What does it matter if I still have my tonsils or not?

Thank you Shameful Sheep for this fun exercise. I was going to post in her comments but realized it would be too good to pass up as my own post.

So – here are some very random questions answered by Shameful Sheep which I am now going to answer about myself!

  1. Who are you named after? 

An Ancient Persian Queen. But here’s the thing. I’m not Persian. I’m Chinese. 100% Chinese. As in, you know those Ancestry commercials where for $129, they will send you a box where you lick something so you can send back your saliva? And then they run a DNA analysis of your background? I always tell my husband, “That would be a complete waste of money for me. I can see the report I get back announce, ‘You are 100% Chinese!’”

The funny thing about my name – my parents picked it because they thought it was pretty, it sounded close to my Chinese name and they like the meaning behind it (“Personality is sweet – like honey.”) Mostly, they wanted to make sure they gave me a unique name. Which was very thoughtful of them. But why is it that when it came time to pick their English names after immigrating to Canada, they settled for “Bob and Sue?”

  1. Do you like your handwriting?

God, no! It’s almost as bad as a doctor’s handwriting. And I’ve always wondered why doctors get such a bad rap for having horrible handwriting. I would imagine engineers, for example, are just as bad – but people never get down on engineers for their bad cursives.

  1. What is your favorite lunch meat?

Processed meats are pretty gross. The closest thing I like would be roast turkey – as in leftover Thanksgivng or Christmas turkey. I’m more of a grilled cheese type of person, though. Or cream cheese and smoked salmon.

  1. Longest relationship? 

My current marriage has by far been the longest. We’ve been married for over 13 years – dated/engaged period was about 2.5 years before that. And while my husband can drive me crazy most days I can’t imagine spending my life without him.

  1. Do you still have your tonsils?

I do.

  1. Would you bungee jump? 

I’m not an adrenaline seeker so the answer would be a very firm, NO! The only rush I get are from roller coasters. And not the crazy ones with a 90 degree vertical drop where they secure you with a flimsy seatbelt and bar across your lap. How the hell is that secure? Why would I want to go on a ride that would make me pee my pants? Why would I pay money to go on a ride that would make me pee my pants???

  1. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

I have a weird habit. I don’t untie them when I take them off but then I’ll pick up my shoes and untie the laces after they have been removed from my feet so they are prepped for the next time I put them on. It doesn’t make any sense, I know. But that’s what I do.

  1. Favorite ice cream?

I’ve never been a fan of ice cream, really. IT’S TOO COLD!

  1. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Well, a lot of things. But lately, I judge people by their handshake. Maybe because lately, I’ve met a lot of people through business. What I can’t stand are those weak, flimsy handshakes. Especially those who only want to use their fingertips to lightly shake my fingertips. It’s not even a shake. It’s more like a, “Eww. I don’t want to touch you. So I’ll just try to get away with as little contact as possible.” Or maybe it’s as if they expect you to kiss their hand – like they are royalty and you are not. And I’m not about to kiss anyone’s hand like I should be bowing down to them. I wouldn’t even do that to my husband. I mean, MAYBE if David Bowie was still alive and I got to meet him. And he had a thing where he liked his hand kissed, I would do it for him. But only him.

Firm handshakes speak more confidence. And that is what I prefer. From both men and women.

  1. Football or baseball? 

Baseball (Blue Jays, yay!) I don’t get football. I’m one of those people who will go to a Super Bowl party just for the food, booze and half-time.

  1. What color pants are you wearing? 

Grey and black stripe leggings. They are cute and totally not appropriate for the office but I don’t really care because they are comfy. And I have no scheduled in-person meetings, today.

  1. Last thing you ate?

High fiber/protein toast with scrambled eggs.

  1. If you were a crayon what color would you be?

Turquoise. It’s a colour that goes well by accenting all seasons.

  1. Favorite smell?

Grapefruit – which I smell like right now because of the shower gel I used this morning.

  1. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

I wish I could say my husband. I wish I could say my friend. But unfortunately, I just got off my weekly conference call with my boss. Wait, I don’t want my last phone call to be with my boss… hang on… Okay. I just changed that by calling my husband. I feel better now.

What if that was the last question I answered before the end of the world? I would HATE it to be my boss. I mean, if it’s going to be the end of the world, my boss would be the last person I would want to talk to. *Shudder* The horror of it all!

  1. Hair color? 

Black (and probably some grey).

  1. Eye color?

Dark brown.

  1. Favorite foods to eat?

Medium rare steak! French Fries! Eggs! Bacon! Strawberries! Add a salad to each meal and I could live off of this variety for a very long time. Add some wine, too.

  1. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings, please. I am a big scared-y cat. Horror movies make me sleep with the bedside light on. FOR WEEKS! I remember making the really stupid mistake of watching The Ring while my parents were away on an extended trip. I went with my friend to the 9pm show. After he dropped me off, I realized I had to go into my house, my very dark and empty house because I didn’t think of keeping a light on when he first came to pick me up, and stay in that house all by myself. I was terrified!

Meanwhile, across the city, my best friend was also having a very hard time sleeping that night because she had just watched The Ring. I was like, “Dude – why didn’t you tell me! I could have slept over so we didn’t have to be alone!” Or… in hindsight, the smarter thing would have been to just not watch the movie at all.

Anyway – I’m a sucker for romantic comedies. I fell asleep watching Crazy, Stupid, Love last night (for the 3rd time in the last 7 days).

  1. Last movie you watched? 

Crazy, Stupid, Love (see above).

  1. Favorite holiday? 

I have little choice in this matter because I married Mr. Christmas. But… I will admit over the years, it’s become my favorite as well. I love our house when it’s decorated for Christmas. I love the family traditions we make and carry on with each year. And while it is very commercial, and we get carried away with all the commercial parts of Christmas, I do feel the Christmas spirit.

  1. Beer or wine? 

Wine – Red. More specifically, Cabernet Sauvignon, Shiraz or Syrah. Yes, I’m a bit of a wine snob. I don’t care what other people drink but I’m pretty damn certain what I want to drink!

  1. Night owl or early bird? 

Can I say, both? It’s complicated.

  1. Favorite day of the week? 

Thursday. Simply because it is a day before Friday which is, by Friday evening, the start of the weekend. But Thursdays keep me sane because it’s closer to Friday. I don’t necessarily love Thursdays when I wake up in the morning but at some point of the day, I comfort myself in knowing I’ve almost made it through another week of work. I’m a little sad.

25: Which three of your favorite bloggers do you want to know more about? 

In all honesty, I feel like I just started getting back into blogging again. And a lot of my past list of bloggers I use to follow no longer are active (sadly, one passed away a couple of Christmas’ ago). I’m just starting to build my list of blogs I follow again. At this point. I would feel it’s too soon to state to the internet which blogger out there I would like to know more about. I am not looking for that type of commitment so early in my back-from-hiatus blogging.

 

Hibernation is for the Bears

One thing Doug has taught me over the many years we’ve been together is to not let winter be an excuse for staying in.

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Snowshoeing through the Rouge

This wasn’t the easiest concept for me to adapt to. Before I met Doug, going out for winter meant I sacrificed warmth by lining up at the nightclubs wearing very little under my coat. That was the extent of what it meant to me to ‘be outdoors’ during the winter months.

Sure, on the occasion, my friends and I would go snowboarding (on the very few occasion). Otherwise, adventuring outdoors in the the winter time really mean running from the car to either a club or a restaurant.

It’s different now. And yes, I will be completely honest – there are times I still rather stay in and remain all cozy while the winter wind howls or the snow fall comes down rapidly. After all, I have fuzzy sucks, my pj’s, an endless amount of hot tea I could make, plus a novel. And I can enjoy all this in front of the bay window at the front of our house while watching the beauty of winter from my safe world inside.

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Hobbes-the-Dog loves the snow – but he often collects snowballs up and down his legs!

I’ve learned, however, the shorter days of winter can deplete me of energy. I’m more likely to suffer from depression during the winter months. Staying indoor, essentially, can actually do worse for my mental health.

So, we try. We try our best to go out as a family, get some fresh air and exercise, and enjoy the beautiful scenery winter has to offer.

It works. I often come back feeling relaxed. And the cool air makes me feel rejuvenated. The silver-lining is we’re hopefully laying a path in shaping Chaeli’s future. She may not appreciate it now but I hope one can she can look back with fond memories of all our adventures and realize, herself, she should not let winter keep her from the great outdoors.

Break-up with Joel

In my previous post, I had linked to a past blog which I can not edit anymore (so it remains private for those not logged in). I’ve copied and pasted this post below:

i sat there waiting in his living room, wondering how i was ever going to make it through the evening.

he glanced over at me uneasily, and asked, “what? is something wrong?”

“no…” i replied, trying to mask any nervousness from seeping through, “i’m fine. everything’s fine.”

“something’s… different.”

“like what?”

“i don’t know… just something.”

i climbed into the passenger side and waited for him to turn on the ignition. with the engine running and the radio on, i felt, at least, we could close the silent gap.

i wanted to speak as little as possible, in fear of giving my secret away.

for tonight was the night that i decided to leave him. it hadn’t been a very long plan in the works. in fact, i had only decided a couple of nights ago. when i found myself announcing it to my friends.

are you sure this is what you want? they asked.

yes. positive.

and i meant it.

dinner was quiet. i sat there, eating my food, hardly making even an ounce of effort to the casualist of conversations. he sat there across from me, avoiding eye contact. and feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

he knew.

we had finished dinner 20 minutes earlier then his mother’s church concert. she was singing in the choir and the last thing i wanted to do was end things before the performance.

yet…

he asked me once more, “i know something is wrong so just spill it!”

“okay,” i said, “i don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”

“i knew it.”

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and with that, you sat there and accepted what i wanted. without a fight, without any questions, you sat there and found your glum corners of the world.

i knew it. that was what you said. it hadn’t occured to me, now years later, that those three little words meant more then just that night.

you knew for awhile, that you didn’t deserve me. you knew for awhile that the way you treated me was less then par. you were immature, selfish and insecure.

for a long time now, i had regretted not taking the chance to seek the proper closure i deserved. there were many angry nights where i hated myself for wasting so much time with you. i wanted to tell you everything you did wrong. all the malnipulation… all the bullshit i had to put up with!

and then, one day, i woke up. and realized that you’ve known all along.

i was too good for you. and your game on trying to convince me otherwise, had failed.

you once said to me, “you and i both know we’re a good catch!” deep down inside, i didn’t think this. but i didn’t want to hurt your feelings. i didn’t want to tell you how many men had tried to ask me out while we were together… nor how some of my friends expressed that i could do better.

i just want you to know…

i never stomped on your heart.

just your ego.

Remembering my ultimate break-up

I think all of us remembers our past break-ups. And I’m sure there’s always at least one that stands out as the champion of all break-ups.

I had one. In fact, I was just going back to my early blog posts (the ones that use to come from Vox which I transferred here to WordPress – still miss that place) and found an entry I wrote about my most epic break-up.

It can be read here.

Yeah – Joel was about the worst relationship I have ever had. There was a previous relationship which was quite ugly – but at least I can say I was young and was fooled by ‘my first love’ with the little experience I had.

By the time I started my relationship with Joel, I was in my mid-20’s. An era I think many people experience their first bad relationship(s).

It’s healthier not to dwell in the past. And had it not been for a revisit to this specific blog post, I probably would not even be thinking of Joel. Still, now that I am, and more so about break-ups in general, I think it is healthy to go through these types of life lessons.

I still stand by everything I wrote about how I dumped Joel, with all my thoughts related to why I ended things between us. My only regret was that I didn’t do it sooner. In fact, a part of me even regrets ever meeting him. The ONLY good thing is that it was a huge learning lesson of never settling for anything less than I deserve.

And it’s healthy of me to remember that the break-up was one of the best decisions I made for myself.

Anyway – strange to all of the sudden remember something like this. I had forgotten the details about the break-up until I read it again!