.. and i'm not talking about the kind that pops up in your inbox more times than you could wish for. I'm talking about SPAM. Yeah, that's right! You got it! That fantastic salty hunk of meat? that comes in a tin.

Surprising as it may seem, I was never in LOVE with Spam. I haven't had too many cravings since I got pregnant. Mainly just fruits and fresh vegetables. Meat is something I almost never crave. Crave is an understatement actually. I've been loathing meat. BUT! I woke up today with this strong craving for Spam. Spam and rice. Spam and eggs. Spam in jjigae. Jjigae is the korean word for stew. As you know, spam is rich in sodium.. and probably every other bad thing you can think of. Plus hot dogs, and deli meat are all off limits for the next few months. So, I can cross Spam right off my list. I don't think i've ever wanted a hot dog so bad. I mean for me to crave Spam. Whoa! Speaking of which ...

Ode to Spam

I have a bit of fat, a mere 16 grams
I'm not quite beef and not quite ham
Take a good while, can you guess what I am?
I'm that marvelous thing, we all call Spam

In a bowl or on a plate
By yourself or with a date
I'm that stuff that sure tastes great
But, the store is closing so don't be late

When you're out you'll have to stop
To grab a tin at the shop
For there is nothing that can top
Spam in kimchi bokkeum bap

Whether the President or a stripper
For my meat, you'll be a sucker
And with kimchi jjigae, you'll start to pucker
As you throw me in that *ucker

And now you go to heat the pan
You peel the lid back from my can
And yell, "Spam Spam Spam, you are the man
This little gook's your number one fan!

Happy Friday friends!

Cheers.

... come again some other day

As you can see, its a pretty gloomy day outside. The photo doesn't show actual rainfall, but trust me its coming. I'm usually a huge fan of rain but pregnancy has gotten me a bit moody. It's another long day for Jon. He's on a show called Hostages and will be working well through the night. If I'm lucky he'll be home by three in the morning.

I have my pup to keep me company. He's definitely a handful. Mochi's only 11 months now. He's a free spirit, my Mochi. When he's not barking or causing trouble, pup's attempting to gnaw off my toe.


Hence, the Taekwondo outfit
It amazes me that out of all his toys we bought him. Keyword: Bought. He still favors his old leftover empty Powerade bottle. He kicks it around all day. Chasing and pouncing. A Day in the Life of Mochi: Eat . Play. Love. This too could be a major motion picture. Hollywood, get at me!


With hubby at work, Mochi on my toe, and the rain steadily drizzling.. my mind starts to wander. These days the rain always brings about mixed emotions. Primarily about wifedom and motherhood. It's days like these I wish my mom and granny haven't moved away. (But, i'll save that for another day)

Why is it that we remember the most seemingly consequential things in life?

Because ultimately, its the small things that matter. Am I correct? Our little world is built on the relationships that exist within ourselves and the people, objects, and events that swirl chaotically around. The best of us recognize and acknowledge these peculiarities as the "human" force in human nature and social activities. A touch, a kiss, a heartfelt letter, a simple hello, a warm smile.

The worst of us takes things for granted. Completely selfish and self indulgent. This is usually accompanied by an oversized ego. Often spoiled like there is no tomorrow. Yes, you know what I'm talking about. I try to be patient. Yet, I realize I am often one too.

Let's face it. Life, though sweet, is by far from perfect. I live for the days that make my heart flutter. All this while reminding myself that there is no way I can make a difference in the world if I, myself, cannot seem to change.

Fill your thoughts and life with happiness for life as you know it is just too short for petty drama.

Cheers.

17 weeks pregnant.
This is our first pregnancy and Jon and I cannot be any more excited!!!

My pregnancy so far, I think, has been pretty manageable. Besides the short duration of morning sickness a month or so into my pregnancy, I've been feeling quite content. Lately I'm super tired all the time. Almost to the point where the minute I sit down.. I doze off. My belly has finally popped and I now feel tightness or pressure around my abdominal area. I can't complain, I've got no right. My wonderful hubby has been doing everything he can for me. Busy with long hours at work and taking care of things around the house, he still finds the time to pamper me. Oh and our little bohk-soong-ah gets a story or chat from daddy every night.

*bohk-soong-ah means "peach" in Korean and this is what we call our little bun in the oven.

But all this..It's got me thinking about where I am now in life. It literally feels like it was just yesterday I was trying to make sense of both my economics final and my relationship at the time. Both seemed hopeless. I can't speak for my final but as far as my love life, I did all right.. and RAN! You see, I had this little checklist I wrote out to myself to make sure I wasn't being blinded by love.


You see, there are three things I hope I survive in lifetime

1. jumping from a plane flying over five thousand feet in the air
2. letting a gallstone the size of a small bowling ball pass through me
3. meeting the one person in the world that will ever see me for who I am inside and out

I thought to myself the first two items on this list are highly attainable. Whether I'm conscious or unconscious, that's another thing. But if the third thing ever happened, it was preferably wiser that I was conscious of what was going on. So I came up with this mental checklist for all my senses in order to aid me in recognizing such an occasion should it occur.

Though I have no use for it anymore, seeing that I've found the love of my life, maybe, just maybe, it'll be of some use to you.


Checklist

- Is my vision flawed to the point where I can't make out shapes or sizes? Or is it so dark I can't accurately depict facial features?

- Are my ears buzzing from an excessive volume of earth-shaking sounds in a crowded smoke filled area?

- Have I consumed anything within the past 24 hours that tasted funny?

- Have I inhaled anything within the past 24 hours that normal people usually don't?

- Am I legally impaired and discouraged not to drive according to provincial laws?

- Is my heart fluttering for any other reason than medicine related?

- Did I just recently escape a traumatic experience due to the efforts of the person standing in front of me?

- Am I still crying, cursing, or plotting revenge against my last significant other?

- Was my last meaningful relationship so long ago that there was another president in office?

- Are the voices of telemarketers starting to sound remotely appealing, am I anticipating their calls?

- Is this the first person I've seen since I was last stranded on a deserted island (or anywhere else that has a population of less than two)?

- Did CNN just report a meteorite will collide with planet Earth in the next 24 hours or so?

Proceed to apply these same questions to the other person. With this simple checklist in mind you'll have a more accurate way of determining whether item three is in fact happening and not merely a false alarm resulting from any one of the above heightened conditions.

I hope this will mean the difference between crying from joy at your wedding and lamenting before a judge in the most pathetic divorce case ever.

Cheers.