HOW DO I LOVE THEE - LET ME COUNT IN CHINESE

I saw the above license plate while walking back to my car after finished my shopping.  The vehicle parked in a spot close to the building and the owner probably was still inside.  I thought it would be interesting to know who owner is.  But then I should not assume that if I walked around the store and found an Asian-looking person, it would be the owner.  The individual could be a Caucasian, Hispanic or African who has studied Chinese; perhaps speaking the language better than I do.  
If you would like to know the meaning of "WAHINE", send me a bottle of Maker's Mark (90 proof only - no cutting corner) and I will tell you what it says in Mandarin Chinese - haa haa.    
(Qaptain Qwerty or any Chinese-speaking readers, please do not post any comment as you would give away the answer.)

HAPPY DAYS WERE HERE BUT HERE COMES THE RE-ALIGNMENT

I started this post on January 9th writing about how happy I was that the NHL lockout was over.  I also wrote about the Superbowl and my beloved New England Patriots being in the playoffs.  (Of course I was crushed when the Ravens eliminated the Patriots.  But I did not mind that the Ravens beat the 49ers to win the Superbowl.  I heard Kaepernick would have added a new tattoo of the Lombardi trophy should the 49ers won - haa haa.)

The next day, January 10th, I planned to write about the 33rd anniversary of my family coming to America, all the funny stories happened in the refugee camp and when we were "fresh off the boat" at JFK airport, our struggle learning the new language, adapting the New York style of living and assimilating into the American culture, going to school, working, paying taxes and becoming productive citizens.

A series of events took place that made my celebration of the end of the NHL lockout and the Superbowl became small and meaningless.  Just like a balloon running out of air, I could not and did not know how to continue blogging, believe it or not, I did not even go the games when my beloved Red Wings came to St. Louis on Jan. 19th and then again on Feb. 7th.   
This week the new realignment was made officially with the changes go into effect at the start of the 2013-2014 league season.  The biggest change in the realignment, wouldn't you know it, had to be that my beloved Red Wings and (I don't really care about Columbus Blue Jackets) are moving to the Eastern Conference while the Winnipeg Jets are moving to the Western Conference.  The Western Conference has five Original Six teams, Chicago Blackhawks, Boston Bruins, Montreal Canadiens, Toronto Maple Leafs and my Red Wings while the only Original Six team left skating in the Eastern Conference is my American hometown the New York Rangers.  So what does it all mean to a hockey fanatic like me?  Starting with the 2013-2014 season, my beloved Red Wings will come to St. Louis every other year.  There is a Vietnamese expression that for each day you don't see your "love" equals three long seasons, so how long it would be if you don't see your "love" in three years?

DO I HAVE TO EAT ALL THE VEGETABLE ON MY PLATE?

I found this listing while conducting my daily job search.  At first I thought it was just a fancy name for a butcher position but upon careful examination of the job description, I saw that the responsibilities of Director of Fresh Meat included recruit, interview and train employees in that particularly department as well as dealing with buyers.  Do you know that there are schools that would offer training for people to become professional butchers?  I thought of sending my resume for consideration but for a short chubby woman like me, the title Director of Fresh Meat on my business card would be too funny - heh heh.  Also, what if I was asked about my special recipes, how do I tell them that I don't even know how to cook  ?????

JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE PRAIRE

Perhaps the title "Which way" would be more appropriate for these photos of this praire dog looking left and then right, unable to decide which direction to proceed.  That is how I have been feeling lately.  Even though I am occupied with school, volunteer activities, and job search, somehow it feels as if I am just "sitting on the dock watching the ship going by"!

This week Spring Break is almost over.  I met Himself for lunch today.  The KOC Hall where He "who has been third-degree knight for over 10 years" works, also serves lunch in addition to the regular Fish Fry on Friday evenings.  (I told Ralphie that if I were a man/knight, I would already be a Supreme Knight a long time ago.)  We both have catfish, green beans, lemonade and a piece of cake.  After lunch, I took "Luc" to a car wash.
School starts next week with Civil Trial Procedures on Monday and Legal Research on Thursday.  I am almost done with the first three chapters, Litigation, Parties and Jurisdiction, Informal Fact Gathering and Investigation; still have to review Missouri Supreme Court Rules 51-52 and 54.  I looked over The Bluebook (rules for legal citation) and it looks so intimidating.
We went to see the movie "Oz" and I ate a whole bag of popcorn.  It was fresh, warm and lot of butter.  Ralphie said the movie was full of "cheap tricks" to compensate for the lousy acting.  I was busy eating popcorn so I did not know what the story was about anyway! 

HELLO, I AM TOTA (IT HAS BEEN AWHILE)

I really don't know where to start since my last post almost 2 months ago.  There were many times I would create a new post, then unable to compose anything that would be meaningful to share.  I would stare at the computer screen just like the praire dog in the above photo.  What could I possible write that would be interesting?
Today I received a comment from Alisa (Displaced American - www.alisajoy@blogspot.com) and I know I must get back to blogging again.  Alisa, thank you so much for your kind comment.  It makes me realize that I have been selfish by not posting regularly.  I enjoy reading cute stories about Noah and Benjamin and beautiful photos of places you visited.  I look forward to Sunday for another "heart warming" story from Busboy (www.bus-stories.blogspot.com).  And I never missed "running" along with Qaptain Qwerty (www.qaptainqwerty.com) on his daily 10K.  As blogger, I must contribute by posting and making comments regularly, not just reading others' writing.  That is what sharing and connecting is about.
I don't really have any excuses for not posting since early January.  The Spring semester started on Jan. 14th but that was not the real reason.  Somehow I could not get back to posting.  It was as if I have lost all the desire to post, not even cheesy photos of license plates!
I don't know if I will be posting often or at least leaving comments on other blogs.  Spring is coming so just like the praire dog, I might come out running around the field or going back into the ground again!

FIT

Hey Qap, this vanity plate is for YOU.  Here is to a healthy and FIT (or FITTER) 2013 and in the coming years!

CINDERELLA

Whose shoe in the snow
J. Edgar Hoover, maybe
Or Cinderella
I found it glittered under the bright sun when I went outside to check on himself who loves to grill in the middle of winter.  He decided to have red meat (a big juicy steak) one more time to celebrate the new year and before we once again try to eat more healthy food.  He did not see the shoe after walking by the spot a few times going from the garage to the patio.  Only when I asked if there was a phone call from J. Edgar Hoover or Cinderella asking about this party shoe that Ralphie noticed the shoe in the snow. 

How did the shoe get to this particular spot?  It looks like someone gently placed it there.  The night before we heard noises from outside, not sure if it came from next door neighbor or somewhere else.  It was around 2300 hours and I was ready to call the authority to put an end to the drunken party.  Perhaps the boyfriend got drunk and threw the shoe over the fence.  We checked and there was no other marks on the snow from the fence to where the shoe landed in perfect spot.  That would be too far from the other side of the fence to the spot near our garage.

Did it come from the northside house?  It couldn't.  It would have gotten under the table or the chairs.  Plus, the shoe could not fly over the rock or the bench to where it finally landed.

Was the shoe thrown from the southside, over the fence?  Again, there was no marks on the snow to indicate that someone was standing on the other side while throwing the shoe.  Besides, the shoe would not land perfectly without bouncing off the tree and the shed.

If someone was in our backyard and placed the shoe there, then how come there are no footprints in the snow?  Your assignment to solve this case, if you choose to accept it.

FIRST THURSDAY RAMBLING (2013)

One more time - Happy New Year!  I thought these images from the Butterfly House would be a good start - positive, beautiful thoughts and acceptance that life goes on (the lifespan of a butterfly, dependent on the breed, could be only a few days or up to a year - no 100 years old butterfly). Spread your wings, fly high and enjoy each moment in the sun.  I found an article in the Grand Haven Tribune (at www.grandhaventribune.com) about a professional cyclist currently living on a sailboat.  You could read her blog at www.alwaysgoblog.wordpress.com.  I have thought of her comment, "Tickets are issued.  Only a few check-in for the journey of their dreams", where is your ticket? 

We missed the Times Square New Year ball-drop ceremony again!  Ralphie was already in bed and I continued watching the Twilight Zone Marathon.  I was supposed to keep watch but I fell asleep on the sofa and did not hear the clock striked at midnight.  2012 quietly left and 2013 casually came without bothering to wake us up for the celebration.

We had a few flurries on the last day of 2012, not enough for accumulation.  After putting in a couple of volunteer hours at the Butterfly House, I went to the store to return two sweaters and a necklace Ralphie had given me.  Next year I will remember to actually go to the store, look and touch before putting the items on my wish list.  The sweaters only looked good in the catalog and the necklace was actually a tiny, wimpy piece.  After the store, I visited a parishioner who had hip and knee surgery.  I brought her Holy Communion since she could not drive to attend Mass.   

I completed the 50 hours of volunteer in 2012 to qualify for an honorary membership with the Garden.  The regular membership is $65, that comes out to be $1.30 per volunteer hour.  I know you don't calculate wages when you volunteer.  I would rather get a good paying job so I could afford the $65 annual membership than putting in volunteer hours (at $1.30 per hour) while being unemployed.  OK, let's put a stop to this negative thinking! 

Ralphie was off the whole week of Christmas and finally went back to work on the 2nd.  The Director of Quality quit last month and moved to Nashville for a better job.  Ralphie told the company that he is happy with being Quality Engineer, doing the work without the pressure of being a manager.  The company already found a replacement and the new Director will start on Jan. 14th.  He and his family will be moving to St. Louis from Charlotte, North Carolina. Come to think of it, we have been in St. Louis 18+ years.  Ralphie said that pretty soon I will be more St. Louisian than being Vietnamese since I left Viet Nam when I was 19 years old.  I might have to make up stories about going to John F. Kennedy High School in Manchester! 

SERENE

Happy New Year to you - may 2013 be a year of SERENE, good health, joyful moments, and a highest sense of fulfillment in life (in whatever you are trying to accomplish or hope for).

TEMPORARY SETBACKS (TREE ON THE TRACK)

Instead of dwelling on the setbacks in 2012 (Don't cry over spilled milk), I count all the blessings (Always look on the bright side) we have experienced including two wonderful road trips - Southward adventure in July and Kentucky Bourbon Trail in September.  These photos were taken from the Great Smokey Mountain train ride. 

We were riding along, then the train slowed down.  It came to a complete stop.  The conductor announced that there were tree branches on the tracks.  Good thing we had the iPad with internet connection.  After watching the man working on clearing the tracks, we sat back in our comfortable caboose.  I brought along two books (the real ones that I could hear the rustling sound of the paper while the pages are being turned).  I read while Ralphie checked the latest news on the iPad.   

The caboose (equiped with its own bathroom) was supposed to be for group rental with snacks and drinks for up to 12 passengers.  Since it was only himself and I, the train company provided two box lunches complete with chips and cookies.  We also got a basket of snacks, a cooler filled up with ice, water and soda.  We were given a walkie-talkie in case we needed to communicate with the conductor.  It was a great experience and we highly recommend it. 

I want to believe that the setbacks I have encountered 18+ months ago that had led me down this "bumpy" road and unexpected difficult turns, are just like the tree branches on the train tracks.  It is up to me to get the tools I need (like getting a certificate of legal studies), cut the branches into managable pieces (keeping a strong faith, a spirit of giving back with volunteer activities), move the branches off the tracks (be strong and not become discouraged) and get the train moving (getting back into the workforce) again. 

The tracks were cleared, the train started to move, and all was well again.  Here is to 2013 and to the coming years, no more tree branches falling on our train tracks!

FIRST SNOW (2012 WINTER)

It snowed last night - the first winter snow in STL.  A gentle, steady fluffy started falling around 1700 hours, just right after we came back from dinner in Chesterfield.  We planned to see the movie "Hobbit" after dinner but decided to go home instead.  I am not really interested in this movie or others action flicks, i.e. James Bond, but I usually will go along to keep Ralphie company and to help himself eat the popcorn.

This was what our backyard looks like this morning.  I always like the image of snow-covered flower box.  I sure don't miss the winter months from the years we lived in Michigan. 

After breakfast, we watched a Shirley Temple movie, The Little Colonel, one of my favorite.  The Littlest Rebel was another.
I look forward to the Twilight Zone All Day Marathon as traditionally shown on the SyFy channel starting 800 hours on New Year's Eve (December 31st) to 430 hours on January 1, 2013.  We probably will fall asleep and miss the countdown of the Times Square ball drop ceremony, again!  Do you have any big plans for the New Year celebration?  Have you already made any New Year resolutions?    

NAPOLEON AND BLUEBELL ON LINCOLN HIGHWAY IN NEBRASKA

More stories from our road trip on Lincoln Highway - we were driving along when we saw the red-white-blue "L" sign and the white pig with a black head.  At first I thought it was a real pig and commented about the pig being in the front yard instead of in the pen.  Then I got excited that it was a sculpture.  That made it even better as my adoring fans know that I love taking photos of public sculptures.  As we slowed down, ready to stop the car, Bluebell came charging from the house, barking and yelling "Rich people bad, poor people good".

Pointed to the pig, Bluebell continued yelling, "This is Napoleon, the beloved leader and he will lead the way to the promise land by taking from those who have too much to provide fair share to those who are in need and everything will be good."  (I asked Bluebell the question how do you define "too much" and "fair share".  Bluebell said that Napoleon, the beloved leader, makes up the definition.  Just like a certain politician who goes on fancy vacation while millions of American are jobless, homeless and unable to feed their family.  Supporters of this incompetent politician probably explain that he needs the fancy vacation in order to think well, and since his so-called work is brain work, it is in everyone's best interest that he should have his well-deserved and much needed fancy vacation.  Should his brain fail because he has been working so hard (without a fancy vacation and a few round of golf) the rich might take over.  That would be a very frightening option for the farm.) 

We decided not to get out of the car and just took the photos while slowly driving away.  There was no point trying to remove the invisible blindfold because Bluebell would refuse to see the false vision of reality that Napoleon has rewritten history, manipulate statistics in his favor, using lying and bullying tactics of a skilled totalitarian leader while "the farm" heading down the cliff.  Make no mistake about this, Napoleon will not be going down with the rest of the animals.  (All politicians, no matter which political party, are never on the side of the poor.  Politicians need financial backing.  Have you ever seen poor people like you and me at $1,000 a plate at fundraising luncheon?)  He will make sure that he will survive and avoid the impact which his failure policy has imposed on others.  Napoleon only is interested in his own power and never makes any contributions by doing any real work.  He does not care about what is good for all, but rather only his own good and what a new society should be under his regime.
When a politician tells you that he is fighting for you, working to make your life better and making your future brighter, don't be naive believing these empty words!  Be sure to watch where his hands are because they are most likely taking money out of your pockets!  

LINCOLN IN IOWA

I went to the post office today (two days after Christmas) to mail out Christmas cards to a long time pen pal in England and an uncle (not a real relative, just someone we knew from the refugee camp).  Better late than never I said.  This year I was really late with my Christmas mailing.  I dropped off the U.S. cards on the 22nd because I had a difficult time writing my Christmas letter.  I wanted to include an update with the cards but did not want to write about all the setbacks I have experienced the last 12+ months.  I wonder what president Lincoln wrote in his Christmas letter after the many job lost, a few defeats in politics, unsuccessful business ventures and other setbacks.

These photos were from our road trip on Lincoln Highway in September 2012.  The statue below might be in front of City Hall in Grand Junction, Iowa.  I like the sculpture in front of a private home (top photo).  It was a creative work of art made from a dead tree. 

We went to see the movie "Lincoln" a few weeks ago.  It was a good movie but I was not impressed.  The cast did a good job of acting the roles they were assigned to but the screenplays were typical of Hollywood drama.  I am glad the movie did not show when Lincoln was assassinated.  The movie was about the final months of the president, how he tried to heal the country from the war and the division, there was no need for the details of his death.       

There are two of Lincoln busts overlook a bend north of Scranton, Iowa.  If we did not have the guidebook, we probably would never find the monuments and thought they were just part of the cornfields.  Someone or a very dedicated group took good care of the busts because they look good having been put in placed since 1924.
(PS:  I just noticed that this post is the One thousand one hundred eleven (1,111) post published in this little boring blog of mine since that dark stormy night in August 2006 - congratulations to ME - haa haa).

WILDLIGHTS

It was another quiet Christmas just Ralphie and me, the way it should be.  No kids running around, tearing up wrapping paper to get to the presents without proper acknowledgement of where the gifts came from.  No driving in the snow and icy roads for 8+ hours and then spending the next few days pretending to be interested in stories told by people you won't see again for another year!  Do I sound like a grumpy old woman who lives in a smelly big shoe?

We did not go to the zoo again.  These images were from our visit a few weeks ago.  I heard that the zoo broke its attendance records, thanks to the nice weather.  An inch of snow at Christmas would have been better.  The weather people kept predicting that snow would be on the way to our area but so far we did not even get heavy flurries.

Ralphie made his world-famous pierogies and instead of apple pie again, himself made blackberry pie.  It was good but I think we will go back to apple pie next Christmas.  After dinner, we opened all the gifts, watched the movie The Nativity, then to midnight Mass at the Cathedral on Lindell, got there early for the music and for good seats.  It was a quiet and relaxing Christmas, just the way we like it. 

A BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS

Merry Christmas to You and Yours (TOTA, Ralphie and Benjamin)

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE

 'Twas the night before Christmas Eve, when all through the streets in the Historic St. Charles, not too many people, not even a shopper dashing in and out of the stores trying to find that perfect Christmas present.  The doors to the shops were closed and the people were nestled all relax in their homes. 

We went to St. Charles last night.  It was around 1800 hour, the main streets were not crowded, plenty of parking space, crispy cool weather, clear sky, we located a safe spot for "Ralphie" precious Mustang, walked along main street, selected a restaurant we have not been before, enjoyed a nice dinner, walked around, took a few photos (my cheesy camera did not take good photo even though it was set for twilight mode so I have to post old photos taken during the day.  Hey Qap, just think of what the streets looked like when you were there in April 2011 and use your imagination, adding the Christmas lights to the image - haa haa).  

Also, the St. Charles Carolers heard about "Da Qaptain" great work in NYC and they want to ask you to join the group here.  If you are interested, please let me know and I will negotiate a great contract for you for a reasonable commission - heh heh.
To all my adoring fans, faithful readers and all visitors to this boring blog of mine, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night"

GRANDFATHER BEAVER AND THE BUFFALO ROBE

I just read two interesting stories about the end of the world in a book about Native Americans.  I don't have a photo of "Grandfather Beaver" or a buffalo robe, so these images from our visit to Yellowstone National Park in September 2011, will have to do.

According to the Sioux, the future of the world depends on an old black dog.  He lives in a cave where the prairie and the badlands meet on the Great Plains.  There, an old woman (I could post my photo here - haa haa) has been sitting in front of a fire for one thousand years decorating a strip for a buffalo robe.  She is carefully threading it with colored porcupine quills (ouch).  The dog sits beside her.  Behind her is a pot of soup (I don't cook so my photo would not fit the story) that has been boiling for one thousand years.  When the woman finishes decorating the strip the world will end, but every time she turns around to stir her soup, the dog pulls that porcupine quills out .  The old woman never finishes the buffalo robe; thus the world continues on!  Good old dog - if it was Snoopy, he would probably too busy flying around or writing/translating his novel into French.

The Cheyenne tell a different story - the date of the world rests with a great white Grandfather Beaver.  It is gnawing at the pole that holds up the Earth.  When it finally bites through and the pole topples, Earth will end.  Storytellers claim he is already halfway through (by the end of 2000 - remember Y2K?), and he chews faster when he is angry.  That is why the Cheyenne do not eat beaver meat or wear its skins.  They do not want to make Grandfather Beaver angry.  So remember no matter how hungry you are, please do not eat beaver meat.

Every year, someone tries to prove that "seeing is believing" theory while visiting Yellowstone National Park.  Every visitor is handed a little flyer with a drawing of a person being thrown through the air by a bison, aka 2,000 lbs buffalo with a big pointy thing on its head.  That day, I saw three people literally ran after Big B (below) to get a close-up photo - you just can't fix stupid!   

We were on our way out of the park thru the North Entrance, back to the hotel in Gardiner, Montana, when traffic came a complete stop.  We thought it might be a fire or a tree falling over blocking the road.  Whatever it was, we thought we should stay put and wait for directions from the park rangers.  Even though the warning was printed in bold in the visitors' brochure but in a moment of excitement, the people ahead of us got out of their vehicles and started to run up the road ahead.  Then we saw what got everyone excited - the Buffalo King of Wyoming (not the New York Buffalo Bills)! 

For an animal with an average weight at over a thousand pounds, Big B moves gracefully and really taking his sweet time.  We watched as it took a few steps, then stop, strike a pose (we pulled off the road to stay out Big B's way, yet we could hear his breathing and for a second I thought he was going to charge at us.  "Ralphie" probably would not hesitate to use me, his short-chubby-old wife's body, as a sheild to keep Big B from scratching his precious Pony), then galloping down the road, then stop, pose one more time and then it was time to get off the road, back to the grassland - dinner time!!