(… as stolen from The Ron Girl.. hehe)

1. They are watching TV… What are they watching?
National Geographics, The Food Network, the Space channel, or CBC. If it’s a show, it would most likely be Heroes. Yeah, my husband’s a nerd.

2. You’re out to eat. what kind of dressing do they get on their salad.
Ranch, most likely, but he likes all types. Something with vinegar too.

3. What’s one food this person doesn’t like?
Congee… lol He thinks it’s weird that we asian people eat “rice porridge.”

4. You go out to the bar. He/she orders……
Long island iced tea, or a marguerita.

5. Where did he/she go to high school?
North Delta Secondary School in BC.

6. What size shoe do they wear?
You know, I have no idea! 8 or 9 or something? Dude, I don’t know.

7. If this person were to collect anything, it would be?
National Geographics magazines. We already collect them… he’s been collecting them for about 15 years or so, I’m guessing. And weird gothic-like, scary figurines and statuettes. *shiver*

8. What is their favorite type of sandwich?
Egg omelette sandwich or a grilled cheese sandwich.

9. This person could eat __________ everyday
.. He doesn’t like eating anything that often, I would say. Maybe those Japanese asparagus rolls at our favorite place.

10. Favorite cereal?
I don’t think he has one. Pops? Something sugary.

11. This person wouldn’t be caught dead wearing…
Pink (same as Ronni’s hubby). Or a tight tight shirt. Those annoy him.

12. Favorite sports team?
He doesn’t have one. He doesn’t like sports too much.

13. Who will he/she vote for?
If he could, he’d vote for Barack. We’re in Canada though, so he’s an NDP supporter.

14. What is their sign?
Scorpio. Everything they say about them is true. At least when it comes to Dave.

15. What is something you do that he/she wishes you didn’t?
Eat congee. Hahah. Or have my “snot rags” (as he would call them) lying around.. lol Eew!

16. How many states has this person lived in?
Just the one province up here: British Columbia.

17. What is his/her’s heritage?
German, Welsh, Scottish — overall Canadian.

18. You bake them a cake for their birthday, what is it?
Erm. I’m not entirely sure. He likes cheesecake but not overly so. He doesn’t really do the cake thing.

19. Did he/she play sports in high school?
Nope.. unless you count hacky sack a sport.

20. This person could spend hours…
… on the computer (in Second Life, though not so much these days), talking politics, discussing crazy new ideas on inventions that would save humankind as we know it, etc.

(random note: check out the Oscar de la Renta collection)

This week’s Friday 5:

1. What’s something really, really stupid you’ve done that could easily have resulted in your own death?

When I was in college and before I was with Dave, I went to meet with an online dude who I was talking with for a few months. All by myself. I went to his house. He almost raped me. It was scary and the most dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

2. What makes you feel stupid?

A lot of things. Haha. When I’m the last to hear a news event that’s a big deal, when I show up at an appointment that’s not scheduled, when I say something out of line without thinking about it, not knowing about Atlanta resumes, etc. etc. The list goes on. Haha. But I usually laugh it off.

3. What’s something that’s stupid in a very smart way?

Hm, I have no idea. I don’t even understand the question. That makes me feel a little stupid.

4. What’s an example of a stupid idea working out in a way that solved a problem?

I can’t think of anything off the top of my head.

5. There is apparently a brand of packaged popcorn called Smartfood. What might be found in the package labeled Stupidfood?

Mixing weird stuff together? Oh, and maybe something from McDonalds. Anything from McDonalds is stupidfood, in my opinion. It’s scary what they put in McDonalds food. Fast food altogether, actually. Ick.

I’ve been trying to keep up with the Olympics, and watching as many of the live competitions as possible. It’s hard, though, as I’m sure many of you know, since many of them are being held during the wee hours of the night. I saw most of Michael Phelps’ gold medal swims, and most of May-Marsh’s volleyball wins, and even most of the gymnastics routines. However, it has become increasingly hard for me during the tail end of the Olympics to keep up, given Bean’s bedtime routine. Dave and I have decided to start introducing her to a regular bedtime routine — bath at 10:30pm, last dinner feeding, then off to bed in our bedroom in her bassinet. By 11:30p to midnight, she should be sound asleep, and shouldn’t wake up until 10:30am the next day except two or three times to feed during the middle of the night. It has gone very well over the last week. She still protests when I put her down and leave her alone in our bedroom in the dark (”SQUAWK!! HOLD ME, LOVE ME!!!”) but the squawks have become less in frequency and duration, so we can’t complain. She’s been treating me very well during late-night feedings, only awake long enough to eat, and then I put her down after her burp and a diaper change. All done within half an hour. What an adorable, lovely child we have.

Anyway, the Olympics. Did you hear about the latest rumored scam from the Chinese? Apparently, a few of their athletes were given fake birth certificates in order to compete, specifically in the gymnastics competition. At least one of the girls is apparently only 13 years old, and you have to be at least 16 to compete in the Olympics. If it’s true (and forgive me, I haven’t really researched this rumor thoroughly yet), it’s rather sad. The Chinese is in top standing as far as gold medals go, and we all know how dedicated they are when they put their minds on something. But geez, not at the hands of cheating. It just puts down the whole Olympics altogether. It’s sad. To me, this is as highly intolerable as athletes taking steroids or taking diet pills that work just to lose weight to compete. Come on, that’s not what the Olympics is about. It’s about friendly sportsmanship, being the best you can be naturally, working hard, going for the gold for the world (and not just for your country).

Anyway, I’m still enjoying the games. I can’t wait to watch May-Marsh’s finals tonight!

One of the many treats that I’ve come to love is going to the movies. I don’t get to go very often because I don’t really have a movie buddy. It’s a treat for me, when Dave goes to the movies with me. He likes renting DVDs and being in the comfort of home while watching a movie rather than having to go out and sit in a hard little chair in one spot for two hours with strangers we don’t know. I can understand his viewpoint, but I don’t know what it is about going to the movies that brings out the giddiness in me. I guess it’s because when I was still living at home with my parents, they never let us go out to the movies. I think we may have went once in all my time growing up, and they saw it as a waste of money. So I always waited until I moved out to go to any movie I wanted. In college, my movie buddy was Will, and we used to go almost every weekend, at least. Sometimes we went a few times a week. Sure it’s a bit more expensive than renting out, but the treat is still there… going to buy the ticket, getting the popcorn from one of those popcorn machines, finding our seats, staring at the giant big screen in front of us — it’s all good.

I keep trying to convince Will to move up here so I can have my movie buddy back, but so far it’s not really working. Darn him being in SoCal and all.

The 2008 Summer Olympics is coming very, very soon. Just mere days. I am very excited about this, actually, as I have been following the summer olympics ever since I can remember. I loved watching the opening ceremony and then the closing ceremony, and every sport in between. I love almost all the sports that are displayed, and I love seeing the world come together to fight in friendly competition. The way I see it, if we concentrate on sports as a competition, we would probably have less wars and political bullshit that we have today. All that aggression would come out readily and steadily and healthily in the form of exercise. It’s awesome.

This year, the politics in the air is pretty smelly. With China hosting the summer games this time around, it’s really crazy. I am so torn about all of this. I think that it’s crazy that there have been so much violent protests concerning China being the host. I applaud those who want to protest, but terrorism and war in the name of “peace” isn’t peaceful at all. I don’t agree with what China is doing with Tibet and their people being in such dire living conditions, but seriously… how is hurting the one event that brings the world together going to make China’s government “learn” their lesson? It’s just going to harm and kill more innocent people. It just puts a whole damper on things. It’s uncalled for. And it gives China a reason to fight back with more force and violence. Heightened security, police brutality, all the works. It’s not pretty. It saddens me when I see this in the news.

But regardless of all that, I am rooting for all the hard-working athletes who are participating in the summer games. They’ve all worked butt ass hard and they deserve this spotlight without fear. I’m looking forward to seeing all the games.

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So today is some sort of Canadian holiday, though I haven’t been keeping up with it because everyday is a holiday now — no work and with a newborn everyday seems like the last. This morning was more difficult, but now she is asleep and we have some time to ourselves. Now, I don’t even know what to do with myself when she’s sleeping. It seems my world now revolves around feeding her, burping her, changing her, and cleaning her. In between all of those, making goo-goo ga-ga noises and faces at her to get her to smile and laugh. My world is officially babyfied. Heh.

There are a lot of sitting around and waiting right now. With me moving officially to Canada, I’m just waiting for my paperwork to fall through. After that, I have all these things to take care of, including getting a new car insurance in Canada, changing my address, possibly looking for another job (sooner rather than later, though I’m not sure yet), establishing a bank, maybe getting a new car or switching my current one over to Canadian standards, updating my fast pass passport across the border, etc. The list seems to go on and on. But right now, it’s the waiting game. I can do the waiting game, especially since I don’t have to do much but wait. Being patient seems to be the name of the game that is my life now.

I must go now. I’m waiting for her to wake up and announce that she’s again hungry. The girl is going through a huge growth spurt.

I have these random thoughts of significance that I want to post on this site, but whenever I’m in front of the computer (which is rarely these days, given the fact that a newborn baby wants to feed every. two. hours. geez.), I forget what they are. I should have something like a tape recorder with me at all times so I can just make random notes to myself or something. I think I’m in dire need of a vacation soon, as my days are blending in with one another… sleeping whenever I can, eating whenever I can, checking email whenever I can. Maybe a holiday outing at one of those Caribbean villa rentals would suit us nicely, eh.

One of these days, Dave and I will have to test going out to eat with a newborn. The very thought makes me kind of nervous — anything can go wrong! What if she needs to get changed (do I excuse myself and her and head to the bathroom?)? What if she wants a boob (I am not yet comfortable with the idea of having to breastfeed in public… I don’t know how anyone does that?)? What if she needs to burp and is fussy in the restaurant? What if she wants to cuddle? What if she needs her outfit changed? So many things that could easily be fixed and dealt with in the comfort of our own home.

Tomorrow we’re going to try to go to the beach for some family time and fun in the sun. Hopefully it will go well. I’m tired just thinking about it. Heh.