8.31.2005

Gotta go gotta go gotta go

For a long time now I have not had a "I-gotta-go-see-this-movie-RIGHT-NOW" kind of reaction to a trailer. I had the food network on while I'm cleaning out the refrigerator and there came a trailer for a movie called {proof}. It stars Jake Gyllenhaal and Gwyneth Paltrow and is about a woman who's father was an amazing mathematician (I love mathematician movies -- last good one was A Beautiful Mind) but goes a little crazy towards the end of his life. I'm not sure what Jake Gyllenhaal's role is yet but I'm suspecting that it's love interest. What else would it be, right? But Jake Gyllenhaal is always in the most amazing or at least thought-provoking movies including October Sky and Donnie Darko. The crazy/brilliant dad is played by Anthony Hopkins. The pre-release buzz is that this might make Gwyneth an Oscar contender. It's set to be released on September 16th which is a Friday. We're going to be pretty busy that weekend but I'm hoping we can squeeze it in. It looks amazing.

Hair today, gone tomorrow

In a tribute to the end of summer, JJ shaved off his goatee this morning. Those of you who have seen him both with and without know that it's something of a shocking difference. However, unlike last time, I did not recoil in horror and refuse to allow him to come near me for the next half hour. No, this time I rather enjoy it. We're buying our new washer and dryer tonight, hopefully to be delivered Friday. Our new double hamper we got as a wedding gift is groaning under the masses of dirty clothes. It'll just have to make do till Friday at least, probably Saturday. Can't wait to move this weekend. Up until this point I feel like I moved into "JJ's apartment" since he had been living there for 2 years before we started dating. Now we'll have "our apartment" and while I pride myself on not being overly girly, there is some excitement involved in knowing that the place will be decorated to our taste. I was thinking last night that I have never lived alone. Ever. Obviously growing up I lived with my family in Wichita. I was lucky and had my own bedroom and all, but just the same I was living in a house with 4 people. Then in college I had a freshman roommate, my sophomore year I shared a suite with 5 other girls, my junior year I shared an apartment and my senior year I shared a suite again, though this time with 3 other girls. Following my senior year I shared an apartment and then when I moved down here I acquired 2 roommates and then I met JJ, we got married, and are (obviously) living in the same apartment. Never lived alone in my life. And at this point should probably give up the thought that I ever will. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I would trade being married to JJ for living alone. Definitely not. But there is part of me that wonders what it would be like to come home to my empty apartment, watch my TV, lay in my bed and talk on my phone. What it would be like to have people over whenever I wanted, without having to check. But would I trade that for a man who lights up when he gets home and sees me every night? Would I trade it for someone who loves my cooking? Would I trade it for the love of my life who will wake me in the morning with a kiss or comes to bed at night just to hold me? Not on your life. Give us a month, then you can come over and see our place.

8.30.2005

On the road again

Today marks the first official day of class around here. To me what that means is getting up early (or at least earlier than usual for me), crowded parking lots, even more crowded buses, crowded campus and crowded buildings. It means cold, sometimes soggy, sandwiches for lunch and caffeine in the morning. It means the Pit will be crowded and there will be undergraduates roaming the halls. On the other hand it means that fall is coming, that new academic progress will be made and more ambitions fulfilled. It goes both ways I guess. I sometimes try and remember what it was like to go back to school as a kid. I never remember being all that rebellious about it. When high school rolled around I was downright excited to go back to school (other than the heat in our non-air-conditioned, 75 year old building) but I mean as a little kid, someone Jaylyn's age or Genna's age. Is it excitement? Bewilderment? Wonder? Genna, our niece, started kindergarten this year. The last we talked to her they were working on the letter "L". My guess is that the next day the letter "M" was coming. I wrote my sister-in-law a few weeks ago asking how school was going and she replied that Genna says there is so much work in kindergarten that it makes her want to throw up. Now, I don't know about you, but that's some work! Walker started pre-K this year, which I believe is only a few days a week. He's not much of a phone talker so I haven't gotten to talk to him since he started school. JJ got to for a little while a couple of weeks ago. But Walker's favorite part of the year is coming, even if he might not know it. He's a huge football fan, like father and uncle, like son I guess. Wonder if I'll get to see him in his little Roethlisberger jersey at some point. The Steelers are playing on Christmas Eve and since Perry is our destination for Christmas ... and since Sean doesn't have to work weekends anymore ... maybe we'll get to watch a game together. Doesn't that sound like fun? Okay, well it sounds like fun to me.

8.29.2005

The wheels on the bus go ...

Friday night The Bus blew a tire. He pulled his right calf early in the first quarter. He was scheduled for an MRI on Saturday and we haven't heard about it since. This is not good for the Steelers' running game. Duce Staley is still recovering from arthroscopic knee surgery for a torn meniscus. With The Bus out for awhile, what next? Well, Friday night against the Redskins Willie Parker was what's next. Even though he's technically 4th on the depth chart, Parker broke loose for 1 carry on Friday night. For 51 yards. And then Coach Bill Cowher pulled him from the game saying that we might not see him until season opener against the Titans. That leaves Verron "the mudder" Haynes. I would not want to be in Haynes' shoes this weekend when the Steelers play the Panthers in the last preseason game. That just sounds like it's not going to be fun for him. Oh and Ben Roethlisberger looked crappy on Friday night. He hooked up with Hines Ward a couple of times but other than that, nada. It disturbs me a little that the Steelers offense has yet to score any touchdowns. The defense and special teams, on the other hand, has scored off of an interception, kick return, punt return, and fumble. Saturday we went to Michele's for Kim and Howard's baby shower. It was poolside and so we brought our bathing suits. Jessie and Jaylyn and Dylan did, too. We played and played ... and played .... and played. And then Jessie got cold, we got out to open presents (or rather watch Kim open presents), had cake, and got in and played some more. Fun kids they are. Yesterday on our way home from the grocery store we happened to look out the window at the right time (we pass Michele's on the way home from the store) and saw 2 little girls standing outside that, as JJ put it, "Were about Jessie and Jaylyn size" so we stopped off and sure enough there they were. We said hi. Jessie gave me part of her Pop Tart. Today it's back to the park and ride. I got there around 9:30 this morning and it was packed. There were literally like 4 open spaces. I took one. Tomorrow I will be here (in the office) no later than 8:30. There better be parking at 8:15 am, that's all I'm saying. The SuperDome, home to the New Orleans Saints, is leaking rain. Hurricane Katrina is blasting New Orleans and the shelter is leaking rain. This is not good. We're moving on Saturday. Time to get packing!

8.24.2005

Random thoughts

Today's post is more of a random thoughts sort of thing ... bear with me * When I got to campus today I found that it was packed with incoming students, freshmen I believe. My beloved parking meters next to Davie were all covered with red signs that read "Incoming students only. 45 minute unloading zone. Towing enforced." This is the most traffic we're going to see and it will be steadily so until about the 3rd week of class ... when the slacker students decide it's not worth it to go to class anymore. * My newest favorite breakfast is a cinnamon raisin English muffin with a tiny bit of low calorie butter spread. Toasted. Yum. * New favorite lunch: turkey, cucumber, tomato, ranch dressing on a pita. Pretzels. Sweet tea. * My semester starts on August 30. It ends on December 9. We have gone from a 16 week semester to a 15 week. And the professors are expected to cover the same amount of material. This is me being excited ... not really. * On Friday night JJ and I are going to our first departmental function as husband and wife - dinner at the psyc 50 course coordinator's house. * My latest cooking ambition is to make cream puffs and eclairs from scratch. Pate a choux. And also biscuits. 2 separate ambitions I guess. * Last weekend we went to a YA barbecue and pool party and we got to play with Jaylyn and Jessie Grace. They're fun girls. * We're starting a new study at our small group. I'm excited. And I haven't been excited about a study in awhile. * On Monday I was cranky. JJ got me an iTunes gift certificate to cheer me up. How sweet. * Last week I bought pajama pants and a t-shirt from the Gap's supersoft collection. Very comfortable. VERY. * Movies I want to see: March of the Penguins, The 40-year-old Virgin, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Cinderella Man and Redeye. Although after Redeye I probably wouldn't be able to sleep.

8.23.2005

Non-labor-day Labor day

When I was in elementary school Labor Day was always the first holiday we got to look forward to. School always started, for unknown reasons, on August 28th or thereabouts and then usually about 5 days later Labor Day would hit and we would get our first day off from school. As a graduate student I still have that luxury and most of the working world has Labor Day off, too. This year, not so. At the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill this year Labor Day is a "staff holiday" but not a student holiday. We will be holding class. Luckily I neither teach nor have class that day but my friend Jeff (who also is in my lab) does. He teaches. His fiance, Nadine, lives in Toronto. They see each other about twice a year. Nadine just found out that she gets Labor Day off - she had not originally thought that this would be the case. She called Jeff and booked a flight to come down for the long weekend ... and Jeff has to teach on Monday. Doesn't that suck? I likely will sub for Jeff that Monday because well, I'm probably going to be at work anyway and if JJ had taken off a day especially for me, well, I'd hope that I'd get to spend it with him. All's fair in love, right? JJ has to work on Labor Day, too. The issue must go on ... regardless of the holidays or otherwise. And that's an issue Monday. So to work we shall both go on our non-Labor-Day vacation.

8.22.2005

How much is that doggie in the window?

I had a dog when I was little. His name was Happy. I got him when I was 8. When I was 19 Happy died. He had cancer. We had to put him down. Eventually I want another doggie. I don't like little yippy dogs. But I don't like big giant dogs (can we say shovel?) either. Happy was a Shih-tzu ("Lion" in Chinese - see photos) and I would love to get another. They're smart, sweet, about 18-20 pounds and really cute. However, if you're not careful you'll end up with the yippy kind. Happy wasn't yippy, he was ... well ... friendly. He'd make friends with everyone. Sometimes we were afraid he'd make friends with a big scary dog and then Happy would be big scary dog's lunch. Happy didn't seem to mind, though. Lunch or not. Maybe we can get another dog like Happy - Shih-tzu's are supposedly "lap" dogs but I wouldn't let him BE a lap dog so my Shih-tzu may have been one of the few who would fetch, jump over fences (short ones), race me up and down the stairs, sleep on the air conditioning vent, bark at birds (and try to chase them), and ... my mom trained the dog to get her paper in the morning! The dog weighed probably 15 or 16 pounds and every morning he'd run out, go and get the paper, and bring it in. This became very useful when, for example, it was snowing and 3 below outside. The funny thing was that we got 2 papers - The Wichita Eagle and The Wall Street Journal. So the dog knew he had to get 2 papers. Well, sometimes, the Wall Street Journal would be late (and therefore not out there when Happy was out there looking for it) and all Happy knew was that he had to bring in 2 papers. He would go across the street and get the neighbor's paper! And then mom would have to sheepishly return it after giving the dog his treat for getting the paper. On Sunday's it was a hit or miss. The Sunday paper was so big that the dog couldn't get his little jaws around it so he would just grab an end and drag. If he grabbed the open end, then the paper made it in. If he grabbed the wrong end, the bag would come in, the paper would lay out on the drive. Good dog! I have to stop writing about dogs. Because I'm gonna want one.

8.19.2005

Boring survey

Because I have nothing profound to say today .... 1. What is your occupation? graduate student, teaching assistant, research assistant and even though we don't get paid we spend enough time there so church technician, too 2. What are you listening to right now? nothing 3. What time did you wake up today? 9:15? 4. What was the last thing you ate? Eggo waffles 5. Do you wish on stars? Not so much, no 6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? something dark blue 7. How is the weather right now? it looks like it's cloudy out - I haven't been out there yet 8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? JJ, calling me when he got back into town last night 9. How old are you today? 23 11. Favorite drink? I dunno actually ... my drink tastes have changed recently 12. Favorite sport to watch? Football! Steelers Football! 13. Have you ever dyed your hair? nah 14. Do you wear contacts? yes 15. Pets? Had a dog, he died of cancer. Want another dog. Probably not getting one for awhile. 16. Favorite month? mmmm .... November? January maybe? One of those cold winter months that everyone else finds bleak. 17. Favorite food? Well, it USED to be pad thai from Big Bowl. But now that Big Bowl isn't here anymore ... pho maybe? From Lime & Basil? 18. What was the last movie you watched? We saw Wedding Crashers in the theatre ... I'm trying to remember if we saw anything not in the theatre ... yes we did. We watched Garden State with Scott a couple of weeks ago. 19. Favorite day of the year? July 10 - those of you who know my husband will go "What? HIS birthday is YOUR favorite day of the year??" That's ... sort of true but here's my explanation. That's the day after our wedding. Our actual wedding day was not all that pleasant for me. Again, those of you who know me know this was true. Yes there was something in the tears that JJ shed as I walked down the aisle but it didn't take away from the 90 minute hair appointment, the makeup, the photos, the reception where everyone is looking at you ... but the day after was great. Because then I was married, and no one could take that away. So that's that. 20. What do you do to vent anger? yell 21. What was your favorite toy as a child? My stuffed strawberry shortcake doll 22. Fall or Spring? Fall, definitely fall 23. Hugs or kisses? There was a time when I would have said hugs but I've become distinctly less "cuddly" since I got married. I think it's because I've reached the "full" mark. 24. Cherry or Blueberry? Blueberry 25. Living arrangements? in our 1 bedroom apartment - but we're moving in 2 weeks! 26. When was the last time you cried? I can't remember exactly ... 27. Favorite day of the week? Sunday! 28. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Well, it's been awhile since I actually talked to her but Annie maybe? I've known her since I was 3. Aside from Annie then probably ... Danny whom I've known since (we think) I was 9? Danny and I don't remember meeting, we just remember always being friends but I know he didn't move to Wichita till he was 6 or 7 which means I was 7 or 8 at the earliest. 29. What did you do last night? Went to church to give Sabrina shortbread cookies, went to Jamie's to watch Sex and the City, waited for JJ to come home from the airport, spent maybe an hour and a half with him before we went to bed. 30. What inspires you? God. If I would sit still long enough to listen. 31. What are you afraid of? 36. What kind of car do you drive? Ford Mustang 37. Favorite car? I dunno but I really want a Hybrid when I grow up! 39. Favorite dog breed? mutt 40. How many keys are on your key ring? Oh geez. On my car key chain I have 3 - one for my car, one for JJ's car, and one for the house. On my "office" key chain I have 10 - one for my office, one for the mailroom, one for the classroom I teach in, one for the building, one for the main lab, one for the old lab, key to the church, the key to the tech booth, and 1 key each to Jamie's apartment and Scott's apartment. I know I know - too many keys. 41. Years at your current job? 2 years I guess 42. How many states have you lived in? 3 43. How many cities have you lived in? 3

8.18.2005

Semper Fi

This is from the Seattle Times. Kinda makes you think a little about what real sacrifices are, doesn't it?

FALLUJAH, Iraq — Sgt. Rafael Peralta built a reputation as a man who always put his Marines' interests ahead of his own.

He showed that again, when he made the ultimate sacrifice of his life Tuesday, by shielding his fellow Marines from a grenade blast.

"It's stuff you hear about in boot camp, about World War II and Tarawa Marines who won the Medal of Honor," said Lance Cpl. Rob Rogers, 22, of Tallahassee, Fla., one of Peralta's platoon mates in 1st Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, 3rd Marine Regiment.

Peralta, 25, as platoon scout, wasn't even assigned to the assault team that entered the insurgent safe house in northern Fallujah, Marines said. Despite an assignment that would have allowed him to avoid such dangerous duty, he regularly asked squad leaders if he could join their assault teams, they said.

One of the first Marines to enter the house, Peralta was wounded in the face by rifle fire from a room near the entry door, said Lance Cpl. Adam Morrison, 20, of Tacoma, who was in the house when Peralta was first wounded.

Moments later, an insurgent rolled a fragmentation grenade into the area where a wounded Peralta and the other Marines were seeking cover.

As Morrison and another Marine scrambled to escape the blast, pounding against a locked door, Peralta grabbed the grenade and cradled it into his body, Morrison said. While one Marine was badly wounded by shrapnel from the blast, the Marines said they believe more lives would have been lost if not for Peralta's selfless act.

"He saved half my fire team," said Cpl. Brannon Dyer, 27, of Blairsville, Ga.

The Marines said such a sacrifice would be perfectly in character for Peralta, a Mexico native who lived in San Diego and gained U.S. citizenship after joining the Marines. "He'd stand up for his Marines to an insane point," Rogers said.

Rogers and others remembered Peralta as a squared-away Marine, so meticulous about uniform standards that he sent his camouflage uniform to be pressed while training in Kuwait before entering Iraq.

But mostly they remembered acts of selflessness: offering career advice, giving a buddy a ride home from the bar, teaching salsa dance steps in the barracks.

While Alpha Company was still gathering information, and a formal finding on Peralta's death is likely months away, not a single Marine in Alpha Company doubted the account of Peralta's act of sacrifice.

"I believe it," said Alpha's commander, Capt. Lee Johnson. "He was that kind of Marine."

8.17.2005

Time keeps on tickin' tickin' tickin'

In my opinion, JJ and I are perfectly matched. This is not to say we are not without our differences. But first our similarities - we're both reasonable, we both like cold weather, we both like Mexican food and we both like Chinese food and a bunch of other small and big things. And then of course there are differences. One of our big differences is our timing issues. Not timing as in "On your mark, get set, go!" timing but timing as in how we get things done. Through years of insane busy-ness and organization in high school and college (I was your typical over-extended, over-commited high school and college student) I learned to do things in advance. If there's a paper due Monday, I have it written by Saturday night. Exam Tuesday morning? By 9 pm on Monday night or maybe 10 or 11 the studying is all done. No last minute panicking for me. I don't like surprises so if I can avoid them, I will. Then, there's JJ. I think part of it comes from working in papers for so long but he doesn't do things until deadline. Let me make this clear, he always gets things done on time as in our bills get paid on time, he gets to work on time every morning and as a general rule he's on time to most things. But the difference is that if something needs to be done by 4 pm on Monday, JJ will get it done probably no earlier than 2 pm that same day. Me? If it's possible it was done on Friday. Part of this is due to the fact that JJ just enjoys time more than I do I think. Case in point, he'll get up at 8:15 even though he doesn't need to be at work until 10. He'll wander out and watch something Tivo picked up, eat his breakfast, take a shower, wander into the study and read his morning websites, wander back out and watch more TV. And eventually, around 9:45 am he'll realize that he's still not dressed and from then on it's an all out sprint as he gets dressed, brushes his teeth and shaves (sometimes). There are some days he'll come home from work and I will chastise him because he didn't shave that morning. "I got busy" he says or "I was in a rush and I forgot". I am always baffled by these answers because he's been awake for an hour and a half! In an hour and a half I can watch a TV show, take a shower, make a lunch, have breakfast, and brush my teeth. And then have time left over! It's not that I don't buy his response. I do. But it still baffles me that the hour of sit-around-and-do-basically-nothing time is worth the rushing and then forgetting something at the end. If it were me I'd get up at 9, thus giving myself 45 minutes more sleep, shower, get dressed, have my breakfast at a leisurely pace, make my lunch, catch maybe 20 minutes of TV and head out the door. No rushing at all, but definitely time to do everything that needs to be done and no just-sitting-there-doing-nothing-else time. We're different I guess. But I still think we're perfect for each other. At least until the newlywed-ness wears off I suppose. All together now: Awwwwwwwwww!

8.16.2005

My third string is better than your third string

After 15 days Hines Ward's holdout is over. He reported to training camp yesterday, saying that Coach Bill Cowher told him that if he reported in good faith that he would get a deal with the Steelers. During the Steelers' pre-season game against the Philadelphia Eagles last night Hines was standing on the sidelines wearing Steelers' gear and cheering on his teammates. We saw him signal the thumbs up to new receiver, Cedrick Wilson. Hines gave an interview to ESPN during the game and said that the last 15 days have been "terrible" and that he is so "passionate about football" that he missed playing with the guys. He also said that all he wants to do is "retire as a Steeler." I think we Steeler fans agree with that ... if Hines wants to be a lifetime Steeler, I think the Steelers need to help make that happen. But then again that's just my two cents. Yesterday during the preseason game the Steelers returned a kickoff, a punt, and an interception all for a touchdown during the first half. The first return was cornerback Willie Williams who picked off a Donovan McNabb pass during the first play from scrimmage. The pick was returned 10 yards for a touchdown. It happened with 14:48 to go in the first quarter. On the next drive the Eagles went 3-and-out and Ricardo Colclough caught a punt that bounced on the turf at the Steelers' 34 yard line, cut across the field and outran the Eagles. He returned the punt 66 yards for a touchdown. 12:55 left in the first quarter. If you're keeping track, that's 14 points for the Steelers before Ben Roethlisberger and the Steelers offense ever touched the field. The Eagles' kickoff in the second quarter was caught by Ike Taylor in the end zone. Taylor ran the ball 100 yards with Colclough alongside throwing blocks to the Eagles' pursuers. The Steelers' pair finally stopped in the Eagles' endzone. Touchdown. Final score 38-31, Steelers. What does that mean exactly? Well, not a whole lot. It means that there are currently 4 quarterbacks competing for a position. Big Ben Roethlisberger will start and Tommy Maddox will back him up unless Maddox becomes trade fodder. Charlie Batch and Brian St. Pierre are battling for the 3rd QB roster spot. Jerome Bettis will likely start as running back, at least until Duce Staley's knee looks to be healthy, and the Bus will likely be backed up by Verron Haynes and Willie Parker. Rookie running back Noah Herron also had game time and some decent carries. At tight end, first round draft pick Heath Miller (Virginia) showed that he can catch and block at TE, giving the Steelers some more versatility in their offense. Bill Cowher's little "talk" with Ricardo Colclough seems to have paid off. He played harder last night than I saw him play last season. There's my football two cents - opinions of an amateur NFL fan. The Steelers play the Miami Dolphins at Heinz Field this Saturday at 7:30 pm.

8.15.2005

Generations will reap what I sow

Well, we're back from the trip. Going in we really were looking forward to the food. I mean, I knew that we would be seeing a lot of my extended family but I was selling it as "We get to eat a 10 course meal." So on Saturday night we got all dressed up and headed out to have our 10 course dinner. Turns out, the best part of it was seeing my extended family. At the beginning of the dinner JJ and I did a traditional Chinese wedding tea ceremony. I venture to say that it was perhaps not as perfectly traditional as one in say, Beijing or Shanghai, but it was an attempt at tradition. The way this works is the elders, in this case my father and his brothers and sisters, are seated. The bride (that would be me) and the groom (that would be JJ) present the elders with tea. We (the bride and groom) then bow according to instructions (given in this case by my cousin from Oklahoma) and they welcome us to the family. It was neat to present JJ to the family this way and I think they found it impressive that my "American" husband would be not only willing to but quite enjoying such a ceremony. Then came the food. My mom and I had both planned to take pictures of each course. Well, we forgot. So the best we got was ... JJ reaching for orange peel beef. We did a good job of pacing ourselves until the orange peel beef and the kung pao chicken. And when the rice came out, well JJ threw all caution to the wind and away he (or his stomach) went. We ended the meal with strawberry cake or in some cases chocolate mousse cake. It was when the meal was over that the mingling began and we got to talk to the cousins and play with the 2nd cousins. My father is the youngest of eight children and his oldest sister is 74. His oldest brother is 71. That means that I have several cousins who are closer to my parents in age than to me, and that these cousins have children. And in the case of some of them, they have lots and lots o' children. This whole traditional wedding reception came about because many of these relatives couldn't make it to our wedding in North Carolina. My mom's side of the family all came (God bless them) but my dad's, for various reasons, could not and so as a result they all came to Wichita. There were, at any given moment, conversations going on in 4 different languages: Chinese (Mandarin), Taiwanese (Fukenese), Vietnamese and English. Occasionally there'd be a fifth: Chinese (Cantonese). Bless JJ, he enjoyed it all. He talked to my aunts and uncles (who don't speak English as well) and my cousins, and my 2nd cousins. As the evening wrapped up we took pictures. We lined up in groups, separated by generations. My father's generation had himself, his oldest brother (who came from Denver), and his two older sisters. Missing were 2 of my uncles - one from California, and one from Canada. I believe the one from California was having some health problems. The one from Canada well ... his wife is on a waiting list for a kidney transplant. And her story is amazing. She was on the list for the transplant when a kidney appeared that was a match. She could have taken it. But she somehow found out that the next person on the transplant list was a 30-something man with a wife and family. My aunt decided that the 30-something father and husband needed the kidney more than she did and at 70-something gave up her chance at a kidney so that this other man could have it. She couldn't come to Wichita because while she was in Kansas, another opportunity might have come up. If that's not a generous spirit, I don't know what is. And also missing was my father's oldest sister who still lives in Vietnam. So all together we were missing a few. Also keep in mind that as I'm writing this that these people are really hard for me to keep track of so if I miss someone, my deepest and sincerest apologies. Oy. But over the years the generations have grown and prospered. Let's start at the top and keep in mind that I have not met some of these relatives as there are (1) so many of them and (2) so far scattered. My father's oldest sister's oldest daughter came. She is the landlord of 24 apartment units acquired during the savings and loan crisis of the 80s and is doing well. My father's oldest brother has 4 children - 3 girls and a boy. Nancy, who is married to an American, Rod and has 2 children. Betty is the next in line and she has 2 children, a boy and a girl. Then comes the youngest girl, Hong, who is married to Guy Mar, and they have a son. Then comes the boy, Bruce. He ismarried to Cynthia and they have 5 children, 4 girls and a boy. Bruce does some sort of business/entrepreneurship for a living. He just bought his wife the new Porsche Cayenne Turbo as a gift. He drives a Mercedes SL55. He had put down a 5000 dollar deposit on a Lambourghini roadster but his dad thought that was too extravagant so he cancelled the order. The car dealership kept the deposit. He's done pretty well for himself hasn't he? On to the next sister, the one in Oklahoma. She has 2 boys and a girl. One of the boys couldn't make it. The other one came with, I believe, his wife and 2 sons. The girl, Heather, came with her husband and her two children. The youngest oldest sister lives in Wichita. She and her husband have 3 girls and a boy. The boy couldn't make it. One of the girls, Kelly, is a nephrologist and just moved to Phoenix to take a job. Another of the girls, Amy, is married to Ben and they have 2 daughters. Kristina is the youngest and she has her degree in Spanish and education and teaches high school Spanish. Can you imagine being a high school student and showing up to find a Chinese fluent Spanish speaker as a teacher? Awesome. And then there are me and Bryant, my father's children and the 2nd generation. Bryant just graduated from Washington University in St. Louis with a degree in Geology. He'll be starting another degree at the University of Kansas this fall. I graduated from Washington in 2003 and am in the Ph.D. program at UNC-Chapel Hill and I married JJ Cooper, news editor for Baseball America magazine. We have no children. Nor do we plan to have any for awhile. Then there's the 3rd generation - the children of my cousins. Jennifer (21) and Michael(19) belong to Nancy, the oldest of my father's oldest brother's 3 girls. Valerie (13) and Alex (7) belong to Betty and her husband. Cody (8) belongs to Hong and Guy. And Sophia (10), Brendan (8), the twins Veronica and Antoinette (5) and Fiona (4) belong to Bruce and Cynthia. Amy and Ben have Elizabeth (11?) and Annabel (7?). Heather has Nicholas (7) and Michelle (2). So I think that's it, the Wong bloodline in a nutshell. I know I forgot some names and some ages and I probably even forgot some actual people. But you know what? If us 2nd and 3rd generation-ers have the grit and moxy of those first generation Wongs ... well, we're going to be just fine.

8.11.2005

Party on

Tomorrow JJ and I are heading back to my hometown, Wichita, KS, for our second wedding reception. This one will be held in traditional Chinese style - complete with a full 10 course meal that contains many of the finest Chinese delicacies including shark's fin and sea cucumber. The complete menu appears here. We will be celebrating with my dad's side of the family. 40 aunts, uncles, cousins and other various relatives are coming in. In addition other friends from the area and a couple of teachers from high school will be there. The Asian-to-American ratio is going to be something like ... 15 to 1. JJ will be the tall white man in the room ... and he's okay with that. Which is good. The menu, somewhat ironically, also includes a cake from Wichita's finest French bakery. Friday night we're headed to Scotch & Sirloin, Wichita's finest steak restaurant where Kansas beef will arrive on our plates perfectly cooked. They also make their Ranch salad dressing in-house and it's to die for. We will definitely eat well. And we'll get to spend a couple of days in the good ol' 'Ta. What's not to like?

8.10.2005

L.?.V.E.

I have a dilemma. I have spent the last month trying to remember what the "O" stood for in Benji's homily at our wedding. Anyone? If you were there and you remember, help me out here. Because between JJ and me, we seriously can't remember. It was Laughter, Osomething, Validation (Go Steelers), and Encouragement. What on EARTH was the O???

First down ...

We're back we're back! Sort of. The NFL preseason started on Monday with the Pro Football Hall of Fame Game (that sounds like a game show, doesn't it?) and then this weekend are the preseason games all over the country. NFL Network has gone into hyperoverdrive covering training camps and doing preseason breakdowns of the teams. We need to get our Tivo cleared off before this season so we have space to record the new games. It's funny, I never watched sports religiously as a kid. I loved sports all through high school but I am not what you would call a lifelong sports fan. And I especially never had any allegiance to any particular team, collegeiate or pro. Until I moved down to Chapel Hill. Down here on Tobacco Road it's a do-or-die attitude about college basketball. With one of the longest standing rivalries in college history, Duke and UNC make college basketball a sport that sucks you in and makes you take sides. Especially if you're a student at either place, and me being a student at UNC, well, I believe that's all I need to say about that. Then there's football. College football is fun ... until I became a little bit more clear about how the silly BCS system works and I came to the conclusion that even though there's a game labelled the "national championship" game that there is no REAL national champion because they don't play elimination rounds ... no quarterfinals, semifinals or final games. Just a ranking and bowl games. This is not to say there's not pride and glory and sacrifice in those games. I'm sure that there are all of those things. I'm just saying it's not my cup of tea. Pro football, though? It's got it all ... playoffs, finals, pride, glory, sacrifice, team ... everything. And it helps that my husband is perhaps one of the greatest NFL fans in the history of the sport, and it helps that he has the world's strongest allegiance to one of the truly great NFL teams in history: the Pittsburgh Steelers. His enthusiasm, though bordering on insanity, is contagious. And once he allowed me to watch the games with him (which was, trust me, a momentous occasion) his enthusiasm became more than contagious, it was infectious. I am now a loyal follower of the black and gold so bring it on ... let the 2005 season begin!

8.09.2005

Just keep swimming .... just keep swimming

I've been missing swimming a lot the last few months and last night I went and practiced with a master's team at UNC's Koury Natatorium. I had read online about the North Carolina Area Master's team and it sounded like it was right up my alley. The website quoted workouts ranging from 1500 to 4500 meters per workout, or roughly 1 to 3 miles. Workouts last about an hour to an hour and a half depending on when you go (there's a 5:30 am workout - no thank you, not for me) and there's on deck coaching if you want. Perfect, right? Well I showed up at Koury last night at 7 pm and it was the most humbling experience, more so than I even expected. I expected to have my butt kicked as I haven't seriously swam in almost a year. But why was it worse than I had imagined in my own head? The pool was set up for LONG COURSE METERS. For those of you who are thoroughly confused, long course meters pools are the Olympic size pools. 50m from one end to the other. I personally am of the opinion that if you dive in and can't see the other side of the pool clearly then the pool is too long, but there it was ... long course meters in all its glory. Keep in mind now that I haven't swim in almost a year and that was in a short course yards pool (what you mostly see at Y's and public pools) ... that meant that I was going to be in pain, and lots of it, by the time this workout was over. No matter. I love swimming. Right? But I learned some valuable lessons last night: 1. When returning to the pool for the first time in almost a year, make sure it's short course and not long course. Long course hurts. 2. When you haven't swam for a long time you're more susceptible to suit hickeys, or suit burn, otherwise known as ugly rug-burn like marks from the straps of your suit. Those of you in NC, next time you see me, JJ didn't do that, my freaking swim suit did. 3. The word "descend" is relative. For you non-swimmers out there 'descend' refers to the way you do a set ... you increase your speed with each repetition. So for example if your set is 3 x 100 descend 1 to 3, 1 is slow, 2 is faster, 3 is fast. Well, last night it was 3 x 100 descend 1-3 and it was more like really really really slow to just slow. 4. Your first time back, forget strokes. Just do freestyle. If you can. 5. Kicking on your back long course is really really boring. 6. Even if you were a former collegiate swimmer you CAN feel like you're going to drown. 7. 2300 meters in an hour is the best you can do. Don't knock it. 8. Chlorine still smells the same. 9. Don't spend too much time looking at the bottom of the pool when you're swimming long course. You'll get bored and not only that but it feels like you're not moving. 10. Make yourself go back. It can't get any worse.

8.04.2005

The dress dilemma - conclusion

I believe it's over. If it's not over there is but one chapter left. In the end, I got my refund from PayPal. I did, however, neglect to send the dress back. It just never crossed my mind. Until I got an email from the seller saying she would report me for stealing if I didn't. Oops. I sent it last week. Today I hopped online to jcrew.com to check out any last summer sales and found this dress. It was originally listed at 175. My wonderful husband decided I should have the dress. We got it for 67 ... including rush shipping so I have it in time for the reception next weekend in Wichita. So assuming that J. Crew doesn't mess anything up, on Monday or Tuesday I should have my dress.

8.03.2005

He could have danced all night - the pictures

My father in law wrote about his grandson, and our nephew, today in his weekly column. Well, there were no accompanying pictures. So I had to fix that. Here's the dancing king in all his Tommy Hilfiger tuxedo-ed glory.

The new me

Yesterday afternoon I spent almost 2 hours driving around getting my name legally changed. Last Friday I received my new social security card in the mail. There it was. Angela Wong Cooper and my same number and my new signature. Wild. Then yesterday I went to the DMV and had my driver's license switched over. I'd just like to point out that people who take other people's pictures for driver's licenses should warn the subject of the photo before snapping the shot. The guy told me to "Sit in this chair ... I'll be with you in a moment" and then suddenly the light flashed and my picture was taken. Terrible awful picture. Really really bad. After the DMV I went and closed down my bank accounts under my old name and moved it all over to JJ's existing account with my new name. And opened a savings account under my new name. I was called "Mrs. Cooper" so many times yesterday that I think if you called me that now I would actually answer. Today I turned in all my paperwork to the department to switch everything over. I am officially and legally Angela Wong Cooper now. Weird. The funny thing is ... I haven't signed my new name enough for me to be used to signing it so right now every time I sign, it looks different. All my new legal documents have this signature on them that varies quite a bit from one document to the next. JJ's signature is generally JJKC-scribblescribble and mine currently looks like Angela C-scribble-p-scribble. We'll see if that sticks. I wonder how long it takes to get used to this?

8.02.2005

Genna and Walker ... again

In case there was ever any question who are the cutest children in the whole wide world, I just thought I'd put those worries to rest. Here they are (again) in all their dressed up glory on our wedding day. Our photographer took this shot and it turned out great. Genna loves Walker ... and Walker's letting his big sister hug him because, well ... she's his big sister. Too cute.

8.01.2005

Load 'em up ... move 'em out

On Saturday the husband and I engaged in one of our favorite Saturday activities .... moving! No, not us. Yet. We wish. This past weekend we helped Kim and Howard, and their 2 beautiful daughters Jessie and Jaylyn, move in what is now the longest moving project in which we have ever participated. It started at 9:30 am. We pulled up to find Curtis leaving. No truck from U-Haul. How annoying. Rather than sit around for 7 hours waiting for the truck we decided to just pack up the cars that were there (and there were quite a few) with boxes, clothes, and other things that were not furniture and/or big screen TVs and move that to the new house. Around 2 pm we did all we could, leaving only the largest furniture, like couches, and appliances, like the refrigerator (more about that later) and dryer behind to get when we got the truck that afternoon. Around 3 pm we ate - pizza from I heart NY pizza - and then had a break. JJ and I ran some errands and then returned to the old house to help move the rest of the furniture and appliances around 5:30. By about 7:30 pm we had finally filled the truck to the brim. Everything was on except for the washer, patio furniture, and some odds and ends from the garage. When we moved the refrigerator, the logical thing would have been to empty it out, put it on the dolly, put it on the truck. Howard decided that the quicker thing to do would be to move it as-is. Which we all found hilarious. Especially since we could hear things falling inside. At one point Howard opened the door, peered in, pulled out a carton of eggs, looked at them, went "They look fine!" put them back in the refrigerator, and away we continued on. At any rate, around 9:30 pm we left the new house, having gotten mostly everything inside. If you're counting it means we moved for nearly 12 hours. It was one of those moves where around 8 pm JJ and I took a short breather and remarked on how even though we were tired, we felt more blessed than anything else. Blessed because we could do that for someone. Blessed because it was something we both enjoyed doing and could do together. And blessed because after 11 hours of moving we didn't feel like killing anyone, including Dylan or Jessie and Jaylyn. Speaking of Jessie, she made the move ... well more interesting for me anyway. At the old house she wanted to help. To put this in perspective, Jessie is 2 going on 3. She's sturdy but not very big. She wanted to carry stuff, but generally would grab a bag or a box and then sit down and sigh, "Too heavy." So we would assign her to carry stuff like ... her doll carriage or a bag of diapers out to the car. On 2 or 3 instances we'd be going back inside and she would turn to me and go "Come on ... go upstairs now." And about 4 stairs in she'd lift her arms up and indicate she wanted to be carried "Up!" Howard noticed this and went "Oh great, Angela gets twice the work. Carry Jessie up, carry box down." No kidding. After 2 or 3 carry-Jessie-ups we stopped that. It wasn't that I minded and that Jessie wasn't adorable ... no, it was that I figured the extra 30 pounds of upstairs climbing would be needed later. One of the things that both JJ and I took away from this particular move is Howard's devotion. We don't know Kim and Howard all that well (although this is not to say that we'd be open to that) but we are good friends with Kim's sister, Michele. Howard was telling us that they were packing up and moving mostly because Jaylyn is old enough for school now and they wanted to move to Chapel Hill for the school system. Both JJ and I saw in Howard just pure love and sacrifice for his wife and daughters. He was moving, it seemed, not because he personally wanted to leave his house, but because it was what was best for his wife and children. We hope that down the road (like, 5 or 6 years down the road down the road) when we have children that we can do what Howard did this weekend. God blessed the Forrests and their marathon moving day. We were blessed because of it, too.

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