tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89233168886833621472025-04-17T15:45:26.297-04:00For three years, this blog has been my emotional outlet, soap box and expression forum. I don't post here often anymore, but feel free to check out the archives!Only Humanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02909015914696062989noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923316888683362147.post-7078075548447241032014-03-03T23:22:00.000-05:002014-03-04T17:33:45.250-05:00

This post was originally written yesterday, Sunday, March 2nd 2014. Today was a fun day. My family and I slept till 8, and had a lazy brunch of bacon, eggs, and fried rice (because we're Asian). Then we all went to Coolidge Corner. I broke my resolution and got a haircut (post on that upcoming). We had Emma's bangs trimmed and took her to the bookstore where she was allowed to choose a book as a

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This post is in response to a recent article published on Huffington Post, as well as other articles that have cast poor light on Disney princesses. We all know the buzz of the blogosphere right now is the new Disney movie Frozen. While most applaud the new progressive messages ("You can't marry a man you just met," and that there is more than one kind of true love), some are hating on

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January 4, 2014--Boston, Massachusetts. Local wife and mother Samantha Liang stated at a press conference this evening that she does not negotiate with toddlers. This statement comes mere hours after dinner, during which Liang's 3 year old daughter, Emma, refused to eat her vegetables. "I am the sole owner and distributor of desserts in this household," said Liang. "All I require is that the

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Don't be frightened. I'm not going nude. Well, not yet, anyway. I haven't made a New Year resolution since Jimmy Buffet and Martina McBride recorded "Trip Around the Sun" in 2004. But this year I'm breaking my resolution "to never make another one," to give up buying myself clothes. I'm also giving up haircuts and new makeup. I could tell you that I'm doing this because I want to learn to

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This is going to sound rude, but I am really tired of hanging out with my Asian girlfriends. Let me explain. My husband and I, and our two children go out to dinner with my husband's cousin. We order our food. We sip our drinks. The waitress walks by and says to my husband and his cousin, "You two make such a cute couple." See, I am white. So even though I'm the one sitting next to the

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Dear Person, I'm sorry I can't address you by name. I first noticed you by your cool headband. I was walking across the lobby of our woman-only gym when the color caught my eye. I turned to look at it, then I did a double take. I hope--pray even--that the startle didn't register on my face. Then there was the awkward. You looked at me. I looked away. No! I shouldn't look away! This is a person

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Valentine's Day is over, and that means discounted chocolate! Seriously, there is nothing cuter than my husband on Friday, coming home with three bags of peanut butter cups. In addition to the chocolates I bought him the day before Valentine's Day, my parents sent us a care package full of heart shaped chocolates, heart shaped junior mints, and one moderate sized white chocolate bear. The message

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Your hormones are crazy.  You are going to cry.  You will cry over spilt milk.  You will cry when someone dies in a movie.  You will cry when long lost lovers in a book are united.   You will cry when someone says you're beautiful, if someone you love is hurt,  and when your Pandora radio station plays "Can You Feel The Love Tonight."  Stock up on

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Jocelyn Eikenburg over at Speaking of China has asked that some of her blogger readers speak about what it is like to date a Chinese man. Understanding that dating a Chinese man in China and dating a Chinese man in America are two completely different topics, I’d have to say that Chinese men are pretty much like all the other men out there. As I understand it, there is a different set of rules

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...gently saying, "Okay, put down the knife. Now put down the bunny," because tea time is done, and it's time to take a bath.

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Expect to regret tomorrow what you have eaten today.

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...making a huge pile of pillows in the living room, because it makes everything more fun.

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Always have a can of Bush's baked beans on hand.  You never know when the desire  will strike.

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Being in the early stages of pregnancy has brought back a few painful memories that I wasn't able to hash out publicly last time because it was too close to home. Now, almost 3 years later, I think I can go back and talk about them. My purpose here has always been to be raw and honest, and this needs to be talked about. Women who get pregnant before marriage are persecuted. I'm also going to

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Today has been a sobering day for me. You see, it's my birthday. Not that it hasn't been wonderful in many ways! My (sexy and hot-blooded) husband was home for the morning and let me sleep in, always a nice treat. My parents sent me a gift card and I was able to go shopping online, which is something I enjoy very much. And I had chocolate cake with purple frosting for dinner, along with a tall

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Emma has had the sniffles for some time now. Against the advice of my mother, I've avoided giving her orange juice, mostly because of the sugar rush that follows. But alas, today we are out of oranges. In an effort to drive away the snot, I caved in and gave Emma orange juice. Somehow it didn't occur to me she'd never had it before. Disclaimer for the health nuts: I watered it down. A

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I remember this being a problem last time. When I am hungry, I never want what we have on hand. Everything makes my stomach go "ew!" If I stock the fridge with something that sounds good, I don't want it anymore. If I eat something that I don't want, I feel sloshy. But if I eat too much of what I do want, I feel even sloshier. This is why there are two packages of hot dogs, 3/4 a summer sausage,

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In my last post, I mentioned how I might have poison ivy. Well, I'm pretty sure that I don't. For the record, this is mostly an angry rant. I first noticed the rash almost two weeks ago. I woke up with four large itchy spots, that looked a lot like mosquito bites, on my neck. I made a mental note to secure the window above our bed, and went on with my day. At noon, driving down the road, I felt

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I went off my birth control in November and instantly became pregnant! Woo! We don't know if its my uterus or my (handsome and manly) husband's super-sperm. It has been speculated that there might have been something in the water at my counterpart's high school. It was a math and science school, after all. Perhaps there were undisclosed experiments performed on students. A few of my

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I am the Soup Bean Queen! On a gloomy day like today, when the sky is neither raining nor snowing but slushing, nothing will pick up your spirits like a good bowl of southern soup beans. So here it is, the best thing that ever came out of my elementary school cafeteria, improved upon by the random ingredients in my pantry. Southern Soup Beans 1 1/2 lb beans of choice (I used 1 lb navy beans

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Well, it has been five days since I painted my nails, and I believe I can reasonably conclude which polishes are supreme. First, it should be noted that these results are not absolute. There are variables that I could not account for, specifically, that some nails are used more than others. Since I cannot adjust for this in my experiment, I am making the adjustment in the results. (I'm sorry I

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I have for several years now used my nails as a gauge for my own well being. I started this my sophomore year after a particularly difficult mid-term week. I had immersed myself so deeply in work. I was overwhelmed, overtired, over everything. On top of that, I am fairly certain that I had boy problems. (I make this speculation based on the fact that before I met my husband, fell deeply

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It has now been a year since our park wedding adventure. It was a beautiful day with an early bedtime and Meng had to leave for work at 5:30 a.m. the next morning. One year later, it's been a beautiful day, and in it's own way an adventure. And we're going to bed early because Meng needs to leave for work at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. This is our life. And it's pretty wonderful. Darling, thanks for a

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The plan was simple. Drop off laundry, share a donut, then play on the playground. It was going to be perfect. Until... When we got to Dunkin Donuts, there were no tables available. No problem, it would be nice to sit outside! There are benches at the playground. We grabbed two donuts (getting dangerous, I know), and walked back to the playground area to enjoy them. Being a good

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At about this time, on August 15, 2010, I was just returning from a trip to the Toledo Zoo. Elephantine me with the Elephants Little did I know it would be the trip that tripped the time bomb in my uterus. My water broke first thing the next morning  You can't tell from the picture, but the amniotic fluid was running into my shoes. and before the day was out, I was

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