Getting back to blogging
I know it’s been awhile. My stats tell me by blog is headed down a dark path or possibly a black hole. So what has been going on that I haven’t been writing? We picked out our house colors, which finally brought to an end the long siding project, and we found out that I am pregnant with baby #2! We are excited, but for a while, the nausea and fatigue outweighed everything. I am feeling better now, but I know if I don’t keep up my routine, I may start feeling crummy again. Whoever says pregnancy is amazing must not have been intimately involved with the toilet for the first three months. Believe me, there is nothing fun about feeling sick. Fortunately, or hopefully, it doesn’t last the entire 9 months.
Well, onto more delightful topics.
It is almost October, which is always a nostalgic time for me. In 2003, around this time, I met my husband. I was a Master’s student at UC Davis and he was working for a company in Napa. One day, an acquaintance of mine, at the time, called me up and asked if I wanted to go the Meet Market with her. Of course I had no idea what in the world it was and had to do a little research. What I found out was that it was a single event put on by a radio station in Sacramento in which the ladies are supposedly in charge of getting phone numbers and setting up the first dates. It was a good idea in theory, but it didn’t always work that way. I was very hesitant because according to the pictures it really didn’t look like my kind of scene. I mean, what kind of guy could you really find there? But in the end I decided to go to support her. When we got there we received a booklet with numbers which corresponded to guys and their information, sans names, and a few drink tokens. It was everything I had thought and I really didn’t want to be there. I felt very self-conscious and overwhelmed with the amount of people there. We ended up walking around talking to random people when out of the blue this large Mexican man jumped out in front of me and asked “Are you half Asian?” Talk about being thrown off guard. What I eventually found out was his friend, who really liked Asian girls, wanted to know but didn’t want to approach me himself. It was a very uncomfortable situation, although the Mexican guy actually turned out to be quite nice. Anyway, while I was talking to them I noticed that my friend was talking with the other two guys that were with them and I was instantly jealous that she got to talk to the good-looking guys. Fortunately, a few moments later we exchanged introductions and when she introduced me to my now husband, he shot me a killer smile that totally gave my nerve endings an electric shock. It was the absolute last thing I had expected and him too, which I learned later. We talked the rest of the night and when we were heading out I agreed to drive him to his car. He couldn’t remember where he’d parked, but I really didn’t care because he had his hand on my shoulder and I couldn’t concentrate in the least. I think my knuckles were turning white I was gripping the steering wheel so hard just so I wouldn’t lose control of the car. Eventually we parted ways and since I had his number decided that I should wait at least a couple of days to call, although I can tell you it was agony. I’m not very patient anyway, but this was torture. We went out on our first date a week later and the rest is history.