the only bad thing about the holidays is having to go back to work afterwards.
and maybe the 5 lbs i gained from eating constantly… but that might be a win too. so. good.
cliche religious statements really annoy me. if you say one to me, i immediately lose respect/interest in whatever you are saying because i assume you don’t really know what you’re saying. dig deeper, and figure out what it really means to you before you say things just because it’s ‘right’
You don’t know what it’s like, living in two worlds. The ducklings are always wanting to feel my fur and laughing at my big flat tail. The beaver kits call me “No-Teeth” and make cruel jokes about how I hatched from an egg. Baby animals can be so cruel. It takes all my willpower to stop myself from gouging them with my venomous ankle spurs.
But as the only platypus at my school, I have to remember that anything I do is going to be seen as representative of all platypi. It’s a lot of pressure for a kid like me. It’s gotten a little easier lately, though. Now I don’t have to stop dreaming about being President just because of my mixed heritage.
i had an amazing day. and better yet, i got to spend it with the most amazing people in the world. thank you to EVERYONE who came out. eric, adnan, jana, andrew, laura, andy, ada, sri, shahed, payam, christine, tony, varun, victor and michael. and a huge THANK YOU to my loves… stephanie, jessi and garrick… for planning the whole weekend. i don’t know who i would be without any of you. <3
i love my family. i think we’re a bunch of crazy kooks. out of the three siblings, oriana might be the most mature… which is sad considering she is 6 years younger than me – 8 years younger than oliver. we steal each other’s food from dinner plates. we poke each other until we collapse in giggles. we pinch our mom who will turn around and punch/kick you hard enough that you’ll regret it – and then she will laugh at you.
i have always had a soft spot for my father – i’m not sure what it is (other than the fact that he IS my father and i am almost obligated to have such feelings)… but it might be the extreme case of ‘daddy’s girl’ syndrome.
i think some of my best memories with my dad is when i was young. we owned several dollar tree type stores in california and my dad would have to deliver goods from one store to another in a medium-sized white truck that was always dirty. often times he would take my brother and i along for the ride during the nights, but sometimes it would just be me. it was like i was a grown up sitting beside my dad in such a tall vehicle. he taught me how to whistle. and he taught me how to blow a bubble from chewing gum. we’d stop at the same hole-in-the-wall chinese restaurant every time where he would order my favorite roast duck noodle soup. i still remember the taste, the smell, the layout and the green dishes. on the way back, we’d pass a movie theater where i would always beg to watch a movie. when he said no, i knew it meant no – but then when he’d say ‘i’ll think about it’ i’d squeal with delight because i knew that meant yes. once – i wanted to watch balto but he dragged me to see treasure island instead. a little girl can’t always have her way. but i’m glad for that now.
he has the most distinctive cough. i went to watch day after tomorrow when i was in college and i heard the cough. after the movie, i immediately called my dad and while i was waiting for him to pick up – sure enough – i saw his car leaving the movie theater. we would always joke that if we got separated or lost – he would just have to cough and we could find him.
he can draw. well. he wrote me a poem. he dedicated a song to me. he taught me how to cook his special blue crab and shared with me the ‘secret’ ingredients. he brought me to texas before any one else. he tells me his successes. confides in me his failures.
if there is one lesson that i have learned from God – it’s unconditional love. it’s not always easy or fun. it definitely brings heartache – sometimes more than joy. but i get it. and i love my dad. my family. unconditionally.
austin is always interesting when i go back to visit. this time around… g and his flag football team lost 0-3 (thus, they did not move on to the next round, but at least they were part of a good cause), got 4 hours of sleep and had a packed day of sister time and errands. got the free people shirt i’ve been wanting for awhile and therefore ruining stephanie’s surprise for me (sorry stephanie <3). got early presents from the mother, always a treat. sampled some delicious cheesecake cupcakes. purchased a cute dark chocolate purple high heel for the mother. ate some grilled goodness and hot pot. and the kicker – slept 13 hours.
i’m still pretty incoherent so i apologize for this post. and now i have to spend about $500 on my car. ugh.
and to the family… we left the dog leashes there. keep them safe (keep them secret…)