Corn and Beans and Vegetables, Oh My!

Did you know there are corn, radishes, and beans growing around FVHS? Hidden between bushes and plants? EPIC

17 Candles

Since tomorrow and the next day will be crazy, this will do...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY!!

Spock

Live long and prosper

Star Trek = awesome

Chris Pine = gorgeous

Me. Yes. Me.

Aimee Pham. Many people often misspell my name. Amy. Amie. Amiee. Aymie. It gets pretty interesting I have to admit! A game of sorts. The only people not close to me who spell my name right are my cousins in France. Barbara and Valerie. Aimee is apparently the French way of spelling it. Amy is the more American way of spelling it. Amie....well that's just weird. Ha! I kid, I love you Amie Tang!

Many people have nicknames. I've always loved nicknames, but unfortunately, Aimee isn't such a great nickname name. Aim. There are 4 people I know of that call me Aim. One being my mother. The other 3 are all in the same family: Nate, Matt, and Uncle Charlie. Why do they call me this? Who knows? But if I hear someone at work say "Aim," I automatically know it's Nate. So perhaps this is a good thing? Mee. Now what kind of lame nickname is that I ask you! "What's up Mee?" "Hey Mee, how are things?" Yeah, doesn't sound so cute.

You know what's the absolute worst part about having a name that's different? You never find those little license plates or keychains or necklaces with your name on it. When I was a kid, I used to scour the racks of every single tourist shop on vacations, hoping and praying that I would find my name. Now as an older kid, I just quickly scan the racks to pretend like I'm admiring the design of the license plate/keychain/necklace, but secretly search for A I M E E. One day, I found one. I went into PuzzleZoo at South Coast Plaza. I wasn't expecting much, I don't even know why I was in the store, I just gravitated on over to the license plates as was custom. And then suddenly, BOOM! There it was. I think I might have cried our in joy. It was a day to remember. Unfortunately I lost the metal plate a while back, but it's nice to know someone out there was lovely and kind enough to produce an "Aimee" license plate.

The End!

What a feeling!

It's been an interesting week. Let's recap, shall we?

Doughnut holes, walking, hot, Cassie, Lilith, Jameel, CPK for Red Cross, Barnes and Nobles, waking up way too early, sore back and legs, volleyball, win, lose, win, lose, Disneyland, cotton candy, walking, Kenningtons, hot, Hurley Walk the Walk, cigaretter smoke, an ocean of half-naked people, In-N-Out, no sleep, 8 AM game, win, lose, Amy's sliced open ear, hospital, stitches, forfiet, fantastic yogurt, boy's volleyball owned, sore back and legs, hot, popsicles, church, Costco hot dogs, hot, nap!, track and field, Daisy won 2nd place in 1/2 mile, Richard won 2d place in mile, chasing Sylvie, tickling Sylvie, trying to find my shoes which Sylvie hid, tug-o-war, In-N-Out, home, Flashdance, computer

Done! What a jumbled mess of nonsense and adjectives! After many sleep deprived days, I think I might actually sleep in tomorrow morning for the first time in 1 1/2 weeks!

Ahhh, I miss the little munchkin and the little punk. Let's sail on over to Hawaii and visit, anyone in?

Disneyland is

wonderful

Dilemma: choice between two equal options

Looking at Joanna's Sonic picture made me craze for late night runs to Sonic in AZ. I miss my Arizona cousins! But seeing Cassie, Lilith, and Jameel almost made up for it. Whatta little punk! Gotta love Phamily!

I remember one night, maybe 5 or 6 years ago when I was watching TV with my dad (during The Lakers' golden years). A Lakers' commercial came on with Kobe and Shaq and some song that I've never heard before. But what caught my attention were the lyrics "why can't we be friends?" One time commercial ~5 years ago, and whenever a situation comes up where people are arguing I always want to start singing why can't we be friends... Granted I only know that one line and the song would come to an abrupt halt after that little sentence, but still! Why can't we be friends? Please? Pretty pretty please? I guess I knew what I should have been in for when I signed up for the part, but.... I guess my expectations were a little too high. Dangit

You shouldn't cry over spilt milk. Unless it's Chuck Norris's milk. Then you're dead.