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Minor Update

So, my ipod touch with fun memories of my Belize trip is misplaced. Nothing tragic, it’s been swallowed up in my apartment, and I haven’t had a chance to look for it. I am posting pictures from the trip slowly on my photo blog thischannelalwayschanges.wordpress.com, so feel free to check those out.

I think it’s time for me to find something inane to post about.

Vacation By Numbers

Millions of Leaf Cutter Ants

Thousands of Glittering Eyed Spiders

350+ Photos

111 Visible Bug Bites

30 Minutes to the nearest town

9 Upcoming Blog posts on my adventure

7 Days in Belize

4 Very bumpy, scary flights

3 Scorpions

2 Days in Mexico

1 Kinda, Not so much minor panic over a pandemic

Happy Birthday Mom

I’ve never bought the adage that your parents can’t be your best n25904510_34518752_8175friends, because I’ve got two perfect examples to the contrary.

Today is my mom’s birthday and she’ll be coming to visit in about a week and a half and I’m very excited. Our family has an incredible bond with one another, and she’s always treated my sister and I as equals, and when we were disciplined when we were wrong she never made us feel inferior.

We’ve been able to share a nothing is off limits sense of humor, talk on the phone for hours about what TV shows we’re watching and gossip about life like the best of friends. We tease each other, head bang in the car to Bohemian Rhapsody and geek out to comic books and movies together.

Surprisingly enough she’s the one who introduced me to video games. I remember staying up late watching her play Mario Bros. and my sister and I teasing her about being greedy in the water levels trying to get every coin.

She’s the type of mom I’ll strive to be. I have living proof that what she did worked. I couldn’t of asked for a better mom. She is above all my best friend, a wonderful mother and an inspiration (Of course all of this could be said about my dad, but his birthday is still a few months away).

Not posting a picture, she’ll kill me. ; P

EDIT: Hahahaha. Found one!

Final Trip to Daiso or “I warm your ankle up by whole my body.”

All of my stuff in bags!

All of my stuff in bags!

Daiso in Bellis Fair closed permanently on Saturday last weekend, and it was quite the staggering loss for Aaron and I. So we coped with it the best way we could; spending three hours wandering around the store, picking up useful and not so useful items. Not to mention reading all of the wonderful Engrish stamped on nearly all of their products. I walked away with two ginormous bags full of stuff. After that we stopped off at  Target so I could buy a rice cooker. And this is what is looks like laid out on my floor. My apartment is slowly becoming an emporium of wonderful things. Once I’ve organized everything I’ll have to post a walkthough (I swear, it’s going to happen).

All of my stuff on the floor!

All of my stuff on the floor!

roll14-146Anyhoo, back to my glorious purchases. I took pictures of the things I’m super excited for. Namely, my super awesome can’t live without potato and onion bag! I mean come on, who needs ugly potatoes sitting out open in their  plastic bag, or better yet rotting away in some cabinet (trust me on this you do NOT want the latter to happen).  I can’t tell you how many potatoes have grown into a high school science fair lesson in biology and chemistry in my 2.5 years of being on my own. So I found that this bag was a must and I quickly bought it. Now all I need is some potatoes…or onions.

roll14-148Next up. Cute! Sponge! I bought one for my sister too. I also bought a sponge holder, because I need cute household products in order for me to have the slightest drive to keep my apartment orderly. Seriously, if you came in my apartment you wouldn’t know if a woman or man lived there besides alloftheunderwearlayingaroundonthefloor, what were we talking about? Right. roll14-149Cat towels. Got one right the stove. I haven’t decided if it’s just going to be decorative or for actual cleaning, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get a major spill, which should be, like, this week sometime.

I also bought three pairs of chopsitcks, one set  was a bright yellow like sunshine and came in a carrying case. They are my favorite and will be going with me everywhere I go.

And this. Oh you’ll get to know all about this real soon.

A Brief Moment of Seriousness…

I read an interesting article over at Gawker about race and this election. I find it funny to believe anyone would be offended by straightforward curiosity about something they didn’t know. As I’ve grown up in different environments I’ve had friends of different races ask me a myriad of questions about myself and about my ethnicity. Most questions used to start off with them not being able to make eye contact me or nervously seeking the correct way to phrase the question so they wouldn’t offend me. That’s when I would put the breaks on the question/conversation entirely and let my friends, acquaintances or hell anyone know this:

“If you are truly interested in knowing something about me, don’t worry about offending me AT ALL, just ask me the question.”

I could see the weight lifted most of the time, and most of the time it was a question about what my hair is like or if I sunburn and things like that. As much as it is more wishful thinking than anything I do wish that more people would be more straightforward. In the article they quoted a white woman married to a black man who still felt uncomfortable about asking racially sensitive questions:

“Even Mr. Rice’s wife, Becca Knox, 43, who is white, said that despite being married to a black man for six years, finding a comfortable way to talk about race with people of other races, particularly African-Americans, that is sensitive but not self-conscious, candid but not offensive, is still “a constant, constant struggle and process.”

If someone wants to genuinely seek answers to racially sensitive questions the best way is to be straightforward with it. I can’t believe a wife can’t ask her husband a sensitive question without struggle no matter the background. You can chalk, asking a “racially sensitive” question it up to ignorance, but you’ll be a more informed person by receiving an answer to your question and gaining knowledge on a subject you didn’t have before.

Even if you have to say nigger. You’re not calling me it, so don’t be afraid to say it.

[Blacks, Whites Finally Have Something to Talk About] Gawker.com

I’m already feeling it.

rubiks-cube-alarm-clockIt’s just going to be THAT type of year. It’s a good thing. I’m heading out of the country again AND I’m going to meet a slew of southern relatives I don’t know. At. All.

January –  Oregon

March – Belize!!!??

April – The parents are coming!

Late April/March – DC?

Summer – Memphis, Maggie’s baaaaaby, DC?, San Fransisco

Dec – Wisconsin

I might slide a trip to the Grand Canyon in May (if anyone is interested pipe up!)

Kind of sucks to simi-plan out the big things for the year. It feels like it’s already zipping along.

Whew!

I Skipped Out On the Last Tagged Post, So…

7 Quirky Things:

  1. I talk to the television, like attempt to have conversations with the characters (or scream at them). It’s fun to do especially making up dialogue for the characters.
  2. I’m terrified at public toilet seats that are up. I’m not sure if it’s rooted in childhood, but they still give me shivers.
  3. I drink dill pickle juice and olive juice, yum.
  4. I love technology (which is a complete understatement), but I mainly abhor communication via cell phone and e-mail. I try to avoid it if I can.
  5. I like band-aids, a lot. I’ll put them on when I don’t need them. Scars are cool, but I hate papercuts.
  6. Before I get on a plane I run the flight number though my head in a fake news broadcast about the plane crashing to see if it flows (if it doesn’t then I feel better). Morbid, I KNOW.
  7. I get deja vu a lot, weirdly enough it’s in situations I’ve never been in. I had it once when I made my first trip to Spain, strangely it was involving a black cat.

3 Things I love about myself:

  1. I love my friends and family who make up a good portion of who I am. And I love that I’m a twin.
  2. I love that I’m passionate about my hobbies (mainly video games and photography). : )
  3. The fact that I don’t act the way people expect I should.

If Cari, Poem, Aaron, Shannon or anyone else for that matter would like to contribute, imma tagging you.