Dude. Rooster Sauce is Old School.

I saw this on yahoo today. Really--are you joking? This has been around for AGES and AGES and AGES. It's like this writer knows no Asian person and just found this amazing sauce.

Writings In The Sand

Tony mentioned today that I have been a little too bitter and cynical on my posts of late--which actually doesn't reflect my mood. I have been loving life. I feel like the last year has been really blessing, just giving me a job I love, being able to do something meaningful with my life through My Refuge House, and then of course being able to share it all with someone I love.

I just came back from Philippines (I went right after Tony proposed to me). It was amazing to see the many ways he was able to show me he cared and missed me. He went to the beach with church one Sunday and sent me these:

S said it was like this little boy determined to accomplished his task. He was just in his little corner of the beach while the rest of the church friends were hanging out and doing their thing.

Sometimes it's the simple things that make you love life. Today we went to the beach to just sit and relax and it reminded me of this. Some of our best moments have been at the beach :)

ALS/AAS Anonymous

I suffer from ALS (average looker syndrome) characterized by:

Decent looking enough to serve as wingwomen, and guys talk to us to get to the Pretty Person, but not pretty enough for the free drinks.
People like being around us, due to our ALS (average looker status) we honed satisfactory social skills, and learned to compensate. However, it didn't come easily.
Oftentimes serves as bridesmaid to not overshadow the bride, but still make the pictures look lovely.
We are the ones comforting the PPS (Pretty People Syndrome) people who have broken a nail, after 15 hour days and taking care of everyone else.
We worked hard to get where we are, however due to our perceived "free ride" and "good jobs" we just end up spending it on the PPS people.

That's me in a nutshell. Sometimes this syndrome can be mistaken for borderline AAS (Above Average Syndrome). They are often interchangeable unless you have concurrent BHS (big head syndrome) and have developed PPPS (Pseudo Pretty Person Syndrome).

Bad Timing

I consistently have the worst luck with earthquakes. The last biggish So-Cal earthquake we had last year I was in the ladies restroom inside the break room at work. The rest of my co-workers were waiting outside for me to go out to eat. During my "stay" in the restroom it was a rocky ride. When I got out everyone in the break room looked at me and asked "were you on the toilet during that???" Yes. Yes I was. Then they laughed.

This time at 8:45pm I was actually in the shower. Tony and I just ran around mile-square and he was downstairs while I was showering. I ran out commando into my bedroom freakin' soapy and wet. Yes. Yes I was.

Those pesky earthquakes.