Memorial BBQ Time

What can you say in mixed company? Had my "annual" BBQ for Memorial weekend. Guests included my local knittster sisters and the AKA (Adult Korean Adoptees) group. Then there were the ghost busters...

It was worth my exhaustion and limited time for getting ready...this was the opportunity to initate my new shed "storage annex" built by my handyman Tracy Bridger.








"Group Therapy"

Swinging, knitting and eating.


Heather and Chad


AKA Group


Ann and Kenny


....and Leslie




Good times to welcome in Summer!

Mother's Day Visit

On Mother's day I managed to drive from Detriot metro (stayed the weekend :P) to Chicago to meet my cousin Tom and his family. This is the first time I am meeting these people since it has been 30 years since I hung out with Tom. It was as though 30 years wasn't between us. We reflected on the teenage stuff we did e.g. getting drunk at my oldest brother's wedding at 14 years old. Good times when there are open bottles of wine on all the tables. I had my appendix out 3 weeks before that and I was part of the wedding party. If I couldn't dance, I wanted to have a good time - that was the first time I got drunk. We also reminisced about when I visited their family parties and all the family dynamics that went with the scenes. I found out that my second cousin Alexa who is 15 is truly a terrific figure skater and going into sectional/regional championships. Aliva teaches ballet at the same rink that Alexa skates at daily and their oldest brother Derek is a star employee/supervisor at UPS. Tina, Toms' wife is a blast to talk with - very open and nuts just like me ;) Haveing two big meals out with them gave me a stomache ache but it was worth the trouble!



Tina, Tom, Alivia, Alexa, (big blob!) and Derek



Car scene - Tina, Alexa and Alivia



Boys of summer - Tom and Derek

Flashback of Events

Ok...I have to catch you guys up on places and faces I have seen in the last couple months.

Since I am deployed in the Detroit metro area, I visited the Henry Ford museum on April 14, 2007 . where they have the presidential Lincoln Continental that Kennedy was shot in. The hard top is on it here in the display.





Then I peruse through the museum and come across the chair that Lincoln was assinated in while in the Ford museum - 142 years ago. Note the blood stains in the upholstery of the chair. Such irony, Lincoln dead in the Ford Theatre; Kennedy dies in a Lincoln and this is both in a Ford musuem.

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Definately Affected by the Moon

It's official! I am now very centered and happy with myself this week since I feel like I have accomplished something positive at my current project. Friday I blew a gasket when I realized that coming home to only work long and intense hours didn't give me the feeling that I was "home". It's simply a turnstyle building where I exchange clothes, pay bills and get my handyman set up for additional work (paying him more $$). However every month I seem to have a small bout of insomnia - blame it on the moon.

Meanwhile I long for having another pet to come home to. Here's something interesting! Before I left Sunday morning to the Oxnard airport I woke up with pieces of toilet paper trailed in my bedroom doorway. One piece seemd to be smooched together and a couple of small pieces balled up like in a trail of bread crumbs. Now I know that I am not that sloppy to trail TP around my house! I think my cat Opal who died in my house is still there. This was something she would do to get my attention when she was a kitten. A month ago one of my purses fell off a shelf in a room that I was not in at all. I heard something fall and saw that my purse was upside down on the floor. A camera strap on a shelf above was still swinging from the movement since it had to pass through it falling. That wasn't me either! This was another kinetic action that Opal used to do when she was a kitten to get my attention. If anyone can explain this, I am open for anything.

My routine is to shut this computer down at a certain evening hour no matter how many email message are outstanding in my inbox. Too bad world! I do have a life and I need to break no matter if I live in this hotel or not. At least someone cleans after me :)

Memoirs of a Road Warrior!

Creative Therapy

For those you are still reading my blog here...I am posting photos of a baby blanket that I knitted for my friend Camille. This is what I sent express mail to her cousin who just recently had a baby.

Knitting seems to help me stay focused and avoids me from thinking of what next to eat. :)

Here is my daily inspiration trying it out

Dream of Running

The other night I had one of those dreams where I was with people I know in real life. This usually means that something is going on with them yet it's funny how I recognize two people in my dream this time and they are both Asian adoptees like myself! It's finally coming to me that I am facing my hidden issues that I kept burrying all these years I suppose.

I dreamed I was walking into some Casino house where several poker tables were in games with lots of men. I walked in with Joe Thompson and Jan Lyon (haven't been in touch with these guys for a while either) when my cell phone rang and somebody on the other line was chatting about nonsense then all of a sudden screamed "RUN! NOW!" It startled me to where I dropped the phone, the voice still chatting loud enough as I ran away. I turned around and noticed Jan was looking at me in a weird way as though I was crazy as I am running away. As I ran out of this building, I almost ran into men with guns as they were coming into the building to raid the place. I realized they were the authority busting the place but I was getting out in time. My adoptee 'friends' were still in the building but I didin't seem to be interested or concerned of what the fate is for them since they didn't follow me out. I didn't say anything to them, just ran. The voice on the phone gave me to cue that there was no time to explain, just run. Even after running out, I kept running in the street as though I was trying to really be in the clear of something.

My dream book states that dreaming of running by yourself indicates that I will outstrip my friends in the race for wealth and occupy a higher place in social life. Telephone in dreams means jealousy and rivalry but will overcome all evil influences. Sounds like I was being selfish in my dream by not caring what happens to others around me. Funny how dreams and reality can somehow be symbolic. I realize that I am going through a time where I need to take care of myself and no others. Sorry folks - I miss you all in this world but my sense of humor is on hold temporarily. Perhaps working long hours doesn't help matters.