Sunday Funday

Dinner at Mom and Dad's house is always entertaining. We watched Roman take his first steps. What a special moment to have watched together.

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Bye Bye Blackberry

In an effort to save on monthly cell phone spending, Ardon and I switched carriers, from T-Mobile to Sprint. Along with a new carrier came our awesome new phones. We both got the EVO 4G 3D. I also downloaded the Blogspot app, so I'm just trying it out.

I feel like I've betrayed my Blackberry, which was so good to me. It's like switching from a MAC to a PC. It's a whole new world, and suddenly so fascinating.

The hardest part in switching phones is getting used to the touch screen. I miss typing at lightning speed on my Blackberry keyboard. I'm just going to have to play with my EVO more so I can practice. Aside from getting used to a touch screen, this phone is pretty amazing.

Out with the old and in with the new.

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I Reap What She Sews

Nobu's Boutique on Roy Street
My "fashion doctor's" office

I have made a new best friend! My tailor at Nobu's Boutique and Alterations!

It's no secret that I'm a short lady. My 4th and 5th grade students are as tall, if not taller, than me. When it comes to shopping (one of my favorite things to do), I can find sweatshirts, t-shirts, and sweaters that fit me pretty well. I can take them home and wear them right away. Dresses, blouses, and pants are a whole other story. In order for those garments to fit me and look somewhat normal, I need to hem, take in, and/or take up.

To find somebody to do that on a regular basis can be a difficult task. It really is kind of like finding the right doctor, dentist, or hair stylist. You have to find the one just right for you. After going to a few tailors around the city, I finally found the "fashion doctor" who is just right for me. I have been going to her for about 2 years now. I can take anything to her, no matter how complicated (and boy have I given her some really complicated pieces), and she will get the job done. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be able to wear a lot of my clothes properly.

I just picked up a pair of pants and dropped off 2 more dresses today, and when I walked in she smiled and was quite excited that I was there... Almost like I was taking my dresses to my own grandmother, except she's Korean.

Janitor?

Just last week, my parents gave me the set of keys to their condo. Since I live so close, it's really easy for me to check their mail and grab anything else that they want or need and bring it to them in Bothell. After adding their keys to my chain, I noticed how many freaking keys I have! It looked like my key chain belonged to my school janitor. Amazingly enough, just like my school janitor, I need and use every single key that is attached. Does one little lady really need all those keys? Apparently so! I tried to eliminate a some from the chain and leave them at home, but I couldn't do it because they're all necessary. Well, at least they're harder to misplace now.

Beats, Rhymes, and Life

Ardon and I and a couple of his friends went to the Metro today to watch Beats, Rhymes, and Life: A Tribe Called Quest Documentary. Initially, when Ardon extended the invitation to me, I really didn't know if I should go. I've heard of the group, but I don't listen to them. If I do, it's not on purpose. I maybe have heard their popular stuff on the radio, but I don't own any albums, I didn't know their names, I wouldn't go to watch a show, I just wasn't a fan. Not that I didn't like their music. I just didn't know much about them.

The movie turned me into a fan. Director Michael Rapaport does an amazing job of documenting the group's musical and personal journeys. It gave me good, profound insight into their music, their evolution, and them as people. Whether you're a fan or not, this is definitely worth seeing.

Vegas Day 3 of 3

We had to get up at 3am to be out of our room at 4 to check out and make it to the airport. Mario's flight was at 6:15 and mine was at 7. Our Vegas trip started and ended in the blink of an eye. Celine Dion with my best friend was a trip to remember.

Treasure Island, Las Vegas
July 20, 2010

Treasure Island, Las Vegas
July 20, 2011

Vegas Day 2 of 3

Because we had such a short stay, we had to squeeze tons of fun into one day. Sun, swimming, shopping, dim sum, and CELINE!

Since we're "old," and didn't go out the night before, we were able to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 7:30am just in time to be at the pool by its 8am opening. On our way to the pool we stopped to get coffee for a little boost like true Seattlites.


We laid out in the 108 degree heat and dipped in the pool for about 4 hours.


Mario decided to start his fun a little early. There's nothing better than a nice, cold margarita poolside at 10:30am.


By about 12:30, we went inside and got ready for the day. First stop: Fashion Show Mall to hit up the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. Yes, I gave in. It was actually really great. I knew what I wanted to get, and there were NO CROWDS! Quick and painless shopping!


Dida picked us up at Nordstrom and took us to dim sum where we met up with Auntie Babes too. A Vegas trip is never complete without seeing Dida.


After dim sum Dida dropped us off again at our hotel, where we took a quick nap before hitting the town to see our girl Celine! The show was at 7:30. We arrived at Caesar's Palace at about 6:45. Before going into the Colosseum, we stopped at the Celine Dion store where Mario bought a mug and I bought a T-shirt (that Ardon totally makes fun of me for). We knew we had to get something. This was a BIG night for us!


7:30 rolled around, and we were sitting at the edge of our seats. The curtains went up and Celine started singing, and we were in heaven! Call me crazy, but I cried for about the first 20 minutes of the show. I don't know why! I wasn't alone in tears, though, because the two middle-aged Southern women sitting next to me were crying too! We loved every second of it. The show was spectacular to say the least. We highly recommend it!

After the show we were hungry and exhausted. Our minds were telling us to go out and have fun, but our bodies were telling us otherwise. We went across the way to Serendipity 3, but saw that there was a lengthy wait, so we ended up going back to the hotel where we ordered room service instead.


By midnight we were down and out... because we had to wake up three hours later...