lesson learned from a set of knives...
alinna & i have been using the suckiest set of knives for the longest time - this set that she got from target for like $20 back in the college days (when you can get a block & 13 knives for $20... you know they're pretty bad). Anyway, I finally got fed up with the knives, and splurged and got us some real knives - and the difference was seriously amazing. In fact, every time I cut anything, even a piece of bread, I have to make a scene out of it. "alinna. i didn't know bread could cut this easily. with a steak knife!" It gives us great joy to chop, slice, or mince anything that our hands can get a hold of. What I've come to realize, though, is that I wouldn't have this much fun, or so much pleasure out of cutting food if we didn't have the sucky knives to begin with. But because I didn't originally have a decent set, I've learned to appreciate my new set so much more. And I think I'm that way with God. He has blessed me with so much, that I take so much for granted. I don't feel the joy from these things because I think that it's my right to have them, when in fact, it's a privilege. When I tore my ACL, I realized what a blessing it is to even be able to walk with two legs. Trying to get around campus on crutches definitely put things in perspective for me. (hey, Berkeley is not like Stanford. Berkeley doesn't give injured people a golf cart to drive around campus on. I had to tough it for 12 weeks.) So for this Thanksgiving, I'm learning to thank God for everything He has given to me - things that I would normally take for granted. Not just material things, but friendships, family, even functional (or, semi-functional after football this morning ;) body parts.
Talking about semi-functional body parts, Turkey Bowl VI was lots of fun this morning. The grass was very wet, so there was definitely a lot of slipping & sliding. I didn't knock any guys down this year, but I did have quite a few tumbles due to the slippery conditions. There was one in particular where I caught the ball, and tried to turn to run... except, as was happening to everyone, my feet flew out under me because there was no traction and I landed quite hard on my bottom. I'll leave you to imagine which body part is the sorest right now... :) Can't wait for Turkey Bowl VII next year! Playing football like that once a year is definitely enough for me.
Tonight a bunch of my relatives came over to have dinner together. And being typical Asian parents, they all made my cousins' kids perform in a "recital." So these little 5-10 year old kids busted out their piano books, flutes, recorders, french horns, and the like, and played a couple songs for all of us. After they were all done, my parents made ME play the piano! Oh my gosh, I was so embarrassed. I tried to refuse but when my mom gave me that angry asian mom look, it was over. I felt like I was 10 years old again, and when I was done (I just ended up playing a few praise songs off some chord sheets I had laying around because I haven't played a real piano piece in like 8 years), all the parents did their chinese "yaaay!" and clapped really loudly like they did for all the little kids. Embarrassing. Remind me to sneak away at the end next time we have one of these.
alinna & i have been using the suckiest set of knives for the longest time - this set that she got from target for like $20 back in the college days (when you can get a block & 13 knives for $20... you know they're pretty bad). Anyway, I finally got fed up with the knives, and splurged and got us some real knives - and the difference was seriously amazing. In fact, every time I cut anything, even a piece of bread, I have to make a scene out of it. "alinna. i didn't know bread could cut this easily. with a steak knife!" It gives us great joy to chop, slice, or mince anything that our hands can get a hold of. What I've come to realize, though, is that I wouldn't have this much fun, or so much pleasure out of cutting food if we didn't have the sucky knives to begin with. But because I didn't originally have a decent set, I've learned to appreciate my new set so much more. And I think I'm that way with God. He has blessed me with so much, that I take so much for granted. I don't feel the joy from these things because I think that it's my right to have them, when in fact, it's a privilege. When I tore my ACL, I realized what a blessing it is to even be able to walk with two legs. Trying to get around campus on crutches definitely put things in perspective for me. (hey, Berkeley is not like Stanford. Berkeley doesn't give injured people a golf cart to drive around campus on. I had to tough it for 12 weeks.) So for this Thanksgiving, I'm learning to thank God for everything He has given to me - things that I would normally take for granted. Not just material things, but friendships, family, even functional (or, semi-functional after football this morning ;) body parts.
Talking about semi-functional body parts, Turkey Bowl VI was lots of fun this morning. The grass was very wet, so there was definitely a lot of slipping & sliding. I didn't knock any guys down this year, but I did have quite a few tumbles due to the slippery conditions. There was one in particular where I caught the ball, and tried to turn to run... except, as was happening to everyone, my feet flew out under me because there was no traction and I landed quite hard on my bottom. I'll leave you to imagine which body part is the sorest right now... :) Can't wait for Turkey Bowl VII next year! Playing football like that once a year is definitely enough for me.
Tonight a bunch of my relatives came over to have dinner together. And being typical Asian parents, they all made my cousins' kids perform in a "recital." So these little 5-10 year old kids busted out their piano books, flutes, recorders, french horns, and the like, and played a couple songs for all of us. After they were all done, my parents made ME play the piano! Oh my gosh, I was so embarrassed. I tried to refuse but when my mom gave me that angry asian mom look, it was over. I felt like I was 10 years old again, and when I was done (I just ended up playing a few praise songs off some chord sheets I had laying around because I haven't played a real piano piece in like 8 years), all the parents did their chinese "yaaay!" and clapped really loudly like they did for all the little kids. Embarrassing. Remind me to sneak away at the end next time we have one of these.
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