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Name: Princess
Country: Vatican City State
Birthday: 9/14/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Trying to beat the system by changing lanes during traffic, which never wks :( Social history: power! Art. Pop culture. Books. Make up. Great handbags. Phantom praying. Foreign films (I know, cheesy). What is commonly termed 80's musik, but is really late 80's + early 90's, esp. U2 (also Duran Duran, Cure, Depeche Mode & Deb Gibson). The old & young (so cute!). Ezra Pound & John Milton. Jogging @ nite on astroturf. Stretching. Pink blankie :) Missions. Education. Baking. Cleaning bathrooms and doing laundry. Interior design. Vogue. Garlic, onions, sesame oil, green tea, and men's cologne. Bible. Procrastination. Older editions o/famous bks.
Expertise: Being random, bossy, indecisive....ppl pleaser...lost while driving...listening + making sympathy noises...lacking common sense...avoiding the sun...worrying about things that never happen anyway...getting on a soap box when no one's listening...sinning...powdering my T-zone....dragging meself back to God when i've f---ed it all up...and crying! :)
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/2/2004
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| Hmm, I dunno whether or not anyone scans my xanga anymore b/c it's been so long since I updated...but either which way here is an update.
I am currently about 16 weeks along. Yes, I am pregnant. Commonly asked questions include the following: how are you feeling (much better, thanks, now that the majority of the morning sickness has subsided. apparently, the placenta or something has now taken over hormonal regulation, so now I am a little better and able to function somewhat normally as a human being but definitely still not at top speed), do you feel ready (yes and no, like most people say), was it planned (how rude! haha, yes, it was, but I thought it would take a few more months...we had to get moving b/c David is no spring chicken, yuh know...can't have him stoop shouldered and grizzled by the time his firstborn pops out...how is he going to have the little tyke ride on his shoulders?), and, lastly, do you want a boy or girl (on this I am adament--GIRL! but of course I'll be happy with a boy as well).
This last answer is KEY in my opinion. Why a girl? Aside from the obvious...they are cute, typically more docile (at a young age...till the hormones and hairspray kick in), and, c'mon, if I had to choose between buying sailor outfits or pretty, pretty princess sparkle dresses, which do you think I would prefer...I think it's important to have a FEMALE DOMINATED household. And this can only be accomplished if the mother has at least one daughter to aid her in this endeavor. Of course, it makes things all the easier if there are two daughters (three women) against one man (the lone father wolf), but I can't be choosy when it comes to these things. One will suffice.
Female dominated households are CRUCIAL b/c they are just in my opinion funner and better. Sure, there's more drama. More clothing being bought and "borrowed" (ergo, some of the drama). It's louder (b/c women can't stop talking, even to eat). And sometimes it can get really, really confusing with all the drama and ruckus going on. But that's exactly the point! Families with lots of women are just plain FUNNER. Not more fun than...they are FUNNER. There's more action and interaction. Activities get planned and done. We don't just sit around and watch TV and wait for paint to chip off the walls. We don't go through meals silently, simply stuffing food into our faces. In addition, people aren't as blunt or rude. They have something called MANNERS and TACT (so instead of just telling your family member off to their face, you plan ways of backstabbing them...much better!).
You may feel I was being way too general and broad in my depiction of male dominated households, but this is just my general perception from the outside looking in. I have closely observed quite a few male dominated households and this is my subjective opinion.
Knowing God and His at times exceedingly not so funny sense of humor...I'll end up having two boys. *sigh* At least then there's the chance of making one of them my Jacob/mamma's boy.
A question for any of you out there who got to the end of this rather long rant...boy or girl? Both? None at all? | | |
| Ahem, hello out there! It's been a while...a long, long while.
First, thanks to everyone who came out to the wedding and for your kindness + generosity. The requisite "thank you" glossy picture cards are forthcoming. Oh, and if your address has changed since the last time I sent you any mail (i.e. the wedding invite), please do let me know through either e-mailing, calling or just simply leaving a reply on this xanga page.
Gosh, the tone of my writing is so formal...all correct capitalization and punctuation. I think it's because it's been such a long, long time. It's like re-acquainting yourself with an old friend...initially you're all thank yous and yes ma'ams, but you eventually re-kindle that spark and go a mile a minute.
Out of common courtesy, everyone likes to ask "how is married life?" To this question I have many replies...it all depends of course upon who I am conversing with, the time of day, what mood I am in, how annoyed (or not) I am with him lately. But generally speaking here is my reply so that you don't have to ask, and you can begin to ask the questions that really count, you know, really interesting and unique ones like "how are you?" or "how is the weather?"
One, married life is cool. I get to see the husband man (I commonly refer to him as "hey you" b/c he has so many aliases, and even I think it's a little ridiculous to yell "honey" or "baby" across a crowded room) every day. At first, I thought this would be terribly stiffling and such, but really I think it's lots 'o' fun. He is quite jolly and likes to act like a twelve year-old (soometimes cool, sometimes not...but generally speaking more positive than negative). I also like being a high rise housewife. But, yea, gotta find a job soon.
I like the front desk ppl in the building. I hope they are my friends just for the sake of being friends. I would be a great heap of sadness if they were being friends just b/c they're paid to. And I am not being sarcastic! i'm just needy.
Two, married life can be challenging. But not in the way that you think...no newlywed fighting here yet. More just in the getting groceries to your doorstep when you live on the 8th floor kinda way. Yes, there's a nice elevator, but dude the walk is long from the elevator to our door step! And b/c I am a new housewife, I like to be fabulous when I go to do grocery shopping or go to Bed Bath and beyond for the 29th time...which means four inch heels, full makeup and a fun outfit. So yea...it's "hard" to balance all that and big packadges. Luckily, I have recently purchased a wonderful metal cart that I tote with me everywhere I go. It reminds me of my grandma :)
Third, married life is teaching me stuff. Good stuff. Like how to deal with being away from my family (the joys and challenges) in order to make a new one, cooking scallops juuust long enough so that they're cooked all the way through but still tender and not being so passive aggressive (the last one is hard, really hard).
Lastly, I like Chicago, but I MISS CALIFORNIA. sigh. I miss the food, the predictability (but not the UV rays) of the weather, and the people! sigh. Love you all!
It was fun when Ingrid came to visit...almost like old times...OK, not really, who am I kidding...I mean we had to spend so much time with other ppl + I am an old married woman now when in this city...I guess we'll have to be alone and in California to re-live those memories ;) | | |
| a long shot...but one i have to try. ahem.
was anyone out there a member of Intervarsity Christian Fellowship at UCLA? esp during the years of 2000-2004? or approximately around then? does anyone know of a girl named amy who was part of intervarsity during these years? she was asian, chinese american to be exact. a very sweet girl.
i would like to contact her and would greatly appreciate any leads. i figure the two degrees of separation amongst christian asian americans has got to count for something. | | |
| wedding planning seriously does tend to take over the brain. there's always something else to be decided. what further complicates matters is that i can't just say, oh, how cute, i like it, and go with it. ppl must be consulted (the groom, who is out-of-state, and my parents, who, unfortunately, are in-state :)
and try as i may to be economical (when am i not?), costs add up and u start throwing around figures that would have made u flinch a week ago. and then i ask myself, is this wrong? sinful, that this much time and money is going into something that arguably is nothing more than a vanity fair? geez ruiz, if i put this much effort into sharing the Gospel, i'd be very pauline indeed.
and who knew that picking wedding china could be so complicated? they all look the same...but DIFFERENT. i have a pattern picked out but find myself itching to switch. and, apparently, there's a difference b/w bone china and fine china. bone china is so strong you can put your body weight on it...yet transclucent enough to be see-through. funtimes.
lastly, vera wang's wedding items collection annoys me. i think she needs to stick to wedding gowns and couture. honestly, her stuff is not anymore elegant than anything else out there in an already clogged wedding oriented market. her wedding gowns made sense in the wake of princess diana-esque overly puffed and frilled wedding gowns...her couture is gorgeous, and everyone she sends out onto the red carpet always looks amazing. but her silver picture frames? wedding albums? candles? eh, not so much. | | |
| sometimes (often times), i wish i could be a lesbian...
it would make things SO much easier. guy-girl/man-woman relations are, at best, annoyingly stupid and silly at times. inane comments, hurtful words all abound.
most of the time, i'm just like, wow, that is so bad and wrong from a female perspective...i'm just not going to say anything. but then it builds...and builds...and BUILDS.
and then i feel like my insides are corroding...ugh...awww. at the same time, this inner turmoil and frustration must work both ways. he must feel the same way with me, right?
any suggestions to understanding the male psyche?
someone once told me that there are only 3 things a man needs: sex, food and beer.
unfortunately, that is the end of my man wisdom, so please feel free to enlighten me. specifically, how do you get a man to understand why something is hurtful to a woman...when it's not something that would hurt him (if directed towards him)? | | |
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