My weekend "flu" by

My father had his 56th birthday this past Tuesday (can my parents really be getting that old?!). I decided to go visit him and make him dinner. To make it even better, my mei mei (little sister), aka Qiu Lei, was able to come back with me and we were going to prepare a chinese dinner. Double bonus: I get to share awesome food and an awesome friend with my family and I get to spend some extra time before she graduates. The weekend started out well: B.B.Q for lunch, a trip to hastings for some afternoon fun and then off to do grocery shopping. Evan was finishing up an awesome characature (how do yo spell this word?) Qiu Lei and I were in the kitchen and all of a sudden I felt awful, but nothing hurt. I started feeling worse and worse. Finally, it happened. A little reversal in the lunch process and I have never been so turned off by ribs in my life. It got worse and worse. You would have thought I ate at Fuzzy's. :) I was completely miserable. We were supposed to come back Saturday night, but Evan and Qiu Lei decided we should stay. So...let me just take a moment to say how wonderful these two are. Our friend was getting baptized and we were so excited to go and they had plans for Sunday that they wanted to do. They decided to stay the night Saturday and stay longer Sunday, missing church and the baptism, because I felt bad. I felt so bad for them, but not once did they even act really bummed or pout or anything about having their plans rearranged. To top it off, they stayed up with me and kept checking on me to see how I felt and if I needed anything. My heart was overflowing with love for them and I was so humbled by their humility and serving hearts. So, my weekend wasn't what I was expecting at all, but I got to see my dad, grandma and was reminded just how amazing my mei mei and fiance are.

Ode to too much pop

44 oz of pop in my cup,
44 oz of pop,
Empty my bladder and fill it back up,
32 oz of pop in my cup.

32 oz of pop in my cup,
32 oz of pop,
I'm d.p.-ed out and getting wired up,
28 oz of pop in my cup.

28 oz of pop in my cup,
28 oz of pop,
Will be there in the morning when I wake up,
Because I put way too much pop in my cup.

Chips and Chats

I have concluded that skyping with my best friend is to my heart what fresh out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookies are to my tummy. I love my whorts.....bet you don't hear that too often. :)