I'm alive. It's been a busy few weeks.

My mom visisted again and there was major drama that went down between us that consisted of a mix of repressed childhood resentment coupled with our language barrier with a dash of irrational, Korean anger. I won't go into details but after everything I'm glad it happened, we finally got to talk that stuff out. Things are really great between us now. While she was here we straightened out the rest of the house stuff, ran errands, and had a dinner party for my extended family.

On a completely different topic, I have never been filled with a stronger urge to SHOP than I have right now. I WANT TO BUY SO MANY THIINNGGGSSS. I WANT TO GO SHOPPINNNNGGGG, but I CAN'T because I have no MONNNIIIEEESSS. AGHGHGKGHHG, I WANT A FUCKING JOB!

Lately I've also developed a taste for fabulous high heels. I never used to wear heels unless they were for a special occasion, because I was always insecure about my height. I was always the tallest out of my Asian friends because they were of average Asian-midget height. But lately I can't seem to stop lusting after beautiful high heeled shoes. I just got a pair of black leather, tiny gold-studded bootie heels that I've been wearing out for no reason at all.

I need monies. :(

I'm gonna break pattern here and do a story about my mom worth remembering.

My mom was born in South Korea, and grew up the oldest of four brothers. They were dirt poor, and my mom had to drop out of school when she was in the fourth grade to work and help out the family with food. She was practically a second mother to my uncles. Times were tough, she worked a lot of different jobs around town, from washing clothes, to gardening, but her main source of income came from extortion. She started by approaching the orphans at the local orphanage and made a deal with them, they provide the muscle, she'll split the cash between them. After that, she would run around the elementary schools during lunch and break hours and take money, food, toys, and whatever she liked from the local children, threatening a pounding if they wouldn't hand it over. At the end of the day she would split the spoils between herself and the orphans, take the loot home, and do it all over again the next day.

Preceding the big move in a couple of months, my mom has decided to start putting together the many, many things she feels we will need in the new house.

Mom: "How 'bout this, you need this."
Me: "What is that?"
Mom: "I'm not sure, but you can cook shrimp AND kimchi-chigae in it!"

Mom: "Here, you take big pan, and big pot, you can never have too many pots."
Me: "But I already have a big pot over there."
Mom: "YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY POTS. How you gonna make spaghetti when I visit??"

Mom: "You take these towels with you when you move."
Me: "For.. rags?"
Mom: "No! To hang in the kitchen! Look this one nice, it has Santa Claus."

Mom: "How 'bout these twin lamp stands, never been used!"
Me: "We have a lot of lamps already.."
Mom: "They never been used, AND they made of WOOD. Here, you need this stuff too."


:)

My mom will be in Korea for a couple of months or so. She just left this morning.



I am saaad. :(