I think everyone is more excited for me to have a baby than myself. (No. I’m not preggs, I’m just saying.)
E V E R Y O N E E L S E
…but not me.
Still not my time.
Someday. Maybe in a year… maybe.
Here’s to 2010 and my last year NOT as a mother. HAHA.
2009, you were good to me.
I am in love with Alicia Keys latest album. “Unthinkable,” produced by Drake is so obviously my favorite. I have the softest spot in my heart for Drizzy. The radio can kill ‘em and I don’t care (luckily I don’t listen to any radio-play anyway). Drizzy doesn’t even have the greatest singing voice, yet he can drop his vocals and I will swoon. It all comes from playing “So Far Gone” during all of our Kauai honeymoon. Ehh… I just love Drizzy. No matter what. [I totally transitioned from talking about Alicia Keys to Drake.. somehow]
SO… “The Hangover” came out today on DVD and I have seriously been waiting for that shit to drop since I saw it in the theaters. I love it with every fuggin’ bone found in my body. Zach Galifianakis’ has that “awkward funny” shit on lock. Immature-awkward-funny is how I do. I can’t even explain it, thats just my kind of hilarity. I bought the DVD (which already makes it a winner cause who really buys DVDs these days?) straight after work and have already played it twice. I’m finally going to have something to switch with playing “Superbad” 24/7, and “Old School” before that.
Hi I’m Kate and I have the sense of humor of a 20 year old boy.
Mr. J. Tanhueco, because no matter how much I bitch and moan and find things to nag him for—he is the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. He humbles me and keeps my feet on the ground every time I start to act like an ass.
My parents, for being my support and my example. I pray they just keep growing older and greyer, together.
My recruiter(s), because although I am constantly complaining on how I never seem to fit into any of the jobs they provide, they are jobs, and they pay, and they pay well (most of the time).
Insurance, because even though we pay out of pocket, they’ll save our asses in a second just because we were responsible enough to seek them out and pay them in the first place.
God, because no matter how much I skip out on church or ignore our relationship, he’s always there, and he is so good to me. My life is amazing, and I never thank him enough.
My friends, because although I will never have enough to fill an entire party bus, they ALL traveled great distances to be there on the most important day of my life. Quality always won over quantity. I love them like family.
My sister, because I only have one, and she has forgiven me for being stupid and distant for most of our adolescent lives. And because we always try to start from scratch every time we have a stupid fight.
My in-laws, because they care for me as if they gave birth to me themselves.
My education, because I am both a minority and a woman and we weren’t always so fortunate to have the opportunity to strive for bigger and better things.
Life, cause I live a full one.
As I have mentioned before, my folk’s house back in Milpitas is no longer empty, but completely occupied by SEVEN people (three of them being the original dwellers: moms, pops, & kid sister). Sad to say it is no longer really my home anymore, although “my” room is still 70% occupied by my belongings, I really have no place there anymore. I’m just a visitor these days.
[If I think about this fact for too long I get somewhat gushy and sentimental over this.]
So moving on…
My mom is now caring for teenagers (three: 18, 14, & 13) all over again. Unfortunately their mother was left back in the Philippines due to some weird immigration matter that I have no comprehension for… my mom has always cared for her family overseas in more ways than one and now some of them are actually physically under her watch.
My cousin’s American lives are all starting from complete scratch. They left the Philippines with barely a full piece of luggage between all of them. They had no wardrobe prepared for temperatures below 80 degrees. Fortunately my mom expected this, and like the selfless woman that she is she knew the financial burden that was upon her… but moms is smart, she scrimps, she saves, she doesn’t buy unless she needs to or tells herself she deserves to.
Ohh moms… gotta love her.
So she asked my sister and I to hand down clothes, no worries, we both knew our closets were brimming with clothes we no longer wanted, but our two female cousins happen to be crazy petite size 0’s and nothing really fit them. I watched as my mom tried to pass on our old articles of clothing that were just completely out of style or simply way too big. My mom knew that we couldn’t build their wardrobes overnight, but wow, she really tries… Once I saw my 14 male cousin in an old black t-shirt of mine, obviously cut for a women’s shape.
Ohh hell. They need help.
My cousins are in a completely different world from which they have come from. They never stepped foot on a plane until they got visas to come to America. Now two of them are in public school, and the eldest is waiting to build up her California residency so she can start community college. They’re all pretty much scared outta their minds.
Now they have my mom to help dress them.
Ohh geez.
My mom calls me randomly to help her color-coordinate her outfits. When I used to stay over she would model clothes in front of me so she could properly get my opinion. She doesn’t see the problem with mixing an evening skirt with a daytime cotton blouse. I try to explain… I try… but fashion is not her forte.
[I love her anyway. SO much.]
Well she took everyone to Old Navy on Black Friday, she came back super excited about the prices she paid and the amount of clothes that everyone got. But man…. when I saw those bright pink Old Navy polar fleeces hang drying in the garage I had to hang my head.
Those poor kids.
Didn’t someone tell moms that Milpitas High was like Hypebeast central these days?
For kids who want nothing but to try to fit in better into middle-class teenage society (Milpitas High)—Old Navy polar fleece is NOT the answer. I’m not saying she has to buy them crazy streetwear brands or designer jeans, nothing like that, they just need to blend in, and not stand out (in a fashion faux pas sense). Yes, of course, this all sounds shallow as hell, but lets please remember our self-concious adolescent years and multiply that by ten for my newly arrived immigrant cousins. Moms has no idea… so eventually I’m going to have to step in sometime.
Starting now.
I’ve decided that their Christmas gifts are all general wardrobe pieces that help them blend in, so its Forever21 for the girls, and plaid flannels for the boy. And sometime… I’m going to have a conversation with my mom about high school and clothes.