Mom Approves of My Bargain Chinese Food

Jan 08

Mom Approves of My Bargain Chinese Food

If it’s one thing my mom will always support me on, it’s scoring a ton of good food for cheap. In December, I traveled with Jason down to San Francisco to attend his company’s Christmas party. That weekend, we enjoyed the sunny, mild weather, by walking over to Chinatown to gorge ourselves on inexpensive dim sum and Chinese pastries. We found a sketchy restaurant and loaded up on a ton of food for a laughable amount of money, then hit up a Chinese bakery for some cocktail buns to stuff ourselves even more. Figuring my mother would appreciate my bargain binge-eating, I texted her:   And to my delight, she responded with this short but sweet gem:   Good life,...

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Mom Goes to “Vagas” (Very Cold)

Jan 06

Mom Goes to “Vagas” (Very Cold)

Like practically all older Asian people, my mom enjoys the occasional gambling bender and likes to go to Las Vegas once a year to hit the slots. In December she took a trip to Vegas with my stepdad for a little R&R. Naturally, I didn’t know about this trip because she never tells me anything, but since she’s no longer completely tech-illiterate, she did text me out of the blue while still on vacation with this picture and the accompanying message: She explained her Yeti Pimp wardrobe choice with a follow-up text:   Mom sure does love her trips to...

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Mom’s Opinion of My New Job

Dec 30

Last spring I joined a growing tech startup in an exciting emerging industry. I’ve always loved working for startups because I really enjoy the frantic pace, the frustrating-yet-rewarding growing pains, and growing my professional skills by having to assume multiple roles. This startup is actually one of the more promising I’ve worked for — we have strong leadership, smart, passionate employees, and are establishing ourselves as a major contender in our industry. There’s one small detail that makes my job especially interesting: it’s in the cannabis space. In May, I joined a company called Leafly, which is a leading cannabis information resource. I hear all sorts of groan-worthy, eye-rolling comments whenever I tell people where I work; lots of “Do you guys all get high at work?” (no), “So is there like a huge bowl of weed at the reception desk instead of candy?” (no), “Man, how do you get anything done there?” (because it’s a real job with real responsibilities? What’s not to get?). I serve as the company’s Content, Community, and Engagement Manager and have built a small but growing team to handle all of the projects that have a content component to them, plus we manage the site’s News & Culture and Knowledge Center sections and our brand’s social media presence. Honestly, it’s a great company and my fellow employees and I work very hard to grow Leafly into a fantastic resource for recreational consumers and medical patients alike. I’m happy in what I do for the company and am really excited at the possibility of growing my role as Leafly grows. (And, let’s face it, it’s a job that guarantees there will never be a dull moment or boring day at work.) My friends were overwhelmingly supportive and most of my family didn’t seem to care when I told them about my new job. (Jason’s grandmother is one exception, and my oldest brother was a bit “WTF” but he was more amused than disapproving.) I was, however, a bit hesitant to tell my mom because I was a little worried about how she’d react. I don’t really know what her stance is on cannabis so I wasn’t sure whether she’d think I was doing something...

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Mom Weighs in on My Engagement and Ring

Dec 23

Mom Weighs in on My Engagement and Ring

On October 12, my boyfriend of nine years surprised me with a pretty epic engagement while we were in New York City. It involved a pre-recorded message from an American Gladiator and it was appropriately perfect given how goofy-schmoopy (goopy? that doesn’t sound right) our relationship is. The day after Jason proposed, I called Mom to break the good news. Mom: “High bay-beee! Whatchoo doing?” Me: “Hi, Mom. We’re in New York City until tomorrow. I just wanted to call and tell you that we finally got engaged!” Mom: “Hahahahahahahaha!” Me: “…..” I wasn’t sure how my mom would react to the news, but I definitely didn’t expect heavy laughter. Me: “Uh…” Mom: “It’s about ti-iiiiiiiime!!” She actually said that in a singsong voice. Me: “Yeah, I know, we’ve been together forever.” Mom: “No, is okay. Is good. You two more shuh-cure now, good to wait until you ready.” Me: “Yeah, definitely.” Mom: “Jason good man, smart man, he take good care of you.” Me: “Yep, that’s why we’re together. You want to talk to him?” Mom: “Oh-kayyyyy!” I handed the phone to Jason and heard a loud “Con-grat-choo-LAY-shuns!!!” through the phone. Jason laughed and had a polite conversation with the future diminutive in-law before handing the phone back over. Mom wasn’t as happy-shocked as my friends thought she would be, but I wasn’t too surprised since she has two other children who have gone through the marriage/kids milestones already; plus, Jason and I have been together long enough that an eventual engagement wasn’t too out-of-the-ordinary. After I got back to Seattle and we got my engagement ring re-sized and the design tweaked, I sent a picture of it to my mom. I had always told Jason that I wasn’t interested in diamonds, partly because of my half-white guilt over how dangerous and exploitative the diamond trade business is, and partly because I feel it’s a waste of money to spend on an artificially inflated commodity. Jason heeded my request and bought me a simple white gold band with nine cubic zirconia embedded in it. I think it’s just as pretty as a more lavish engagement ring and nobody knows the stones are fake until I tell them. So...

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Mom Can’t Spell, But She Makes a Good Effort

Aug 21

Mom Can’t Spell, But She Makes a Good Effort

Recently, one of my aunts fell ill and passed away. I was unable to fly to Michigan to attend the funeral because I had a conflicting trip booked, but my mom and oldest brother assured me my extended family would understand and that I could send some sympathy cards and pitch in for a flower arrangement. My sister Mia and brother Gene both flew in to attend the funeral and visit family. I was a little sad to have missed the trip because my family and I haven’t all been together since my brother John’s wedding 13 years ago. John spent the week sending me various pictures of everyone and basically making me feel like a jealous turd for missing out. Last night, my mom texted me a picture of her and my siblings: For the record, my brothers are 6’2″ and 6’3″, whereas my mom is barely 5 feet tall, my sister is about 5’3″, and I’m 5’5″ (my dad is about 5’10”). We joke that since my mom is the tallest person in her family, she passed the “tall” gene onto my brothers. She followed that picture up with this text: After noticing that the last picture she sent me (a photo of my sister and her two boys posing with my stepdad) was accompanied by nothing but the letter ‘P’, it took me a couple reads before I realized my mom was trying to spell the word “midget.” When I finished dying from laughter, I showed the text to Jason, who had a similar reaction. An hour after I received the text, I had a missed call and a voicemail from my mom, which is transcribed below: Mom: “Hey Rebecca, 7:30. Remember I send you pick-sure you brothers, me, and Mia.” Yes, Mom, I remember events from an hour ago. Mom: “Two middle one.” I like how she felt the need to identify herself and my sister in the picture as if I was unsure who was who. Mom: “I try to say we look like a midget, me and Mia. Compared to two boys. I don’t know how to spell ‘midget’! Okay! So that means ‘midget’.” Thanks for the clarification,...

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