Why Jackie Needs to Learn Spanish

emailed this to Liz b/c i though it was so hilarious. But then i remembered this blogger thing... =P

Incident #1
Jackie to a Spanish speaking child (who is SOOO cute!): How old is your brother?
Child: A circle!
Jackie: Are you sure he’s not a square?
Child: No. Circle!

Incident #2
Jackie: Who do you love?
Child: Bubbles!
Jackie: No no… Qui? (that was French…whoops)
Child: Aqui? Aqui!
Jackie: No… um. Te amo madre?
Child: Bubble!

top ten reasons to work in a fly lab...

in no particular order:

1. You get to enjoy such cutting-edge technology as paintbrushes for probing flies, a large plastic tube for sucking up and moving flies (yes, with your mouth...), old jam jars for holding autoclaved microcentrifuge tubes, and paper towels for just about any imaginable emergency scenario. Oh yes, and gotta love the carnivorous plants sitting on the window ledge to catch escapees in the fly room and the alternative wine bottle traps.

2. Wanna be a neurosurgeon one day? Dissecting fly guts teaches you all the finesse and dexterity you'll need for the task-- one tug too hard and gut bacteria explode everywhere! After working with tweezers on the same miniscule fly for half an hour, you'll have enough patience to deal with anything in the oh-so-large human body.

3. Unlike those crazy chemists/molecular biologists/biochemists, you can enjoy a nice coffee/tea anytime on your (reasonably safe), hood-less bench.

4. Flies don't need Viagra, and as any kitchen owner knows, they seem to multiply exponentially overnight.

5. With Drosophila gene names like Spatzle, RING (really interesting new gene), and Eater, who can resist joining the fun??

6. No stinky E. coli cultures, no rodent feces or fishwater aroma. Instead, relax in the nice ambient temperature and inhale the warm and homey smell of fly media.

7. Hungry or thirsty during work? No problem-- just grab some of the bananas/fruit juice slated for generating fly food.

8. You instantly gain free pets at home. A LOT of them. Party in your room, anyone?

9. Now you can tell whether that annoying fruit fly you just squished was male or female (and make a decent stab at its genotype).

10. Mwhahahaha. So much power over the swarming masses. An entire generation in your hands. Think Lord of the Flies, or Beelzebub.


I hope you guys are partying it up in the other regions of the world =).

Happy Independence day!

HAPPY JULY FOURTH!!!

blueberry pancakes are yummy.

Father's day!! I made blueberry pancakes and my brother's gf brought chinese dim sum!!!

oh, i also made a poster. hehe

and my mom bought me ginormous grapefruit.

the end. (the rest of my pictures are all of chris and you guys are probably not that interested in his face)

just a note

i haven't taken any pictures even though i should have... because i have suspended myself from my camera before i end up with 200 photo albums on facebook. alice... did you make that map of the world/food?!

an early valediction.

First off, happy birthday Hann! Hope you've partaken of something yummy that looks like this (which I'd gladly attempt to make in secret while "taking Latin dancing classes"):


Anyway, I promise I'm not always up this early, although I've paradoxically been getting a lot less sleep at home than at school (but no all-nighters yet =P). At school, I felt like sleeping all the time; here, I never feel like sleeping. There's too much fun stuff to explore, and no psets or exams to worry about. Oh man, la vida loca indeed. The reason I'm conscious at this hour, though, is that my cousin and her kid JonJon (Jonathan) had a 6am flight today. Since she's pretty much my favorite relative, and he's definitely the cutest child I've ever seen, I'm already missing them lots.

It's weird-- you guys know I'm not as easy with kids as say, Jackie and Liz, but JonJon's been a welcome anomaly. Even when he was a baby, it wasn't hard to tease him or get him to laugh; this time around, he was always running to my brother ("Dinny!") or me ("Aa-shu!") for entertainment. The kid's a natural showman: usually, he'd end up amusing us at least as much as we amused him. He's two-and-a-half now, speaking a hodgepodge of Mandarin, Taiwanese, and English and often breaking out into spontaneous dancing or singing. My cousin taught him to imitate different emotions (e.g. angry, sleepy, scared) and animal sounds as well, and he's a very very good actor. For some reason, he likes pink a lot (Jackie you've got a follower!) and kept asking to try on pink dresses and skirts at clothes stores. Perhaps it's because his four-year-old girl cousin made him pretend to be her bridesmaid and watch too many princess movies in Taiwan. Man, I wish I'd gotten videos or something because I can't even start capturing his hilarious performances in words... He's also fiendishly smart and knows how to read people-- he'll plead for help from bystanders if his mom is trying to punish him, and he often complains that "Mommy 打, Mommy 捏" when she's not there (she doesn't, really) and denies doing so when she asks. He'd spout "oh man oh man" and try to hide in the closet when his mom got super-angry. Ah, clever kid =P.

In any case, he's basically been a big part of my past three weeks at home (has it been that long already?!) and probably helped me establish a normal routine for working/playing. Mornings were for rapid and semi-focused studying, until the point when JonJon woke up to 吃包包. Then, my cousin'd tell me stories about how JonJon had nightmares about geckos and "bad men" coming from the ceiling. The early afternoon was frolicking-with-JonJon time, a.k.a walking around Barnes and Noble or Walmart/Target or TJ Maxx/Marshall's for a few hours. After JonJon's mid-afternoon nap, we'd all head to the park, where JonJon had fun sliding and swinging and my brother and I ran around playing tennis, frisbee, or ping-pong. Cooking for dinner commenced at sundown, when the playground grew too dark, and my cousin supportingly sampled my concoctions. We had fish every night for a while because JonJon doesn't really eat beef or pork yet. He had this especially funny habit of chirping "好吃嗎?" numerous times at my brother, and for some reason, he would randomly scream "走開啊!" (go away!) at my mom. The night then concluded with my friend Anthony coming over for extended board gaming -- Settlers of Catan, Speed Scrabble, GrabScrab, Trivial Pursuit, chess -- preluded by extreme romping with JonJon ("tickle Ninny!", "飛高高", "玩犀牛"). I think Anthony turned out to be one of JonJon's favorite people; JonJon'd always yell "Annie, Annie, Annie!" when he came, and scamper to perch in Anthony's lap. Come midnight, JonJon'd retreat to bed with a "goo-nigh!" to everyone, and roughly two hours later, I'd collapse in my bed to read until I passed out. Rinse, repeat.

But now for some pictures =).

And voici, the results of my sketchy kitchen experiments (I left Chinese/Taiwanese dishes to my mom, who's way better at making 'em than I am):


Oh my goodness I am confuddled by html!

rambly.

yo all,

went to osaka this past weekend - twas amazing and I owe you all food photos, haha... this weekend will be a buddhist temple atop koya-san, center for shingon buddhism in japan =) can't wait to go vegetarian for a weekend! the japanese may be big on fish but they could do with some more vegetables... anyway I'm letting this post? letter? run disjointed and free since I need to get back to lab, but two totally unrelated things first (I hope)

(1) I'm old!

(2) what happened to the futon in the end?

Hey ladies!!!

i've been internetless for a while, but am back and kickin`!!! moved into the YMCA yesterday... fell asleep in work today... yada yada. hope tomorrow is better.

christopher came over to my house yesterday for some flushing yumminess and ZHONG ZI celebrations (some random chinese holiday) my mom stuffed him with so much food both in flushing and in my home!!! ive never seen chris so incapacitated by food... yup yup! lots of steak. i took care of the broccoli. we also watched JUNO on pay per view.

everyone in my program is trying to starve themselves this summer since we are dining hall-less and nyc is expensive. good thing my mommy is delivering me some tofu tomorrow night!!! unless i go out to eat with chris or something...

KUNG FU PANDA!!!

photoblog!

hey guys,

hope you're all doing well in your neck of the woods. i just got back to canaday from commencement...it's so misty-cold! update on that, and maybe a few stories i've been meaning to tell you, later. for now, here's something i'm really proud of: i finally started a photoblog at http://technicolorgreen.wordpress.com. it's been a great way to meet cambridge and to celebrate life :). i took about 250 pictures this morning, so some will be up later, but i hope you guys like the blog. tell me what you think!

now off to see jk rowling! i love you all.

mwrohn

dude, guys,
it's 3:01 am and i'm too lazy to get off the web and go to sleep. urrgh. my laptop is burning up my leg, as i'm too lazy to move my leg argh. i have SO MANY stories for you...but two points for today:

--i had a sushi party by the charles river. we should do that next year--raid cafe sushi for take-out and then hightail it to the rivah banks.

--i forgot what the second point is. oh yes, i have no clean clothes, but the clothes donated to habitat have been pretty sweet, so i've worn random dresses for four days running. yay for free loot.

mo' lata. hann's gonna cream those scrabblers in japan, i just know it.

first real day in kobe!

hey lovely roomies,

here's a rundown of some interesting stuff that's happened today:

(1) I've signed up for a Scrabble tournament on June 22 in Kobe! =) It's an "International" language tourney, which means I get to play in English, woohoo. *is very excited, even though will probably lose miserably*

(2) I've also gotten a gym membership at the local YMCA (dun dun dun... this is for you, Jaxie =P). Something tells me this may be a mistake, but this is what happens when I end up hanging out all the time with an athlete, who's already planned to run every morning and goes to the gym for like an hour and a half every night. I admire his stamina, really o.O

(3) my japanese cell phone managed to mysteriously die on me over the course of one weekend. mrp.

(4) my lab consists of two frenchmen, a russian, a swede (whom I'm working with)... and four japanese researchers. the swede incidentally has lived in hong kong for a while, and speaks better cantonese than I do.

in short, I am living la vida amazinga. keep me posted on how things are going!

=)

hey folks,

it's been awesome reading the past few entries thus far. =) I'm actually blogging with the Harvard Voice this summer (http://www.theharvardvoice.com/blogs/hann-yew) but I'll definitely be reading blog entries and keeping y'all updated on what I'm up to. It's day 2 in Japan for me - Sunday morning here at 6:30am, and naturally my circadian clock is utterly busted, but who cares? There is a small pasar malam (malay for 'flea market') place just downstairs from my apartment, and the soya bean man will probably be up again by now. It turns out people do indeed speak Chinese in Chinatown, a fact for which I have never been more grateful, and that only in Japan can one wander through a huge underground mall to the stirring strains of Star Wars. Erik and I (he's a fellow Harvardian, lives down the hallway) walked around half the city yesterday, and were pretty much blown away by almost everything we saw. Remember what Daniel Gilbert said about the loss of choice actually producing happiness? The language handicap has been both incredibly disenfranchising and surprisingly enough, freeing as well. To walk a city without understanding what people are saying... somehow that enforced deafness focuses one's eyes instead, creates new challenges I've never experienced. My mother says I sound happier in Japan than I did in France same time last summer, despite knowing French and bits of French culture... why is it? What is it about the Asian cityscape that is so achingly familiar? Wandering around Japan I am irresistibly reminded of pockets of Singapore, from the Yakult vending machine on the street corner to the yawning long kau zui drains in case of flooding. Kobe is not a beautiful city, not compared to the cobblestoned paths of Europe. But I somehow feel like I understand these people, this city. The fruit store two alleys away has a beauty all its own.

Take care,
--Hann

T minus 12 hrs...

Whoa, it's crazy that three of you guys are partyin' it up in Boston already-- I've been home for barely 2 days and it feels like forever. Glad to hear you're having such interesting adventures though (and can't wait for your story, Jenn!)

Nothing super exciting has happened in Louisiana yet, so I'll backtrack a couple of days for blog material: I figure you should hear the story of what happened last Friday after everyone left and I pulled an all-nighter with our boys. Jackie's seen this (yes I cheated and copied 'cause my brain's still sleepy =P), and Jen saw the aftermath, but here's the event recorded in all its stupefied, rambling glory:

Imagine, if you will, the universe shrinking to a grey singularity, an omnipresent tether to knowledge you will never seek again. Like an amoeba in a Petri dish, you rub futilely along the edges of existence, only to find yourself full circle back at your desk, an esoteric textbook open and dragging you into the gloom, away from the warmth of the world. Relativity, quantum mechanics, bhavas, rasas, and iron monooxygenases—all bloom in day-long glory within your skull before returning to oblivion in an inescapable maelstrom. The dominant mood is stress. Stress and misery, punctuated by brief spurts of hysterical theatrics.

Slowly, agonizingly, like tar dripping from a straw, the final hour approaches, the time when color is scheduled to return to your vision. Emerging from the last exam, you swagger like an old-timer and explode in luminous relief. You and your friends shed heavy hermit-shells and exude a fount of ecstasy. Yet there is also an element of frenzy, a needful haste that grows and grows.

You sprint to bade farewell to your temporary home; you stuff the remainder of your packrat trove into orderly boxes and take leave of your roommates. Remember that hugs are only awkward when intentionally so and that while farewells take longer than anticipated, they never last quite long enough. One last half-rush to the bus stop, a meeting with eight long-lost companions, and a languid whoosh brings the party to the far reaches of Cambridge. Conversation embodies the frenzy that sprouted earlier and amplifies the shortness of time. At Lechmere, a thin Asian teen comments on the similarity of the site to a shoot-out zone. You and the others laugh nervously but trek steadfastly to your Afghani restaurant destination.

Prepare for disappointment—no seats open for eight without reservation. It is Friday night, you suppose, and anyway, the next door Thai place has proved its worth time and again. You crowd into the near-empty business and fill it with youthful exuberance, the feeling of casting off your fetters at last. The grey singularity fades. Was it just a commonplace nightmare? To Yi’s horror, the terms “N dishes” and “N-1 dishes” jump around the table with inordinate frequency. It works out in the end: eight different dishes spin about the table in a colorful flurry of flavor and just as quickly disappear down the gullets of eight hungry college students. A lady in green, a seafood volcano, an avocado dancing, wild curry from the jungle. The perfect topping: trusty mango sticky rice, an adventure with warm fried Chinese sweet bananas, and a spoonful of chilled coconut pudding. Suddenly, you find yourself trading nerdy tales of many many hours spent playing Heroes of Might and Magic or Magic the Gathering or Mario Kart. Eight faces glow with the illumination of sheepish nostalgia. Yet too soon, the dinner ends, and eight Asians boisterously conquer the covered bus stop, standing huddled against the cold. A circle-pointing game ends in Contact madness, and the night seems about to reach a natural end. More mundane conversation, then summer’s separation settles in. It is time to disperse to the dorms.

You wrap up your packing, then rendezvous with the guys downstairs for what you think will be a long, yet tranquil night. In particular, you anticipate finishing that book you borrowed from the library a week ago and returning it first thing in the morning. Somehow, you instead start a game of Heroes III with Zhou, all the while surveying the hurricane-like wreckage left in the wake of Dennis’s and Chris’s departures. Among the choicest specimens are a saucepan of jello colonized by sickeningly green mold and a sizable trash can filled with compressed organic residue. A dense scattering of dust, scraps, and pistachio shells litters the wood floor, and a closet full of derelict or expired food products emphasizes the bleakness. You feel a nagging urge to help the guys and agree to attempt storage during the night to preclude the need for Yi to rise before noon. Heroes is good, cathartic. It reminds you of the lazy summer days of yore, before academic stress so permeated everyday life. It feels good to live. Meanwhile, Yi provides unending amusement as he scours the room for discarded CUE guides and empty boxes, attempting to fill in 6 inches of empty space to preserve the integrity of his last box, protecting it from compression by other boxes. As the guys’ packing and cleaning dilemma intensifies exponentially with time, they drink a little vodka to “warm them up.” Also “just because.” You remember Jae and your flight tomorrow, and haltingly decide to pass.

Drinking morphs into hunger, and despite your still full belly, you accompany Yi and Zhou on your maiden pilgrimage to Cambridge Common. Three Asians plop into a bar booth in a bustling night scene, ordering water and fried sweet potato and dip and buffalo wings. From the munching, a bet arises: Zhou will attempt to solve an International Math Olympiad while wasted in order to investigate his mental capacity when impaired. The stakes? $5. A side debate discusses whether smoking and drugs will ever also incorporate themselves into the group’s lifestyles. On the one side is Zhou the doubtful; on the other, Yi of little faith in humanity. What happened with alcohol can potentially lead to the demolition of other reservation barriers. Yi begins feeling the effects of the vodka—his tongue swells and sitting straight becomes a task of immense difficulty. It is one hour past midnight, though, and the bet beckons. Satiated, you and the boys return to continue the amalgam of packing and computer gaming, after which will occur The Bet.

A hint of nervousness and anticipation—what is Zhou like when drunk? As if echoing your trepidation, Zhou’s fan begins whirring erratically. Zhou, perhaps not quite sober, makes the executive decision to dissect his machine in order to examine the problem. Armed with a screwdriver the size of a wood sliver and a makeshift tool in the form of Yi’s lucky ruler, he twists and groans and spills screws across the white, stained futon in the common room. Yi appears from his lair of packing, shaking his head and trying to save Zhou from tearing his computer apart. You mirror Yi and, following some attempts at reading, perform sacrifices to the Google gods and receive manufacturer’s instructions on how to disassemble an XPS M140 properly. There are even clickable links and diagrams; a kindergartener could even follow along, given this manual. Yi and Zhou continue their task, wielding the unwieldy ruler-turned screwdriver. They completely gut the machine and then, miraculously, reconstruct the thing in the span of two hours. By now, the vodka has worn off; Zhou postpones The Bet to another time.

After Zhou’s computer (somehow) passes the test of continued Heroes play, the room decides to commence storing boxes and furniture. 3:30 am—you are sent as a piteous delegate to fetch the storage key from the night guard. On your second circuit of the Cabot tunnels, you find him. In exchange for your swipe card, you are bequeathed a large ring of keys with instructions to “try ‘em out and see which works.” It is going to be a long night. Only when the first two boxes reach Briggs basement do Zhou and you realize that none of the keys work. How did Dennis Sun pull this off in less than half an hour the night before?? The guard advises you to leave the boxes and return around 7:30 when Colin arrives. You go to pass the unfortunate news to Yi, who meanwhile has procured 2 dollies with his swipe card and has loaded another 3 boxes onto them. As a group, you elect to deposit these boxes with the previous two, yet a voyage down to the basement reveals that the two boxes you left have disappeared. This occurred in the span of five minutes. Another fruitless search for the night guard, also mysteriously vanished, results in a general feeling of bafflement and incredulity. The sky is starting to lighten with sun rays and birdsong. Not exactly what you had imagined for yourself a night ago.

When at last you decide to concede defeat, the silhouette of the guard appears across the Quad and waves, inciting Zhou to jog over. Yi collapses on the stairs in front of Bertram, and you feel strongly tempted to do the same. Somehow, the guard has found the proper key for the storage room. At 5 am, box storage can officially commence. In the box room, you experience the logic that constitutes math majors as Yi determines the optimal configuration for “box packing,” i.e. Tetris in 3-D. It is 7 am when the Briggs B04 door slams shut, and Yi proposes finishing storage furniture as well. You and Zhou sigh but agree that it’s best. Zhou has long ago abandoned any plans to sleep this night and will likely join you in your vigil.

An extended wrestling match. A spatial visualization challenge. Maneuvering a bulky, half-broken futon down narrow stairs and past sharp corners requires the guys’ full mental, physical, and survival capabilities. Dehydration could prove disastrous. The fire escape is a great place to cool down. Two comfortable but heavy purple chairs follow the futon, then Jackie’s fridge and Yi’s monster join the motley collection of furniture in K01. Feeling semi-useless, you hold doors and take out trash and attempt to sweep the floor. Zhou shows off his “battle scar” from moving and finally, finally it’s over.

8:30 am. Yi is still awake. The night guard has ended his shift and the house office is abandoned, leaving Zhou swipe-less for a period. We wait it out in the room, continuing the Heroes game, and Yi retreats in a weary, disgruntled whirlwind to his room. His plans for wandering about Boston later may have to be revised. Before this, though, the three of you agree that however ironic, this night has turned out to be one of the most amazing ones you’ve had at Harvard. Perhaps performing menial labor and haphazardly forgoing sleep has yet undiscovered effects on happiness. Perhaps you just lead sad, sad lives. Then battlelust fully engulfs you and Zhou—the give and take of armies satisfies some primal urge within, and all attention turns to the game. Zhou has a crazily buffed-up hero; you are not sure how it will end. You don’t want to lose. What’s more, both of you are ridiculously hungry for some reason but feel too tired to venture out for food. Mentally, you thin out the list of errands you were planning to do in the morning—gaming with Zhou seems eminently more fun and important.

A string of phone calls: Alice Pang and Jackie Hsieh and Judy Fan and Jennifer Wu. Tantalizing, sleep-deprived, tipsy details pour out as psychological vomit. The one errand that you cannot escape before your flight—depositing the College Bowl check in Harvard Square—calls. Reluctantly, as the clock slays the minutes, you and Zhou concur that Heroes will not be completed before noon. With mutual admiration, you reveal the secrets of the past night and you conclude that it would have taken a long, long time for one to prevail over the other. Heroes are balanced with towns and armies. Then, visitors and bewilderment and Alice and Zhou greeting people in a fuzzy state. To his horror, Zhou is twice asked to help move more furniture; you hope fervently that the past night has not scarred him forever. You glance around at the suite-turned-trashcan, and wince again; it will take hours for four hands to scour the place even remotely clean. It is not fair. You understand the merits of single rooms, bless the thoughtfulness of your own suitemates, and mourn the dire situation that awaits Yi and Zhou. You wish your flight were later, so you could help with disaster relief.

But Time stops for no one, and far too soon, the hour comes. Twenty-four hours ago, you were cramming the citric acid cycle and wishing it were over; now, the world looks like an acid trip and you wish you could stay forever in schoolwork-less limbo. You wish there were time for carefree foosball and ping-pong and tennis. Maybe even a Heroes game, played to the end, in some not-too-distant future. The whirl of possibilities, of wishes and desires, of hazy, dizzying befuddlement, wraps you up and deposits you at Logan Airport. In this threshold of a thousand destinations, the events of the past twelve hours all of a sudden catch up, and sleepiness ensnares your weakened mind. Imagine, if you will, the universe shrinking to a grey singularity, the soothing blanket of slumber that encapsulates infinite dreams. They will bloom someday, and last a lifetime. You are equipped with knowledge you need not seek again. You are blessed with the most incredible blockmates in the world. Imagine…

I'll try to post something more coherent once I manage to catch up on sleep. For some reason, I keep waking up around 8am every day, grrr. You guys definitely need to see some pictures of my cousin Jonathan-- duuude he's so cute!

~Alice

Walkin' on sunshine

Roomie journal! What a brilliant idea! I really want to tell you a story about yesterday that had Liz and me laughing uproariously, but that'll have to wait until tomorrow. For now, a JWu tradition, online for the first time ever: gems of grazie (thanks) for today, in chronological order.

1. Jackie's visit to Canaday. I'm glad you were a hobo who liked almonds, Nutella, and graham crackers!

2. Attending Mem Church's Memorial Day services this morning. Saluting the men in uniform and hearing the haunting trumpet Taps and slow tolling of the church bells.

3. Three hours at the warehouse instead of the twelve (!!) we worked for each of the past four days (stay tuned for possible Habitat mutiny). Seeing the ginormous recycling car grips, overturns, and unloads bins.

4. Big bowl of pho at Le's for lunch with Giselle the Gazelle and Sha the Shopper. Pho sho'.

5. Afternoon on the banks of the Charles with Sha. This will get its own entry. A preview: waters rippling four ways, green fuzzy blanket, chick romance book, tree leaves meet breeze.

6. Dinner with Liz at Qdoba's. Funny story coming tomorrow. Note to self: don't order extra habanero sauce on taco salad again, hehe.

7. It is 10:45 pm, dudes, and I am set for bed. I couldn't have imagined a more perfect day. Thank you for being amazing.

8. Oh! And one last (one of my Habitat teammates does a spot-on impression of this guy): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOUOWYmpRes

Love,
Jenn

Sunshine!

Woot woot, summer08 bloggings :) The sun is shining! No snow! No tests! No... dining hall... oh well haha. I`ll eat in CVS!

WELCOME TO BLOGWORLD! upload pics and stories and thoughts all summer :) Whether from Asia, Europe, South America, or AMERICA (wow we are global) let's keep each other updated and entertained!!

So far I've frolicked with Liz a bit (we went to six flags and had minor concussions going on those ridiculously AWESOME rides!!!... well we speculate we had concussions), and I even lived around harvard yard like a hobo for a night (slept in a sweatshirt in Liz's room... showered in Jenn's room! yay!). Oh, Liz and I also watched Indie Jones... it is not exactly of high quality, but hey at least I didn't get bored and fall asleep in the 2.5 hours. She took me to Mike's Pastry and got me a Cannoli! My first one, it was muchos yummios.

The biggest news from me for now is I got called for Grand Jury duty for 20 days in June. Which is very exciting, except that it is a month in my internship... which is a big no no since I worked SO hard to get this internship and would be very sad to miss a month. =( I will try to talk my way out of it tomorrow... keeping my fingers crossed!!

Okay guys, blog away!!! :) Hope the beginning of summer is going well for you!!! Alice, i expect to see a list of yummies you decide to cook...

--Jackie!--