Despite Little Miss Emimoo desperately trying to ruin my nights and dampen my good spirits through flying food and supersonic screechiness, a blood-filled tumor causing my middle finger to swell up and blush in various shades of purple, and a slew of other responsibilities competing for control of my sanity, I shall now share with you a few reasons why I am still relatively happy and giddy.
1. March Madness and the WBC
A little unknown fact about me: I love college basketball. I especially love The Big Dance every March, and I participate in an NCAA men's basketball tournament bracket pool every year. And every year I lose really badly. But this year will be different! I really feel like I have it in the bag this time. Click through to see it full-size and please ignore all the red already:
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| From Bracket 2009 |
If your bracket does not look like mine, then you are going to lose. To ME.
And to put the icing on the professional sports spectator cake, part of this year's World Baseball Classic is being held in southern California! Last night I got to watch Korea vs. Japan at my parents' house. Let's just say that I was screaming and throwing dried squid at a Sony television when a Japanese pitcher hurled a fastball into the brain stem of one of our players. Then I got mad at my parents for buying a Sony instead of a Samsung. I get really, really, REALLY jingoistic when it comes to Korea vs. Japan on anything, and to a lesser extent, Korea vs. USA. I trash-talk and spew racist epithets like the Occupation and the Korean War are simultaneously still happening. Take it from my poor husband, who unfortunately is both Japanese and American, whose face gets all scratched up during World Cup, WBC, and Olympic years.
DAE HAN MIN GUK MAN SAE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Fruit Punch
I have recently rediscovered this magical elixir. Now they have all-juice varieties which aren't nearly as sketchy as the powdered Red Drink of my youth. But let's face it, all-natural crack is still crack. Lots of last-minute shit on your plate and you feel like you're going to cry, explode, or beat a bitch? Go to the fridge and take a hit. Instant sunshine and happiness. Don't give it to your kids, though, I think the shit causes cancer.
3. Unbelievably cute baby shoes, I HAZ DEM
If Emily is going to be a bratty 2-year-old, might as well have the shoes to match, right?
4. Spring Blossoms
All around the city, stone fruit trees are beginning to blossom. From the bright magenta of the peach trees to the whisper pink of the almond trees, petals are bursting from lifeless branches. Mother Nature absolutely pwns any human technology every spring. I can barely suppress my urges to burst out in song, like "SAKURA! SAKURA! YAYOI NO SORA WAAAAAAA!" but then I remember that I hate Japan right now.
5. Vicodin in Bed
Mommy's Little Helpers. The best thing about having a pyogenic granuloma on your finger is that it hurts so bad, doctors give you Vicodin. I don't go to sleep anymore without popping one. And it makes the nighttime Emily care so much more manageable. She wakes up about 4 times a night complaining about too much blanket, not enough blanket, too much snuggling, not enough snuggling, too much fluff in the pillow, you get the picture. I used to get mad, now I smile like the Virgen de Guadalupe and can honestly tell her she's such a good, beautiful, flower of a girl and Mama loves her, even as she kicks me in the face. Ah, the precious little moments of motherhood!
