Dec. 20th, 2007 08:10 pm
aquabean: (Lady buggerin')
It all started when my mom told me I could buy a new sweatshirt, as long as it had my college logo on it.

You see, when my dad had taken my brother and me on various trips to see colleges, we'd purchased myriad sweatshirts from all of the institutions...except the ones we eventually chose to attend.

By the by, this is [livejournal.com profile] karotsamused.

When my job at the Bookstore at my Hallowed Place of Learning brought me in contact with some sweatshirt styles other than the College Lettered Sweatshirt in Blue And Gold, I found myself a bit covetous of others' purchases. Thus, when I asked if I might purchase a sweatshirt for myself, my mother agreed on the grounds that it was in fact from my place of work.

This week, we're having a 40% off sale. On items that were, last week, 20% off. So that's 40% off things that were already priced at 80%. The hell is that math? 46% percent off or so? I have no calculator. Blargh.

But anyway, I got a sweatshirt. At my Bookstore. For $19.77. NINETEEN. FREAKIN. SEVENTY-SEVEN.
At Bookstore prices, that's a crappy t-shirt.


I love this sweatshirt. It is black, and the hood is big enough, and the logo is not stupid. I bought it yesterday, and after I got off work and had a shower, I decided to wear it to Rune's Family Holiday Dinner last night.

...Now, Rune has a big family. One that has to gather in separate locations at separate times, half because it would be impossible to gather that many people in one place, and half because the two sides would make that one place explode.

So we met at the Gma's, for the Gma's Side Of The Family sort of thing, and the house, normally pretty cozy with five people, was... packed.

Pack. Ed.

There was the Gma, and Rune's parents, and all of Rune's aunts and uncle and their spouses, and their offspring, and their offspring's spouses and offspring. And then the Friends, which consisted of me and this one guy who held the camcorder a lot.

There were two itty bitty half-Japanese babies, and their very Japanese mama (adorably trying to correct her Very White father-in-law's mispronunciation of her name - "Yu - KI - ko." "No. YU - ki - ko." "Yu - KI - ko. Right? I don't hear what's different!")

There were also ... well. They were all about my age, I guess, or a little older, but since one of them asked Rune her age, they probably assumed I was older. But four barely-legal boys, all about six feet huge, and broad as doorways. (Rune says the eldest is about twenty-five. Ha-ha.)

They were all rather sweet, in their weird Barely-Legal Boy way, and apparently I was unconsciously on my game.

See, as soon as I walked in, I think there was the radar ping. Girl-That-Isn't-Family does a lot to make me attractive. XD

I realized I was getting hit on about the time the youngest one told me he was a writer. And that he was getting ready to write his second Album, and was in the process of recording for the first.

Which is no big deal, especially in this area, since the music scene here right now is exploding. But when I brought up a friend of mine, actually a very talented white hip-hop artist, who had recorded his albums and was in the marketing stage, and was finding the most challenging thing was being articulate about his work and making sure he was putting it out in the right places, I got this response:

"Well, marketing isn't hard if you're good."

...I think you really needed to be able to hear it. And see the little face of "Aw, man, she knows -other- guys?"

Boys. He started laying it on a little thick in the middle, and by the end, played Family Man (although this was rather genuine and in a lot of ways he was sweet. I enjoyed his company). He was funny in the Multigenerational Photo they all took - excluding, of course, me and Camcorder Guy (who took the picture).

But after The Boy left, I turned to Rune's Gma and this exchange followed:

Me: *wry* You know, I think he found me attractive.
Gma: Well, dear, I don't see why he wouldn't have.
Me: -! What do you know? You're blind!
Gma: *laughs*

On the way home, Rune confessed she wanted to growl at him. I confessed I sat with my ring showing in a very shiny fashion after the hip-hop bit of the conversation.

Heh. I got hit on at the family dinner.



Sep. 18th, 2007 09:52 pm
aquabean: (Seeds in love)
Today is the Gma's 93rd Birthday (and the Third Annual Celebration of Grandma's Last Birthday Ever).

There was pizza.
There was ice cream cake.

The Gma was talking about how, when you get to be her age, you appreciate having family around. Then, she turned to Karot and said, "And you're a part of this family too, whether you like it or not."

Then, after the birthday cake, when Karot was taking pictures, my mother said, "Well, Kelly, if you're really a part of this family, Elisa, you better show your father how to use the camera so he can take a picture of the two of you with your grandma."
Grandma said, "Yes, that's right, that's right."
I showed dad how to work it - "I just push the button, right?" "Yeah."
And so we were getting ourselves situated, and Grandma said to Karot, "That's right. You lose one grandma, you get another one."

And so we had our picture taken with my grandma. She smiled a lot, and she laughed, and then she made us take pictures of my father in a weird hat.

Mama never does anything without a purpose. In two days, it will have been a year and ten months since we began dating. It will be five months since we moved in together come mid-November.

Today, Karot sang "Happy Birthday, Dear Grandma," and maybe really got to mean it.


Dec. 3rd, 2006 08:02 pm
aquabean: (Gojyo - ohshi--)



aquabean: (PiePiePiePiePie...)
Yo, folks, it's [livejournal.com profile] karotsamused stealing the LJ again for a bit of postage.

We just got back from a 10:50 donut run at Ralph's. We got donuts. And milk. And that was it. No srsly. WOO. It was brought on by Stephen Colbert morphing a donut into a donut hole. And then consuming them. Oh, God. Donut holes. Nnng.

But before then, Rune picked me up and then we headed out down the back way to La Mesa, which was an awesome and slightly terrifying ride through the mountains. Went to Target, and then the Gma's.

The poodles were the dirtiest little fuzzballs that ever fuzzed. As usual. So we decided to give them a bath. So we borrowed a couple of shirts and the poodles, and the Gma's dog, Buddy, got baths. YAY BATHS OMG! And then her parents showed up. Well, I lie.
Her parents showed up while Stuart was in the bath. He was not only the first one to be bathed, but then had to STAY in the little tub while his family came home. The car pulled up in the garage, and Rune's mom's voice filtered in through the door. He made a little mournful noise of a poodle in great emotional pain, crying out, "Mama! Saaaave meeee... why are they doing this to meeee?"
Mama didn't notice. D:

Everybody was in a pretty good mood so we putzed (although periodically you had to dodge THUNDEROUS SMALL DOG STAMPEDE!!!!!!111111!!!!!!eleven! They really like being clean. Eh heh.) around until dinner and then had a great couple of conversationy bits.
All the pronouns I'm gonna use are missing the indicator "Rune's", but you know we were with her family anyway so there. XP

Mom: ...those hot peppers, what do you call them?
Dad: *to me* Hot peppers.
Mom: *keeps talking*
Me: *snicker*
Rune: What?

So I got in on a bit of Dad snark which was awesome.

While we were at Target, we also toddled around the mall and into the See's candy, where Rune got candies for the Gma and both parents. Chocolate mint for the Gma, white chocolate key lime for the Mom, and choclatey goodness for the Dad. Why white chocolate for the mom?
Apparently she doesn't like chocolate.

Dad: You know, your mother -does- like chocolate.
Rune: What?!
Mom: I do not.
Dad: She's eaten it.
Rune: Mom! You totally like chocolate, don't you?
Mom: *makes "Ew" face*
Rune: But you do eat it sometimes.
Mom: *Well duh* For the liquor.

And then Rune's mom and I bonded over how weird Rune is.
See, Rune has this thing where she doesn't like cold things, such as ice cream and sherbet, unless they're mostly melted and mooshed into a kind of loose paste. As a general rule, the mooshing process is kinda weird, and what happens when multicolored tropical sherbet is mooshed is something along the lines of ... well, weird albino poo.
We both watched in horror and disgust, and traded "That's so weird!" or "Ew!" as time called for it.

In other news, RUNE GOT BOTH HER HEADLIGHTS TO WORK! We were at the gas station and she gave the non-working one a good thump. And now they're both on. Fortuitous, since she left them on when we went into the supermarket later. *facepalm*


Aug. 9th, 2006 11:38 am
aquabean: (Mating habits.)
Okay. So.

[livejournal.com profile] karotsamused has hijacked the journal again. There are a few things to be said, and Rune figured it'd be cool to gank hers while I'm on Hayate.

First off, I started summer school ! Whee. One of my classmates? Reminds me of [livejournal.com profile] ranalore's Senor so hard it's not even funny. He's back from serving with the navy and trying to pass his LSATs so he's taking a logic course. Woo.

RUNE AND I JUST GOT DONE MAKING FUNNEL CAKES! Which are for the win! Fuck you, carnival folk!

And finally, there is nothing quite like being reprimanded by your girlfriend's mother for giving your girlfriend love bites. That led to a discussion of Rune's apparent immaculate conception.

Rune: It's not like you've never done anything like this!
Rune's Mom: *Looks at Rune*
Rune: Oh, that's right, I forgot I was immaculately conceived.
Rune's Mom: I thought you'd have figured that out by now.
Rune: ... *laugh!* Oh, like dad would ever stand for that.
Rune's Mom: *~smiles~*
Rune: ...
Rune: Ahh!
Rune: *changes subject to much less scarring lingerie*

As well as the argument along the lines of "You're not a teenager anymore!" at which point I popped up and cried "I -am- a teenager!"
The only good response to that one was an accusatory, if laughing, "I know!"

Rune is convinced this means her mom doesn't hate me.

Oh yeah. In-laws for the win.

In Memory.

Jul. 7th, 2006 06:05 pm
aquabean: (Wandering.)
'Cause a surprising number of people on here have met him, and a few of you may see this before you see my email.

Dad had to put Duncan to sleep today. He had an embelism in his lungs and there wasn't anything he could do. They have him oxygen and dad got to hold him while they gave him the shot.

We got him when I was eleven. Bear was seven and he was exactly six weeks old on the day we got him. English Spring Spaniel puppies only $100. Mom caved because a little female had won the Westminster Dog show that weekend and mom didn't think the new puppy could get too huge. Duncan was almost 70lbs.

He once swam across a stream in the Sierra Nevada, filled with freezing water as the snow melted in early summer, because dad was on he other side.

He once at peppers and a pepsi can and all the plastic pots my mom kept her orchids in. Though not all at once.

He loved my father more than anything and you could often find them asleep together on the sofa.

He let the poodles climb all over him, and never once bit any of us, or them. Despite the fact that Stewart was forever trying to lick his face, and Tlaloc used to sit on his back.

He was the first dog my family ever had.

He's buried in the backyard by the apricot tree and the avocado.
aquabean: (History.)
Unlike a fair number of other people on my flist I haven't been following the discussion on Cultural Appropriation. And then yesterday, or this morning depending on how you look at it, [livejournal.com profile] wordsofastory put up an excellent discussion of writing and cultural identity and suddenly I was spurred to write a response of my own (Brigdh I promised you a letter, didn't I?). Except. Except I don't know where to write it from.

You see, I have a problem. It's a cultural problem. It's also a racial problem. How about if we start by me telling you a little story...

Two women sit, watching a dinner party break up into smaller conversations.  )

Skip to the bit that's actually about writing... )
aquabean: (Who's your daddy?)
Because my dad's Spanish final was a little too much for some of you...

I did a little translating. )
aquabean: (Tortillas...)
My dad has gone back to school this past year. Currently he's doing his finals stuff, one of which was a project for his Spanish class. The assignment was to redo the text book how they would if they wrote the book. Dad was given Chapter 1 and decided that the highlight of his presentation would be a worksheet for counting and the alphabet.

Bear almost had tea out her nose when she read it. )

Oh, he's totally getting an A.


Nov. 23rd, 2005 11:09 pm
aquabean: (Oh Snap!)
Went to Church with Grandma and Dad and[livejournal.com profile] madpinkflamingo tonight. The highlight was most definitely in the car on the way to there, when it was just the Gma and Gracie and myself. Grams decided to tell a few jokes....

There are only three reasons a girl wears a sweater... )

Women's blouses come in three sizes... )

There once was a couple of sparrows, with a little nest and two little eggs.  )
aquabean: (pen)
Aaaaaand, I took pictures. Take pictures. There will be more in the future. For now, some old ones, because I finally went through the trouble to hook up the new scanner. Woot.

Chicken dinner? )

Sunset )

Swingin' )
aquabean: (Oh Snap!)
I call home. XD

Me and Mama: *have nice conversation about her new car*
Me: So can I talk to Papa?
Mama: *deadpan* Only if you beg.
Me: ...wha'?
Mama: Beg for it.
Me: ...Plleeeeaaase? Mama, come ooooon.
Mama: Nope, not enough.
Me: But Mama, I looooove you. Pleeeeeease, please can I talk to him?
Mama: ...I don't know.
Me: Awwww, you're mean!
Mama: No, I finally learned how to get stuff.
Me: *hmph*
Me: I looooooove you.
Mama: *smug* I know.
Me: NOW can I talk to him?
Mama: Wash your car.
Me: *facepalm*
aquabean: (Super Stich)
I'm going hiking with my dad in about 5 minutes, but this had to go up.

Rune: *wanders in mom and dad's room*
Mum: *is watching the morning news in bed* When did you get here?
Rune: Just now. Can you help me? *hands over a bottle of sunscreen*
Mum: Sit down then.
Mum: *proceeds to tell me about friends and family and applying sunscreen through out*
Sunscreen: *is not it's usual cold and clammy self*
Rune: Dude, you have really warm hands.
Mum: That's because I'm one hot Mama.

Dad-humour from mom? Is the best. Heh.
aquabean: (Healing enchilada...)
My grandma is legally blind. This means that there are all kinds of nifty gadgets at her house, including a voice activated dialing device. My father finds it particularly fascinating. I was reminded of this last night at dinner.

Papa: *bent over, speaking in a wavering falsetto* Mike.
Machine: *tinny “female” voice* Mike.
Papa: *in the same Grandma Voice* Stupid.
Grandma: *vaguely horrified* What you doing?
Machine: Virginia.
Papa: *snickers* Nothing.
Mama: *calling from the kitchen* Michael, you leave that thing alone!
Papa: *grinning madly* Stupid.
Machine: Spoke too soon.
Grandma: *flustered and amused as only a mother can be* Oh, just call your sister.
Papa: *deaf as a post when he wants to be* Stupid.
Machine: Griffin.
Papa: Heh.
Grandma: *amusedly exasperated* Would you just call your sister?
Papa: *considers for a moment before bending over again* Mar—Stupid Ann.
Machine: Spoke too soon.
Papa: *snickering* Stupid Ann.
Grandma: *throwing her hands up and walking away* Oh, for the love of—hmph.
Mama: *comes to stand beside Papa* Why do you do this?
Papa: *as though this explains everything* When you do “Saddam Hussein” you get “Sarah and Ben.”
Bear and Me: *snicker*
Mama: *to us* You’re not helping.
Papa: *ignoring us all again* Osama bin Laden.
Machine: Name not found.
Papa: Osama bin Laden
Mama: *opens mouth to speak, gives up, and instead joins Grandma in the living room*
Papa: Saddam Hussein.
Bear: *because it does explain everything* I love Papa.

Speaking of the Bear, she actually went through a major life change today. She had her wisdom teeth pulled. I called to see how she was doing and spoke to my mom.

Mama: *very serious* She can’t be left alone at all today.
Me: *snerking* Because she might die?
Mama: *full of sympathy* It’s so sad.
Me: Heh. Is she all puffy?
Mama: Yes. Swollen and -- *speaking sternly to someone on her end* Wipe yourself up!
Mama: *vaguely huffy* She just keep drooling.


Jun. 7th, 2005 09:20 am
aquabean: (Sexy Wounds...)
Rune: *dials home*
Bear: *answering phone* Hello?
Rune: Hey, babe.
Bear: Who is this?
Rune: *long suffering* Can I talk to mom?
Bear: You're a stranger.
Bear: Moooooooom. Maaaaaaama.
Mama: *garbled and in the background*
Bear: There's a stranger on the phone, you talk to them.
Mama: *deeply suspicious* Hello?
Rune: Hi, Mom.
Mama: Bear!
Bear: *garbled yelling followed by insane laughter*
Rune: She's weird.
Mama: You asked for her.
Rune: She's your daughter.
Mama: But you're her big sister.
Rune: Can this just be Papa's fault?
Mama: *pauses to consider*
Bear: *more insane laughter*
Dogs: *start barking*
Mama: She's definitely her father's daughter.
aquabean: (God's ninjas)
The family got back late last night. The animals were overjoyed to see them and my mom convinced me to spend the night with them in the guest room. Not a bad deal all around except that I was woken up this morning when my mum came in and turned on the washer and dryer. I'd have been more offended if it hadn't already been 10:45. Not having spent a large quantity of time with my family I'd forgotten how funny they are.

Things overheard so far this morning:

We have dogs
Mama: *wandering through the room* Duncan tried to eat the tortillas.
Me: Yeah?
Bear: *wandering in the other direction* Papa stopped him.
Mama: At least he has good taste.

My mom buys me clothes
Bear: See, it's got peacocks!
Me: Sweet.
Mama: *holds up blouse*
Blouse: *is HUGE*
Me: *blinkblink* ...it's a little big.
Mama: Well, I wanted to make sure it would fit your...*waves hand vaguely*
Bear: *helpful* You've got huge boobs.
Me: *dry* I hadn't noticed.
Mama: *looks down at her own much smaller chest* I just wonder where you got them.
Me: *facepalm*

Life imitates what?
Me: Good morning.
Papa: Hello.
Papa: *stands in the middle of the dining room looking slightly lost*
Papa: Have you seen your mother?
Me: *on the computer* Nope.
Papa: ...maybe she's outside...*wanders out into the backyard*
Papa: *walks past Bear, who's sitting on a lawn chair reading*
Papa: *standing next to lawn chair* What about your sister?
Me: *raises eyebrow* Um...
Bear: Yo.
Papa: *looks down* Oh. Hello. When did you get here?
Bear: Just now. I wanted to surprise you.
Papa: Have you seen your mother?
Bear: I hid her.
Papa: *nods, solemn* Not hard, she's pretty short.
Mama: *from inside* I'm not that small!
Me: *mumbled* Who you callin' so small you can hide me in your pocket?
Mama: *comes out of nowhere and peers over my shoulder* What?
Me: Eep!
Mama: That's what I thought.
aquabean: (Here kitty kitty....)
I've been house-sitting for my parents since Sunday. I'll be here for two and half more weeks. It changes my routine rather a lot.

My day starts at 5:30 when the dogs wake me up. )


Feb. 2nd, 2005 11:07 am
aquabean: (He's stoked.)
Firstly, [livejournal.com profile] snowyheart made me glorious Gojyo icons for [livejournal.com profile] urusai_already and I've finally got them up and I loooooove them. Love her too. *grin*

Secondly, I got Standies!** [livejournal.com profile] karose is a lovely, brilliant, wonderfully talented lady and my standies are so cute. Hee! I promise pictures as soon as I dig my camera out of the box it's hiding in down stairs. Or...*ponders* it maybe in that laundry basket...Huh. Well, there'll be pictures of the standies in their new home as soon as I figure how where the camera is period. Heh.

*glomps you both* You guys rock!

**I would have mentioned getting them last night when I actually had brief access to IM but I didn't know they'd arrived until right as I was leaving.

Me: *yelling from the living room* Okay, finally going now. Love you!
Mama: *yelling back from her bedroom* Drive safe! Call me when you get home.
Me: *amused* Mom, I live 20minutes away.
Dad: *from under the bed covers* Did you get your mail?
Me: *giving up on yelling and going to their room* There's mail?
Dad: Yeah, *finally sticks head out, barely* on the table somewhere.
Me: Oh. *goes to look, finds one envelope and a small package* Hey, there is!
Dad: Why are people sending you stuff?
Me: Well, one's a birthday care from Bear.
Dad: Oh. People sent you stuff on your birthday?
Me: *laughing* Yeah. You guys are giving me a hundred dollars.
Dad: We are? *looks to my mom, who's just watching in silent amusement* We are?
Mama: *amused exasperation* You knew this.
Me: You're giving me money for my plane ticket.
Mama: *long suffering* Well, she didn't want the vacuum clean--
Me: You already gave me the old one!
Dad: 'S true. How many vacuums can a three room house need?
Mama: You didn't even know we were giving her anything.
Dad: Yeah, but I remembered she had mail.


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