Dim Sum Diaries
Okay, haven't really blogged too much about WoW because don't want to be tagged too badly as that dorky geek that plays that damn game too much. Oh wait. I think it's too late. Anyways, here's a bit of a video depicting a raid in a high level instance that went terribly wrong...yet is as funny as hell. Pay particular attention to Leroy Jenkins. OMFG, it is so damn funny. Even if you aren't into WoW, its worth it just to watch it. And you will be sucked into my world!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

Finally got new dishwasher installed today. Two installers came to put it in. Refused my sheepish request to take their shoes off before entering the house.

"It's an Asian thing," I explained.

"Oh, we don't TAKE our shoes off," Installer Man retorted.

"Booties, then (med scrub shoes)?"


Faced with the prospect of waiting another week for some random installer who may or may not take their shoes off...or may or may not carry booties in their truck, I relented and let them step inside with...gasp!...shoes on. Hovered about them anxiously to watch progress, but after Installer Man gave me a look and said, "Um, ma'am, your making me kind of nervous," I slunk back into the office to the compy.

Ran back and forth to check progress of guys periodically. Finally they were done and out of the house, much to my relief.

Man, I'm so damn neurotic.
[begin whininess]


I don't think I deal very well with it. Which is why after I got laid off, I kinda went into hibernating mode. Besides taking care of family, immersing myself (perhaps a bit unwisely) in WoW, and hunting for a new dishwasher, I am limiting myself from the outside world. No more news junkiness, checking email, calling anyone (Mom laments, "I figure you haven't called me in awhile because you are playing THAT GAME."). Of course that means I don't feel I have anything worthwhile to write about...

Oh I wish I could blog about something more interesting about my perceived reality...like...sex starved PTA moms on the loose at my daughter's school!!! But of course no such exists there (that I know of anyways).

It's getting a bit better, I think. At least I'm blogging a bit more now. Slowly adjusting...

[/end whiniess]
Kids have recently taken to listening to a CD of 70s-ish Chinese pop music my Dad burned for me. I think it's great because they get exposed to Chinese language and culture. They really dig it...though Daughter has begun to ask what the lyrics mean. There is this one song by this guy who apparently was really famous, went up into the Himalayas to do a movie (?), was unaware of altitude sickness. He sucummbed (I guess) and as a result had brain damage...recently came back and did a concert wearing a jacket made entirely of plastic bags...very popular...etc etc etc. This is what Mom tells me.

Anyways, he has this song...which I don't know the name of...but is very catchy with a dog barking sound effect...which I will call "Dah-Gung-Jai".

Daughter wanted to know what that meant...and I...in my lame attempt to translate...told her it was about martial arts and dolls (like teenage mutant ninja turtles!!!)...my translation:

Dah: Hitting

Gung-Jai: Dolls

Oh how wrong I was. When I brought it up to my parents and told them what I thought it meant...after the initial moment of shocked silence...and the howling of laughter for several minutes...Dad was like, "Uh, not!" (Also have you noticed that in my world everyone talks with a Valley Girl accent?)

Apparently its a guy bemoaning his life as a worker and getting crappy pay and a jerk of a boss.

Dah Gung: Hitting/getting/going to work

Jai: Guy/man

Damn...I need to go to Chinese school again.

Your Linguistic Profile:

65% General American English

15% Dixie

15% Yankee

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

Again, it's been awhile since I've written in the blog. I'll have to think of some original subject matter to entertain the few who still read the blog...I can't think of anything to write about except the quirky things I've started to do since I started staying at home, and maybe some observations about stay-at-home-moms who volunteer in their child's classroom.

So, here it is...the one quirky thing I do...Daughter's school is only about a block away from the house, yet I, like Steve Martin in L.A. Story, drive that block to drop off/pick daughter up. It's very handy because I can throw on my big furry pink robe from Victoria's Secret that was sexy in 1991, but because of numerous washings, is now just a gigantic furry pink robe that hides everything well. All I am missing are the curlers in my hair (alas my hair is too short). Don't have to get dressed, can just drop her off and come back and watch my beloved West Wing Season 4 DVDs.

Have started to volunteer in Daughter's classroom one hour a week, much to her delight. Mostly I make copies and staple things together. It's pretty cool, being able to keep a finger on the pulse of school life. What surprises me though is since I had to dress business casual at work...volunteering means...being able to wear jeans and a t-shirt...and no makeup!!! And just being totally casual!!! Surprisingly, many sahm's (stay at home mom's) come in totally done up...full makeup, hair and nails...just to volunteer in the classroom...

"It's nice to get away from the house a bit each week," I heard one of them remark.

More as I can think of things to write later...