Korean Camp rides again

I'm volunteering at Korean Camp this year. I'm in the kitchen. It's kicking my ass. I made LITERALLY 3200 cups of rice yesterday. Today. I made more.

It's Claire's first year and she wasn't thrilled about going. Until after the first day, when she declared for all, "I LOVE CAMP!!!" So that's that.

I'm in the kitchen again tomorrow. I will have most likely made rice for every adopted Korean kid in Minnesota if not the whole Midwest. I hate rice. I hate washing rice. I hate scooping rice. I hate cooking rice. I hate serving rice. I hate eating rice. I.HATE.RICE.

The kitchen coordinator called me and my girlfriend, who also happens to be adopted Korean, the "Rice girls". I told him, "THIS is the only place you can call me that without me kicking you in the groin." I think he laughed. I know I did.

And it starts all again tomorrow. There'll be more later...but I'm so tired. I'm going to bed. To probably dream about stupid rice.

I did it!

I finally cut my hair. It's been 2 1/2 years of long black hair. And now it's gone. In one quick clip of the scissors. Over a foot and a half of hair...goodbye. And now....back to short. I like it. Not short, dude, short. But short.

Here it is.

Green eyed Monster rears it's ugly head!

Today I was friended by a VERY old friend on facebook. Ugh. We were more like kid friends growing up, then enemies during puberty, and ended up at the same college, where we made nice and went on with our lives. We were friends since age birth. We were adopted at the same time, and our families spent a lot of time together when we were kids.

She was the bain of my existence from age 14 to about 18. We loathed each other. A lot. We battled for the same kind of boy. We went to rival high schools. We were both cheerleaders. And we just about looked the same.

Cut to now. Haven't heard from or seen this woman in almost 15 years. And there it was. Not how I wanted to open my day. Friend request from so and so. Ugh. And she's gorgeous. And skinny and gorgeous. I think I went back into the loathing her stage. Ha ha...seriously. I hate her.

She's a fancy pants apparently. Big job. Big money. Living the big life in the big city. I mean.....I live in the big city. The big city of St. Paul Minnesota. Ha..take THAT fancy pants bigtime.

But I'm happy for her. She's just had a child. The baby is beautiful. And that's where it ends. Cause that bitch is gorgeous. Did I mention that?

*if you think this post is about you. It's not. What was that Carly Simon song again?

Today was a good day

I went to the beach today with Ryan and Claire. Miles was at a friend's house.
I got sunburned. I'm Korean. That doesn't usually happen. It's been hot here. But seriously. That doesn't usually happen.