& that's the way life goes

Another note about my dad…

Last Thursday…

At tae kwon do…

He kicked me…

…IN THE HEAD…

Not ONCE…

…But 3 TIMES…

(For those of you who don’t know, my dad is my Master Instructer and “is getting me ready for the next tournament” or so he says HAHA)

How could you say no?

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In other news my dad’s birthday dinner was expensive but delicious and entertaining.  Though we forgot to make reservations and had to wait 45 minutes before we were seated.  If you’ve never been to Benihana’s and there is one near you, go.  Yes it’s a little cheesy that they do tricks while they cook in front of you but it’s entertaining and the food is served to you as it’s cooked so there is time to relax in between so you don’t stuff yourself.  (well I still managed to overeat)  What was really interesting is that I actually talked to my dad about his birthday.

If you read this post, I mentioned that my mom used to joke that he didn’t even know his real birthday.  Apparently it might very well be possible.  On my dad’s US paperwork (he was born in the Phillippines in a house so there was no actual birth certificate), his birthdate is listed as September 28, 1950.  As a child he remembers celebrating on September 6th.  So ok not too big of a deal, only 22 days difference.  But what if the year is wrong?!  My dad’s sisters left the Phillippines to go live in Guam when my dad was younger than 10.  For some reason he says he didn’t want to go with them so he stayed behind.  A year or two later he changed his mind so his sisters petitioned for him to travel alone.  He believes they changed his birthdate for him to do so.  He thinks he may actually be a couple years younger.

Can you imagine not knowing your real birthdate?  To just accept that you may be younger than the paperwork and everyone actually says you are?  To me it’s craziness.  I don’t know if I could live with the unknown.  I want to find out for him.  I asked him if there was any way for him to research it.  He says no, and I guess after 50 years or so of not knowing you just kind of accept the fact.

Thoughts?

It’s no secret it hasn’t been a happy month.  Ugh 4 months if you really want to get into it.  And my stack of patience isn’t really big to begin with.  I think I’ve used my last one, grinding my teeth and biting back a slew of angry words.  Here are a couple gems where I just sucked it up and swallowed a bitchy response:

“I had a bad day, I don’t give a shit about what you’re telling me about your work”

“Thanks to you I left my atm card in the machine while I was talking to you”

Yeah…I hope I wasn’t like this after my mom died.  And if I was, I’m sorry.

In the words of Carrie Underwood, “The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog.”

I dream in color…I dream vividly…I dream like I’m watching tv only I’m living it.

Weird much?

Sometimes this vividness is quite awesome.  Other times not so much.  Sometimes I dream of people I know (which can be weird).  Sometimes I dream of celebrities and athletes.

Last night I dreamt of Roger Federer, you know my tennis boyfriend.  I had a job working PR and was working the US Open in New York.  My friend and I were both there running around doing our jobs and I got to meet Federer.  I was very excited and we totally made out (haha) but then I felt bad because he has a girlfriend and they’ve been together a long time and she used to play tennis professionally.  Yes all these details were in my dream.  He gave me tickets to sit in the lower bowl (is that what you’d call it?) of Ashe Stadium.

I wonder where these ideas surface.  What kind of dreams do you have?

Thanks for all your supportive comments on my last post.  They definitely brighten my day.  I’m so lucky that you are so wonderful.

Last night C and I had a decent conversation.  I thought it cleared some things up.  Maybe I’m too hopeful.  Because 24 hours later I still feel helpless about the situation.

Anyhow…

This weekend should be filled with errands and obligations.  Woo!  I have a wedding reception tomorrow night and then I’m taking my dad to dinner on Sunday for his birthday.  He’s going to be 58.  My mom used to joke that that probably wasn’t even his real birthday and that he was born in a rice paddy so they are just guessing.  It was said out of love

I hope yours is fabulouso!!!

xoxo

Wow you guys yesterday was a record for my blog stats!  I actually passed a 100 views!  115 to be exact!  That is awesome!

I’m creating an email group so I can email out the passwords to my blogs.  It’s not that I don’t want to share them with you, there are some posts I’d like not to share with the whole wide world/internet.  If you’d like to be on my blogger email group let me know.  If you don’t, but find a password protected post in the future you’d like to read, email me and I’ll give you the password.

Bottom Line:

–I hate wanting someone to call and I know they won’t.

–I hate being in limbo.  I want to be upset and move on.

–I hate letting other people control the way I feel.

–I hate obsessing and whining (I’m surprisingly good at it though)

–I hate thinking about the memories that make me feel warm and fuzzy when I’m down like this because it makes me feel worse.

It’s never quite simple, it’s never that safe
it never seems perfect until it’s too late
It’s never the right time to find a new way

There’s an answer in the sound of a train
there is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There’s a lifetime through the fog, in the rain
there’s a beauty in walking away

~Marie Digby, Beauty in walking away

I have a serious affection for chihuahuas now so I found this one adorable