Confessions No. 13 – Hockey

Oh… I am going to admit something so very, very taboo.

I hate hockey.

There, I said it. Yes, I, a Canadian, who does a lot of Canadian stuff like camping, hiking and apologizes a lot even if I’m not in the wrong, does NOT like hockey. Which, as a Canadian stereotype, is very un-Canadian-like and is something I would never admit at any sports bar or pub for fear of being chased out, hunted down and stripped of my Canadian citizenship.

This is not something new. Growing up, I actually thought I was just weird. That maybe I’ll grow out of it. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to love it. Years passed by and I still can’t stand the sport.

I think this realization really was brought out when I was down in Phoenix for my first business trip with the new parent company. They took us to a really high-end bowling ally. Until then, I didn’t think “high-end” and “bowling ally” could be used in conjunction with each other. But this place was NICE! Too bad I can’t bowl.

Anyway, they made sure the TVs were on the hockey game. It was the play-offs. Toronto Maple Leafs were not in it – Montreal Canadians were, though. And as most of us were from Toronto, they said, “Hey, you guys must all be happy to see a Canadian team in the playoffs!”

Now, the Americans from my company, are not big into hockey, either. Even though the NHL is pretty huge, from what I gather, in the states. But they have more options in sports than we do – especially when they are much more supportive of their college sports. I wish we were more into our college sports teams. Seriously – they put our school spirit to shame!

Anyway, I did know one thing I was really proud of… what is worse as a Canadian to admit not liking hockey, is no where near as bad if I were to support my rival team. I know that being a Torontorian, if I’m going to cheer for a team, it had better be The Leafs. And NOT the Canadians. Unless I want to be chased, hunted down, stripped of my Canadian citizenship AND skinned alive.

I then admitted to them, the Americans, that I am not really into hockey. I felt, at least, it was safe to say this to them. They really didn’t care, right?

They looked at me dumbfounded. They said, “Well, you’re an anomaly!”

Am I? Am I really an anomaly JUST because I do not like hockey? Honestly, it wasn’t until the Americans pointed this out, that I really felt like I was out of place. I mean all my friends like hockey. ALL of them. My husband’s family, too. Not so much my family but they are excused since they immigrated over to Canada.

There must be other Canadian-born people out there who do not like hockey. Seriously!

Maybe I should form some type of support group or something.

[On the side note, while on a whole I’m not a very big sports fan overall – I mean, I’d rather go to the museum or art gallery than watch most sports – I am an Olympics fan and will watch both men and women’s hockey during the winter games. I also have a list of other sports I would much rather watch over hockey and they are, in the following order: baseball (I’m actually quite dedicated to The Jays), curling (yes, I like curling, okay? and that can be argued as being very Canadian), soccer and basketball. I’ll even watch lacrosse and rugby before hockey. Oh – and this sport called Hurling. Yes, I’ll even watch hurling over hockey!)]

Being Chased by Evolved Zombies

Most Mondays are pretty torturous for me. Monday mornings being the worst part of the day.

As most will agree, it starts Sunday afternoon. By 4pm, I’m starting to do that mental countdown to the inevitable. You see, 4pm marks that time for me… That time where I know there are only a couple of hours before Sunday dinner and having to clean up and prepare everything for the start of our weekly grind… That time where I know the weekend is pretty much coming to an end.

The saving grace for Sunday nights is me looking forward to my AMC shows which includes The Walking Dead, Into the Badlands (currently overlapping with the end of the season for The Walking Dead), and Fear the Walking Dead (which will take place of both first two shows in the summer). I thank AMC for continuing my TV show addictions. Because there’s also Better Call Saul (starting soon) and Preacher (sometimes this summer). All year long violence at its best! High Five!


Rick Grimes and a bunch of zombie from The Walking Dead

Of course, these shows also give me weird dreams. Last night I dreamt I was running around with Rick Grimes – we were swinging through the forest top trying to escape these evolved zombies whom were pissed off at us for killing a zombie friend of theirs named, Joe. They were grunting, “Joe! Jooooeeeee!!! AAUUUUGGRRHH!” as they gained speed to catch up to us.

I then wake up in the morning, partially relieved it was just a dream, but also partially upset to NOT be in the dream anymore because: a) my life is nowhere near that exciting and adventurous and I’m worried I am running out of time to be adventurous; and b) I was with RICK GRIMES FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD! I love him. In that alternate reality, I would like to have his baby. Though maybe not in a zombie-apocalypse because babies cry and make a lot of noise. Noise attracts zombies like fire to a moth. Scratch that off my want-list.

The real painful part, though, is getting to work. As I walk into the office, I am dreading the ‘good mornings’. I am dreading the same faces I see every single day here. And I dread having any conversation I have to have with most of the people I work with.

Why? They are weird. I mean, I’m weird, too. But these people are both weird and not afraid to share it. And frankly, I don’t want to have them share their weirdness with me. I really don’t! You don’t see me sharing my weirdness with them, after all. That’s why I keep a blog. So I can anonymously share my weirdness to the unfortunate souls whom stumble upon my little space on the internet and are brave enough to venture through my posts. At least they can choose to participate with my weirdness at their own convenience.

I have examples. I have so many examples of why these people are weird. But it’s Monday morning and I’m too tired for examples. Maybe another time…

Random Confessions No. 12

My husband and I have been living together as a married couple in the same house we currently reside in for over 13 years. And when we first came together, like many families starting their first home together, we brought forth a shit load of hand-me-downs. And I mean a shit load! I’m thinking back to everything we owned. There was an old TV which Doug acquired on his own after moving out of his home town and into the big city. And with it came some really cheap furniture – a TV stand, a cabinet, an old box spring and mattress. Most have been tossed now.

Minus the lovely crystal wine glass set and some silverware we received as wedding presents, everything else was a hand-me down.

We finally had to buy a new dining table set. Only because our cheap kitchen table, which was starting to wobble, had to go. And the then dining room table was the hand-me down of my parents’ kitchen table. It’s now where it belongs, in our kitchen. It is also peach. An ugly peach. PEACH!!! Can you imagine? For several years that was our dining table. Where we would host dinner parties. We used a peach kitchen table for our dinner parties! I pathetically tried to cover it with a table cloth but there was no way to hide the matching peach chairs.

These past two to three years, we’ve been bad hostesses to our friends. We’ve hosted my family over a fair bit. But family is different. They, especially my parents, are nothing but thrilled to see their hand-me-downs put to good use. And if you have a typical Asian mother like I do, it avoids any argument of, “What was wrong with your old table and chair? Why spend money? That table and chair was still working!” That’s what we had to go through the first day they came over to have Easter dinner with our new dining set.

This past Saturday, we had a couple of our best friends over for dinner. And I was just mortified with the dishes we had available. I’m not exaggerating when I say that we had very ugly collections (that’s plural) of dishes. One was this ‘Asian’ set I bought to use as our temporary ‘good dishes’ to replace the embarrassing hand-me-downs – which were a mix-match of incomplete sets because over the years, our families had broken a plate here or a bowl there. Of course, these ‘temporary’ dishes lasted the next decade.

The hand-me-downs were something. One set, from my husband’s side, were brown plates. Brown. Not cool, earthy brown. But like a very, very off-white sort of brown. Imagine serving food to guests on very, very off-white sort of brown plates? And the other full set was from my aunt. They are white with flowers. Not pretty at all but what was worse, the side looked like it got burnt some how. I don’t know if she had a pile of it stacked near an open flame but that’s the best way I can describe it. Burnt. Though Doug says it might be stained with rust. Which is even worse. Serving food to guests on plates that have rust stains on the side. How appetizing.

Anyway – the whole point of this post was just a chance to show-off our new Ikea dinnerware. I decided to purchase from Ikea because I have come to realize I do not have the energy to go looking for clean designs where I can create that purposely matched eclectic look without trying too hard. Ikea has it planned already for me to do just that.


Ikea dinnerware mix and match

And yes, just like that Easter dinner we had several years ago where we unveiled our new dining table to my family, the first time my mom will see these dishes is at this year’s Easter dinner we are yet again hosting.

No doubt there will be a comment or two typically pointing out how we spend our money. After all, the rust stain from my aunt’s old set was on the side of the plate, no where near touching any food. Believe me, I am grateful for all the help our families gave us to start out when we were making less money and our focus then was to save and save and save.

I hope for her sake, she will one day understand her daughter has worked very hard and deserves some nice things.

As for me, I am happy with my new plates! It’s the little things that help me move from day to day. But the new plates signifies something greater than just having new, pretty things. It’s not in spite of my mom, either. I mean, I like to poke fun at my mom since I can not change her attitude, I can certainly be entertained by her attitude. It shows how I’m letting go of some of my fears and worries. I think part of the real reason why I hadn’t replaced those dishes in all these years was simply because I felt I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve good things.

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.


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!