Waste not, want not

I must have been about 5 years old when I threw a fit at the grocery store for chocolate ice cream. My mother firmly told me no. We had ice cream at home, and she was not going to buy any more ice cream until it was finished.

I was determined to get my way. When my mother wasn’t looking, I dragged a kitchen chair over to the refrigerator so I could reach the freezer door on top. I pulled out the ice cream. It was strawberry ice cream. It was a half-gallon box. It was almost full. I ate the ice cream. All of it. In one sitting.

Waste not the strawberry ice cream; never ever want it again.


Sorry doesn’t have to be the hardest word

him: What did you apologize for? You didn’t do anything wrong.
me: Because I hurt her feelings, and for that, I am truly sorry.

If you can’t apologize for what happened, can you find it in your heart to acknowledge the pain, frustration, fear, anxiety that was created with a simple apology?


Ketchup … hold the mayo

Another year gone by, now it has been eight since you left this world. I miss you, Mommy.

My life is more stable now. I haven’t moved out of state in almost a year. That’s one major life stressor resolved.

I lost a very dear friend in December. She died unexpectedly. I blew her off the last time she wanted to chat because I didn’t feel like gossiping. I wish I hadn’t done that. She always gave me my space. She’d slap me upside the head, too, when I needed it. She was a rock for me the last time my world imploded. I never told her how much that meant to me. She was a huge part of the support network that got me through the past two years. You would like her, Mommy. She would answer my cooking questions for me. She only made fun of me the time that I made meatloaf with mayonnaise because I didn’t have any eggs. I miss my friend, too.

I’m doing okay without medications. I still wonder what’s the point of doing anything, and I get anxious over little things, but I keep busy and make a little progress each day. My diet is much better now, and I’m taking multivitamins again. You made me take Geritol when I was in high school. That’s probably why I’m in fairly good health today. It probably helped me get through my depressive episode in high school, too. All those B vitamins are supposed to be good for stress.

I’m in a good place now, Mommy. Hope I don’t blow it all to bits.


Why my hair is so long

What I tell myself:
I can’t afford to pay for a haircut right now

What I tell others:
Long hair makes me look younger

What I fear:
Hearing the stylist ask me,”Would you like a color with your cut today?”


Too young to dye

I’ve complained before about how the only hair that seems to shed from my head are the dark ones, not the stray gray ones that have begun showing up. The gray ones I have to pluck myself. That bit of vanity I still have.

Well, today it finally happened. Ran my fingers through my hair this morning and out came a long white hair in my hand.

I swear that I am NOT going to grow old gracefully. But I’m only 43 years old. I’m too young to dye now.


My source

Recently I received an email from an old friend who told me that he admired my strength. I want to tell you where my strength comes from. People who know me personally will be surprised.

My father has held a strong influence in my life, but my strength comes from my mother.

My mother was born in China. In her late teens, she emigrated to the United States to be with her father. Her mother did not want to leave China, and never did. My mother never saw her mother again.

My parents met in Stockton, California. I don’t think the courtship was very long. They married in Reno, Nevada in 1951. That somehow set a precedent I guess because there has never been a real church wedding in my family. Everybody married in Reno. Well, everybody in the family who ever got married.

Before my dad became a naturalized citizen of the United States, he was reported to INS as an illegal alien and had to go to Canada for a brief period, leaving my mom with two little girls to care for. She handled all the legal proceedings in the States, with English being her second language. My mother was never very comfortable speaking English. She always spoke in Chinese to me.

She got flak from her friends about sending me to medical school. Education is wasted on a daughter. And why can’t Eva find a husband? She mentioned this to me only once, and it was in passing. She never gave me grief for chasing my dreams.

Thank you, Mommy, for being behind me, even though I couldn’t see it. I will be home soon, and I will visit your grave. I love you.


6 random things about me

I’ve been tagged for a meme by ariadneK, Ph.D.

The rules of the “6 Random Things About Me Meme”:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself. (See below)
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. (See further below…)
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Is there anything that I write about myself here that is NOT random? Hmmmm.

6 Random Things About Me

  1. I got orthodontic braces when I was 18. Really attractive to the college guys, let me tell ya.
  2. Coffee calms me.
  3. I have freckles on my left arm that, if connected, form a perfectly straight line between my wrist and elbow.
  4. Barbie never lived in my toy box.
  5. Meatloaf is my specialty.
  6. Crochet is my crafting hobby of choice.

Now, I tag Sunny Suggs, Isabella Vreeken, Adonya Wong, Ash, emcogNEATO!, and SistersTalk. Have fun!


Let live

I read negative comments about this blog last week. First time that has happened for me.

It should have cut me to the quick. It should have ripped my heart to shreds. But I didn’t feel any such pain. My initial instinct was to ask why. Then I thought better of it.

I began blogging to share my experiences. I didn’t want others who may be in similar situations to feel alone. Being in a public forum, people who read this blog are going to form opinions. They have a right to do so. I don’t need to know why. Everyone has their own experiences to draw from. Not everyone, thank goodness, will go through life as I am right now.

I’ve always said, “Live and let live.” Now I know that I actually mean it.


I feel old

I just learned that George Michael is on tour celebrating 25 years in the biz.

I was in high school when he was singing with Andrew Ridgely in Wham!

I am old.

Take me back in time maybe I can forget
Turn a different corner and we never would have met

A Different Corner Lyrics


Another Blogthing

For the ladies: Are you an alpha female?

You Have Many Alpha Tendencies

You’re not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to – and like to – get your way.
You’re forceful without being intimidating. You’re confident without being vain. A perfect mix.
Are You an Alpha Female?