I guess if it can hold your broccoli together then there's no reason why it can't keep your hair out of your face. Resourceful.
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
The Hair Elastic
My mom came over to my house and I noticed that her hair was tied back with one of these...
I guess if it can hold your broccoli together then there's no reason why it can't keep your hair out of your face. Resourceful.
I guess if it can hold your broccoli together then there's no reason why it can't keep your hair out of your face. Resourceful.
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
Thursday, 15 August 2013
So... I'm fat, right?
Short post today. I'll admit to being a tad bit lazy with the blogging as of late, but I promise I'll be better soon!
Anywho... to expand on my previous post, I was pestering my mother again for being fat because it amuses me so. This time, her response was: "You think I'm fat? Hey everyone, look at Erin's gut! Erin is the bagel girl! BAGEL GIRL!"
Nice.
Interestingly enough though, my mom proceeded to invite me over for dinner a few days later where she stated: "I will fatten you up so you can give me GRANDSON!"
Well that escalated quickly...
Anywho... to expand on my previous post, I was pestering my mother again for being fat because it amuses me so. This time, her response was: "You think I'm fat? Hey everyone, look at Erin's gut! Erin is the bagel girl! BAGEL GIRL!"
Nice.
Interestingly enough though, my mom proceeded to invite me over for dinner a few days later where she stated: "I will fatten you up so you can give me GRANDSON!"
Well that escalated quickly...
Thursday, 11 July 2013
So Fat!
For those of you who are fortunate enough to have fob parents, you will surely know the joy that comes with a lifetime of having your weight carefully monitored and scrutinized.
As far back as I can remember, my mother has always been on mine and my sister's cases when it came to our weight. For example, if I were to be wearing a tighter shirt after a hearty meal, my mother would sometimes request that I remove my "bagel" from her field of vision. If you are asking yourself "what in tarnation is a bagel?", you will be enlightened to know that a "bagel" is a term my mother invented to describe the circle of fat that surrounds one's belly button. Now, I wouldn't exactly describe myself as fat, but I guess by Chinese standards you could say I'm an XXL.
But don't feel bad for me. I'm used to it. Just like I'm used to being called "idiot" and "ungrateful". It just comes with the territory. Actually, it's kind of funny now that I'm older realizing not every kid grew up being told they were fat pieces of garbage who needed to get better grades. (White kids need not be offended on my behalf... it's cool)
Anyways... as of late, my normally petite mother has put on a little bit of weight. Seeing as how I am a wonderful daughter, I decided that I would give my mother a taste of her own medicine, even though she'd probably only put on like 5 lbs. Still, if nothing else, it would be an interesting social experiment to see how she'd react.
Me: Hey mom. You got fat.
Mom: Yeah so?
As predicted... she didn't seem to be phased so I decided to kick it up a notch.
Me: Are you angry that you're fatter than me now?
Expecting her to be at least a LITTLE offended that I was implying her bagel had now surpassed mine, she had the following response:
Mom: Why would I be angry? Mommy's allow to be fat because she's ol'. Not you though.
Nope... still unphased.
As far back as I can remember, my mother has always been on mine and my sister's cases when it came to our weight. For example, if I were to be wearing a tighter shirt after a hearty meal, my mother would sometimes request that I remove my "bagel" from her field of vision. If you are asking yourself "what in tarnation is a bagel?", you will be enlightened to know that a "bagel" is a term my mother invented to describe the circle of fat that surrounds one's belly button. Now, I wouldn't exactly describe myself as fat, but I guess by Chinese standards you could say I'm an XXL.
But don't feel bad for me. I'm used to it. Just like I'm used to being called "idiot" and "ungrateful". It just comes with the territory. Actually, it's kind of funny now that I'm older realizing not every kid grew up being told they were fat pieces of garbage who needed to get better grades. (White kids need not be offended on my behalf... it's cool)
Anyways... as of late, my normally petite mother has put on a little bit of weight. Seeing as how I am a wonderful daughter, I decided that I would give my mother a taste of her own medicine, even though she'd probably only put on like 5 lbs. Still, if nothing else, it would be an interesting social experiment to see how she'd react.
Me: Hey mom. You got fat.
Mom: Yeah so?
As predicted... she didn't seem to be phased so I decided to kick it up a notch.
Me: Are you angry that you're fatter than me now?
Expecting her to be at least a LITTLE offended that I was implying her bagel had now surpassed mine, she had the following response:
Mom: Why would I be angry? Mommy's allow to be fat because she's ol'. Not you though.
Nope... still unphased.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/daozers/27-signs-you-were-raised-by-asian-immigrant-parents
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Boulevard Watches
"Your brother is so stupid! What does he want to buy now? One of those... what is it call... Boulevar' watches?"
http://www.swissvintagewatches.com/u200.html
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Same Pants
So one day I was wearing a pair of mint green jeans to my parents' house and my mom piped up:
Mom: Hey I have those same pants!
Me: Oh really??? *Surprised that my mom would actually buy stylish pants like moi*
Mom: YA! Did you get those from HMV????
Me: Uuuhhhhhh......
My Sister: Oh my GAWD, Mother. You got them from H&M.
Mom: Oh.
Me: Nice attempt at being cool though.
Fact: My mom will never be cool.
Mom: Hey I have those same pants!
Me: Oh really??? *Surprised that my mom would actually buy stylish pants like moi*
Mom: YA! Did you get those from HMV????
Me: Uuuhhhhhh......
My Sister: Oh my GAWD, Mother. You got them from H&M.
Mom: Oh.
Me: Nice attempt at being cool though.
Fact: My mom will never be cool.
http://heyyoushouldbuythis.tumblr.com/page/2
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
The Lint Lady
I was at my parents' house the other day when I saw my mother perched in the dryer like so:
When I asked her what she was doing in the dryer, she stated that she was cleaning out the lint trap. Obviously she was doing a very thorough job as she was digging around in there for quite awhile.
When she finally emerged, I understood why she was really going to town on that thing. I snapped the resulting pic:
I guess chopsticks are good for more than just eating, cramming frozen juice down a funnel, and mixing paint!
When I asked her what she was doing in the dryer, she stated that she was cleaning out the lint trap. Obviously she was doing a very thorough job as she was digging around in there for quite awhile.
When she finally emerged, I understood why she was really going to town on that thing. I snapped the resulting pic:
I guess chopsticks are good for more than just eating, cramming frozen juice down a funnel, and mixing paint!
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