Oh, family.

Many of you have never met my parents, but many of you have heard of them. They are filipino, which just means that they're really funny. Or maybe it has nothing to do with them being filipino. Maybe it's just them. For example, today when I walked into my kitchen this morning to talk to my dad, I found him making eggs and bacon, wearing a shiny, pink cap (that looked like a fancy do-rag) that my mom had apparently won at some nurse's luncheon a few weeks ago (yeah...what?). When asked why he was wearing it, he simply answered, "Oh, eets becos I just want to."

Oh. And...there was no one else in the kitchen for my father to entertain. He really...just wanted to wear it. I suppose it's no real secret where my quirkiness comes from.

Also, my mom has been under the weather lately and had given the charge of cleaning the kitchen--among other "women-ly" chores--to the men of the household. Apparently this meant unloading the dishes from the washer onto our kitchen counter and not putting the dishes away at all. When my mother was giving my do-rag wearing father a little lecture about this predicament, he told my mother that she was too uptight and a little too "ham strung."

Of course, my brothers and I started laughing. My dad looked at us and asked what was so funny. We told him that there are "hamsters" and "hamstrings," but no "ham strungs," and the proper term to use is "high strung." He started to laugh at himself: "oh haha i did not know."

My brothers are also a hoot. Lenny, 13 years old, showed me his bicep today. When asked what his secret was, he said: "I do 10 push ups every night." He also asked me when a good time for him to start dating was (my answer: when you have a job, a car and a certain degree of emotional maturity). He also asked me if girls like Hollister cologne. He also said: "when I get married, I'm buying my wife a car and putting her name on the license plate." HAHA. what??

Then there's Lenard, who is 18 years old and thinks he is, like, so cool (and he is). I walked into his room this morning to find yellow sticky notes everywhere, each with a motivational anecdote to get him "pumped up," as in lifting weights, etc. I was impressed with the abundance of yellow in his usually bland and boring room. When I asked him how he was progressing with his seemingly grueling exercise routine, he replied with a very unconvicing, "well...it's going!" Cue Lenny's, always very timely interjection: "Yeah right! He hasn't worked out in six weeks!"

I love that when I come home, my brothers won't shut up. They want to tell me everything that's happening--especially Lenny who tells me everything that is happening in Lenard's life, which Lenard doesn't necessarily appreciate-- and the funny things that my parents do on a day-to-day basis.

yeah, home is a good place. I wish I didn't have to go back to school so soon.