Spaz Attack

Thoughts from a big spaz who has lots to spaz about.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Just came back from a play date with Christine and both boys are sleeping! Yay!! (Christine, sorry for making Brady play in the hot sun! Next time, you pick what we do!)

Yesterday, I got my bangs cut. For some reason, I think I look more like my mom. Bangs. Fun word, huh? Bangs- It's a good look for me actually. Not tyring to be vain here, but it does do some good in covering up my alien size forehead. When the hairstylist said to me in her Vietnamese accent, "You cut bangs. It look nice on you," my mind starts turning. I'm thinking, "Oh, so bangs would look nice on me, huh? You think I have a big foreheard too, huh?!!" Anyways, I don't think it does all that much as far as camouflage. It even highlights my forehead more. It's like a fat person who wears black all the time. It just looks like you're just trying to hide something. Oh, did you know whenever someone says I sort of, kind of look like a celebrity, it's ONLY because of their foreheads. Tyra Banks. Jenny Mccarthy. I know I don't look ANYTHING like them! Only their foreheads! Nice!

Gotta say a shout out to my cousin Stephanie who missed ONE question on her SATs! Can you imagine? A near perfect score! I knew girlfriend was smart, but I didn't know she was bordering genuis status! Stephanie, we are all so proud of you and can't wait to celebrate with you when you get back from Korea!

Lately, Tyler says his name is Thomas, Chase's names is Edward, Jason's name is Percy, my name is Emily. If you know what these names mean, you must have children. He absolutely loves trains! He has changed our names and other various family members names into train names! I wonder how long this will last.

This is kind of mean of me, but I will share with you. This morning, I was in the bathroom getting ready for church and Jason was watching the kids. Then Tyler was acting up and I could hear Chase crying, and for a split second, I was actually HAPPY they were being BAD for Jason. I thought, "Good. So you know that it's not so easy being home with them all day." Isn't that the meanest thing ever for a wife to think? And, since I'm confessing here: And other times, if Jason is watching them and I'm in the other room and the boys are being little angels, I'll think to myself, "Come on boys, why aren't you acting up? I need your daddy to know that it's not all fun and games around here when he's not around!" I am ashamed to say that I think these things! So mean, huh? Hey, I'm only human!

Congrats to Alice and Annie! I am so excited for you two!

Weddings. Babies. I think this year will be lots of fun!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Hello! Hello! Not much going on. Claudia and I took the kiddies to California Adventure again today. (We need to get our money's worth on our annual passes before summer black out days begin!) I think I totally overdid it and came home as sick as a dog. I was so weak and out of it that I couldn't even take the boys out of their carseats after we got home. We all just slept in our driveway for about thirty minutes. That is, until I puked all over the driveway and was forced to come inside and clean off bits of what looked like carrot out of my hair. (Didn't know I ate carrots...hmmm.) I practically had to talk myself out of calling my mom and crying for her to come over and take care of me.

Actually, after we got in the house, Tyler had the biggest and longest melt down to date. OH MY!! I was in no mood to entertain him or coax him out of his temper tantrum so he just went on and on for about an hour, crying and carrying on about wanting to go back to Disneyland! I just laid there on my bed in my camisole and underwear trying to stop my head form spinning. At some points, Tyler would tug on my underwear giving me major wedgie! If I hadn't been so sick, I would have thought this was funny.

Oh, if you haven't seen the Aladdin show at California Adventure, I totally recommend it. It is soooo good! I was thoroughly surprised and impressed. For some odd reason, Claudia and I couldn't stop laughing for the first ten minutes. I don't know. For some reason, seeing young kids prance around on stage, dancing and singing, brought back memories of wretched high school talent shows, musicals, etc. Also, it reminded me of Richard's acting in numerous plays throughout his high school years. Did you guys know that Rich is a thespian and was even a lead in a high school musical? I totally don't remember one thing about this play except that he was dressed in a toga for the whole thing and looked rather gay, singing and wearing make-up. I'm so proud of my little brother.

One thing that dawned on me today. How come every time I call Jason to ask him when he's coming home, the answer is ALWAYS the same? "In thirty minutes." I call him at California Adventure. "I'm leaving in thirty minutes." I call him on the 5. "I'm leaving in thirty minutes." I call him half dead on our driveway. "I'm leaving in thirty minutes." I call him with a wedgie. "I'm leaving in thirty minutes." What gives? I'm not good with math or times, but can that be possible?! Something just doesn't seem right.

Thank God I feel better. Cause when mommies get sick, it's just sad on the whole family. Homes don't get cleaned. Husbands eat take-out for dinner. Well, that's every night over here but at least I had an excuse tonight!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Guess who I saw at Disneyland this past week? David Beckham and Posh Spice, with their boys! I was so excited that I quickly took out my camera and started taking pictures. Well, I was standing in line and they were getting on the ride in front of us, so it's not like I was following them. (I'll try to post one soon.) Then, their two bodyguards told me to stop. As I was taking pictures, I was looking at the people around me so I could share in my excitement, but seriously, not one person seemed to care. No one even looked twice at them. I was even saying, "That's David Beckham" trying to stir some excitement around, but the only other person who cared was my dad!

Don't you think that's strange? Where were these people from? Another planet? Wouldn't you at least look twice at David Beckham?!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

My beautiful Jen is getting married! Congrats to Jen and Vinh!

Here she is with the boys.

Tyler tries to kick Jen.

Tyler, watch out! Jen doesn't care if you are younger... She will attack you back!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A couple of months back, I bought a large heart shaped cookie cutter. Why? Because I wanted to be that mom who cuts up sandwiches and pancakes into heart shapes. You know, the mom who leaves notes in lunchboxes and makes scrapbooks for each family vacation. (I sometimes wished for a mom like that when I opened my school lunchbox and only found kimbap instead of a note like my friend Audrey who seemed to get one every day.) I thought, "Tyler will know how much mommy loved him when he is old...because I took the time to cut out his sandwiches and pancakes." The first time I used my cookie cutter, Tyler was so excited to eat his heart shaped food and often requested it afterwards. I was so proud. I was becoming that mom.

Then, today, I had a change of heart. Right before we left for Tyler's school, he said, "Mommy, I want a peanut butter sandwich. A heart sandwich." Ok, easy enough. And then, as I was pushing the cutter down into the sandwich, I thought, "What a complete waste of food. Only in America would cutting food into cute shapes and throwing away the ends be considered cute." Ok, so it's just the crust and everyone hates the crust but it's still good food and it just gets thrown away.

Then, I started thinking about poor third world countries and how I'm lucky to be living in America and how I will only cut my children's food into a heart shape on special Valentine's and their birthdays, maybe- if their lucky.

I will teach my children to use what they have wisely. And, give what is remaining.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Since I had such a PMSy day, I think posting pics of Kristen will make me feel better. Isn't she a doll? (Kris, I hope you don't mind!)

Tyler has a lot of toys to play with, but he seriously spent the whole day playing with the salad spinner, putting different objects it in and watching it spin. When I see things like that, I wonder why we spend money on toys to begin with when kids are just as happy to play with every day objects. You know that saying "kids are more happy to play with the box that it came in?" Well, I find that to be true.

Our place is an utter mess today. I have PMS, which means that I am extra tired for no reason and can't muster any energy to pick up after all three of my boys (hubby included in count). I have a play date planned for this Thursday so I better get out of my funk tomorrow or Wednesday. Otherwise, the other moms won't ever come back to my house again and Tyler might never have any more friends.

A couple of weeks ago, I got together with a moms' group and we had an ice breaker where everyone was given a question to answer. My question was: If they made a movie about your life, what would it be about and who would play you? So I answered that my movie would be the most boring movie ever made because my life so far has been pretty uneventful. You know, graduated high school, went to college, graduated college, got a job, married, two kids... not a plot to any movie I would want to sit through! To the second question, I said that the most obvious choice to play the part of me would go to Angelina Jolie since we are similiar in stature and our chest size is about the same. This elicited much laughter and hurt my feelings a bit. ;) Anyways, I came home and thought about this for awhile and I realized that I totally answered wrong. If I had to write a movie about my life, it would be called "Reformed Drama Queen." It would be about a girl who thought the world would end with any insignificant thing- a little dent in the car, a missed phone call, whatever. And then, she would marry the most "akuda matada" husband on this planet and his ways would rubbed off on this girl. oh who would play me in this version? Margaret Cho comes to mind.

I've been thinking of writing in here every day. I think that would be cool. I love it when sites that I stalk update regularly. That way, I am sure to get my fix for the day. Possibly if I did this, I would have more readers. Oh, by the way, if you read this site, I have NO IDEA who you are, so keep reading. If I know that people visit, it makes me write more. If I didn't have a site meter and I had to go by the number of comments that I get, I would have sadly ended this site prematurely. Thanks to the handful who leave comments!

Tyler is sitting next to me and telling me to get off the computer. Today, I read him a book entitled Olivia's Missing Toy (I think) and in the middle of it, Tyler made me stop, while he had tears in his eyes and little sweat beads on his scalp (that I can see since he's hair is buzzed). Why you ask? Well, he got so scared by this silly little book and didn't want me to continue. I don't know what to make of this. It made me proud to know that I am a great storyteller and that I can still scare the daylights out of children by my array of scary voices, and also, I was baffled at how easily Tyler gets scared. He makes us fast forward "Percy's Scary Tale" when we watches Thomas DVD's because he says it is "too dark." When he gets scared he tells us that Chase will protect him! Chase!!! I'm like, "Tyler, Chase is still a BABY!" and he will say, "That's ok, mommy, Chase will protect me!" Hopefully, he will grow out of this.

Our highlight of our day? We had an earthquake drill at home. Yes, an earthquake drill. At home. I know. I know. What in heaven's name do I do with my kids all day long? haha. Well, I was reading a book about earthquakes to him and it dawned on me that if my goal while Tyler is at home with me is to teach him the way I would teach my kids at school, I should teach him what to do in case there is an actual earthquake, so I told him, "Tyler, always stay calm. Look for the sturdiest desk that is closest to you. Get away from all windows if possible. Cover yourself with a jacket or blanket, and then cover your neck with your hands." And then, Tyler, Chase, and I went under our dining table and pretended there was an earthquake...hahah. I can't believe that I'm actually writing this for all of you to make fun of later! Well, Tyler had a fun time and I think he learned something.....that's all that matters.

Oh, since y'all be making fun of me anyways, I will share something stupid that I said to Jason a couple of days back. He came home and was bombarding me with tons of questions. I had a tiring day so I yelled at him, "Dude, you just got home. Give me a moment to decompose." He looked at me and said, "Do you mean, decompress?" "WHATEVER!!! You know what I mean...leave me alone!" I yelled back!

So I can't believe that I'm sitting here blogging when I should be cleaning up the place. When the sun sets, it takes all my energy with me. I want to rest with the sun I say. Another one of my excuses? hmmm...Anyways, like I said, I'm totally PMSing so I called my sister and left this message: "Tell dad only to come over here in the morning if he will not say a thing about the mess because I am PMSing big time and I don't want to hear anything from dad. If you think that he will start to nag me, then tell him to come in the afternoon."

Anyways, so I think I wrote "PMS" in here once too many times, but I'll write it here again. You know what doesn't help PMS one itty bitty bit? Gorging on McDonalds. Because that hamburger, 4 pieces of chicken nuggets, apple pie, and orange soda that I had at 9:00 did not do me one bit of good!

Heaven help me. :)