Look at Little Anko! He’s only 3 and a half months old but he’s growing so fast. Video chatting with him now entails putting a towel on the keyboard so he doesn’t drool all over it. What a dork.
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What do you call it when someone intentionally makes you feel bad over the Internet by sending you harassing and rude emails? Oh yeah, troll. Thanks, mom. She’s down visiting my baby nephew right now (while I slave away and earn an actual paycheck unlike HER) and sent me this.
Whatever. I have my youth and my non-wrinkles and my pies. I still win.
Last year, we flew to Japan to watch the cherry blossoms bloom but thanks to a late frost, we totally missed out. This year, I’m bringing the cherry blossoms to bloom inside because Southern California is awesome like that: the weather has gotten a lot warmer lately and now I can enjoy these pretty blooms from the comfort of my living room.
I wish I had a whole tree but according to the universe, you can’t have everything.
Tags: cherry blossoms, Flowers, japan, sakura, spring
Instead of hiring a nanny, my sister uses me as a virtual babysitter to keep an eye on her baby while she goes to the bathroom or does more important things, like eat lunch. Okay, I’m totally lying because that would be really bad. If this really did happen, I would imagine a more horrific scene than the one above, when Little Anko had some tummy time on his play mat and my sister walked out of the camera’s view. Unconscious infant, anyone?
Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. She’s old. Like so old that her baby pictures are completely in black and white and she’s not wearing any socks in them because socks weren’t even invented yet. Maybe that last part was a lie.
To celebrate my dear mother’s special day, she cooked us dinner. Yeah, I know. Usually it’s the other way around but I think she just wanted to have a nice meal at home, just like old times where we would sit around the table and everyone would make fun of me while I ate my feelings.
Tonight, I ate my feelings with a fresh batch of tonkatsu, nikujaga, onigiri and a slice of carrot cake (courtesy of me THANKYOUVERYMUCH). It was pretty much the best carrot cake ever, because I only put a little icing and no nuts or raisins because the problem with carrot cake is that it always has too much icing and too many raisins or nuts.
Sometimes I come across videos online that I feel like sum up my life in some weird parallel universe way. For example, this weekend, I decided to bake a cheesecake for the very first time. We picked a pumpkin flavor with a graham cracker/gingersnap crust, wasted time trying to find a good springform pan (which I accidentally called a springboard pan…which is actually pretty cool. Maybe it launches your baked goods into the air after it cools?) and the whole time, I was telling B how much I loved Japanese cheesecakes (rare cheesecakes) because they are less sweet. Also, B set up his little squirrel collection today on our new bookshelves, which I was tempted to throw out. [Sidenote: Before I fell asleep, I learned that cream cheese was inadvertently invented when some American dairy guy tried to make French Neufchatel cheese, and that it's also known as farmer's cheese, which explains SO MUCH because we've been eating farmer's cheese from the GastroBus and never figured out what it was.] And what do I find today?
Some Japanese lady feeding her pet squirrel a rare cheesecake. WAT? I know. It’s like everything from this past weekend combined into a single video. Tomorrow, I hope to find a video about coffee tables, Triscuit crackers and baby sloths. Those are the things on my mind right now. Anyway.
Tags: Cheesecake, squirrels
Thanksgiving was pretty stressful, crazy and amazing. We spent one night in our new place before heading down to visit my sister and her my brother-in-law, where our parents joined us and together, cooked up a storm for Turkey Day. Then we sat around and waited for my sister to pop out her baby, who clearly had no plans to come out any time soon. But thanks to the miracles of science and medical stuff, he finally arrived!!! I’m an auntie for the first time ever!!!
I’m so excited, even though the only things that newborn babies know how to do is sleep, cry and poop. But I was very proud to hold him and hear him poo/fart in my arms, and they even let me change his diaper (which I suspect is to practice being his unpaid nanny in the coming months). My mother said he had nice ears, my dad poked him and even B awkwardly held him (which I know is to practice for the far future when we have our own little buttface baby). (Don’t tell him I just said that. I think he got kind of freaked out with all the baby stuff.)
ANYWAY, it’s so nice to finally meet Anko. That’s my nickname for him. It means sweet red bean in Japanese and that’s what I’m going to call him for the rest of his life. He’s the first baby to arrive in our family since I was born (not counting the cousin babies in Japan), which means I am no longer the official baby here. Hmmm. I don’t know how I feel about that.
I know I’m gushing all the nonsense but it really is amazing to hold a baby and realize that this wee little thing was made by my sister (and her husband ewwww). Now he’s about to embark on an amazing adventure of being my first nephew, which is honestly the best thing that could have happened to him. I’m only half kidding. I can’t wait to spoil him and make sure he loves me best (even more than his own mommy and daddy), buy him toys, teach him how to play video games secretly and eventually, help him learn new curse words and buy him alcohol so his friends think he’s cool. Its also amazing to see how happy his parents are; I’ll admit I felt a TINY LITTLE BIT jealous seeing my sister hold him because she used to take care of me all the time and now I’ve basically been replaced. Hmmm. I don’t know how I feel about that. But it’s okay, because I know she’ll make a great mother and I can’t wait until they poop out another baby.
ANYWAY, that’s it. I’ll shut up now.
Tags: Anko
The other night, I had the opportunity to attend a party at B’s office where I played the dutiful wife to stand next to him while he mingled with his friends, as I stuffed my face with all the food on the endless buffet tables. Mmm, sushi and ravioli. It was pretty cool, because they held a raffle (where one guy won BOTH PRIZES WTF), a beer pong tournament, a full poker table and–what I thought was the best thing–an artist drawing everyone’s caricature.
The last time I had one done was at Knott’s Berry Farm in 3rd or 4th grade, where the artist was kind enough to draw my face with my sister. I think I still have it somewhere. But this was exciting! Now I could see what I looked like with my GROWN-UP FACE.
…And this is what came out. I told him I liked baking pies (but not eating them), and he noticed that I had lots of freckles (or age spots, as I prefer to call them) but everything else was his idea. Now I know what I’d look like in political cartoons in Newsweek or The New Yorker if I was a public figure.
Um…maybe I’m taking this the wrong way, but I think this fortune cookie is calling me fat.
Tags: chinese food, fat, fortune cookie, whale
The other night, I skipped out on a company party so I could make a batch of omurice for dinner. I know I’ve said this before, but I’m pretty amazing when it comes to making this, from the fried rice to the perfectly golden omelet. Of course, when you hand the bottle of ketchup over to someone who has the maturity levels of a third grader, this happens.
Tags: japanese food, omurice, penis
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