Happy 2010!

For the holidays, I decided I wanted to take a break from everything: work, chores, diet, cycling, and any sense of responsibility. Complete nothingness. And when I set my brain on determination, I get results: a body that's shaped more like a burrito and a goal to looks less like a burrito for the new year.

My holiday with the family was nice as always. Lots of musicless dancing and loud laughter. We ate plenty of good food and made jokes that only we would understand.

For NYE, my friends and I met in Santa Barbara where we stayed a huge house in the Santa Barbara mountains. We had our very own living room American Idol, games, and plenty of pajama time.

New Years Day, we all took a jaunt to Solvang to enjoy wine tasting and sweets and clogs. The day after, Mike and I went with bike pals, Dedrick and Jocelyn, on a lycra-clad ride through Santa Ynez passed cows and mini horses. Satisfied, we ate at the Los Olivos Cafe (a new favorite!) and then just chatted over coffee at the Corner House coffeeshop.

And now, here I am in my living room, basking in the memory of my uselessness as I keep up with emails and attempt to have brilliant ideas. I'm looking forward to the new year not really to bring something spectacular in my life (like say a flying car! i'm dealing with this disappointment currently), but to really let me align all the unaccomplished goals (like drinking more water!) from last year into a more linear pattern and eat them like i would a burrito.

Conversations with my Mother

During her brief visit to Southern California, I was able to tour her around my beachside neighborhood inbetween her classes at CalTech.

Conversation topics included:
- The nature of conformity
- How science can, indeed, be a waste of time
- Her new adventure excursion idea: Hunting wild boar in Tanzania, then cooking it. "A safari cookout! It's doable!"

oh, mother...

Happy Belated Birthday Kristen

Oh my cousin, Kristen, and I truly are related. The same nerf dart dilemma happened for her ... except she used 2 automatic tommy dart guns and has a fondness for bat wings.


For Uncle Les and Auntie Risa

Happy Birthday, Popsey!

It's my funny father's 52nd today! May the walls of my parents house rock with love and loud guitar! (My dad plays the guitar...just FYI)

Marisa

And a home video of my Christmas in the Bay Area ...

OK, so it's not an actual home video from Christmas, but actually the overture to Jesus Christ Superstar. Close enough.

Christmas in the Bay Area/Sacramento was lovely. It was cold enough to wear everything in my suitcase at once, but it was worth it.

While times are hard, my family decided to be a little more innovative with their gift giving. For instance, Auntie Beth stitched up some amazing stuffed dolls from old sweaters and blankets. Tita Mynna and Dawn treated the family to sushi. Auntie Des and Brice managed to challenge the entire family to a walk-off. My mother, though, probably wins the award for strangest presents given this Christmas.

Some of her notable gifts:
• "potato battery" for my Uncle Les - My uncle has a knack for gadgets and manages to have latest and coolest toys before anyone else. As a joke, his wife/my aunt suggested that what he needed was electricity. To which my mom responded confidently, "I can make that!" And packed a potato (on which I drew his face) and a couple copper wires creating a working potato battery.

• Polveron and Food For the Gods for Auntie Des and Auntie Risa - Favorite Filipino snacks packed to perfection by my dad.

• Doily for my Auntie Beth - My mother told my aunt, "For you, I'm going to make a doily!" Doubtful, yet nicely, my aunt replied "Really?". My mother actually made one.

• Beibi Brews Beer for Uncle Brice - When asked what he liked, Uncle Brice answered, "I like beer". So my mom said, "I can make that." And on Christmas, Uncle Brice unwrapped 3 bottles of Blue Moon re-labeled by my mother. The sharpie and masking tape labels read "Beibi Brews" (Beibi = her nickname) and taped them all over the bottle.

• "Super Titi" and Jello Shots for Uncle Monch - Who knew that there were Shrimp chip snacks called Super Titi? My mother apparently. She only bought these because "Titi" was in the name. To those who aren't familiar with Filipino slang, "titi" refers to a penis. Well to go further with this elaborate filthy joke present, her jello shots were made in her easter egg jello molds. So when anyone looked at the present, my mother helpfully reminded, "SEE, THEY'RE EGGS!" to make the ultimate phallic experience.

So afterwards we make hot chocolate and churros (from scratch-- we wouldn't have it any other way!) shaped like sperm and crucifixes (for Grandma). Played with Kristen's batwings, nerf guns and r/c tarantula (Yes, that was from us) Watched more Mamma Mia Sing A Long and Jesus Christ Superstar. (My father proudly reminds me that he was a priest in his high school production of the rock opera. This is evident in his memorization of EVERY LYRIC) Gotta love my family! (The only people reading this...)

Happy Birthday, Mom!

My mom with her pet basil plant, Basilio.

How was Thanksgiving, Anne?

My mother (as mentioned in a previous post) hosted this year's Thanksgiving. She hurdled up about 40 of our closest relatives into our home despite the fact that we owned maybe 10 chairs altogether.In true Filipino tradition, everyone brought something to consume. From mashed potatoes and salad to bibinka (a dessert made with coconut milk) and lengua (beef tongue), our Thanksgiving meal spanned continents. The food probably took up about 3 normal length dining room tables.

Uncle Ed, an old white uncle, managed to bring Balut. Surely from the outside it appears to be a normal egg. However, once the eggshell is cracked, your dinner is revealed: an "almost" baby chick. This, to me, has always been the most horrifying of Filipino cuisine. It's difficult for me even to be in the same room with someone eating it. So leave it to my mother to torment our "non-Filipino" relatives and loved ones and force them to eat it. (Yes, we are a very diverse family) My mother's method of psychological hazing almost appears to be a "welcome" to the family or just a joke at their expense. I'm still not quite sure. Loud laughter from our doors could be heard blocks away.

After I had caught up with my relatives, some of us explored the world of Rockband. (My father would like to add the disclaimer that Rockband is NOT a performance art and that he has the REAL thing in his office.) Yes even my grandma played the guitar to Ballroom Blitz. Or was it Gimme Shelter? I can't remember.

Overall, an exhausting and rewarding holiday. Typically unorthodox, just like my unbelievably cool family. Maybe you'll be invited next year.

Countdown to Cousin Day

My cousins, Marisa, Christian, and I have made our own post Thanksgiving ritual- COUSIN DAY! On this day, our like minds work together to cause havoc all over the Bay Area. This year, we're thinking of getting something brought to us. Like a moon bounce or bouncy boxing! Any suggestions are welcome!

My Mother's Thanksgiving

This year, my mother has decided on hosting Thanksgiving. Her hyper-organization is just reflective of her excitement for the upcoming American feeding frenzy. Note: Thanksgiving is not celebrated in the Philippines, where my family is from. This is their interpretation.

Here was this morning's email:

Mi Familia,

Please see the attached spreadsheet, items which we recommend. You will notice that there are many non-food items. You are free to substitute any of the items. Dawn has the first choice for dessert. Phil, I think you will have to coordinate with the parents of minor children with regards to entertainment. Also, we need drivers for carpooling (save the environment) - you will get preferred parking and Mama's lengua.


Call me at XXX-XXX-XXXX or XXX-XXX-XXXX for special needs.


Shelagh asked what is the meaning of life? The answer is on page 42.



Beibi

Here is the aforementioned spreadsheet: (Note option 22: Outdoor heaters/fireplace)

Basilio and Bob Dylan

After my beloved cat, Ming Ming died, my parents were left with an emptier home. No more black furry blob to take your seat. No more black furry blob to make you pet her. No more black furry blob to hiss at you when you invaded her airspace (which was pretty much 2 ft away from her in any direction). How do you ask would we be able to fill this void? My parents came up with Basilio, their beloved basil plant.

Yes, they have people babysit and move it to the sunniest spots of our home. He's a spoiled plant. Recently, my parents have decided that he needs a friend. So they are getting a dill plant and are naming it Bob Dylan. My parents birth puns like no one's business. And their household is once again filled with organic happiness.