The Reason For The Season!

MERRY CHRISTMAS, dear readers!

I am so blessed to have you in my life.  I hope you have a wonderful holiday.  Don't forget the reason for the season - baby Jesus!

An executive decision has been made - I am no longer doing FIVE FUN FACTS.  I feel like I'm whoring myself out there, giving my stories away too fast.  But here's a good one.

This person, who shall remain nameless, gave me the worst Christmas present EVER.  It was this set from Victoria's Secret - a red and black silk/lace cami and underwear set.  Sounds decent, right?

I was 9 years old.

Imagine the look on my father's face as I unwrapped THAT one!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

RE: Comments

Dear Anonymous,

I know who you are.

Love ya!

XOXO,

Mrs. Ho 

Overheard At The Gym

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Boots & Bedding

Lately, I've been preoccupied with a couple things - finding the perfect pair of flat black leather boots and finalizing our bedding.  I should be more Christmas-focused, especially since our name is written all over this holiday - HO HO HO, anyone?  

First, I've been coveting these Loeffler Randall boots since I saw a picture of Blake Lively wearing them in a magazine.  I even cut out the picture - more on my magazine reading habits another day. Retails around $700.  

Readers, you know my problem (refer to the entry dated November 10, 2008).  With boots and sneakers, I can get by with a size 5 or when I'm desperate, a 5.5.  Well, I decided I need flat black boots.  And once I decide I need something, I NEED it.  It's this uncontrollable urge that consumes me.  

Days of internet searching later, I find these babies, at the lowest price of $91 AND a size 5!

Pretty damn good match, right?!  (Soaking in your awe of my bargain hunting saavy...)

Now bedding is another story.  You must go to the store to inspect quality and color.  We just painted our room a blue-gray with white moldings and I want a mostly white bed with gray touches.  I go to Bed Bath & Beyond because we have a lot of store credit from the wedding and I love their 20% coupons. I almost bought these 800 count sheets but Pure Beech bedding caught my eye.  If you need new sheets, please buy these.  They are the softest sheets EVER, good for sensitive skin, eco-friendly, keeps you cool, AND stays bright wash after wash.

I've grown up with one pillow, one blanket, and one fitted sheet.  But this time around, I want a bed with tons of pillows and just so fluffy looking you want to stay in bed all day long (not that I need that).  

I do have one question though:  I don't get the flat sheet.  The way you tuck it in?  What is the point of it?  It always ends up pissing me off in the middle of the night because it's tangled between my legs. Someone enlighten me, please.

This perfect bed obsession is pretty fruitless because we NEVER make the bed.  I find it so pointless. Why waste time and energy when the situation will be the same 12 hours later?  But I do have some bed rules, which are:

1.  You must shower before getting into bed.
2.  Don't put any foreign objects on the bed - dirty clothes, bags, etc...
3.  Duvet buttons must always be at the top when sleeping.
4.  Don't get NEAR the bed in clothes you've worn outdoors or near Rocky.
5.  I don't like anyone other than Mr. Ho or myself to touch, sit, and especially lay on our bed.

It comes down to one rule, really.  Keep the bed clean!  It's only for our benefit.  Bed bugs are NASTY! And germs are worse. 

This blog entry made me out to be a bit OCD, huh?  I know I have control issues.  Maybe I'll try to work on them as a new year resolution.

Probably not!

My Crystal Ball

So train-wreck Lily Allen decided to make her own Chanel t-shirt out of a Hanes.  

 

I'd like to make a prediction right now.  I think Karl Lagerfeld is going to make a replica of this t-shirt and charge $150 for it.  

Today was an emotional roller coaster.  We got new bedroom furniture (amazing).  But the two old, fat delivery-men could not lift the dresser up the stairs.  So Mr. Ho, the brother, and two of our friends did it.  They did a great job, but man oh man, I was so anxious the entire time.  I kept envisioning that huge dresser falling back and crushing someone.  I said a quick prayer before they started.  And once the job was done, I realized my armpits were sweating.  I know that's disgusting, but I was amazed I was even sweating - I rarely sweat.  I was so nervous my sweat glands felt it. 

Sweet dreams, readers.  I'm going to la-la land in my new bed!

Lots of Births Today

Today is a big day for birthdays!

HAPPY 18th, HANA!

HAPPY 27th, DHUANG!

HAPPY 27th, FITZ!  

(And if I've missed your birthday in the past, I apologize.  I decided to give out birthday shout-outs after my brother's big day...)

It must be a day of miracles.  I woke up at 730 AM!  I don't know if it was 100% natural because I woke up to the sounds of my poor doggie puking.  I hate dog puking - it's constant heaving until this nasty froth comes out.  

So, I've been uber productive already - made dinner in the slow-cooker, tidied up, and not to mention, blogged!  Now I'm off to run some errands, where I will try not to spend that much money.  Mr. Ho and I reviewed our bank statement and 95% of the transactions were all ME!  Guilty as charged.  

Embarrassment of Riches

One of my regular routines at the gym is the Stairmaster, which I love to use when I'm feeling lazy because it is slow-paced but gets your heart racing.  Usually, I'm drenched by the time I'm finished.  I love reading tabloids or fashion magazines while I'm going at it, but last week, I read an article in Newsweek on luxury shame.  

Nowadays, it's all about being a Recessionista versus a Fashionista.  Even the rich are trying to hide their wealth, downsizing, downgrading and downturning everywhere you look.  Posh Spice told a tabloid that she shops at Claire's - clearly, the biggest lie of the year!!  Are you surprised with the sh*t economy?  In my opinion, it was bound to happen.  I'm bummed that it happened - who doesn't love the good life?  But the bubble was getting way too big and it was ready to pop.  There was way too much bling and money being thrown out the window with the assumption that it would always be there tomorrow.  

Now that it's time to change, what are you doing to save that last penny?  I try to do my part.  Here are my five money-saving ways:

1.  I use a flashlight around the house - no lights, low electricity bill. 

2.  I flush the toilet after four uses.  No matter what pleasantries I drop into it.

3.  I wear my gym socks and sports bra for two weeks before washing.  

4.  Meal scraps are dumped into a pot for a delicious hodge-podge soup at the end of the week.

5.  I'm collecting my hair to turn into a nice sweater.  I'll use Rocky's fur to make a cute design in the center!

Just kidding.  I hope you actually didn't think I would do those things.  

Even if you are buying your Christmas gifts at the .99 Cent Store this year, let's still be grateful for all the blessings we have in this life.  I'm mentally gifting you with champagne wishes and caviar dreams.  You're welcome.  

Evolver

Mr. Ho and I went to the John Legend concert at DAR Constitution Hall last night.  He was AMAZING.  He sounds EXACTLY the way he does on his cds, proving his talent.  His voice is smooth like butta.  I love him!

I am still on a high!

And the best part of the night... he sang our wedding song!  Here's a little clip.  Its a little blurry in the beginning but it will straighten out soon.  I wish those girls sat their asses down.  

Detergent...Everywhere

Today started out like all my other Mondays - cleaning and laundry day.  I clean the entire house, minus the basement since that's the brother's territory, and I do all the laundry - whites, darks, sheets, towels, Rocky's bedding, rags, etc.  

I've pretty much finished the first floor when my mom calls.  While we are chatting, I happen to hear a slight *boom* from the laundry room but I thought nothing of it because our washing machine and dryer make random noises here and there.  

After our weekend catch-up, I go to get the laundry and ... I just have no words to describe what it looked like.  Hence, the title of this blog - DETERGENT...EVERYWHERE.  That "slight *boom*" was my detergent bottle falling on the floor and spilling it's concentrated ickiness ALL OVER THE DAMN place.  And I mean ALL over.  It's definitely BEHIND the dryer.

I was so distraught!  I contemplated taking a picture of the mess for my dear readers, but my control issues kicked in hardcore and I started cleaning immediately.  It was awful.  Concentrated detergent has somewhat of a substance to it so it hadn't spread too, too badly.  But I had to drag the dryer and get behind there and start cleaning.  Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, because I noticed that the dryer tube thingy was just taped on - not clamped.  Plus, there was a lot of lint back there, so maybe cleaning that out will prevent a fire in the future.  (I'm just trying to find the silver lining because my hands and feet still feel like they have a slight detergent coating to them.  Yuck.  And my back is killing me.  Oy vey, I feel old).  I went to Home Depot to get this circular thingymajigy and screwdrived that thing onto the dryer tube thingy.  And it was a success!

Super proud of myself, but exhausted.  I don't know when was the last time I used a screwdriver.  The detergent fiasco cost me 3.5 hours and my chores were extended into the evening.  My therapist, wine - and lots of it, is doing its healing.  

Danny's birthday party was a success.  He had a lot of fun and I did as well!  I told myself I'd stick with wine and keep it cool.  But I changed my mind and stuck with vodka - extra dirty Grey Goose martinis, my fav.  The Moet was probably my tipping point.  Long story short, it got a little rowdy after we left the lounge and my ghetto side kicked in - without Patron, apparently.  I got in some chick's face (because she was yelling at my brother and everyone knows I am uber-protective over that boy) and started pulling her hair.  Thankfully, Mr. Ho saved the day and pulled me away before any damage could occur.  My hero <3...>

A BIGGG CONGRATULATIONS to the future Dr. and Mrs. Park on their engagement!!!

Annoyed At Idiots!

What part of:

DANIEL'S 24TH SURPRISE BIRTHDAY GET TOGETHER!!  KEEP IT ON THE HUSH HUSH!! 

do you NOT understand?? 

Especially when you responded to the Evite you couldn't make it already?  What made you feel the need to go up to Danny four days later and tell him that you couldn't make it tonight?  Did you do this crap on purpose because no one would ever want to throw you a party??

YOU ARE AN IDIOT.

This is what I would say to the person who blew my brother's FIRST EVER surprise party.  If he shows up tonight, and if I've been drinking Patron - Patron makes me belligerent - he will SO hear it.  But who knows, it takes a lot for me to confront someone, but at least I have my blog to have imaginary bitch sessions!  

BTW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Baby Brother + EJenks!

You Can Sleep When You Die

Can I tell you how much I disagree with this statement?  I admire people who don't need too much sleep.  Mr. Ho is like this.  He functions pretty perfectly on minimal sleep and his body is programmed to wake up early - every single day.  On the weekends, he is very wise and tries to leave the house for a little while so I can sleep even longer.  I so appreciate a quiet house and he knows the wrath he will face if I'm forced to get up.  

I think I sleep for the dreams.  I have great, vivid dreams - adventure dreams, sad dreams (where I actually wake myself from real tears), and even sexy dreams (where Mr. Ho is the star, of course.  Hubba Hubba).  Even if I wake for a bit, I can force myself to continue where I left off.  I love dreaming.  I don't know how many times I've called Young and said, "So I dreamt last night..."

For the past seven months, I have spent A LOT of time sleeping.  I cannot even admit how late I sleep in.  It's a bit embarrassing.  The problem may be that our room is very dark, even if it's full-on sunny outside.  I asked Mr. Ho to open the blinds before he leaves for work, but he has yet to do so.  

I made a few observations of my sleep habits that I know are just so fascinating, that I had to share...  

1.  I fall asleep on my sides/stomach.

2.  If I stay up after 2 am, it is SO much harder to fall asleep.

3.  I get the BEST sleep after Mr. Ho leaves for work.  I snuggle into the middle of the bed and spread out as much as I can.

4.  Rocky sleeps in as long as I do.  

5.  I get hot feet.  I always have to have at least one foot outside of the blankets.  I told my mom how I do this and she said that her brothers do the same thing.  Blood doesn't lie.  

There you go, FIVE FUN (SLEEP) FACTS.

I was up way early today (for me, anyway) - at 7 am!  I had to help the elderly today, specifically my cute grandparents.  

Hmmm... I think I shall take a nap now.  

The Holiday Spirit

2008 is almost to an end, it's already December!  Once Thanksgiving hits, everything else is a crazy whirlwind until the new year.  The new year in which I will turn 27.  Ugh.

Thanksgiving in Mississippi was a great time, as expected.  I miss my parents so much.  Everytime we part ways at the airport, I always tear.  Since Mr. Ho was with me this time, I tried to hold back, but he has Mrs. Ho-Crying-Radar or something, because he always catches me just when the tears are about to hit!  

I wish I could SHIZAM my parents to where we live forever and ever.  My dream would be to own a huge house with an equally huge guest house, where my parents would reside.  Come on, Lotto!  

My father fried our turkey this year and it was DELICIOUS.  I felt the need to name our turkey, because dad spent so much time cleaning it and rubbing it down with all the seasonings.  Yeah, I got attached to the dead bird.  I asked dad to do the honors, and the man named our turkey, EatChopChop.  Senseless, yet perfect.  I actually made the rest of the sides and spent the rest of the evening downing the magnum-sized bottle of wine. 

Do you know what you want for Christmas this year?  Since we are officially in a recession, I guess my list needs to be recession-friendly.  So I say, I want nothing.  But, if you really want to know, I definitely have a list.  Remember that show Boy Meets World with Ben Savage?  There was this episode where Cory Matthews' mother is all upset because her husband buys her a dishwasher for their anniversary and she thought it was so unromantic and the husband thought it was just very practical.  I enjoy practical gifts.  If I got a new refrigerator, I'd accept it with open arms!  Beggars can't be choosers.  I'd like to clarify, that I don't want a dishwasher or a refrigerator, however.  That clarification was specifically for Mr. Ho.  

Random story:  Today I went to Target to look for 2009 planner refills, but alas, they didn't have the size I was looking for.  I left empty-handed, probably a FIRST for Target, and headed over to my car.  I'm still not used to parking the new car, so I had awhile to walk because I parked so, so far away.  I was walking in the same direction as this other lady (who I swear, was talking to herself) and who I noticed was very, very tall.  In the distance, I saw my Range Rover and saw a Smart Car - those ridiculous clown cars.  I literally jump into my car (I can't reach sometimes) and see the tall lady get into her Smart Car.  This situation reaffirmed that I certainly have a Napoleon Complex.  

Long overdue FIVE FUN FACTS...

1.  Back when I was 5 or so, my cousin, who is about 15 years older than me, asked the ladies in the car (my mom, aunt, and other girl cousins) if any of us had a brush.  I, always prepared, had one and handed over my miniature pink Barbie brush.  And he used it.

2.  At our Andover Lane house, there was this black cat that would sit in front of our deck door and meow all night long, everyday for about a month.  So creepy.

3.  I love squid - dried squid, boiled squid, sushi squid.  My mother revealed that my grandmother first gave me dried squid when I was a year old so I would stop crying and I'd suck on that thing for hours.

4.  I can read really fast.  A book usually takes hours.  Although, the book I'm currently reading (all 1000 pages of it), Anna Karenina is taking FOREVER.  This is my third attempt at this monstrosity.  

5.  My favorite smelling room in the house is....  the closet with all the cleaning products!  I hope heaven smells like Swiffer.

PS.  I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A PSA.  I KNOW THERE ARE SPACING ISSUES IN SOME POSTS, BUT IT'S NOT ME, I PROMISE.  I AM TOO ANAL TO LET THOSE THINGS JUST PASS.  SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH BLOGSPOT AND I'D LIKE THEM TO FIX IT.  NOW.  IT DRIVES ME CRAZY. 

V's Day

Sweet Baby V, Happy 100th Day!  

Here's to another 100 years filled with health, prosperity & love, little one.

New Looks

Is this new template too emo?  Or does it just blow your mind?

I like the colors and the feel of everything.  But I wish that illustration at the top right corner didn't look like its bleeding so much.  I'll probably change it.

Obviously, I'm playing around with the look of this blog.  It makes me want to learn HTML or coding or whatever it's called.  Do you think it would take awhile to pick up?  Considering I do have a lot of free time...  My mother did tell me to not waste my time and learn something while I'm not working.  I was actually thinking about learning how to knit.  I think I'd be good at it.  

Yes, I know the links, recipes, and books are all missing.  I have to retype and re-link everything so I'll do that after I perfect this lil' blog o' mine.

Sorry, but I don't have FIVE FUN FACTS today.  It is really hard to think of them, by the way.  But I will end with this...  I want nerd glasses.  Just like the greatest rapper of all time, Jigga.

It's serious.

The Almighty Finger Point

Ever since I can remember, I have always wanted a superpower.  Just like Sabrina, the Teenage Witch.  The show was absolutely ridiculous, but I watched it because I was such a fan of her original show, Clarissa Explains It All.  Clarissa used to do this side braid and one day before school, my mom did my hair just like her.  It was a good day.

So back to my superpower.  I've always wanted the ability to simply make things happen!  And it would be so easy because all it would take is the all-encompassing finger point.  Clarissa is demonstrating this easy flick of the finger in the picture on the left.  Just point my finger and SHIZAM!  What I want just happens.

Change my outfit?  SHIZAM!  Gourment dinner?  SHIZAM!  Clean house? SHIZAM!  Peace on earth?  SHIZAM!

(Obviously, as I point, I have to say SHIZAM!  It's fun.  Try it, I dare you).

There is no way I want to EARN this power.  I just wish I had it.  I don't want to have to go to school like Harry Potter or fight Voldemort and the Dementors.  Nor do I want an Achilles Heel, like kryptonite is to Superman.  This says a lot about me versus superheroes/teenage wizards.  They are adventurous, valiant, and courageous.  Me?  I don't want to put myself in harms way.  I'm fine just sitting on my couch and pointing my finger.

I don't think I would tell anyone I had this power either.  I would keep it to myself and just gift it to the ones I love.  Mr. Ho doesn't want to work anymore?  SHIZAM!  He's won the lottery and the IRS has completely forgotten about him!  DHuang doesn't want to write any more papers for the Law Review?  SHIZAM!  She gets to graduate early and is hired at a top DC law firm with a SICK hiring bonus.  Young wants V on a schedule, a supernanny, and an orange Birkin?  SHIZAM!  Done, Done and Done!  

Man.  I got myself all excited.

Even though I am merely human, SHIZAM!  Here are my FIVE FUN FACTS.

1.  I can name all 50 states in alphabetical order thanks to a song I learned back in elementary school.  Hats off to you, Fifty Nifty States.

2.  I always have to brush my teeth BEFORE taking a shower.  

3.  I organize my closet by style and color.  So all my collared shirts are in order from lightest to darkest.  All my dresses are organized by strap style - strapless, short sleeves, long sleeves, etc.  And I use the handy-dandy ROYGBP method for everything.  You don't know this method?  You're missing out on Mother Nature's organization methods.

4.  Back in high school, I used to write down what I wore every single day to school and I wouldn't repeat an outfit within the month.  

5.  For the longest time, I thought Jesus was pronounced, "JE-JUS-SUH."  That's how my lovely english-is-their-second-language parents used to say it.  

Body Deformities & Fashionista Conundrums

Now that I'm not working, the days just fly by and clump together.  It's already FRIDAY?  What the heck did I do all week?  

Well, I'll tell you that on Tuesday evening,  my SIL (sister-in-law) and I watched a documentary on the Treeman, who lives in Indonesia.  You don't know who the Treeman is, you say?  Check this out.  

He is actually suffering from warts that have grown out of control because of serious deficiencies in his immune system.  It was horrifying, but it was like watching a train wreck.  You just can't help yourself!  And being the hypochondriac that I am, (Oooh.  That was a FREEBIE FUN FACT.  Don't you love free things?)  I proceeded to check my body for any warts that resembled tree bark.  Thankfully, I was in the clear.

As I watched the documentary, I just kept thinking to myself that I am so, so lucky.  I don't have some body deforming disease.  I have food on my plate, clean running water, a roof over my head, and just a very content life.  I guess I'm just trying to say that I'm grateful and I shouldn't be so shallow sometimes...

But who am I kidding?  Being a little shallow is why I am so lovable, don't you agree?  It's why this blog is what it is.  At least I embrace it and accept it.  Moving on...

I was just minding my own business when I see this cop walking around.  And I have a revelation!  Are fashionistas across the world copying COPS?  See exhibit A and take notice of how his pants are tucked into his boots:

Compared to Exhibit B and C:

 

Granted, Exhibit B is a picture of Jaleel White.  Yeah, that's right.  STEVE URKEL!  And I guess you could also say fashionistas are copying jockeys.  Or firemen.  But whatever.  I think I made my point.  Case closed.

Now to the part of my blog that all my readers are clamoring about!  FIVE FUN FACTS!

(At this time, I'd like to give a shout-out to all my readers!  All THREE of you.  Yeah, you know who you are!)

1.  PB&Js on white Wonder Bread are my meal of choice when laying on the beach.

2.  I am severely sensitive to caffeine.  So don't ask me if I want coffee post 9 AM.

3.  I have never watched Top Gun, Star Wars, or Footloose from beginning to end.  There are a lot of classics that I haven't seen from start to finish, actually.  But I've watched every Lindsay Lohan movie!

4.  My first concert was N'Sync.  JC was my favorite.

5.  During a spelling test in 1st grade, we had to spell the word "ANY."  And for some reason, I totally blanked out.  I distinctly remember I spelled it "ENY."  

Just Between Me & God

Dear God.  

It's me, Mrs. Ho.  You have provided so many blessings in my life and I am forever grateful to You.  However, there is just ONE thing that burdens me.  Something I ask myself every single day.

Why, oh why, are my feet so small?

My feet are just not proportionate to the rest of my body.  Well, I guess they balance out my miniscule hands.  But it's not like I'm on the short side.  And I'm petite but not anorexic.  So what's the deal?  The only rational explanation could be is that You know I have a tendency to covet.  Shoes like this:

   

Maybe You can throw me a bone when I get pregnant and make my feet grow.  Just a size.  Even a size 5 would be fantastic!  A size 4 is just hard.  I only get options like this:

  

Not that I'm not thankful for options, but really...  REALLY?  That's all I get?

*sigh*

In the end, I know why You made my feet as small as You did.  To save me money.  You're just looking out for my best interest, like always and I thank You.  I would be in debt if I could fit into $900 shoes.  Mr. Ho thanks you for that, too.

Oh, before I end this prayer, just wanted to give You props for giving us a President with such swagger.  You did good.

Amen.

Don't think I would neglect my FIVE FUN FACTS because I had to have a delicate conversation with God.  By the way, I was thinking that if I ever win an Oscar, Emmy, Grammy, or Community Service award, I would definitely give a shout-out to God first.  Wouldn't you?

1.  My brother and I used to cut holes into our pajamas so we would get new ones.

2.  I was hospitalized for a kidney infection when I was in second grade and all I craved was a Filet-O-Fish.

3.  For my first trip to the optometrist, I knew I wanted glasses just like my Daddy.  So I lied during my eye doctor test.  Boy, that was a mistake.  I'd be on the second floor of my house, look out the window, and the grass was literally 2 feet away - magnified like crazy.  Oops.

4.  My parents brought home a new van.  It was red.  I hated it, threw a fit, and they took it back and brought home a gold one.  Spoiled, much?

5.  Another story of my youth.  One time I found these bumps on the back of my tongue.  My mom took me to the doctor.  Diagnosis?  Taste buds. 

Time for a WEEKEND UPDATE!

Mr. Ho came home late on Friday.  We headed over to ARA, a bar in Annandale, to see our good friend who recently moved to NYC.  For those who don't know, Annandale is a mini Korea-town.  Well, Korean/Spanish-town.  I find this city useful for the food, but not much more.  Even though I am full-on Korean on the outside, I could not be more white on the inside.  Hello, my name is Mrs. Ho and I am a Twinkie.

We pull up to ARA and I already know this is going to be my AZN Nightmare.  Although some are friendly faces, let's face it, it wouldn't matter if none of us saw each other again.  I just see so many people who are obviously fake to my face  and a lot of wannabes.  Almost like this!

JUST KIDDING!  I googled "asian wannabes" and this is what I got.  

(Dear God, I'm sorry for being such a hater.  Some of my closest and dearest friends are asian and I love them.  I'll work on being so judgmental.)  The only beacon of light was in the form of both Ms. Chaes and a few of their friends.  I guess all that matters is the company you keep.  But the HIGHLIGHT of my night was when Mr. Ho and I went to 7-11 and he bought me Shin Ramen and Blue Gatorade - my drinking remedies.  I slurped down every drop of soup like it was my last meal and peaced out for the night!

Saturday, I nursed my baby-hangover while Mr. Ho played flag football.  Before he left, he kissed me goodbye and told me my breath stank.  And then I ate a Chapaghetti.  YUM!  After he got home, I rushed him out of the house so we could pick up Alex (4 years old) and meet Mackenzie (6 years old) to see High School Musical 3!  Let's face it, I needed some kind of cover-up for why I wanted to see HSM3 and so I tricked these two kids into being my decoys.  Whatever, I had a date with Zac Efron at 2:40 PM and I wasn't going to stand him up.  Some parts of the movie made me feel very uncomfortable - like Vanessa Hudgens cleavage.  After spending some time with the Wiltshire clan, we ended the night with some Fuddruckers.  Mr. Ho had a huge burger and chili fries.  I had a chicken caesar salad - smothered in dressing - with a loaded baked potato and polished off the rest of his fries.

Sunday, I went to church alone while Mr. Ho met with a prospective Spring flag football team, which he turned down so he can uphold his Sunday church duties.  Picked up some Soondooboo from Lighthouse Tofu and lounged around.  Now I'm sitting here watching Rock of Love Charm School and finishing up Penne Rosa pasta from Noodle + Company.  With all the food I ate this weekend, now I know why my stomach feels like utter crap.  

This was a boring entry, but here is what you were waiting for, FIVE FUN FACTS about yours truly.

1.  When I started fifth grade, the powers that be put me in a gifted & talented program because they sez I wuz smart.  And then I got the worst grades of my life.  I showed them who was boss!  

2.  My aunt used to make me put on dance shows whenever she had guests over.  To the tunes of Paula Abdul and/or Janet Jackson.

3.  I can't swim.  I was traumatized during swim lessons as a young gal, but it is one of my resolutions for 2009.  Michael Phelps, watch your back, yo!

4.  Garlic, how I love thee.  If a recipe calls for 3 cloves of garlic, I put in 6.  Or 8.  

5.  Back in high school, a deer ran through our front screen door and ran around the first floor of our house, leaving blood all over the walls.  I was in my room and thought it was a burglar and called 911.  Three cop cars showed up and all we had to show for it was deer fur and blood.  Needless to say, I don't sympathize with dead deer on the roads.  Take that Bambi's mom!  

Yes, I Am A Ho...

...in one sense of the word.  I got married 5 months ago today to my wonderful Mr. Ho and proudly took his name.  Changing one's name, by the way, is the most annoying process invented and I never plan on doing it again.  With the internet, someone should make a website where it can be done in one smooth step.  (I call dibs on the creation of this website in case it makes millions).  

Here we are on our wedding day.  I love this picture because it really captures who Mr. Ho is... loving, loyal, and crazy.  He makes me laugh every single day.  He wakes up every morning with such a powerful positive attitude and he works tirelessly to support his out-of-work wife.  He loves to drink an orange juice/water combination (which he and our ex-roomie Alex are trademarking as CHINESE GATORADE) and is an avid flag-football player.  He is definitely my everything and I am so blessed that he is all mine.   One of his best qualities?  He can make up a song & dance about ANYTHING.  Seriously, ANYTHING.  

I only started this blog because my best friend, my sister-I-never-had, and cousin told me I should write one.  Young probably didn't think I would even consider, but I'm so bored right now.  I quit my job a month before the wedding and although I wouldn't trade this life for anything, I have a bit of downtime, to say the least.  Young thinks I am funny.  I think I am sub-par, at best.

The first blog is always about who you are and your likes and dislikes, so I'll keep it simple with just FIVE FUN FACTS!  I choose five because of the alliteration factor.  Here we go...

1.  Martha Stewart recipes never fail me.  

2.  I will admit it.  I'm nosy.

3.  Sloths really, REALLY creep me out.

4.  Reading and television are my stress-relievers.

5.  I love the smell of tomatoes on the vine!

And I will end my first blog ever with a picture of my dog-son.  The sweetest, most nervous bulldog alive.