Saturday, July 30, 2011

Lil Mama Stay Fly (I Love Your Girl)

Phia's Mom (has got it goin on)
I know guys, I know. I have been slacking. It's been almost a full month since I last posted, but I have a good reason! The clouds parted, and on a a rainbow sunbeam landed Mak Om, Phia's mom. She kicks ass, takes names, then forgets the ones that aren't important. Here my top 5 legitimizing reasons for having such a huge lady crush on Mak:

1. THE FOOD. She's like a vending machine, but with better food, and it also encourages you to eat, and tells you about the food it gives you. She worries if I don't eat. She encourages me to eat. Often. She cooks all kinds of stuff. She encourages me to eat. Food everywhere.

ALL

THE

TIME.
                                                                                       

2. She's a doer. This lady is all about getting stuff done. This is something I can appreciate, because I have been known to be very active in short, intense spurts. Her first day here, she had the faucet changed. A week in, she had a leaky bidet hose (yeah I don't wanna talk about it) fixed. It's not enough that I just like these things because it's stuff happening (happening stuff is a "like" of mine), but these things really should have been changed. The faucet was one of those push down ones that slowly comes up, like in the beach bathroom because they don't want the beach bums (no offense to any homeless person who lives in a beach bathroom. We've all been there, even if only for the week of Fiesta or ASVT) to leave the faucets on and kill the whales. She walked in, said f*ck that, and now it's a normal twisty faucets that people with self control and attention spans are trusted to use. BAM.

3. She is some sort of repellent. Phia and I were having some problems with pest control for a while, and Mak has put an end to that. Nuff said. On a somewhat related note, I saw a moth (that's right, the evil butterfly's uglier and eviler cousin) as big as my index and ring finger next to each other. I do NOT have small hands. Just thinking about it makes me want to pee and puke. Anywhoo, I was left to believe that she removed it from our outer-door hallway area (I made Phia peek out the door while I held weapons a couple of feet behind her). Crisis averted.

4. She's from United. If you've talked to me lately, you've probably good how all things from "United" are good. United is Mak's way of saying "The (Mighty and Wonderful) United States of America". I thought that this lady is from Cambodia, she did not leave in the most desirable conditions, she built a successful life and a family in a new country, she must be happy to come back here and floss like a boss. No? She kind of hated not having her regular American conveniences? She's more patriotic than anyone I've ever met? Oh. Nothing is off-limits. Cherries, possible husbands for her daughters (there are 4, 3 are unmarried, all are goooooorg), cars, drivers, meat, packaged food, drinks, restaurants, furniture, strawberries, air... you name it. All of them are far better In United. Phia and I have been trying to tape some of these gems, so we can edit the video and send it to Obama. Lady deserves some sort of medal of honor or something...

5. No, really, she does. All the food and patriotism aside, Mak is super badass. I don't know how much you know about Cambodia's fairly recent past, not to mention this and this, but she's lived through it all, struggled through it all, seen it all. She's some sort of lady phoenix, rising and rising from the craziness of the world.

Of course, I miss my mom, and my family, but I couldn't ask for a better Mak than Mak.





Plus, you know, she encourages me to eat.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

this one is specifically for Phia and my sister...

I blew a super green booger out of my nose on Monday. The greenest I've ever seen from my nose, maybe ever in my life! Why was it so green?


Are there leprechauns in my nose? Happy 4th of July!