A Shout Out to My Hubby!

When I got married, my mother-in-law said to me that I found "one in a million" in my husband. Of course, she is rightly-so biased, but I think she's wrong. I found my "one in a trillion." My husband is the most funny, smart, thoughtful, and considerate gentleman I have ever known. He is also the best daddy to our little girl (and soon to be baby boy), and he's handsome to boot! I am reminded how special my guy is from time to time, especially when I'm at the gym. Without fail, there is always a guy or two who coughs in your direction, doesn't wipe off the equipment even though there are signs posted everywhere that says to do it, and will drop weights with a bang without considering others' peace and quiet all the while acting entitled. In the end, I am just glad to do my one-hour of cardio, get out of there, and come home to my favorite fella!

Portland, The Perfect Little City

Top 10 Reasons Why I Love Portland, Oregon:

10. It's so green (and lush and pretty)!

9. Oregonians are such nice, friendly people.

8. There's no sales tax. Let me repeat: there's no sales tax.

7. It's big enough that you're not running into the same folks over and over again. But if you tend the frequent the same places, you will start to see some "familiar" faces.

6. The quality of life and cost of living is so much better here, than say, the Bay Area.

5. Driving anywhere that takes more than 25 minutes is now considered "far."

4. I feel like I have a special connection to fellow minorities because there are so few of us.

3. When there's a new cashier at our local grocery store, we notice RIGHT AWAY.

2. Portland is situated equally between the beach and the mountains. Not that we go often, but you know, we could.

1. A tight-knit community - a place we call home!

Guilty As Charged

One of the things I am often being accused of is that of being a "chocolate collector." Mainly, this includes buying hoards of chocolates and not eating them. This particular habit of mine drives my husband crazy, because he purposely avoids keeping snacks and other treats in the house so he wouldn't be tempted to eat them. Funnily enough, this also drives me crazy because whatever it is that I am craving for at that moment is usually missing (i.e. eaten).

Our circumstance reminds me of what Daisy Buchanan of The Great Gatsby once said to Nick Carraway, and that is, you're not a bad driver until you meet another bad driver (paraphrased). Similarly, I wouldn't be a "chocolate collector" if I didn't live with someone who was a "chocolate eater," right? You see, the reason why I keep a variety of chocolates and sweets around is that I never know what I might be in the mood for. Like someone who's preparing for the next natural disaster, I am gearing up for my next "chocolate crisis."