Pictures from fashion & culinary expert Luxirare‘s sushi ritual.
Disposition for OCD: satisfied.
Pictures from fashion & culinary expert Luxirare‘s sushi ritual.
Disposition for OCD: satisfied.
A couple of weeks ago, I gathered up some information (how long I’ve been with Verizon Wireless, how much I spend per month, how I always pay my bill on time, and what other carriers are offering) and made a call to customer service.
“My current phone is DYING,” I pleaded. “I’ve taken it to the Verizon Store several times, and even performed two hard resets in the past month. I still need to restart it at least once a day to keep it running. I know I’m a few months away from my upgrade eligibility date, but is there any way you can move up that date for me?”
After some more begging (“My phone can’t even handle Candy Crush!”) and ass-kissing (“Verizon has the best network in the nation!”) and even a veiled threat (“So…how much will it be if I were to cancel my contract right now and switch to a different provider?”), a manager came on the line and voilà! I was granted an early upgrade!
(When I bragged to J about getting an early upgrade, he pouted, “What about me?” when he already has a kickass phone — an unlocked Galaxy Nexus — that is less than a year old. Still…CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. After an hour on the phone with T-Mobile, I was able to get him an unlocked Nexus 4 for $50. BOOYAH!)
I had been eyeing the original Samsung Galaxy Note ever since it was released in early 2012 because I hate most soft keyboards. These days, physical keyboards only seem to accompany crappy phones; I figured a stylus would be a nice compromise. The HUGE size was attractive to my fat clumsy fingers as well.
(I’ve been noticing that the older I got, the larger I preferred my gadgets. Has this happened to anyone else?)
So when Samsung announced the Galaxy Note II. AND that it would be available on Verizon…
It’s probably obvious by now which phone I ended up getting. (Also, the title of this post. Duh.)
Oh, Galaxy Note II, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and blah blah blah…
Who cares how the sonnet ends, because I FRICKIN LOVE THIS PHONE!!!
I will not be going on the specs nor analyzing the phone’s performance here. I trust that anyone with access to Google can easily obtain that information.
What I will be doing is to highlight my favorite features of the phone, talk about my favorite accessories, and address the biggest issue that concerns most consumers about the Note II. Continue reading »
I’ve been on a beauty kick lately.
I’m not sure why, because it’s not like I go anywhere that would require my getting decked out and putting my best face forward.
But I’ve been finding myself
styling brushing my hair and putting on makeup more often. Even if it’s just a short stroll to the grocery store in my yoga pants.
So when I came across this contouring chart from famed makeup artist Jordan Liberty, I knew that I had to share it with you guys. It is THE most comprehensive — and easy-to-follow! — facial contouring chart I’ve ever seen.
The chart accompanies the contouring video below. Man, what I would’t give to have a professional makeup artist do my face every day!
And, just because I like being a tease…
I have an exciting beauty-related giveaway going live this Friday! What do you think it’ll be? What do you HOPE it’ll be?
This is the very first time that a dress — or three dresses, in this case — has made me excited about what just debuted at a major fashion show. Not only do they beautifully, gracefully convert into new dresses, all six designs are wearable and not bad-looking at all! (The third one is my fav!)
I doubt that I could pull these off though. Because in order to take full advantage of these transformative garments, you’d need to be nonchalantly doing the catwalk sashay while the dress unfurls around you. AND you’d need to be making the transforming sound effects from Transformers. And I doubt I can do both without making a complete idiot of myself.
Check out the full video of the show below!
Last year, I had an unfortunate accident which led to a herniated disc in my neck. I obviously could not take care of both girls by myself with the injury and its corresponding treatments; I ended up staying at my parents’ in the suburbs for almost 2 months so that they and my sister could help me on my road to recovery.
Once I recuperated I remember returning home to a cold, dark place that — for a lack of a better word — was a complete pigsty. J sheepishly confessed, “I didn’t realize just how much work you do around the house until you were gone.”
I have been replaying that phrase over and over again in my head this past week. Only this time, it applies to my husband, not myself.
As stated in an earlier post, J is currently visiting Hong Kong. With travel time, he will have been gone a total of 10 days.
To the outsider, our home looks relatively normal — which is to say that it’s nowhere near as put-together and tidy as I’d like (the way it was avant les enfants), but it’s cozy and comfortably cluttered. The dishes are clean, the laundry washed and folded, and while the refrigerator isn’t as full as I would like, the average person would not be able to tell, just by looking, that a member of the family has away for so long.
But it feels different.
An unsettling, uneasy sense that something is missing.
(from the book The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein)
It’s become obvious to me that my primary forms of contribution to our household are more visible, and perhaps more noticeable, especially to outsiders. Meanwhile, J’s contributions — when you take away the work he does to financially support the family — are more intimate, particularly evident at times of need. Kind of like an extra shot of espresso or even a second line of defense.
It’s just like what J said to me last year about my absence: I didn’t realize just how much my husband does for this household until he was gone.
Like so many others before me, I had been taking my loved one for granted.
I need to remember how lucky I am to have such a supportive husband. I need to remember how involved he was with both my pregnancies, accompanying me to every doctor’s appointment and WANTING to make the middle-of-the-night grocery runs to satisfy my cravings.
Neither of my pregnancies were easy, with multiple trips to the ER, doctor-ordered bedrests, emergency surgery, and so forth. J held my hand through it all and picked up on the housework, cooking, and errands. He worked from home on numerous occasions (and for an entire 1½ weeks after my surgery), juggling conference calls, managing his staff, etc. while taking care of Claire and tending to my needs.
He voluntarily took on all nighttime AND early morning baby duties for Claire the entire time I was pregnant with Aerin, and continues to help me with them…a full 16 months after the birth of our second child.
When he comes home from work, no matter how exhausted he must be, he smothers the girls with hugs and kisses and entertaining stunts, whispering to me, “I got them. You go take a relaxing bath.”
Nevermind Aerin’s expression here…this picture will always
remain one of my all-time favorites.
Whenever I feel useless that I no longer support the household financially, he tells me that raising our children, in addition to keeping myself healthy and happy for the sake of them, is my job now and he considers that a more important role than his role as the breadwinner of the family.
He continues to put us first, always reminding me that without us, there would be no Claire and Aerin.
He pushed me to book tickets for my friend’s wedding in LA last fall, saying I haven’t seen this group of friends in so long and that I deserved a vacation. There’s also my sister’s bachelorette party weekend in Montreal later this month, which my husband insisted I attend because “She’s your SISTER. I got the girls. GO. HAVE. FUN.”
So yes, I feel like an asshat for not always remembering all that he does. For only realizing how lucky I am to have such a great man by my side when others complain about how their husbands groan about having to take care of the kids, or barely lifting a finger to help out around the house.
(Not to say that all my girlfriends have asshole husbands — but there’s always a bad apple or two in every bunch, no?)
And in this case, I definitely feel like an asshat because he’s away and I’m missing him not only for his help, but for his presence and being
J only came to the U.S. to attend college. His plan was to return to Hong Kong after school and live out the rest of his adult life in his native city and country. I know that the only reason he stayed here was because of me, and I’ve always felt a bit guilty about this.
But when I ask him if he wants to go back to Asia where so many of his friends still remain, where the standard of living is a fraction of what it is here ($100/month for a full-time nanny who will also cooks? What?!?) — a place he misses dearly for its culture, food, and nightlife —
He tells me no.
The reasoning? In Asia, office workers tend to work a lot longer hours than here in the states. It’s common to work 14-16 hours a day and go into the office on weekends too. J says that he would not be able to handle those hours. Not because he’s a lazy worker, but because he says he would miss us too much.
There are times when I know my husband is BS’ing to make himself look better. (And believe me; with his ego, he does this more often than not.)
This is not one of those times.
This time, I know he tells the truth.
And once more, I know I’ve snagged a good one.