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Friday, June 19, 2009

I don't want to grow up



I might not want to grow up, but maybe some people should: I love this story from Politico. Sounds like someone needs to lay off the caffeine and practice a few deep breathing techniques. But for future reference, please refer to me only as Erin. Er, Ruby and, my personal favorite, Airhead, are not appreciated.

;) 

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My favorite childhood TV show and favorite current TV show combined. Does it get any better?!



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To celebrate her 25th birthday, Diana decided to have a big water balloon fight on the field behind our apartments. A looming thunderstorm couldn't keep us inside and the rain held off long enough for everyone to enjoy a few games ("egg" toss, relay and one massive free-for-all) and some delicious chocolate cake. Generally I don't like Korean cakes -- strange flavors and a weird texture -- but this one was delicious. Way to go, Paris Baguette. 

Defensive moves? Fighting! 

Waiting for the others...

Trying to light candles despite the wind.

Birthday girl is princess for a day.

The boys liked their noiseless blowers.

Action shot. Too bad I was about 2 seconds too early to catch the balloon exploding right in Randy's face. Missed the moment.

I have to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to go whitewater rafting somewhere in southern Korea. Funnnn!  

Also, my blog title reminds me that when I was a kid, I always wanted to go to Toys "R" Us. It had ads filled with princesses and flashy colors and a catchy theme song. But for some reason, I also remember never or rarely being allowed to shop there. Why was that? Of course, now I don't want to take my future kids there. Something about supporting a huge corporation that relies on sweatshop labor.... And what's with teaching kids that it's okay to spell "are" incorrectly? Seriously?! 

I also never got to go to Chuck E. Cheese but somehow was okay with that one, even back then. The whole "giant rat as an adorable mascot" really freaked me out -- and still does. 

It scares me to realize I'm slowly turning into my mother. And probably a little bit of my father, too. Eek! 

Official countdown to Australia: 8 days