The ABCs of Talda

I know this meme might be a little old but I’m hoping this will kickstart my writing more consistently. Besides, I’m sure you’ve all been wondering about these things anyway. You know you have. Maybe.

Okay, probably not. Whatever.

A. Age: 29 for the next 4 months. Gonna live it up!

B. Bed size: Twin. Yes, I’m 29 and I’m still sleeping in a twin daybed. I sleep by myself and I really don’t need that much room.

C. Chore you hate: Taking out the trash. And cleaning. I don’t really like to clean so I try to keep things clean so I don’t have to clean them. I prevent-a-clean.

D. Dogs: I’d love one if I knew I would be a good dog owner.

E. Essential start to your day: Prayer and then checking Twitter and my email

F. Favorite color: green

G. Gold or silver: silver

H. Height: 5’4″

I. Instruments: I played the clarinet and the piano for a year. Don’t remember too much of either. I failed at being an Asian kid

J. Job title: Personal Assistant and Chief Officer of Awesomeness

K. Kids: Hahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Ha. None yet

L. Live: Northern California

M. Mom’s name: Mom

N. Nicknames: Bean, Talda Bear

O. Overnight hospital stays: One as a baby when I was facing losing a toe [I ended up keeping the toe. True story]. Only other time I stayed overnight wasn’t as a patient. I slept over when my dad had his heart transplant. Worst sleep ever. Hospital waiting room floors are not comfortable.

P. Pet peeve: Late people or starting things late. It’s the Army in me.

Q. Quote from a movie: Now he’s kissing her on the lips! She’s a ho! My dad’s be captured by a ho!

R. Right or left handed: Right

S. Siblings: 2 sisters. That makes me the middle child. I’m starting to make a lot more sense huh?

T. Time you wake up: Between 7:30 and 8ish

U. Underwear: Yes. I wear it everyday

V. Vegetables you dislike: Cauliflower? I don’t know. I just prefer not to eat veggies. Not because I don’t like them, just because I prefer other stuff

W. What makes you run late: Underestimating my time

X. X-Rays you’ve had: Teeth, chest

Y. Yummy food you make: Open-faced beef wellington (thank you Cook’s Country for making me look fabulous!)

Z. Zoo- favorite animal: Penguins!

Dear blog,

I miss you. Really I do. At the moment, I’m doing battle with my term paper [well, not actually right this VERY moment, since I’m obviously using you to distract from that hot piece of mess]. You know the one I should have started a month ago but didn’t? No, not that one. No, not that one either. The other one. No…okay, okay. I do this A LOT.

But I’m going into the last week of school [FOREVER!] and things should start to settle down a bit soon. Just hang in there. I’ll be back soon. I promise.

No, this time I’m for real. Okay, so you’ve heard it all before. Just be happy I come back at all.

Wait, I didn’t mean it like that.

La-La-huh?

Last month I finally had a chance to head down south to visit Lindsey in Los Angeles. It was a quick weekend jaunt [one of the many perks of living in Cali. Day trips down south for the win!] but definitely fun, if not with it’s own set of issues.

So my mom took advantage of my trip to use me as her personal UPS. So for a weekend trip I brought a suitcase to check. Yes people, I would be down south for just less than 48 hours and I checked luggage. What could I possibly be bringing with me?

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Of that entire suitcase, all the things that I would be using for the weekend fit in that flap part on the left. I figured the TSA folks would have a good laugh at the girl who packed a couple changes of clothes and a suitcase FULL OF FOOD. And what’s that? Is that some frozen soup?! WHY YES, YES IT IS!

Because my mother doesn’t send halfhearted care packages. Oh no.

Anywho,the flight was quick and uneventful and I didn’t even have to wait that long for my bag [score!]. If only my rental car shuttle had cooperated with me. Sigh. I don’t know how long I had to wait but I saw multiple shuttles for every single rental car company except for Budget. Figures. We were waiting for so long that we actually CHEERED when the Budget shuttle finally appeared. The only problem was since we had to wait for so long, the shuttle ended up being packed so it was a fun race to get off the shuttle and into the rental office first.  I managed to be the third or fourth one in which wasn’t too bad. If only the clerk helping me didn’t creep me out so much. Here I am trying to watch the Angels/Red Sox game and he’s trying to make some flirty chit-chat and I was not having none of that. And then, when I had to give him my number for the system, he stared at me as he typed it in. I guess I was supposed to be impressed with his typing skills? Fail.

I shelled out the extra cash for a GPS unit and I’m glad I did. I wrote down Lindsey’s address wrong so if I had gotten paper directions, I would have been hard press to figure out where to go from where I was at. I was glad all I had to do was reenter the address and he would recalculate the distance and lead me on my way. Oh, so let me introduce you to my weekend friend: Thomas Dolby Garmin the Third. You can call him Thomas Dolby for short.

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After wandering around aimlessly, I finally arrived at Lindsey’s apartment, probably about an hour or so later than I should have after all was said and done. But hey, I made it. I almost want to buy a Thomas Dolby for my own but I am fairly familiar with my current location. Maybe if I move I’ll invest in the miracle device. Though they’re really only good until you know where you’re going.

Next up: the rest of the weekend. Highlights include: Bubba and chicken, zombies, roller coasters and cupcakes. Of course there’d be cupcakes!

No sir, I do not have a point

I have a blog [duh].

I also have a twitter account [perchance you have seen it?].

Plus I’m on Facebook [ah ha! No link love on this one].

I “cross-promote” my blog and twitter accounts yet my Facebook remains all alone. There’s no mention of either my blog or my twitter accounts on there.

It’s not like I’m ashamed of my blog. Hardly. I mean, the most salacious thing I’ve written about was maybe my very tame trip to Vegas. Or maybe it was how I ate cupcakes for breakfast.

It certainly wasn’t the one thing that was banned from public discussion. Because I never wrote about that. Whew that was a fun party, by the way.

Anywho, as I was maybe not saying, it’s not like I’m scared of people finding my blog. It is public after all. And you know, it’s kind of also linked to my flickr account so what is my deal anyway? It can’t be because I don’t like the idea of people who know me reading what I have to say. What sense does that make when I put my thoughts out here for the whole Internet and it’s mama to see? And that my friends all know about it already. Exactly.

The only thing I can really attach it to is that my real name is attached to Facebook. It’s not like I’m afraid of my real name getting out there [because it has been revealed plenty of times before] but I guess I like the fact that those two worlds are separate. Though if you searched hard enough, you can still find your way to this site.
On a side note, maybe I should disable that other site. I don’t reference it as much as I used to. Plus it’s a pain and a half to go back and search through it. I’ll have to seriously consider that but I think I already have my answer.

Am I scared of employers finding the site? No. I don’t discuss work [at least not in the direct sense] or even how I feel about it, so there’s not a worry there. Not in that regard at least. Besides, I don’t want the general public knowing where I call my office. That’s just not safe. Or smart. It’s not smarfe.

Sorry once again. I digress.

I guess I wrote this whole thing out to say, I really don’t know what it is I’m doing.

But did you really need an entire blog post to figure that out? I thought not.