to point out how baby Susan painstakingly drew the line-work in the same color as the coloring to be done inside, with skin being drawn in peach marker, then colored in peach crayon. Brilliant!

Perhaps you may be interested to compare it with one I drew recently of baby Susan back in September:

http://susandraws.blogspot.com/2010/09/young-me-1.html

Thanksgiving.

Happy happy Thanksgiving from NorCal everyone!!!
Hope y’all eat tons of turkey and mashed potatoes and pie and all that good stuff in the company of all your close friends, family, and pets! See you next week!

Smoke.

Our beloved chain smoking CEO is in town this week, and sure sign of his presence is the thick near-visible plumes of cigarette smoke that fill the entire expanse of our office building. Often our eyes will irritate and tear, our throats scar from coughing, and our heads spin from inexplicable headaches and migraines, but all this we are used to, and none of this can deter us from our dogged love for our CEO, or rather: from doggedly acting like the Air Pollution Index in our building is not going head to head with mainland China and that our life expectancies are not fast deteriorating at the rate of minus one year every 15 minutes.

Quote of the Year.

Usually tidbits of chatter from the boys floating into my space automatically get filtered out as static and float right over my head, but this delicious morsel and shining gem of a quote floated in and stayed. What makes this quote most epic is not that the boy called a laptop a “beautiful machine” (fairly standard word usage within the PC industry), but that he started the sentence with “SHALL I…” instead of “can I” or “may I”, as if the pre-appointed time foretold since the beginning of the age had drawn nigh. This is what happens when you mix a majority of Koreans with a minority of non-koreans; though for the most part the Koreans will ignore the non-koreans, the very very rare times they do graciously decide to extend human interaction to the non-koreans, out of their mouths will come English so strange and so awkward that it completely surpasses the category of broken English and jumps right up into the ranks of awesome-double-rainbows-exploding-quote-of-the-year-English!

Pinky-a-gogo

After two weeks of mi coche Pinky-a-gogo (who is not actually pink) being extremely oppressed under mountain dirt from a weekend camping trip, I had never managed to find the time to go get him washed, and then: BAM POW! Over the weekend came these clouds bearing gifts of rain (read: FREE CARWASH!!!)! I am happy to report that Pinky-a-gogo is now the shiniest, happiest, squeaky-clean-est car in all the town! Kids, let this be a lesson that sometimes procrastination DOES pay off.

Champion!

I am totally proud to announce that yours truly has successfully beaten the entire current four levels of Angry Birds (BAM POW!)!!! I now pronounce myself champion and ultimate defeater and ruthless crusher of rubble and green pigs. Above you may see an actual snapshot of me taken for the local paper in which I am candidly chillaxing with my pals. In midair. Because we be FLY like that.