Of birthdays, weekend family trips, and really cute kids.
It was my Mom’s birthday last Sunday, so we decided to go on a little family road trip over the long weekend to Kingston and Montreal. And by family road trip, I really mean me, my mom, my stepdad, and a seven car entourage of close family friends.
With thirty-two of us traveling together, you can pretty much imagine just how we invaded the two cities ;). I’m not really sure how we managed it, but thanks to Bassez the GPS, a lot of radio walkie talkies, copious amounts of Doritos and rice cakes, and Seth Cohen the iPod, we survived the weekend.
Warning: picture obesity after the cut, yo.
This one time, in the first grade, I totally learned how to spell.
Homeslice. You are not getting payed, okay? You’re getting paid. Didn’t you listen to NSYNC? Because, dude, I’m pretty sure they definitely had a song about it.
Also? No matter how many times you say it, you will never, ever, get layed (unless you’re a part of the poultry family, and suddenly developed an affinity for clucking). Though, for your sake, I do hope you get laid soon.
K?
Thxbai.
Why you should probably never add your Mom on Facebook.
My Mom is quite the Internet savvy person - well, at least, in comparison to other Moms, that is. She knows about Flickr, Facebook, Friendster, Twitter, Myspace, and a whole bunch of other social networking sites. She knows how domains work, and she even knows a bit of (very) basic HTML. Most of the time, I’m pretty proud that I have such an awesomesauce Mom.
But sometimes, I can’t help but wish that she was more like the other 90% of the Asian Mom contingency, who’s never even heard of Facebook. Because that way, we would never, ever, have had a phone conversation that went like this:
Mom: Why is it that you liked Budapest so much again?
Me: Hmm…I liked the Opera House a lot. And I guess just the architecture in general. Yeah, I really liked the architecture.
Mom: Really?
Me: Yeah, for sure.
Mom: So it has nothing to do with that boy, then?
Me: Erm, what boy?
Mom: The one who looks like Heath Ledger. You know, the one who was licking Tequila from your neck?
Me: Durr…
Mom: You got tagged on some interesting pictures here, Sweetheart.
Me: Erm…
Mom: Architecture. So that’s what they’re calling it these days.
Awkward.
Just. Awkward.







