I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH!

Second Day at Second Cup

Seriously, I may as well live here.

I had a butter pecan latte today. I should stick to caramel correttos.
I think I'm getting a sugar headache from the butter pecan.

For dinner, I decided to get a chicken caesar pita from Pita Pit again. It just makes sense since it's right next door and easy to bring back here to eat.

Pita Pit is about one million times better than Pita Factory.
Take the Chicken Caesar Pita as an example--

At Pita Factory, the pitas are coarse and dry, they give you iceberg lettuce with very little dressing, grilled chicken, and bacon bits *shudder*.

A Pita Pit-- the pitas are just the right thickness and texture, they give you good lettuce with adequate dressing (not drenching but enough that it coats all the lettuce), grilled chicken, and actual bacon strips grilled right in front of you.

Plus you can add extra toppings... i can't remember if you can or not for Pita Factory.

It would be better if I could put this in the form of a chart.

Orrrrr.... I should possibly stop since my brain is clearly fried.

Sweet Escape

Mmm, I do still enjoy my alone time.

Three things that contribute to good quality time with yourself:
- Coffee. (in this case, an Iced Caramel Corretto & and Chai Latte from Second Cup)
- Music you like (winning songs for the day-- John Mayer : Say, Natasha Bedingfield : Pocketful of Sunshine, Augustana : Sweet and Low, No Doubt : Spiderwebs)
- Free wireless

Morality Police with Short Term Memory Loss

Ahhhh, pet peeves.

Chris might be delighted-- I have a rant coming on.

Where do people get off having expectations when they're unwilling to dish anything out?

I have no problem with people ranting and pissing and moaning to me about things. Absolutely none. I think let people get it out, and then I try my best to acknowledge and affirm them. Because that's what people need when they're upset or annoyed about things!

What BUGS me is when you take that same person who spewed out godknowswhat to me last week expecting me to have their back on all issues, and no sooner do the tables turn and YOU have some venting to do and they go all Morality Police on you!

Suddenly their issues that you supported them on fully even though it may have been "this person talks to me too much about Hedley" isn't overreacting and mean. But your thoughts on "this person barely said goodbye to me and was really dry" are!

Where's the double standard coming from? And what's up with re-inventing conversations/situations to suit your own purposes? Or rubbing things in my face for no other purpose than to make me feel like crap?

Seriously. If you think you're so much better than me, then just don't bother talking to me! I have far better things to do.

I heart VBC!

Mortification at its finest

This week is our church's annual Vacation Bible Camp. It's always a really great time with adorable and energetic kids and something I look forward to every year.

This year, kind of by accident, I somehow became a part of the drama team.
I can not act. But the kids can't tell good acting from bad, really. And dressing up as a princess is kind of my calling in life.

After the skit was over this morning, I race downstairs to change out of my shimmery blue gown and wash off the makeup. The handicap bathroom seemed like the best option because of its privacy and adequate space. I guess I was in a really big hurry and didn't shut the door properly because (as my luck and timing would have it) as soon as I had the gown off and was in nothing but my underwear, the door swings wide open and a ten year old boy bursts in.

I scream. Loudly.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! PLEASSSEEEE CLOSE THE DOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He shuts it and I lock it immediately, leaning back against it, hovering in my own private mortification for a few moments before going back to changing into regular clothes. Then, mustering up as much dignity as possible, I open the bathroom door and stride out.

The boy's group is sitting nearby having their snack and as I walk past, he peeks his head out at me and smiles the most adorable cheeky smile that I just can't help but laugh a bit despite myself!

(Later, I apologized for not locking the door properly and for screaming at him! But he was quite gracious about it really. Nothing was mentioned and his friends didn't seem to know about it and he didn't act all weird around me. So I'm lucky I guess, but I'm pretty sure I'm still scarred for life. )

The perfect night comes with your back cool against the pebbly driveway, hood and hands behind your head, singing quietly at the sky.

A star shoots.

(I saw two.)

I've been very... 'extro' lately (haha thanks jenni).

It's weird, really. It's like I'll want to hang out with people and do things all the time.

I hadn't really noticed until yesterday I said something like "really, I'm an introvert with extrovert skills! really i don't want to be around people all the time!"

Which is true! But then I felt kind of foolish, because lately, I really have wanted to be around people all the time.

People who haven't known me for a long time won't remember my hermit term. They won't remember weeks where I just wanted to stay at home and not talk to anyone. I worry that I'll get annoying... I'm annoying myself and I didn't realize it until last night.

I guess this happens when I don't want to face things within myself. Alone time gives you too much time to think. Time to pressure yourself to 'figure things out'. And maybe right now I'd rather just laugh and eat and not worry.

Love is sweet.

It's not that the other weddings I've been to haven't been absolutely beautiful and enjoyable, but there was something else about Bernice and Andrew's wedding that shone just a bit brighter. Maybe its the fact that I was close with both the bride and groom which rarely happens. It may have been because I saw the beginnings of their 'interest' in each other and then watched that grow gradually into this full fledged LOVE over the years. Or maybe its because I was closely involved with wedding thoughts, wedding plans, wedding rants-- it was just a joy to see it pull together into this glowing day.

Whatever it was, Bee and Andrew's wedding was full of this happy love. Love between the two of them, love between families, love between friends.

And love is sweet.

Mrs. and Mr. Tsoi

Table 13 baby! lol

*aside: it must be mentioned that we did have the best wedding table in the place (well, besides the head table of course ;) )