ah, nope. this is not what I signed up for…

well, not quite. the kids were ushered into the audition room one by one and given five minutes to run through the required pieces which included an “unknown piece” for them to sight read on the spot. I guess the pressure of it all got to my son and apparently he choked. At least, according to him. parents weren’t allowed in the audition room so I don’t know.

We’ll find out the results in a couple weeks. I’m not holding my breath.

But come on, all that money spent. It can’t be for nothing. argh.

and the consequence of course is a nation full of pissed off customers. which in turn, becomes a nation full of EX-customers. I’ve seen a bunch of facebook groups/pages filled with rants and complaints about the crummy flowers they’ve received via FTD over the years. SO I know it’s not just me. It’s not a good way to run a business and I know that I’LL NEVER order from them again. who the hell wants to send their mom half-dead flowers on Mother’s Day???? thanks so much FTD.

and by the way, I’m sure you think of yourself as some hot, blonde MILF or whatever but we see what you really are. An ugly ol’ hag, rotten from the inside out.

So, the wife calls and tells me to pull out those chicken tenders from the freezer and put ‘em in the oven for the kids to eat later. Well, I thought she said “chicken tenders” but apparently she said “chicken wings” and that ladies and gentlemen started the downward spiral for this evening.

shit.

when she got home, I got an earful when she saw that I had chicken tenders ready instead of chicken wings. WTF. what’s the big deal, right?

Well, for the wife, this was the typical example of ME not *listening* to her. She’s always going on about me and the kids not respecting her or paying attention to what she has to say.

But hell – if she’s constantly yelling at me and kids, OF COURSE, we’re going to tune her out. geez.

yeah, yeah, yeah. if ya need me, you’ll find me in the doghouse for the next few days…

Oh and by the way, we told your manager what you said to us so you may have to explain yourself sometime soon. We hope to NOT see you at Costco in the coming new year.

take care.

This Old Man

But sadly, now that I’m older, I’ve come to the realization that I’ll always be labeled “asian-american” with an emphasis on ASIAN. It’s obvious that we as a nation aren’t color-blind and I can’t really see the day ever happening. I’m not sure if living in the “south” has tainted my view but from my experience, it feels like I’ll always have that “scarlet letter” scrawled on me. “A” for asian! I’m looked upon as “different” and will never be a part of white society. As the years pass me by, I feel even more disconnected and isolated from the community in general.

The way I see it, people simply categorize you as either “white”, “black” or “other”. No matter if I’m rich and successful, I’ll always be looked upon as an outsider. and I hate it. I hate the fact that people look at me and my family as “some foreigners”. I get the feeling the folks around here only have had limited contact with asians and quickly base their opinions about us via their dry cleaners and asian restaurant workers. I also have to blame high profile comedians like Bobby Lee and Ken Jeong for teaching middle america to laugh at short, weird looking korean people. thanks for perpetuating asian stereotypes, dudes!

I see this type of “racism” (subtle and not so subtle) every day – at work, at my kids’ schools, in my neighborhood (yes, I’ve got racist assholes for neighbors unfortunately), among parents at kids’ activities, and even out and about around town.

I sometimes wish I had those “blinders” on like I did as a teenager. Where I had some sort of faith in the world. some glimmer of hope. But with age, all I see now is the cruelty, bigotry and the prejudice in people.

I suppose this rant against white america makes me prejudiced as well. oh well. I don’t know. I’m just feeling down and had to vent.

give me some perspective here. anyone?

a child’s 8 AM game + temps in the 30′s = one grumpy soccer dad.

can you believe it? it’s already soccer season again. I thought I’d be able to sleep in on saturdays for at least a couple more weeks. come on!

harumph.

inconsiderate fucks.

we’ve talked to them before about not wanting their dog coming over into our yard and kindly mentioned the leash law to them. and it worked for a while but now that it’s freezing cold outside, we’ve noticed that instead going out to walk the dog like a responsible dog owner would, they’d simply push their dog out the door and allow he/she/it to crap wherever the hell he/she pleases. and you guessed it – the little shit comes over to our yard b/c their yard is simply too full of dog poop.

we confronted our neighbor again and she had the gall to just turn her back and refuse to talk to us. obviously she knows she has been irresponsible but to tell us that she’s “done” with the conversation without letting us finish just burns me up to no end.

They are SO overdue for Karma to come and kick ‘em in the face. come on, karma, where the hell are you?