I am still kicking! Just going through some major life changes. I have started a new blog, dedicated to my new career adventures. As of Thursday May 19, I will be a corporate slave no longer. As of Wednesday June 1, my new life begins.
I am excited and exhausted, happy and heartbroken.
Follow me and watch it unfold!
Sunrises while riding along the Willamette Boulevard bluff. Snuggling in one bed at the Hilton with my boys. Dinner parties and happy hours with friends. Yelp events. Watching the bustle of the city while sipping hot coffee. Cyclocross. Ezra’s new school. The anticipation of getting married. My mother’s hospital bedside. The sister I never knew I had. An unexpected appearance from my dying father. Bike riding through the French countryside. The overwhelming amount of love we received at our wedding. Penis necklaces and pinatas at my bachelorette party. Hot pressed sandwiches from Leisure. Cocktails on the porch. Weird summer weather. St. Johns pub crawls. Mexican popsicle after long bike rides. Food carts! Hill top dinner in Dresden Germany. Lava cake at Miho. Getting lost in the Czech Republic. Crossing the 26.2 mile finish line. Watching Ezra receive the student of the month award. Running a 15k while sicker than a dog. Losing my friend Dave two months after hugging him at my wedding. Eating a french baguette under The Arc De Triomphe. Millie’s going away party. Baby Peanut taking his first steps. The smell of the mortuary where I said my last goodbye to Sharon. Squeezing on the new puppy, Pancho. Baby Max’s first birthday. Cheese! New York! Ezra’s first sleepover summer camp.
The list goes on….Happy New Year, Everyone!
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In remembrance of Pearl Harbor, I thought it appropriate to write about a certain incident that reminded me that racism, stupidity and ig’nance is nowhere close to being dead.
Several years ago my mom decided she needed to revamp her perm. I told her that perms went out of style back in 1989 but she insisted that I go with her anyway. I perused the magazines filled with 70′s hair-dos while the woman who was perming her hair went on a tangent about Pearl Harbor. I thought it was a strange topic because we were nowhere near the Pearl Harbor anniversary and there was nothing that my mom had said to provoke such a discussion.
Finally, she looked at my mom and whispered: “Honey? were any of your family members involved in the attack?”
At which point I got up and hollered “SHE’S MEXICAN NOT ASIAN! YOU IG’NANT BITCH!”
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