I think if you look at me now, I would probably look like the picture on the left. Not to complain but my back aches, so do my knees, legs, and heels. My arms don’t hurt but my fingers were full of pain about two hours ago. Now, I just have the usual wrist pain in my right wrist, probably from what people call the “mouse hand”. Continue reading “TGIF: I am achy and exhausted!” →
So I’ve had a wonderfully odd day that was full of good and bad, how ’bout you? Continue reading “The Good, The Bad, and the Oddest” →
School is officially starting in about 2 hours!
Now and then, I would reminisce on my middle school years. My middle school years were the happiest, the most dramatic, and the most miserable years I have ever gone through. I would happy because I had friends, actual friends compare to now, well, no friends. Then there are all those days walking home among a group of people who tease, make fun, and busily filling in the gossip. They made walking home fun. The things I don’t miss about those years were the thievery and the misery from my so-call “friends”. Yes, thievery! My stuff like my erasers, pencils, and even wallet and keys goes missing in a blink of an eye!
There were also these embarrassing situations where my face turns horrendously red because of my lack of vocabulary at the time. My so-call “friends” will be my friends when they want to but when they don’t, they took advantage of my lack of vocabulary skills and made remarks or asked me questions that I had no way of answering or just made me look stupid. Well, I just barely came in the U.S. two years ago while you were born here, how is that fair? I’d often muttered.
Anyway, there were many times when they said some crazy remarks that I wish I could justify, in 3 words, zing them back. I have a love/hate relationship with those times because at the time, my school was about 50% Asian and it was all about competition and remarks. While those were fun, they were sometimes hurtful and mean. I remember the most hurtful remark was when someone sneakily asked me whether I was a lesbian because of my short hair.
I didn’t know what that word meant at the time and it was loud outside, so I thought she said “vegetarian” and I said “yes”. I realized years later what I should had said was “Are you?” That comment basically ruined me, caused me misery for the remainder of my 7th grade year. People started calling me “he she” or pointed and laughed at me for my stupidity. I was too afraid to shoot them back at the time because I was very tiny and I didn’t want to start a fight or anything like that.
In 8th grade, when there was a new kid in school, that remark quickly turned into “you should be with him” or “you two would go great together” and they would guffaw. I had already started to grow my hair but it wasn’t long enough yet because apparently if you’re a girl and have short hair, some dumb asses would automatically assume you’re a boy or you’re gay.
Anyway, my point aside, in a way, I became somewhat known and I had an actual friend to back me up in situations like this. Since that friend in middle school, the only friends I’ve ever made was in my junior year in high school and those friends were even truer than the one in middle school. They stuck by me and helped me through various situations.
After we graduated, we lost touch when we went our separate ways but I will never forget them. At the start of each semester in college, I would reminisce and wonder whether I will find a friend or even a group of people like in middle school or high school again. Well, today, I am going to new school full of strangers who don’t know me. I know making friends is tough but I think I will really give it a go this time instead of during my undergraduate year when I just sat around waiting for a friend to come along.
Cross your fingers and wish me luck.
I have three favorite drinks but I don’t have a signature drink. I tried to replicate my favorite drinks a few times to tweak it to make it my own but it was never successful. I guess I don’t have a gift for making drinks. Either that or you can only make it using professional grade blender and not my cheap $20 blender.
I should probably tell about my favorite drinks and why I can’t replicate them. My ultimate top of the list drink is the Boba milk tea. I’ve only had it twice, once in China and once in Oakland, California. I tell you, it is the best thing I have ever drunk. I will never forget it. I have never seen the process in making this delicious drink but my mom has when she worked in a restaurant. She told me it involves a lot of hard work to get that tapioca just right and you need special machine to do it. Also the calories for this drink happens to be horrendous, so I don’t want to drink too much.
My next favorite drink is milkshake. I think everybody knows what is in a milkshake, ice cream and milk blended together in creamy goodness. I first fell in love with this drink when my step-grandmother bought it for me at Burger King. It instantly became my favorite drink, that is before I rediscovered the deliciousness of Boba. Then every Sunday, right after church when my step-grandparents, step-dad, and I go to Burger King to get our usual Sunday meal (me, fish sandwich), I would also order a milkshake.
The hazard of milkshake, though, is the calories. After I learned the enormous calories and my eyes popped open at the number, I quit drinking it but it remained as one of my favorite drinks. I tried to make it a few times but it was a big failure because it turns out, it doesn’t work if there are nuts in the ice cream and that is the only kind my mom buys.
Last but not least, fruit smoothie. I consider this drink to be the healthy alternative to the milkshake. It’s got fruit. It’s got yogurt. It’s got juice. My favorite place to get smoothie is Ben and Jerry. Yes, the ice cream shop but their signature smoothies are out of this world. I made it myself a couple times but it was so watery and everything tasted wrong. Don’t get me started about mom’s smoothie. She doesn’t like cold drinks so she uses room temperature water instead of juice. Room temperature water, yuck. Plus she puts all kinds of weird things in there that I can’t even mention on here.
Although I am regularly on some kind of diet, I still do like to enjoy some of my favorite drinks once in a while.
In that single moment, my life changed forever. How could you do this to me? To yourself? You promised to take care of yourself while I was gone. Now, five days after Christmas and here I am, standing in the cold with a bunch of people I have never met while you just lay there with your hands fold across your chest.
December is supposed to be a month to cheer, not mourn or grieve. Now, each time I hear a cheerful Christmas song, it would be a reminder of the darkest month of my life. As the pastor spoke, I felt my hands inching toward Aunt Jade on my left and Aunt Liz on my right, both whom, like me stand here for the same reason, to mourn a love one.
I could have never thought that less than a month ago, I was counting down the days until the end of finals and the beginning of winter break when I would go skiing with my friends. I called you right before finals week and told you my plans for winter break. I thought you’d be disappointed that I wasn’t coming home for Christmas but you sounded glad. You told me that it was time for me to go have fun and act my age for once. I was so relieved to hear that.
Five minutes after our call, my phone rang. I thought you had forgotten to tell me something but it was Aunt Liz. Her voice sounded panicky and slightly distraught. “It’s Henry, they just took him to the hospital.”
“The hospital? W-what happened?” I quickly asked. I could feel my hand shaking.
It sounded like Liz’s lips were quivering. That’s not like her. She was usually the one that was held together no matter what. Slowly and steadily, Liz breathed and said. “Can you come to the hospital as soon as you can?” I didn’t say anything. I was about an hour away but even if I did make it, what good would that do for Uncle Henry? Sensing my hesitation, Liz went on. “I mean, you know I’ve always assumed the worst. I just need someone to keep me company. If you can’t come, that’s okay.”
I wanted to object and say I have finals but my aunt sounded so distraught and terrified. I couldn’t say no. “No, no, I’ll be right here. See you in a little bit.”
A few hours later, I pulled my Ford into the upper level of the hospital’s parking garage. I then rode the elevator up to the fourth floor where Liz was waiting anxiously for me. She almost let out a sigh of relief when she saw me. She opened her arms, “Come here,” and I went into them automatically. “Thank you so much for coming.”
I smiled, “It’s not a problem. How is Uncle Henry?”
She stepped back and we began walking down the first hallway. “He’s been complaining about his back hurts for the past few days. This morning, I went grocery shopping and when I came back, I found him face-down unconscious on the floor. It scared the daylight out of me.”
“I’m sorry.” I said quietly as we walked into a room. Uncle Henry rested on the remote adjustable bed, an IV tube stuck out of his arm while another plastic tube up his nose. The corners of his mouth tilted in a tiny smile as he saw us walk in.
“Hey, honey, how are you feeling?” Liz asked.
“Like shit.” Uncle Henry replied. His voice was dull and coarse unlike his normal clear chirpy voice. “The doctor told me I’m too late for chemo.”
Liz later explained that Henry has late stages of liver cancer and the doctor has determined that it was inoperable. Even chemotherapy wouldn’t save him. “How can he not know he had cancer?” I asked after we were out of the room. For as long as I’ve known Henry, he was a completely healthy man. Unlike you, he doesn’t drink alcohol, other than an occasional smoke and he ate a strictly healthy diet.
Liz was as shock as me. “I know. The last time he went to the doctor was a month ago and the doctor told him everything was fine.”
Later that week, in the midst of finals, I decided to drive home to pay you a visit. I rang the doorbell to avoid digging through my purse for the keys. You didn’t answer. I rang again, wondered where you were in the middle of the day. You had no job and money and with your car had been repossessed more than six months ago, you were trapped in the house. I sighed and searched for the key at the bottom of my bag. A few minutes later, I stuck the key into the keyhole and turned.
It was like a punch in the face. The overwhelming scent of cigarettes and alcohol wafted through the closed interior of the house. My chest tightened slightly with anger and irritation. You’ve been drinking and smoking again, haven’t you?
I dropped the key back in my purse and passed the foyer into the living room. “Dad? Are you here?” No answer.
I went into your bedroom. Everything was a mess, the sheets were on the floor and it looked as if it hasn’t been cleaned in weeks. I almost gagged at the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. I walked into the family room. Ashes were all over the wooden floor and it was like someone spilled alcohol everywhere. Is this what I get for going off to college? You were doing so well when I left.
I walked into the kitchen and immediately froze. There you were, lying face-down on the floor, a half-drunk beer bottle rested in your open palm. I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Oh my god,” it took me a few minutes to overcome the shock. I reached into my coat pocket for my phone and dialed 911.
When the paramedics arrived a few minutes later, I was so relieved to learn that you were still breathing because as long as you were breathing, there’s hope. The ride to the hospital was both nerve-wrecking and uncomfortable. I sat on the thin bench while you laid on that gurney. The paramedic plagued me with questions about your health history. It felt like I was being interrogated by the police. My chest pounded crazily because I had no idea about your health during the past four months. How many packs of cigarettes have you gone through? How often did you drink?
We arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later and the paramedic urgently rolled you into the ER while I slowly climbed out of the back of the ambulance. I shoved my shaking hands in my coat pockets and rode the elevator to the fourth floor.
Liz was sitting in my uncle’s room. They held hands and appeared deep in conversation. I knocked and stepped in. She seemed quite surprised to see me. “H-hey, what are you doing here? I thought you were going home.”
I nodded. “Can I talk to you a minute outside, Aunt Liz?” I tilted my head to indicate the direction. Then I turned and stepped back into the hallway. I crossed her arms and began pacing back and forth trying to subdue my panic heart.
A few moments later, Liz stepped into the hall. “What is it?”
“Dad’s drinking again, isn’t he? And smoking?” I inquired. Liz grimaced and then nodded slightly. “I found him collapsed on the kitchen floor. He’s down in the ER right now.”
I rubbed my forehead. If I’d known you would get back to your old habits again, I would have never gone off to live in the dorms. I would have rather commuted every day. This was all my fault and I know it. If mom couldn’t your drinking and smoking, what chance do I have? Why do I even try? Of course, mom eventually chose the easy way out, running away while I was stuck with you, cleaning up your mess.
Liz placed a hand on my shoulder, her eyes softened as if she knew what I was thinking. “It’s not your fault, okay?” Her forehead wrinkled. “It’s not your responsibility to take care of your father.” I glanced at Liz and slowly nodded.
That night, after you were transferred to the fifth floor, I rode the elevator to one floor above. Just as I grabbed the door handle to enter the room, a gray-haired man in lab coat exited the room. “Oh, are you,” he glanced down at the papers in his hand, “Genevieve Bailey?” I nodded. “May I have a word with you about your father?”
My chest tightened. “How is he?” I peeked at his coat, “Doctor Evans.”
He glanced left and then right as if he feared people might overhear us. Then he guided me across the corridor and slowly shook his head. “His liver and lungs are in failing condition.” He flipped through your chart. “You told the paramedic he drank and smoke. How often would you describe this behavior?”
I ran my hand through my hair. A year ago, right after you and mom got divorced, I was left all alone with you. Those first few months, I thought I was living a nightmare and wished I would wake up soon. You were drinking and smoking non-stop. Every morning when I woke up, I would find cigarette buds and beer bottles on the couch, on the floor, everywhere and you would be crashed in an awkward position on your bed. My mind kept debating on the thought of moving out but in the end, I pushed it away because if I did, who would be there to take care of you?
Then one day, as if you finally understood how I felt, you stopped. The house was all of the sudden clean for once, no beer and wine bottles, no cigarette buds anywhere. I asked you what’s going on. You told me, “I know you’ve been unhappy with my drinking and smoking and I know how much you want to go to college.” I looked away. “I saw the brochures. I want you to go.”
“Really?” You smiled and nodded. A part of me feared what would happen if I was gone. Would you go back to your old ways? I called almost every week to check on you. I was happy and relieved that you sounded sober on the phone, no indications of drinking and smoking. In truth, I should have had someone to check on you to make sure.
“I don’t really know.” I answered Doctor Evans. “He quit a few months before I went off to college and since then…” Doctor Evans pulled out a pen and scribbled on the chart. “Will he recover?” I blurted out the single question on my mind.
He glanced across the hallway at your room, “To tell you the truth and I am being as honest as I can, his liver and lungs are on the verge of failure. There’s no fix for what he had done to himself. We’ve tried our best to help but,” he shook his head, “I think the chance for his recovery is very slim. I am sorry.” He gave me a small smile before proceeding down the hallway.
I curled my fists and slumped against the wall onto the floor. A swarm of emotions overcame me as I stared straight ahead. I did not know what I was waiting for, tears? Was it too early or too late to cry? Doctor Evans’ words echoed over and over in my head as if someone had put it on repeat. I think the chance for his recovery is very slim.
Finally, I stood up and crossed the hallway into your room. One look at you makes me want to run out the room and never come back. How could you do this to yourself? To me? Did you think about the consequences when you take that first swig? That first drag? Was it the loneliness? Angry that mom left you? What was it?
I shuffled my tired feet across the room and pulled a chair next to your bed. I plopped down, exhausted, and gazed at you. Tubes poked out of odd places, connected you to the machine that gave the indication that you were still alive. “Why did you have to start doing that stuff again, dad?” I asked out loud.
I lowered my head and closed my eyes. Is it too late to ask for mercy? I wondered. “Please let him recover. Please help him recover.” I repeated those words both in her head and out loud, hoping god would hear my prayer and grant me this one miracle.
Two days later, as I made her way up to see you, Doctor Evans pulled me aside. “I have some bad news.” Bad news? “Early this morning, your father fell into a coma.”
I said nothing. My eyes just widened as I stared at him. Then I sort of blurted out as he slowly retreated. “How long does he have?”
Doctor Evans sighed, “I wish I could tell you.”
I nodded and thanked him. Then I made my way down the hallway to your room. I stood there and gazed at you for a few minutes like an artist studying their muse. You looked peaceful like someone taking a long deep sleep. I sat down, held your hand and stared up at the machine. You heart continued to beat slowly but steadily. A thought crossed my mind. Maybe you were waiting on something or someone to wake you. A soft knock on the door interrupted that thought. “How is he?” Liz stepped in.
“He’s in a coma. The doctor told me.”
“Can I talk to you, outside? Just for a minute?”
I looked at Liz, “Do I have to?” I didn’t want to leave your side. I wanted to spend whatever moment’s left by your side but Liz had that look on her face that pleaded my attention. Reluctantly, I walked out the room. “Is there something wrong with Uncle Henry?” I asked.
“Ronny, he’s dead.” Liz blurted out.
I blinked. “Aunt Jade’s boyfriend Ronny?” She nodded. How can this happen? He was well on his way to recovery a few months ago after the discovery of his stomach cancer. “What happened?” What changed?
“He’s gotten weak lately and I guess he didn’t recover. The furnace broke and the house got a little cold.” She couldn’t go on. “Jade is distraught. They’ve been together for 20 years.”
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say. Exactly what happened to this family in the last four months? In less than two weeks, I have lost one family member while on the verge of losing two more. Is this because I left for a few short months to pursue the thing I wanted?
I gasped as the thorn of a red rose dug into my palm, bringing me back to the present. Liz peeked at me behind her black veil. Aunt Jade, Liz, and I were standing in front of three beautifully crafted caskets. I looked down at your casket, willing your last words to her mind. “I’m ready.” You had shouted crazily before every indicator on the machine turned red and beeped wildly. A group of nurses rushed in and tried to resuscitate you, pushing me toward the door. In the end, they failed.
On both sides of me, Liz and Jade gently placed a dark red rose on Henry and Ronny’s caskets. Uncle Henry had gone shortly after you. He went peacefully, holding onto Liz’s hand until the very last second. I sighed and gently placed my rose on your casket and watched you sink into the ground. After all this time, I was still waiting for tears or maybe I was waiting for something else. I may never know. All I know is my life will never be the same again.
Today’s prompt talked about watching a TV show or movie or reading a book that left me cold despite of all the raving from friends, critics, etc.
I usually don’t watch any shows or movies until I read at least some of the comments from the internet. Oh, who am I kidding? Normally, I just go with my gut and read the facebook comments while watching the shows on hulu. Most of the time though, I would agree with the comments but on occasions, I would disagree. Sometimes, the show or movie with the most horrible comments turns out to my favorite.
Books are the same thing. I remember about a decade ago, my friend gave me a book for my birthday. I can’t remember the title except it had something to do with the moon. It’s even won a Pulitzer Prize of Literature. I can just remember that shiny gold thing on the cover. I have no idea why my friend recommended it. It’s not like she read much (seriously, I never seen her open a book).
Anyway, I have to tell you, that is the most boring book I have ever read. I tried year after year to finish the first chapter and I just couldn’t do it. I just stared at that first sentence over and over again.
I gave the book to my step-dad and had him have a crack at it since he loves reading and was willing to read anything. It took him two weeks. Two weeks! That is by far the longest it’s taken him to finish a book and the book was only 400-some pages!
His reaction was the same as mine though, BORING! Hmm, I wonder, if it’s so boring, how did it win the Pulitzer? But in my opinion, sometimes the boring-est books win the most prizes and the most exciting books will win nothing.
If I woke up one day and realized 10 years have flown by, I think my initial response would be dread and sad because well 10 years have gone by and I didn’t get to experience any of it. Continue reading “The Shock in 10 Years” →
The new school year is approaching and summer is rapidly drawing to an end. Therefore I thought I’d review how this year has been like so far. Continue reading “Looking back so far…” →
When we were young, our parents used to plan extravagant and over-the-top birthday parties, remember? But as we grow older, those parties become less and less extravagant or even fades away. Continue reading “Age, The Indicator of Time” →
Daily Prompt: As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?
Continue reading “Growing Up Visions of Adulthood” →
Last October, when I dropped below half-time (<6 credits) in school, the loan company immediately needed me to repay my student loan. How dumb is that? At least let me finish school, earn a decent wage before making me repay the loans. Continue reading “Paid off Finally!” →
When I was young, I remember my aunt used to keep bags of marbles lying around. My cousin and I love playing with them but the marbles in the bags would gradually become less and less and then it’ll be completely gone. Continue reading “Throwback Thursday: Marbles and Chopsticks” →
I remember as a student in China, when the teacher told us that some important person was coming to the school, I would first feel this strange tingle. Continue reading “Grand Visions, Epic Preparations, and Sheer Disappointments” →
Superstitions. Don’t want to believe in them but sometimes, they are ridiculously accurate. Continue reading “Superstitions” →
I am absolutely exhausted today. Continue reading “A Sign-off to a Hectic Friday” →
As I sit here at my desk tapping my nails on the desk trying to decide what to write for my next post, my mom is downstairs loudly rummaging through the kitchen drawers looking for the nail clipper. “Where’s the nail clipper?” She yells. Immediately, I know that is my queue to go investigate. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
I take a few steps out of my room and shout back, “It’s in the first drawer.”
“It’s not there!” I groan and drag my feet down 10 steps down into the kitchen and start rummaging through the drawer myself.
I look down into the drawer and my eyes popped out like Spike the bulldog. Didn’t I clean this drawer just a few weeks ago? Or was it a few months ago?
I shuffled through the content looking for the nail clipper and I too cannot find it. “It’s not here! Maybe it’s in your room.” I yell while wondering, could it have accidentally fallen into the garbage? Both of us are a little forgetful these days what with our work and our GMAT exam’s coming up. One of us could have used the nail clipper and attempted to put it back into the drawer but missed it and landed in the garbage.
As my mom finished rummaging her room, she came back down while I went back up to rummage through her room some more. The second I arrived on the landing upstairs, she shouts triumphantly, “I found it!”
Whew. Now I can finally go back into my room and write that blog post. Given what had just happened, a light bulb lit up in my head. However, after seeing that mess in the most used drawer in the entire house, my head begins to pound. Because this means that within the next two weeks during my mom’s time off from work, I’ll have to spend a day reorganizing the drawers. Throwing away any expired coupons, no longer usable receipts, and other scraps of paper.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg. Seeing the picture above is just the topmost drawer. You don’t even want to see the bottom three drawers but here’s just a little sneak peek at the next drawer down…
It is filled with used/unused plastic bags from grocery shopping for storing meats, vegetables, and wonton/dumplings, potentially important invitations and other unimportant mail, and all kinds of junk I don’t even want to know. Then there’s the two more drawers which I don’t even want to know what kind of mystery is hidden there.
Really makes you think about the purpose drawers serve, doesn’t it?
Aren’t drawers suppose to provide some sort of organization? To help us find things more easily? So we don’t have to run all over the house looking for the thing we need right at the moment?
There are no words to describe what I’m feeling right now. I lean my head sideways to get a look at the dashboard to check the time for what feels like the millionth time on this trip. I wish my mom would just park the car already. Even though it’s been the most exciting day I’ve had in a while but it’s also been longest day I’ve had in a while. Right now, I have just got to get out of this hot and stuffy car.
“Why can’t they make bigger spaces?” Mom mutters frustratingly at the wheel as she passes yet another spot.
It isn’t that the spaces are too small for her 1984 Toyota Cressida, it’s because she doesn’t know how to back-in parallel park. Apparently, her friend, Simon, up in the front doesn’t want to help either. He just keeps giving her suggestions and want to take no action to help.
My mom turns on her blinker, another round, here we come, I let out a quiet moan and rest my head on the headrest. Hot flash anger ascends on the inside as I drum my fingers impatiently on the door handle. My left arm remain sweaty and pin down by the arm of the giant baby snoring soundly in the middle.
“Maybe you should just try parking in the parking lot.” Simon suggests.
Uh oh, he is one suggestion too far. All day long, he’s been making suggestions to my mom. Don’t leave the AC on in the car, it will ruin the engine. Keep the speed at 65, it’ll save some gas. I can feel my mom has just about had enough. Her grip of the wheel tightens and her eyes stare straight ahead, maybe too straight.
She is like a volcano about to blow, a grenade with the cord pulled. Don’t blow, mom. Don’t blow. I try to send the thought to her as our eyes meet in the rear view mirror. It doesn’t work.
“If there are no parking out here, there definitely not going to have any parking in the parking lot.” She snaps.
The car suddenly becomes ghostly silent. I can hear the engine humming tiredly as my mom directs the car to the end of the block again. This time, instead of turning on the right blinker, she turns on the left and swerves into the left lane. She stops at the light with her blinker still blinking.
I didn’t dare ask any questions since she is so close to losing it. I concentrate on the tic tac tic tac of the blinker and stare out the window. It’s then I suddenly realize, there isn’t anything to turn left to.
We are under a sky-walk and to the left was lined with sidewalk. Where is she going to turn left to? Has she gone crazy with anger?
The light turns green and she slams her foot on the gas pedal. The car lurches forward. She lightly taps on the brakes at the approach of the next light. The left blinker remains blinking and no one in the car dares to ask her why.
When the light turns green again, she releases the brake and lets the car slide forward. About three feet later, she stops again. What now? I wonder and lean against the window to stare at the green light.
Soon, the light turns yellow and the incoming traffic slows. Then she does something I never imagine she would do on such a narrow road. She turns the wheel several rounds and steps on the gas. In a matter of seconds, we are on the other side of the road.
My heart pounds with fear and adrenaline while she executed the turn. It is by far the most thrilling thing I have experienced on this trip and it takes my mind off that we’ve been circling the block for 45 minutes looking for a parking space.
After the turn, she resumes her position in the right lane and lightly dips on the gas to cruise the car smoothly on the road. That smooth driving was soon interrupted when she suddenly slams her foot on the brakes propelling me forward. Thank god I wore my seat belt.
This time I know exactly what’s happening, she has found a large enough parking space. She switches on the right blinker to signal the cars behind her as she slowly steered the car head-on into the space. I sigh with relief as I press the release button on my seat belt with my free hand.
I open the door and step out, sliding my left arm from under the snoring kid in the middle. It is unbelievable that what happened just now didn’t wake him. He let out a sound that resembled a pig as I slide my left arm from under his arm.
I roll my eyes and step onto the sidewalk. My sleeping legs wobble beneath me while my arms numb and sweaty swing freely beside me like noodles. A short time later, I lift my arms and stretch to the sky, shaking off the numbness from sitting in a car for the last two hours.
“This is Huntington Beach. Everybody, please follow me.” My mom calls after everyone are out of the car.
I walk behind everyone and glad to see my mom’s mood lightened. After we cross the street, She was once again chatting with her friends. By the time we hit the sand, excitement course through me again as I immediately take off running toward the water. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, ever since mom said we were going to beach this afternoon.
When I finally reach the water, I let the cool breeze come over me as I marvel the beauty and endlessness of the ocean. I finally made it. I stretched my arms into the sky and whispered, I am here.
Do you know someone who buys things without looking or caring about the price tag? Continue reading “Do these people ever care about the price tags?” →
It is the third day that my mom stayed home this week. Continue reading “Day #3: No work Government Shutdown Stinks!” →
It is finally February, the weather in January this year had been so wild. As I was watching the weather report last night on the news, I couldn’t help thinking that I actually experienced that. I mean last year was so warm and dry that we experienced drought in the summer. Last month alone, there were 20 something days of snow, 30 days of haze and fog, and 1 day of freezing rain. Not to mention the subzero temperatures that are rarely faced in Salt Lake City. Worst of all, I had to take 2 weather days off school, which I’d never had to do.
Still, as I saw the snow pack total on the news last night, I just couldn’t believe when the weatherman announced that the snowpack total is only 84% for the month of January. I was like, 84%, the snow piles are as tall as a person outside my home. Someone in my neighborhood even had enough snow to make a large cute snow dog.
This picture was taken early January, trust me, there is a whole lot more now. Even this week alone, we received about half of foot of snow. Well, it’s been snowing nonstop from Sunday to Wednesday, what do you expect. Yesterday was started to get better and hopefully it will continue this way. I am so tired from shoveling all this snow that I am ready for it to end and hope that there won’t be another freezing rain storm soon.
This winter had been a long one and I am looking forward for it to end. By the way, did anyone catch the news about Ground Hog Day on Saturday? How soon will Spring Be here?
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