Category: love

Friday 7 Quick Takes (vol 35)


1.

My Shabby Apple Dress Giveaway ended last night. I was feeling nice and added a few entries for those who did not follow the rules and make new comments per entry, which explains why the numbers from the comments are not perfectly aligned with the Excel cell numbers. I ran the drawing using the Excel cell numbers.

Funnily enough, Abby of Dirt on the Rocks would have won regardless of which numbering system I used. Abby, I will be emailing you shortly!


2.


On Monday, Alan and I paid a visit to our dear friends, Selina and Ryan and their brand new baby. On our way to her house a friendly dog came up to Alan and made friends.


3.


Austin Food Bloggers Alliance is having a launch party next Tuesday. I’m excited to finally meet the other food bloggers eating up my town. Some of these folks I’ve been tweeting at for a year now! We’re overdue for some meetings. If you’re just now tuning in, I also have a food blog here: http://girleatsworld.curious-notions.net.


4.


Last night I had the privilege to see a free screening of Meaning of Tea and also hear the director, Scott Chamberlin Hoyt, talk about his lyrical documentary. I wasn’t expecting to love a documentary about tea. Truth be told, I thought I might even find it boring! Wow was I wrong; I walked away loving it. Aptly named, the movie captures the essence of tea and celebrates not only tea but the ceremony and ritual of tea. I took Brandi as my date and she said she found herself moved to tears a few times! Lucky for you it’s available to buy on Amazon (affiliate link above.) I haven’t checked Netflix though.

I managed to find a small clip of the movie to share, uploaded by one of the musical composers for the film. The film’s soundtrack was beautiful!

Documentary website: http://www.themeaningoftea.com/


5.


I started a new journal yesterday. The new journal was a gift from my friend, Naz and it kind of matches my comforter.

Love the feel of a fresh new journal. The feeling is akin to the hopeful stirrings of new years, new school semesters, new homes, and birthdays. Can’t wait to fill these pretty pages up.


6.

Jumping off of No. 4., another reason why I loved going to that intimate documentary screening, was that the director was so very much in love with tea. The people there were so very much in love with tea. The people he interviewed in his film, were so very in love with tea. It is so inspiring to be surrounded by passionate people. Zen Habits said it best in this blog post. Read it. Also, a snippet to entice you:

The gathering itself was simple: six people, simple healthy food, a little wine, a little tea, nothing else. Except that we lost ourselves in conversation so deeply that before we knew it, it was 1:30 a.m. and I was shocked at how quickly the time had passed.

The secret is also simple: when you talk with people who are passionate about what they’re doing, passionate about life and the people they love, it is transformative.


7.

This week’s moments of bliss: ♥ laying down for “5 minutes” and waking up 2 hours later ♥ 2:30 am trips to diners on week nights ♥ eating Dairy Queen steak fingers in the car with Brandi before free movie screening ♥ being pleasantly surprised by a documentary about tea ♥ surprise cupcake ♥ private hugs and kisses in staircases


Question: Who is the most passionate person you know?

Book Review: Husbands and Wives Club: A Year in the Life of a Couples Therapy Group


When I browsed the reviews on Husbands and Wives Club (Amazon affiliate link), I felt a little protective when I read the criticism. Namely, it was too technical and detached and had too much theory and highlights of therapy methods. “Too much psychobabble, not enough narrative,” I think I read somewhere on Goodreads.com. The author is a journalist following a marriage therapy group for a year and documenting the observations and supporting her real observations with theories. It is not a memoir nor it is it a novel. If I came in expecting a novel, I would be disappointed too. Though Abraham was privy to very intimate marital details of the five couples she observed in therapy, it is still just a small window. The book entices the voyeur in you but does not satisfy it. Her role is that of an observer and an occasional active participant, the scope of her experience is limited.

I read this book as it was intended. A piece of nonfiction questioning and exploring the benefits and value of group therapy through the lens of a journalist (not a psychologist), who was granted a seat for a year in a therapy group consisting of five couples. The way psychology is presented in this book fascinates me. Pages of theory are interlaced with the very real problems experienced by five couples ranging from sexual dysfunction, homosexuality, complacency, childhood traumas, and infertility. I very much enjoyed the layman’s perspective. I can sense the author’s curiosity and the due diligence she practiced as an observer and researcher.

I recommend this book if you think you would enjoy a hybrid of nonfiction and fiction. It’s a light dose of technical writing and a light dose of narrative. Per usual, some excerpts I pulled out while reading can be found below.


Excerpts

We didn’t joke [her problem] away, we didn’t tell stories to get away from it. We allowed the moment to happen. Now it’s not magical, and she’s not going to leave here and her marriage will be fantastic. But this is what intimacy is – it’s allowing the truth between people to happen, in a way that’s helpful rather than terrifying.

Clem is exhibiting the stickiness of the negative emotional and behavioral loops marital researchers have observed. Or, in the words of therapist Michael Miller, who’s never seen the inside of a lab: “Much of the unchanging character of distrubed, anxiety-ridden intimacy comes from the reduced perceptions each person has of t he other. At the beginning, these projections, as psychologists call them, tend to result in overly idealized images of each other; later intimate partners are likely to take a paranoid reading of the other’s motives and dwell on the worst episodes in their history together, which exacerbates their freezing each other into negative snapshots.”

“Many jobs – like many marriages – don’t consistently provide the “wows,” she says, “but they do provide the whys and wherefores: I’m doing this for a reason, my children know I’, doing this for a reason.” For the existentialist psychologist, the cultivation of meaning is the foundation for living. “you’re all struggling with some individual preference that can be hard to mesh with being married. And there needs to be a way for you to feel you’re not giving yourself up by remaining in the relationship.”

“Anger can be your friend…” “Anger lets you know when something is not correct,” Marie tells Michael. “It’s your body’s way of saying things are not right,” Coche piles on. Feelings, including anger, are harmless in and of themselves; it’s disconnected from your negative feelings as you have, anger is in charge of you. It disconnects you from yourself; it puts a smile on your face. It leads you to do things that aren’t good for your wife.”


Question: What are some of your preconceived notions about group therapy?

Three Year Anniversary

Yesterday was Alan’s and my three year anniversary and he sent me flowers to my workplace.

Then, he treated me a 10 course meal (not counting a couple of courses gifted from the restaurant) at my favorite sushi restaurant. The night before I took him to a new restaurant downtown that is up and coming. It was actually for an event that got canceled and I never got the memo, so the bar manager spoiled us rotten to make up for it. We were amazed at their generosity. I was going to do a more reflective post honoring our anniversary and what I’ve learned from our relationship but with a slew of out of town friends in town for SXSW, it will have to wait til next time.

In the meantime, the poor lilies in the arrangement looked really cramped. Worried that they wouldn’t have room to bloom, I pulled these little guys out and made a sweet little secondary bouquet. Not that I need any more hobbies, but flower arranging looks like a fun skill to acquire.


Happy Weekend to you! How are you spending it?

“P.S. If you get fat, no one will love you.”

This week was kind of hard for me. My bestie was having a hard week and when she hurts, I hurt. My best dudie friend left for his hometown of NYC after a too short couple of days. My boyfriend’s sleep cycle has been completely opposite of mine with no overlap. He too is having a hard week, and when he hurts, I hurt. For the first time in my life, I kind of want to skip Valentine’s day. Normally I’d have wrapped gifts by now to send out to my gals around the country and something for my parents, but I still don’t have anything and I’m babysitting tonight. The joke about me is that you know something is seriously wrong, if I, Food Fanatic, skip a meal. Well something’s gotta be terribly wrong if I, Obnoxious Valentine’s Day Cheerleader, want to skip Valentine’s.

So, last night, these thoughts and bad moodifers were pulling me down when I grasped onto the idea of making chocolate chip cookies from scratch. I had all the ingredients sitting around, including Ghirardelli’s chocolate chips. Great quality chocolate chips! Off I went, measuring ingredients and cracking eggs and being completely present in the glory of making cookies. I felt at peace. Things were going to be okay. I was about to have my favorite, chocolate chip cookies. I got my hand mixer and turned it on, within seconds, it. died. on. me. It’s 20 something degrees outside and I really didn’t want to leave my toasty apartment but, these cookies had now become the holy grail of fixing piss poor moods. Grudgingly, I sent my best dudie friend who happened to be online, a bitchy rant. “I NEED COOKIES. MY MIXER BROKE. I’M NOW GOING TO PUT ON EIGHT LAYERS OF CLOTHING SO I CAN GO OUTSIDE IN TWENTY DEGREE WEATHER TO BUY A NEW MIXER. BYE.”

I made the dreaded trek. While parking at the grocery store, Boyfriend called and we got into an argument! He caught me at such a grouchy time. I snarled at him. Why do we do that? Snap at those we miss? My need for homemade cookies was all consuming now. I bought my mixer and went home.

Determined, I resumed cookie making. I didn’t feel completely defeated, just defeated enough to be pathetically crying into the cookie dough. I mixed the dough, dolloped two dozen sizable morsels of dough on my pans, stuck the pans in oven, and waited the instructed 10 minutes.

10 minutes later they came out burnt.

Burnt.

I went to bed.

After screaming.

The screaming maybe didn’t help.

This morning, feeling deflated and defeated, I updated best dudie friend’s facebook wall. “Cookies came out burnt. :(”

Less than an hour later I get a phone call while at work from a beloved and famed Austin cookie delivery bakery telling me they’re in the hallway outside my office with a package.

2 dozen cookies ranging from my beloved chocolate chip, to butter scotch, snickerdoodles, and oatmeal chocolate in a happy birthday box, 2 containers of ice cold milk, and happy birthday balloon.

The card contained a postscript: “P.S. If you get fat, no one will love you.”

I know who gave me the cookies.

A postscript of my own: My birthday is in July.

31 Lessons in Love

I’ve been dating for about 10 years now. The scope of my experience is limited to 5.5 boyfriends, 8 first kisses, 11 first dates, and countless crushes. My longest relationships lasted 4 years, 7 months, and currently soon to be 3 years. Meaning collectively, I haven’t been single long. So yes, my dating experience is very much limited but even still, in the last ten years I’ve learned a lot both on my own and by observing the experiences of others. Here’s what I’ve gathered:


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31 Lessons in Love

  1. First dates are fun even if they go badly. I saw them as mini adventures in the life is like a box of chocolates kind of way.
  2. First loves are tricky. Many mistakes will be made. Learn to forgive yourself for whatever those mistakes may be.
  3. Once someone cheats, they may do it again, and again.
  4. Once someone lies, they may do it again, and again, and again.
  5. First love breakups are extremely difficult and the pain may seem never-ending.
  6. Pain is never forever. There’s a lot of toughening up that happens when you experience long bouts of emotional pain.
  7. Keep your own friends.
  8. Have mutual friends.
  9. Keep your own interests and life.
  10. Most times, people are who they are. There’s no changing them. You should never expect people to change to suit you.
  11. Optimism does more for your relationship than pessimism.
  12. Date nights are key.
  13. Empathizing with your partner during an argument before pushing your own needs actually helps your needs get met much faster.
  14. It’s good to vent when you’re upset. Be mindful of whom you’re venting to and also if they understand that they are not getting the entire story.
  15. Play time is key.
  16. Privacy is important. See lesson 14.
  17. Your partner is not a mind-reader. Do not expect him or her to know what’s bothering you if you’re not willing to let go the pride and honestly communicate what it is that bothers you.
  18. Avoid the words “always” and “never” when fighting.
  19. Avoid yelling, throwing things, cursing, and violence when fighting.
  20. When arguments escalate to yelling, throwing things or cursing, stop and take a break. If one or both of you cannot calm down, walk away.
  21. If it escalates to violence, it’s time to love yourself more and leave, leave, leave.
  22. Listen.
  23. Touch.
  24. Trust.
  25. It is extremely difficult to be friends after a breakup. Give each other time and space to heal and adjust to every day life without each other.
  26. Keep in mind your family and friends will be slower to forgive than you are for your partner’s offenses.
  27. Grand gestures are nice and all but do not lose sight of the small and kind things your partner does.
  28. Everyone will have opinions about your relationship. Try to let your heart and your mind do most of the influencing of your actions.
  29. No one is perfect. Prioritize what you look for in a partner. Sure she doesn’t enjoy football, but is she loving, caring, trustworthy, and loves your dog? Sure he doesn’t initiate new adventures but is he loving, caring, trustworthy, and enjoys GOING with you on these adventures?
  30. Pick your battles. Let some things go. If you’re lucky, you’ll have a life time to fight. Pace it out.
  31. We’re all going to be okay.


Question: What can you add to this list?

This post was also included in the Pas de Deux contributions on Ophelia’s Webb.

2011 Resolutions


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Personal Finance

  • Reach $2,000 in my Vietnam fund. As of 1/1/2011, the balance is $580.48.
  • Max out my Roth IRA. I haven’t contributed to this account in two years!
  • Make $3,000 extra income outside my full-time job. I don’t know how but this sounds like a fun project.


Leisure

  • Complete 10 sewing tasks. I’m completed my first tiny project. It was sewing on a button! I know, elementary, but I needed to start somewhere.
  • Publish three food blogs a week. I’m starting next week. For every week that I’m off, I will up the Vietnam fund goal by ten dollars.
  • Try out 10 Vietnamese recipes. I’ve never cooked anything that was of my own culture.
  • Try 10 slow cook recipes.
  • Visit two new states.
  • Have a new experience once a week. This is my 6th ongoing year!
  • Visit best friend in Boston.
  • Take a trip with Alan.
  • Leave the country.
  • Read 40 books.


Relationships and Well-being

  • Drink 24 oz of water every day.
  • Have an active date with a friend twice a month.
  • Donate to every sponsorship for charity my friends take part in.
  • Start a shared gratitude journal with my little from Big Brothers & Big Sisters of America.
  • Run a 5K for charity.


Question: What’s one fun thing you’re going to do in 2011?

2010 in Review

It’s that time of year again! I share with you my personal recap of 2010. This year was much better than 2009 (which was much worse than my 2008). It was a year of recovery and regaining balance. I feel very fondly of 2010 but I’m ready to embrace 2011. Bring it!

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January 2010


Celebrating New Year’s Eve

February 2010

Progressive Meal in Houston

March 2010


Crawfish Boil

April 2009


May 2010


The back of Conan

June 2010

If a June night could talk,
it would probably boast
it invented romance.
– Bern Williams

I touched Anthony Bourdain's tricep.

July 2010


Jon and Me at my Birthday Dinner

August 2010


Aishah’s 27th Birthday

September 2010


Me & Joe Rogan

October 2010

  • I planned and organized a regional conference for work.
  • My dude turned 26! We celebrated for over a week.
  • Tried my first absinthe.
  • My half sister whom I haven’t seen in over ten years found me on Facebook.
  • Dressed up as a cop for Halloween.
  • Auditioned for a travel reality TV show after receiving an email from a casting director. I took Neville as possible partner and he totally outshone me.
  • A close friend’s brother died unexpectedly. Being with her has been a top priority whenever I’m in Houston. I’ve grown deeper in love for and with her.
  • Tried out Breakfast Klub, a culinary highlight in 2010.

November 2010


Brittany & Me at Race for the Cure

December 2010

  • Participated in Reverb10.
  • Road trip to Oklahoma! Why Oklahoma? To cross off another state.
  • Attended annual Christmas Party for Big Brothers and Big Sisters of America with my little and her cousin. This is our third year in attendance!
  • Had hot pot on Christmas day twice. Lunch with Mary Ellen and her mom and her brother, and dinner with my own family. I did exactly this last year for Christmas!
  • Tomorrow’s plan is to party on a rooftop downtown in celebration of a new and fresh year. A stretch Hummer may have been rented.


Annual Christmas Party with my Little

That was my year! I’m happy to have shared it with you and have your support, comments, and readership. It means an awful lot to me. Thank you!


Question: What are five highlights from your 2010?

A Modest Memory I Want to Keep


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Last night, sometime after 2 am, I woke up at Alan’s on my side of the bed, which just happens to be against the wall. The lights were on, my glasses still on my face, and my new Kindle rested on my chest. I never have my glasses on me; I just happen to have them this week because of a sexy case of pink eye. Also, the Kindle is a new thing. I tell you this because I always read before bed but at Alan’s, it’s sans corrective lens and with paperbacks. Normally, I would just push the book aside and conk out.

So there I laid, feeling quite sleepy and groggy, and the bedside table on his side of the bed seemed so far away. Just as I was trying to gather up the energy to place my glasses and Kindle far from harm’s way, I heard Alan stirring in the living room.

“Alan?”

“… Linda? You called me?”

“Uh huh.”

He peeked in and I was trying to mentally formulate my ridiculous request. Seriously, what kind of bratty favor is that to ask? Can you please take my glasses and book pleaseeeee? Luckily, he somehow knew and saved me the shame.

“You want me to grab your glasses and Kindle?”

“Yesssss.”

Dude gingerly plucked the glasses off my face and grabbed my reader. He then whispered good night, turned off the lights, and closed the door.

The last thing I remember is smiling in awe and appreciation.

This was such a tiny moment.

So tiny that I felt the need to document it for safekeeping.

Question: What was the last seemingly mundane memory you’ve had that you want to keep?

What I’ve Let Go in 2010

I’ve signed up for #Reverb10, a project where bloggers are sent a daily prompt in December aimed towards nurturing a reflection of 2010 and positive manifestations for 2011. Curious and want to join? Click on the badge below.

December 5: Let go

What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why? (Author: Alice Bradley)

I had a lot of experiences where people declared up and down they care for me and love me. Sometimes their declarations would be grand. Tears would be shed, long letters written, or family members recruited as middlemen. Yet when I actually needed them they turned their backs on me. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I also sometimes craved verbal reassurance to pacify my insecurities. I wanted to hear words that conveyed love and loyalty. I don’t know what finally clicked but I realized in both cases, I was putting too much emphasis on what was being said and not enough on what was being done. By letting go my preoccupation with words, I was able to shed superficial relationships (and it felt so good) and feel very loved by those who showed up. To quote Shakespeare, “Action is eloquence.”


Question: What or whom do you want to let go in 2011?

Moments

I’ve signed up for #Reverb10, a project where bloggers are sent a daily prompt in December aimed towards nurturing a reflection of 2010 and positive manifestations for 2011. Curious and want to join? Click on the badge below.

December 3: Moment

Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).


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It’s not very hard to feel alive. All you need to do is be present. Don’t focus on your never ending to do lists, don’t wish that you’re anywhere else or speaking to anyone else, and revel in the present. To concentrate on solely what’s in your line of vision, what your finger tips are touching, what your taste buds is tasting, and what sounds are vibrating on your eardrums. This is the secret to feeling alive, to be completely present. This could be why today’s prompt is so hard for me. How to choose when these moments are infinite? They remind me of snowflakes. All unique and beautiful in their own right but impossible to count.

So instead, and in no certain order, these are just some of the moments I felt alive and that my heart was swollen in 2010.

♥ Holding hands with Alan as we stroll downtown and hop restaurants on a date night. First crisp cold night of the winter season. We had just giggled and laughed at the first date happening less than a foot away at Kenichi. The guy looked like Fabio and could not stop talking about himself.

♥ Sharing a booth at Chocolate Bar with Sarah. Juicy girl talk, drinking the best hot chocolate of my life, and topping it with a delicious white and chocolate layered cake. Of course, drizzled with syrup. The hot chocolate is practically pure melted rich chocolate. It took its time down my throat. The fluffy whipped cream and half melted marshmallows danced on the tip of my tongue. The fun purple walls of Chocolate Bar. Purple is my favorite color.

♥ Crisp weather on November 7th. It’s 7:30am on a Sunday morning. So unnatural to be up this early on a weekend, yet there we were, Brittany and me, immersed with thousands of people as we walk in solidarity, raising money and awareness for breast cancer.

♥ Camping out in my living room with Hillary and Alex the weekend before my birthday and talking to the wee hours of the moment. It felt like our life has circled around again. We’ve slept on floors before 10 years prior and talked into the wee hours of the morning.

♥ The handful of times with Thomas and various company where we just stuffed ourselves silly with good food, trying out a new restaurant. And then deviously decide to run over to another eatery to try some other famed dish or dessert despite being stuffed silly. It felt like we were literally gorging ourselves on the good stuff life offers. The pain we always felt afterwards was exquisite.

♥ Holding a co worker’s four month baby and making funny faces at him. His body was heavy and cozy. He still had new baby smell.

♥ Late night chat conversation with Kim as we listened to a This American Life episode together and than passed on sad break-up songs to each other. Neither of us going through break ups but both of us wallowing. I felt so drunk and buzzed and not a drop of alcohol was consumed.

♥ All those times I silently rest my head on Alan’s shoulder and can feel the the weight of his head on mine. It’s as if I’m silently saying, “hi” by resting myself on him and he’s saying “hi” back when he rests his head on mine.


Question: When was the last time you laughed so hard you almost peed yourself?