November Almanac
Before I forget, here’s November’s Chinese Almanac.
If you’re new and have no clue what I am taking about, see here. (You’re supposed to say that like an old Asian lady would, like in Joy Luck Club.)



Before I forget, here’s November’s Chinese Almanac.
If you’re new and have no clue what I am taking about, see here. (You’re supposed to say that like an old Asian lady would, like in Joy Luck Club.)
Last week my younger sister told me she was pregnant. My younger sister, the baby, the one that we still take care of. And, this was an oops. She’s not married and she’s just getting her life back together after breaking up with her lying, cheating asshole of a boyfriend. Luckily, it’s not the asshole ex that is the father, it’s her new boyfriend of about 8 months. I was really taken aback when she told me. At that point, they hadn’t decided what to do. So when she told me that they had decided they were having it and they are going to get married, I was actually surprised that I really felt like she made a good decision. She hasn’t told my parents yet (that’s going to be interesting), because they want to get past the first trimester and then tell my parents they are getting married and then drop the baby news. My parents will be ecstatic. They have been bugging us about grandkids for years.
And I am tripping out at myself, because I am truly excited about this. I think my sister will be a great mom and I know I am going to be the coolest auntie on the planet. I can’t wait to find out if it’s going to be a girl or a boy. I’m hoping for a boy (I’m so backwards Asian sometimes). But I am sure if it’s a girl, I’ll still be the doting auntie, just don’t expect me to buy her anything pink. Unless of course, it’s Hello Kitty stuff. Then all bets are off.
We get them everyone once in awhile - those chain emails that tell you something bad is going to happen if you don’t do them. So I got one today and I’m not going to send it back out. Instead, I’ll post it here (edited for brevity) and figure that I’ve met the requirements. Here we go…
Whatever you do, don’t cheat!
1st. Get Pen and Paper
2nd. When choosing names, make sure they are real people that you know. Go with your first instincts. Very important for good results.
3rd. Don’t read ahead otherwise you will ruin the fun.
1. On a blank sheet of paper, Write the numbers 1 through 11 in a column on the left.
2. Besides the numbers 1 & 2, write down any 2 numbers you want.
3. Besides the numbers 3 & 7, write down the names of two members of the opposite sex.
4. Write anyone’s names (like friends or family) next to 4, 5, & 6.
5. Write down four song titles in 8, 9, 10, & 11
6. Finally, Make a Wish
Dude. These cramps are kicking my ass. And I’m not a wussy girl at all. So I think I deserve some M&M’s. Because if the M&M’s and this 800 mg ibuprofen doesn’t kick in soon, these guys I work with are going to be very afraid.
This is super cool. We have all seen those lovely signs in front of churches with little witticisms and what have you.
Well, now you can make your own at right here.
Here’s mine:
I love jewelry. It’s something I picked up from my mother. She’s one of those Asian women with a ring on every finger and ten gazillion bangle bracelets. And she has enough jewelry to constantly change the combinations. I’m talking about whole jewelry boxes of different stuff. She has a box of just rubies (because it’s her birthstone), a box of white gold and diamonds, a box of pearls, a box of green jade, another for lavender jade… you get the picture. And she totally encourages my love of jewelry. We bond over it. Whenever she gets something new, she makes me come over and shows me what she is going to wear it with. I love going over to see what she has, usually because it means she is going to give me something.
Anyways....so one of the things that is happening with all this weight loss is that my fingers are getting smaller. Who knew I had fat on my fingers? I used to wear a 5 carat pear shaped white topaz on my left ring finger. My favorite ring because it was the first one I ever bought for myself. Well this favorite ring of mine is too big for that finger. I am wearing it on my right ring finger and it’s almost too big for that one, too. I’ll get it sized eventually, but I don’t really want to do that until I’m at goal. In the past, I have heard comments about this ring being an engagement ring but never really thought much of it. When you wear a ring on that finger that isn’t a traditional engagement ring, I assume people get that it’s just a ring and you wear it there and that’s it.
I had a great time last night. Travis wanted to go have a drink before we went to the Courtney Love show, so I picked him up and we went to the Lamp for Red Headed Sluts and a cocktail. We also caught the end of the BoSox/Red Bird game. Nice win for the BoSox. We finally motivated to leave and found an awesome parking space downtown (a block away from the venue, what are the odds?) and strolled in for the show. When we got there, Icarus Line were already playing, so we were all geeked up to see the Suicide Girls. Travis and I both wanted to see some areolas that weren’t mine. But no, apparently, the proper permits were not secured beforehand, so we got none. Damn.
So Courtney came on pretty early. And I really didn’t think Travis was going to last for the whole set. But he did. And she was surprisingly good. Really. Her band (The Chelseas) totally rawked. I was really waiting for the train wreck to happen, but it never did.
A couple of funny things. Courtney was smoking a cigarette pretty much all through the show. She was also drinking copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Sucks to be sober.) And then she had a music stand with the lyrics to her songs. She actually forgot the lyrics to one song and couldn’t find them on the music stand, so she dragged a fan on stage and let her sing it. And that chick totally rawked the house. Very cool. I like Courtney’s pop side, so my favorites from the night were “Malibu” and the very cool encore of a cover of “House of the Rising Sun” and “Celebrity Skin”.




