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Today I walked 8,098 steps. The heels of my feet are sore from all the walking I did at a county fair, but I’m glad I was able to make some fun memories with my little bean before she starts kindergarten next month. My, oh my how time is zooming by so fast.
So, I went to a county fair today, & I realized my family are just not cut out for these types of events. We don’t particularly enjoy the amusement park rides, not even the slow ones for little kids. We are not interested in winning any of the Chinese knockoff prizes at the carnival games. Also, we have no interest in eating the highly overpriced, double fried, greasy, calorie-busting food.
We went at the invitation of our closest friends, so all of our kids could spend more time together. The kids had the most fun out of all of us. Jian, our little bean & I are pooped. I wish I had an electric foot massager, but mostly, I wish my little bean hadn’t lost her favorite lucky necklace today…the one from her dad that traveled all the way from China with the most beautiful backstory.
Where would you go on a shopping spree?
Of course, you can probably guess what I would say. I am so predictable. I would go on a shopping spree in Japan, like, ALL OVER JAPAN. If the term ‘shopping spree’ included shopping around for airline tickets, hotel rooms, and various modes of transportation, then I would shop in all the Japan cities I’ve dreamt of visiting. If I was only limited to one city, then I would choose Tokyo.
Tokyo is the main hub where Jian & I shop the most. When we are in Tokyo with our little bean (currency conversion permitting), we tend to go nuts on shopping. Tokyo is the epicenter of all our absolute favorite brands and stores. We could spend an entire month in Tokyo going on a shopping spree & still not even get everything we wanted. Also, as my child has gotten older, become more aware, & has been able to appreciate & understand things more, she has also developed her own love of brands & stores in Tokyo.
Geez, just thinking about an absolute shopping spree, supposing the cost was not coming out of our own pockets (aka paid for by someone else), & there was no spending limit, sounds extremely enticing. Also, being the ever-generous person that I am, I can already imagine myself going hog wild on buying a shit ton of gifts for friends & family. All day long, I’d carry around a 5 pound bag of coins, just so I could go balls out on all the capsule machines.
Of course, I would have to throw a wet blanket on a lighthearted, what-if scenario, & bring up my personal elephant in the room. All this time that I am imagining a wild & carefree shopping spree, I can’t help but think about over-consumption & the big questions looming over my head, “Where am I going to put all of my purchases once I get home?” “How am I going to store everything?” I don’t want to waste anything. What the fuck. I’m going to end this here before I get too deep. Cha-ching & Cheers. 💰
Song of the day:
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
I once had to write a short essay in my high school Spanish class about how my parents chose my given name & why, then read the story aloud to the class. So, I asked my dad who was sitting at his home office desk after dinner, how he chose my name. & why.
I should preface this by saying my dad was under the influence of a few glasses of post-dinner vodka. Yup, my dad was not quite sober when I decided to ask him a very serious question for my school homework assignment.
I couldn’t believe how he could try to keep a straight face while giving me a completely bullshit answer. As I kept asking him if what he was saying was the truth, he started cracking up. What was the story he made up about the origin of my name? Well let me tell you it was weird.
Let me start by saying if you’ve been paying attention to my username/handle, & you know an intermediate amount of Japanese vocabulary, then you can pretty much guess what my name is (or at least half of it). So, my name sounds like a Spanish name, but my family has no ties to any sort of Spanish culture or ethnicity. My entire family tree is as oriental as you can get. However, when my dad immigrated to the United States, he landed in San Antonio, Texas & immediately fell in love with Tex-Mex culture. That’s probably the real reason he chose a Spanish-sounding name for me. The story he told me?
Well, well, well. My dad (who had been a banker his entire professional career), told me that the first known lesbian he ever worked with had that first name. He went on to say he greatly admired that coworker (but did not elaborate on why), & that he liked the sound of her name, so he chose it for my name when I was born.
No matter how many times I asked him to tell me the truth, he stuck to that story. I even asked my mom if she knew why my given name was chosen, & she had no clue whatsoever. All she could say was that she let my dad pick my name at birth. I don’t know why I never questioned my dad again about it. Was it pure laziness on my part? Most likely. Was it a bullshit story made up by a man whose liver was soaked in a potato-based alcohol? Absolutely.
I ended up using that story for my homework assignment, but I embellished the story a little bit, mostly to fit the length requirement of the essay. I don’t remember what I wrote or what I ended up saying in front of my classmates, but I do remember my utter embarrassment in having to use that as my name origin story.
My dad has been out of the picture for 14 years now. So, I guess I will never know the true story of how I got my given name. That’s ok, though. I have kind of grown into liking my dad’s made-up farce of a backstory. It’s quirky, & that’s kind of cool. That’s all. Until the next one, cheers.
Song of the day:
Rabbits & Foxes 
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