I bought a new mirror today to replace the mirror that i just bought yesterday. Gus didnt murder me, so thats good. Was he mad? Oh yeah. I thought one of his eyes were gonna pop right out of his head.
The other mirror i bought is really nice and it matches some of our other pieces perfectly… almost too perfectly. Originally, i wanted a big ornate gold mirror but i just didnt see any for sale. The wooden mirror caught my eye and i purchased it because i was so excited to get rid of that giant framed Dismemberment Plan posters. I was too quick to buy. Too impulsive and impatient.
After we brought it home and Gus spent at least 2 hours and a trip to Home Depot to get the mounting just right. It looked good and i was for the most part happy with it. And then,
I went browsing on the internet.
There it was. My big gold ornate mirror with just the right measurements. I showed it to Gus and he murdered me with his eyes. I couldn’t sleep that night. I tossed and turned so angry at myself for not waiting just ONE damn day. I woke up determined to love the existing mirror more than the gold one. Gus saw right through me. In the middle of the afternoon today, he turned to me and asked, “Are you gonna get that mirror? Because if you are, I NEVER want you to show me another mirror ever again. Once we get it, we are never replacing it.”
JOY!
In case you’re wondering, i can’t return the brown mirror. It was purchased at a vintage shop. So now i have to sell it.
I got the gold mirror $50 bucks less than asking price but we had to drive out a bit to get it. Gus was a real sport and didnt complain while he measured and remeasured and remeasured to make sure that it would be level and i wouldn’t complain.
I always wanted one ever since The Simpsons’ : Bart Carny episode. They’re surprisingly super hard to find… well, the Def Leppard one at least. Probably paid more than a carnival prize mirror is actually worth.
CAN. NOT. WAIT. TO. GET. IT.
I guess its kind of an obscure object of reference. Whenever i watch anything, i’m always aware of decorative items. One of my favorite things i have in my house is this:
Which of course is from this:
All time favorite movie. Ghost World
I have completely run out of wall space. I just bought this mirror today. It replaced a giant 53″x 38″ framed Dismemberment Plan poster collection.
It’s not that i hated it… but it was just too damned big. That always bothered me. I mean, it was totally flush with the frame of the doorways. I have this weird thing about things touching. Nothing must not be touching or flush unless it is something placed on top or stacked. Things touching each other is my kryptonite. It destroys me.
Vintage mirror.
And yes. My new mirror is crooked. UGH! Whoever put the mounting hardware on the mirror did it all kinds of stupid. To hang it straight would be just pure crazy luck. Gus tried to convince me that its only off by a little. Is it? i don’t think so. The level shows that it is just off by a tiny bit but why the hell does it look so crooked to me? Anyway, we put 6 holes in that wall for that stupid mirror to get it straight. I can’t live with it like this though. Tomorrow i’m going to have Gus install new hardware to the mirror and put a few more holes in the wall to get it right. If i were to keep it like the way it is now… i’ll go insane.. even more so.
I got new knobs! For my birthday, I got an Anthropologie gift card from my sister. They had these pretty antique style glass knobs. i was so excited to switch them out with my old ones.
You know, i honestly get the same joy from home decor as i do with new clothes or shoes.
Anyway, so i bought a bunch of knobs and drawer pulls. And of course they’re a bitch to install…. or so Gus says. We had to buy additional hardware to get the knobs to work. It’s called a mortise latch. We went to 2 hardware stores and a specialty store only to be told we had to order the part online. MF.
Took about a week to get the parts. Although they’re installed, Gus has to trim down the … uh.. metal rod thingy in the knob because its too long. He’ll do that with a dremel tomorrow.
WTF Anthropologie. Why not include the hardware for them? No modern doors have that hardware. $6 hard to find part for your $50 door knob. Just include it! Gah!
My new door knobs make me so happy.
In other news, my favorite tree in the yard fell over. It was about 40 feet tall and it sorta arched over the pathway to the front door. The tree didnt even crack or anything it just fell over during the heavy rains this past week. Gus spend the day cutting it up and bagging it. Sad. It was an awful Chinaberry tree but it really was beautiful the way it bowed down. It was my favorite tree to light during the holidays.
Our pathway is a little uneven so i’d hold on to it whenever i’d pass by especially whenever i was wearing heels.
Gus cut me off a slice of the trunk. I’m gonna sand it down and carve our initials as well as the day it went down. 05/10/12. I guess i’ll hang it on the wall or something.
Maybe i’m being too sentimental about a shitty tree but i really did like that tree.
Lately a lot of my dreams have been taking place in an airport. I don’t always remember the details of my dreams but i told Gus as soon as i woke up and asked him to remember for me in case i forgot.
The Dream:
i’m at an airport with Gus and we’re walking around looking for a place to grab lunch for our long flight. We walk in to a Burger King/KFC and i realize i’m not wearing pants or underwear.
*This is a recurring thing that happens in my dreams. I’m out in public and i realize i’m naked waist down.
So i turn to Gus and say, “Oh my God. I’m not wearing pants or underwear.” He shrugs and tells me very matter of fact to put some on right now. Of course, in my hand are my pants and underwear. They were just … there… my underwear were in my pants like i took them both off together. I was carrying them around. WTF.
Anyway, i sit at a table and put on my clothes. We continue to walk and i see that i have a half drank diet coke in my hand. I turn to Gus and say, “What the hell! This is diet coke. I’ve been drinking diet coke!”
*I stopped drinking artificially sweetened sodas about a year ago.
Gus ignores me and i chuck the drink. We continue to walk.
Then Gus exclaims, “Oh my God, a Chik-Fil-A!” and we make our way to the restaurant.
While in line, i’m looking up at the menu board and in my head I’m deciding what i want to order. The next thing i hear is Gus ordering 2 chicken “Pita-tinis” -which of course, does not exist.
I wake up.
You know, i used to have really cool adventure awesome rock and roll type dreams. Now i have idiotic dreams about deciding what food to get from an airport while pantsless. These are my dreams now.. how sad.
Boston- We all know i like to drink, but i got so bad drunk at the Roosterteeth/TwitchTV party that i’ve pretty much sworn off alcohol for awhile. I was holed up in my hotel room for 2 days. 16 hours of vomiting and making pleas to God. NEVER AGAIN. After my 16 hours of hell, i pretty much took it easy and listened to the audio book of The Hunger Games. I also learned that Gatorade is probably the worst thing to drink when you’re throwing up sick. I had broken blood vessels in both my eyes and the lymph nodes in my neck were the size of eggs from throwing up so violently. Anyway, here are some pictures.
Used a tilt shift app.
Intercontinental. Gorgeous building.
Outside the hotel. 24hrs after my near death by alcohol.
Like i said, i spent the rest of Boston holed up in my hotel room listening to The Hunger Games. Made a little sign to hold the tip for housekeeping.
SAN FRANCISCO! God, i LOVE this place. I want to live here. There are 2 places that i would like to live: San Francisco or New Zealand. Every time i go to S.F. i NEVER get to do all the things i planned on doing. So much stuff! Also, i like the large asian population.. more specifically the large population Asian Americans that are 2nd generation and beyond. It’s just so nice to see especially coming from a place like TX.
Austin is the best city in Texas hand down but i dunno.. it kinda sucks if you’re someone like me. I grew up pretty much being the only asian kid around. So San Francisco is like the Mother Ship to me. It just feels like home even though its not. Someday San Fran. Someday.
Again, tilt shifted (using app).
Pho at my favorite restaurant. Tin Vietnamese.
Cool graffiti art across the street from Tin. I imagine that he's a cheeseburger headed superhero. He rides around town knocking cold fries out of people's hands. Gives lectures on the importance of cheese.
Ferry Building. Cool market place with local goodies.
Bought these cute earrings (Gus hated them). Also, that is totally someone's joint. You find them everywhere!
Had this cute pendant made at the market. I also got a stupid chest sunburn.
While wandering SF, i came across a little comic book/toy store. I picked up a little chipmunk hand puppet. So cute.
I really bought it for the dog. He likes to high five his toys and he looks right into the eyes of them.
His favorite is when we play “Adventures of Warrior Dog”. He basically saves the our planet by returning the Magical Orb (his squeak ball) to the sacred place (the couch). A few weeks ago, the story took a turn for the worst when Warrior Dog betrayed his people by killing the Bunny Holy Man and running off with the Magical Orb. We like to play make believe a lot.
Anyway, i thought it would make our play time so much more fun if i could move the mouth and hands.
The dog is way too interested in ripping Hubert (hand puppet) to shreds. So i’ve been bringing him out just for a few minutes in the day to get him used to it. Hopefully, Hubert will become like the rest of his toys and we can play a proper episode of “Adventures of Warrior Dog”.
Here’s a kinda old video of Benjamin being a total weirdo. He spent forever chewing on his foot and for some reason kept his foot up. Also, towards the end you’ll see what a jerk he can be sometimes.
A few weeks ago i submitted a spit sample to 23AndMe. It’s a company that does genetic testing for health, disease, and ancestry.
Since i’m a girl, i can only see the maternal ancestry results. Bummer. Stupid no Y chromosome. Anyway, here is a map of my ancestral origin going back 29,000 years.
Haplogroup Y has two subgroups: Y1 and Y2. I am Y1.
“Y1 appears restricted to northeastern Asia, generally appearing only among Tungusic-speaking populations such as the Evens. Interestingly, it has a pronounced coastal distribution, appear between 10%-60% in populations along the Sea of Okhotsk. About 20% of the Ainu, the traditional marine-based hunter-gatherer populations of northern Japan, belong to Y1 haplogroup. However, they have very little diversity within this Y1 haplogroup, indicating that a small number of women migrated from Siberia to northern Japan, probably only a few thousand years ago.” -23AndMe.
Apparently Haplogroup Y1 originated in Sakhalin, Russia’s largest island.
It’s no surprise that my genetic makeup came up 100% Asian. I mean, look at my ancestral origin map. My ancestors hardly moved!
I did find it weird that only 2% of Koreans are Haplogroup Y1. I would love to know my father’s ancestry. Gonna try to get him to send in a sample for analysis.
I’ve been playing a lot of Draw Something on my phone. I’m not the best at drawing but i know my basic shapes and what things look like. I can’t say the same for some of the people i play with. The worst? Probably Gus. God, i wish i would have taken screenshots of some of the things he’s sent me. His early stuff was awful. He’s gotten a lot better now. He kept drawing the same circle square thingy for everything. I think he felt a blog entry coming so he’s definitely been putting in more effort.
Second worst is my sister. i can tell she gets angry at her own drawings by the repetitive angry strokes she does to them. Poor thing. Ok, Gus is yelling at me so i retract what i said earlier about his drawings. ::eye roll::
Anyway, here’s some of my favorite drawings that i’ve done.
And here are some of my favorite drawings from my sister. I should mention that she is an adult.
The letters really help. In her defense, not all her drawings are terrible.
Here’s one of my favorite Gus drawings.
It’s a walrus.
Here’s the answer key to my sister’s drawings.
1. Notebook
2. Burrito
3. Puppet
4. Peaches.
God, i love this game.
Also, playing on an iPad is cheating! Playing against someone using a big screen isn’t fair. Cell phones only!
So listen up NBC when i say Whitney sucks balls! Also, Pittsburgh Penguins? WTF? i’m pretty sure i’ve never tweeted anything about the Pittsburg Penguins. So, listen up PP when i say nothing about you ever!
Saw this ad while browsing a non sex oriented site. To click or not to click… that is the question. i mean, look at that … hair?
Much to my husband’s dismay, i’ve been on the hunt for these super sex glasses. If i were to ever find them, i SWEAR it would the last i buy. No, not really but… i really really really want them. After 4 days of scouring the internet, i came up empty handed. They must be vintage. Rose Mcgowan, if you ever decide to get rid of those glasses. You’ve got your buyer. GIVE.THEM.TO.ME.
