Holy Water, Holy... (crap)

I am not gonna lie, this hasn't been my best year. So to much of my mother's concern for my well being and future (more like my love life) she encourages me to go see our monk and get blessed with holy water yet again. Yes, this is my 2nd time this year, 3rd time in a year and half to be exact. Third time better be the charm. My monk not only gives blessings, he also has the gift of predicting my future so of course I also learned my fate and was requested to come back next year for another blessing. Enough said.
If I was suicidal seeing my monk that day wouldn't have been a great idea. But I have to say it is funny how we came to the temple with hope and faith and left the temple sort of disappointed and wet because this time I wasn't just sprinkled with holy water, I was showered with it.
My mother really wants me to find a great man that will take care of me. I would like to meet a guy that will just love me for me. My sis thinks I am a snob because I only like one type of guy. I like my coffee with soy milk and no sugar. That's just the way it is. I'd rather be alone than settle for less. No holy water will change that. And my little sis has no opinion about the state of my love life but she is handling her own through an online fortune teller. I love her.

In a nut shell

My weekend:
I saw the movie Miss Potter (a sorta biography of the author of the childrens' book Peter Rabbit). I have decided I am Miss Potter.

I took my 3 year old nephew to the Orange County Fair. When we pulled up in the parking lot he thought we were at Disney Land. I explained that we are not but he was truly convinced I took him to Disney Land-hey whatever makes him happy. This Disney Land is much cheaper and closer. Fed him all the sugar and returned him to his mother :0)
Aunty T-T, that is me.

Spent a day in LA. Put my Interior Architecture and Design degree to work and helped a friend furnish his condo. Discovered he is my twin. Had Escorgot and Cappaccio at a fab french restaurant. Learned that beer and Escargot does not mix. Realized I am living in the wrong city. Love L.A.

Re-arranged my home office/studio again in attempt to find the right arrangement that will enable me to focus and study for the test in August. So far it hasn't work. But the room looks great. Instead I had some red wine that I opened almost a week ago on the balcony. I never let any wine go to waste. So what if it was opened a week ago? There are starving children out there! And now its Monday.

Mine & Emerson's lifes mission:

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children-(well if I could consistently win the affections of my nephews then that is enough for me)
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others,
To love selflessly and live spherically in many directions,
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;to know even one life has breathed easier because you lived. This is to have succeeded.

Heartbreaks and Chocolate Cakes

LS came to me with her first heartbreak.
She's seen me go through them before. And they are not a pretty sight for anyone. And then I moved on to more bad dates and heartbreaks so of course to her I must have the cure. Its a hard thing to see your little sis heart broken. I just want to punch the boy that made her cry. But this time I cant just put a band aid over it and give her some bubble gum and make it all better. I had no answer. I should have the answer because I am the big sis but I didn't.But quite honestly I was surprised that she came to me. I am not that graceful with my own broken heart. I was honored in some way but I had no secret cure. Only chocolate cake and two forks.

With my first real heart break I called BS everyday crying. There was nothing she could do either. We just bashed the guy together and talked about the usual- you are lucky you got out now thing until one day it didn't hurt so much anymore. And then I discovered Charles Shaw (I was a student), chocolate cake and then a new boy :)
At least LS has two Big Sister's. I bake the cake and the other Big Sis can do the rest.

Its really easy...a cup of coffee & a boyfriend

While I prefer bad dates and heartbreaks, for BS getting boyfriends was as easy as getting a cup of coffee in the morning- actually she probably grabbed a boyfriend with her latte. Yes, its that easy. Why don't you just get a boyfriend she asks?.....
If I could just give you a kidney to have it be that easy as it was for you Big Sis, trust me, my kidney is all yours!

Her advice on dating is a bit outdated at times since she dated in the 80's and of course not really dated-just had boyfriends (cause that's what normal people do) and now that it is 2009 things have changed a bit. With the invention of automatic car door lock and unlock with a press of a button and sliding doors guys don't really feel the need to open doors anymore which leads to other things they don't feel the need to do anymore now that this "womens independence" stance has led them to try less. So BS's advice on how to get a boyfriend probably won't work in 2009 or 2010 or my entire dating life but I think she gives sound advice when I do find myself in a relationship. Advice on getting one: negative. Advice on keeping a happy one- helpful.

But I am not in one or nowhere near one. And thats not a bad thing either. Trust me.

Size 7 (stiletto) Vs. a fierce 5 1/2 (red 80's pumps)

I feel like when you are the middle child you really have to fight harder to be an individual. To be remembered as one. Growing up I wanted to be my sister so bad. I wanted BS's(Big Sis) approval in every thing I did and everyone wanted me to be something like her too. Strong, independent and smart. I'm not sure how I am doing in following her footsteps. All I know is I wear a 7 in Women's shoes and she's a petite thing of 5 1/2.

She may have small feet and a bit out dated sense of style but she has set some challenging paths with her size 5 1/2 feet dressed in red 80's pumps that I just don't know if I can live up to even if my feet is bigger and dressed in Stilettos.

I want a family and a loving husband and a house in the suburbs just like BS but I honestly fear that I don't know what I will be blessed with if any at all. For now I live vicariously in my stilettos.

Stuck in the Middle

I like to believe that being the middle child has its perks-you get to boss your little sister and still reap the benefits of being a younger sister. Expectations aren't set as high as it is for your "first" born because hey-if you screw up the second one, there is always that third precious child to make the come back and save the family name. So this is me. The middle child. I wouldn't be as harsh to myself and consider myself a screw up in any way...I am referred to as the "special" child. And Damn straight I am special!

I am the tallest of the three, a heaping 5'4". I look nothing like my two sisters and is an artist at heart (went to art school) but I don't like to limit myself to such titles as just an "artist". I am more of a Jack of All Trades..or Jack who can't decide on a trade...

I am grateful for my siblings. Even if I am stuck in the middle. Even if I feel like I have failed in some ways as a sister. My siblings have molded me into who I am: a bit quirky, very sentimental and very indecisive. What I've learned so far being a Middle Sister is that playing the role as little sister and a big sister I am constantly seeking approval from both. I want both to be happy and proud of me. And consequently I strive for that from everyone too. And more often than not at the end of the day I don't really know who I am suppose to be. All I know is that I am fiercely loyal, hate conflicts and live by the motto "Do good and good will come to you" (although I F*ing hate it sometimes) because it seems lately like all the good is sucked out of me like a thirsty newborn and all bad seems to be projecting at me like vomit as a thank you.