Tuesday, September 11, 2012


I was in seventh grade when I heard about the devastating event of the Twin Towers in New York. The memories I have of the incident are so dull. I was sitting in History class. Unbeknownst to what was happening, Mrs. R turned on the TV. I remember the small screen displaying live feed from New York. Smoke and flames filled it up. I was afraid, but unaware of how big of an issue the incident really was.

Two months ago, in July, I went to New York for the first time in my life. I made sure Ground Zero would be a part of my "To see" during my trip. Unfortunately, time was tight so I was unable to actually see the memorial pool. I was able to snap a few photos of the "scene" and the ongoing process of the new towers that were being built to be taller and stronger than before. In the corner of one street was a closed out area. A small window was provided for people to peek through and see the evidence of what was left behind from the horrific incident. Literally standing in the area where it all happened was so overwhelming. It all felt so surreal.

I have paid my respect every year to the lost ones of 9.11. However, this year felt different. While listening to the radio this morning, they played audio clips of phone calls and live reports. I was sensitive to the subject before, but this year was different. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. Perhaps because I have a live memory of the surroundings. I stepped foot in the area. As the audio clips were playing, I pictured myself in the are with them witnessing the entire thing. Of course I cannot even begin to imagine the imagery, horror, and helplessness they all felt; but have seen a small fraction of the little evidence that was left, it hurt enough to feel some pain.

Although I have no personal relation to anyone who fell victim of the September 11, 2001 attack, my heart, thoughts, and prayers truly and whole heartily go out to those who lost their lives or a loved one in the incident. God bless.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

A Sweet Taste of my Culture.

I have been so busy with everything going on in life, I finally found some extra time Friday morning. I baked the cake and made the marshmallow fondant the night before. I bought white already-made fondant from the store just in case I did not make enough. In the end, I ended up using only the store bought one. That was fine by me, because yay, time for another baking project!

I screwed up a little part of it. After I placed the base fondant on the cake, I realized I forgot to add color in to make it purple. I had to brush it on using food coloring and a tiny bit of water. That is why the base is glossy. The other colors are fine because I remembered to add the color in and re-kneaded it. Other than that, I am prettyhappy with the end results. Not too shabby for it being my first time using fondant full-on to design cake. I've used it before to decorate cupcakes, but not a full round cake. My cousin, Chia, is decorating a Hmong-inspired cake for her little sister's birthday. Friday was practice for me and to help give her an idea of what she may like to add to her design.

The Great Minnesota Get-Together

The MN State Fair was superb. I attended the worth-every-penny annual event three times this year. Me, the Boyfriend, and my cousins. We abused our bodies and ate just about anything that we salivated to. We had our regulars, to name a few; cheese curds, corn dog, cheese on a stick, cookies, beer.... There were a few new food options this year. We tried out the ones that intrigued our hungry souls. The one I absolutely enjoyed the most was the red-velvet funnel cake. Most people who know me well know I love sweets. Even so, I usually cannot finish a regular funnel cake. Delicious, but too much. However, I devoured the red-velvet funnel cake. Everything about it was so perfect.

Aside from all the food binge, the Boyfriend decided to play an arcade game. It was $1 per game. Four dollars later we got an i-pad!!! It was awesome! I forget the name of the game he played, but basically he had to perfectly align the "key" into the "key-hole." One little touch of it not being perfectly aligned would sensor it and the key would bounce back. Wow, were we lucky!

Friday, August 24, 2012


After a long day of work yesterday, I went over to Rachel's. She took me over to her barn where I met Outlaw. He is such a beauty. We did a small photo shoot. I am pleased with the session. I had a great time. The first time I touched a horse and rode one was in fifth grade; this updated experience was delightful. I thanked Rachel for giving me the opportunity to take their pictures and allowing me to meet her lovely horse.

Here I am with Outlaw. He is so gorgeous!

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Life's Like This.

This is not the typical post that I would publish onto my blog, but I just wanted to share this life learning experience.

Family and friends are essential in ones life. You wish nothing but happiness and good health to them and theirs. It's not everyday that I walk down the long, white hallway and smell the strong scent of antiseptic and rubber gloves. In 2009 my little brother was in the hospital for appendicitis. I stayed with him every chance I could, whether it be overnight or for a good chunk of the day. He had a speedey recovery and continues to be active in the things he enjoy. I am thankful that we did not wait too long, his appendix would have burst and matters would be worse.

It was early July, Friday the thirteenth, 2012. Just like any other day; the girls text each other to see what the plans were for the weekend. None of us allowed "Friday the 13th" to spook us or ruin our day/night. This particular Friday was different. Mid-afternoon I received a text message from MB saying that MS was in the hospital, ICU, for kidney failure. I was in shock, but unaware of how serious this was. The reality of it did not hit me. We canceled all plans for the night and made it a priority to go visit MS. She drove herself to the hospital early that morning. As I walked in and saw MS sitting there on the hospital bed, I began to cry with her. I managed to force out four words, "I got you something." I handed her the plush sheep and card that I bought earlier. I wrote something along the lines of, "I hope this lamb will help you sleep well. Get well soon." Other than that, I was unable to find the strength to speak. After I recollected myself and wiped my tears, I asked how she was doing. Hearing about her other possible health issues and medication process made the entire situation felt so surreal.

The girls and I could not get over the fact that our friend was lying their. MS is such a strong individual. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain and hopelessness she felt. Her strong willed spirit helped with the recovery. Despite the fact that she will consistently need to go in for check-ups, I know she will continue to be the happy, wonderful, strong, optimistic person that she is. <333

I've learned to appreciate the little things in my life a lot more. You never know what could happen within the next 24 hours, minute, or seconds. Although we like to create a narrative story in our mind; putting things together and hope it all turns out right, sometimes it doesn't. We live and learn. I have learned to appreciate the small gestures and things in life. I have learned to be thankful for everything and everyone. I appreciate all the people I've encountered thus far. They've impacted me in many different ways. God is good, all the time

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

East Coast.

I took a ten-day vacation to the East Coast in July. The girls and I spent two nights in the lovely, "New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of." I wish we could have spent more time there. We spent seven days in Massachusetts. For that reason alone, everything to see and try out in NYC was jammed back to back. We did not have a lot of time to observe everything thoroughly. Nonetheless, the city was wonderful. Although I grew up a "city-chic", NYC was pretty overwhelming, maybe because we had to cram everything within two days. Round two next year?! I think, yes! :)

This summer was my second time in Boston Massachusetts. Lovely like how I remembered it to be. We also spent three nights in a small town named Hull, MA. The girls and I stayed with our aunt, uncle, and their kids. They were so welcoming! I cannot thank them enough for their hospitality. Hull was amazing! We laid on the sand and swam in the ocean for a majority of the time we were there. I got tan and I love it. I love that vacation glow! Aunt and uncle lives one block away from the private beach area, so it was less crowded and more comfortable. I miss the ocean.

On a lighter note, I will post miscellaneous pictures from my trip in another post. For the moment, here is a photo of some cute finds I purcahsed during the vacation.

Ok, I lied.

In an earlier post I stated that I would do my best to post current events and purchases. Clearly, I failed. Anyway, as far as purchases and such, here are a few DIY collar necklaces I have attempted over the past couple of months.