Have you heard of Murphy’s Law? My dad used to use that term all the time growing up, especially when he was on one of his lecture modes about how life isn’t easy and we all have to work hard in order to have a good life. Then of course, he threw in how he and my mother escaped the war to give his children a better life, an easier life, so don’t disappoint him, which I have already done by not being a doctor, lawyer, engineer, or pharmacist (just kidding).
He would always say that when things go too well, more than likely it will come down times 1000, so be prepared. Can you imagine a 14-year-old getting this lecture? Why do you think I became the way that I am, which is a super crazy planner to make sure life goes smoothly and that I can come out ahead, even on the moments where it looks pretty dreary?
Overall, I would say I have been raised to be very optimistic, giving, but yet able to be independent, but lately, my optimism has decided to go into hibernation for the winter. Over the past year, life hasn’t been that easy, but I kept reflecting that up until now, my life has gone pretty smoothly and I’ve been lucky, so a few potholes are expected, but even the best of us have a breaking point.
Lisa and I were talking about this. When we get sad or angry over something that has happened in our lives, we always think of how lucky we are in general. I always tell myself I have amazing parents, so many amazing friends, a paycheck, I can still walk, I’m alive and then when I watch CNN, I feel guilty for even thinking my life is bad. Look at the people who die in the Middle East from suicide bombers or I hear of someone dying from cancer or a random accident and I tell myself, I can’t believe you wallow in your problems, when people are in such worst shape.
I think that’s how I’ve kept myself going and how all of you thought life was back to normal for me, including my family. For me, I keep a lot of things to myself because every person is fighting their own battle and it’s not fair to add another burden nor is it fair to make them worry, which is why I tell my parents I’m fine or if they do see a medical bill, I joke it off, so I am not the reason to shorten their life.
Many of you have asked me if I’m ok, why I seem a little sad, or distant. I’m not going out as much anymore and there is a good explanation. I’m trying to focus on fixing me.
Last year, a lot of you supported me right after my car accident and I was very lucky that I was not more severely injured with a broken bone, but sometimes I would rather have a broken bone that heals, then all the lingering health issues I’ve had to date.
When I first got in the accident, since I didn’t have any noticeably physical injuries other than horrible bruises, pain in my hip, knees, neck, back, and wrist, which are all the places that got hit when I was thrown around in the car, no one really figured to dig any deeper.
All they saw was bruises for a few months, but that did not stop me from dressing up. So those were the bruises all over my legs from my hips to my feet, front and back, which lasted for a few months. This picture was a month after. So from a doctor’s point of view, again, it’s normal with a car accident.
The doctors sent me to PT, which I was in for nearly 4 months and they gave up on me because the pain was so much. I thought it was manageable. I have my good days and my ok days. But since August, I’ve had many bad days. My back and neck constantly hurt, but it’s a dull pain, but on the days that it gets bad, I just lay there and heat it until I fall asleep.
I honestly told my mother I’m an old lady, especially when it gets cold, my back, neck, and especially my left knee hurts. When I was on the cruise, there were a few days I could barely walk without Lisa’s help. I haven’t been able to go to the gym because my knee hurts going up and down the stairs and trust me I never had an issue before. With this, there isn’t anything that can be done, but ice it and wait for it to heal. The doctor said with car accident victims being hit as hard as mine, it
Right after the accident, I had memory issues for the first month pretty severely. I would forget complete conversations I have with people. I remember Julie and Lisa mentioning that they’ve told me stuff so many times, but they just attributed it to the accident. As time went on, I still had small moments where I forgot stuff, but I compensated it by putting multiple lists together not to forget and it seemed to work.
Yes, I went to the doctor and he kept promising it was normal with that type of accident. Then a few months later, I went to see a Neurologist in March and he gave me some shots, some meds, and again I thought it was ok. I thanked my lucky stars that it wasn’t permanent, but for some reason, since the end of September my memory issues have not only returned, it’s come back much worst. I did not notice at first because the signs are so small, but a few of my friends noticed a change in personality, sometimes forgetfulness, and very recently it was my co-worker that brought up that I’ve been different.
Then my boss brought this up, she said that I was a superstar performer when I walked I first walked in the door. She has noticed I am still performing well, but in areas that I wasn’t initially strong about, I am taking a little bit more time and recommended I go see someone again to figure this out. She said she knows my quality and this is only 80% of what I used to give her, which is still better than what a lot of people perform at 100%, but she wants to see me better and to be able to give 120% like in the old days.
At this point, I’m back to the drawing board. My days are filled with doctor appointments, tests, and I had to go to a few counseling sessions because they think that it’s not normal that I don’t tell this to everyone and that I don’t ask for help.
The past couple of weeks, it has really gotten bad. It first started with me going to make chicken noodle soup, it took me 3 trips. The first time I went, I got everything, but the noodles and the chicken, then I went back and only got the noodles. For all of you know me, I’m so well-organized, that this is not the norm. My memory is so good, people like Aline have been amazed at it, this includes my own parents, so when I forget something this small, it’s a big red flag.
Last week, it took me 3 times to finish a shower. I hopped in and hopped out without actually washing my hair. After that, I went back in, but forgot to wash the conditioner out. The other day, I was drying my hair and A walks by and he’s like why are you drying your hair? It’s not wet. In my head, I thought I washed my hair while showering; no I just took a bath.
When I went to the new neurologist, he said I have post head concussion and he’s mad no one caught it before or did an MRI of my head, but it has very similar symptoms like this, especially being confused, slow processing, etc… When he tested me though, he’s like your intelligence is still there, but it’s as if you are a computer running on a slow processor. I don’t want to be a slow computer; we all throw those away to get a super fast one. One day, someone will throw me away.
To be able to only function partially is not only frustrating, but it makes you feel so disabled. I have to make lists for everything, but even with the lists I forget things. If I make it out of the house remembering 90% of what I needed, it’s an accomplishment. It is so emotionally draining to think over and over again and be so afraid of forgetting something, especially at work. My team doesn’t know, it’s not any of their business, so I try so hard to make sure I don’t slip at all. Even normal people make mistakes, but to me, if I ever forget something I didn’t before, it makes me break down. There are days when I just don’t feel like doing anything, but I make myself get up.
And honestly, I can relate to people who have blue days. Because I’m so frustrated with myself, sometimes out of the blue I just cry, especially when I forget something. You all know how organized, smart, and great memory I had before.
I hardly ever use the word hate, but I am going to I HATE it, I hate having to use my sick leave for something that wasn’t my fault. I hate that when I really need my sick leave like when I have a kid, a big portion of it is used because of these injuries. I HATE the girl. I hate that she was reckless and hit me. I hate that she went to court and was found guilty, but nothing probably changed in her life. I think it’s unfair that for her mistake, for her taking prescription drugs, I have to suffer.
Because of her, everyday somewhere on my body, I am in pain whether it is my knee, back, neck, or sometimes wrist. I cannot do what I used to do, even simply going to the gym; I can’t do my Zumba or Bollywood dance classes anymore because after all the impact, I can’t walk. So now, of course all the weight I worked so hard to lose is all back.
I hate going to doctor after doctor where before, I barely got sick except for my yearly case of the bronchi. Now you look at my bills, it’s all dedicated to the doctor.
I absolutely despise her for having the lowest coverage (my close co-worker hates her too) for an accident. She only has $50 K, so no matter how bad my medical bills are, State Farm doesn’t pay over it. And even if you go to court, you can only get so much and it might end up costing you more, my bills are already close to that max amount, so I just expect that I have to put this in my budget for many years to come.
I hate her for putting me in a horrible financial situation. I was doing fine before I got in the accident, but now I have to pay everything out-of-pocket and wait for reimbursement if they give it to me. I hate that money I was going to use for a lot of awesome trips, a new laptop, and a vacation for my parents all have to be put aside and now everything is being done on a budget. I have to justify every single thing I need because the insurance company is looking at me and saying, sure she has memory issues, and she’s trying to milk us. She has a good job and an MBA, she’s playhing the system. No, they don’t know that I struggle day in and day out to keep my job and stay at the same status quo as I was performing when I walked into the company.
Some procedures that I need, I have to pay for because it’s not essential, well you know what? Well, you think I like being sick? That’s how I feel, as a victim; they make you feel guilty for being looked at, for trying to get better.
Sorry for all the ranting, but honestly I’ve never hated someone so much. I’m sure she doesn’t even think twice about her mistake, about the person she hits and how much it has impacted me. She doesn’t know at times, when I make that left turn and I see a flash, I still panic. She just gets to go about her life, when I struggle with mine.
Of course I’m going to end on a bright note meaning, this past year has brought a lot of happy memories. I have a great family, amazing friends (beyond amazing actually), and a lot of love in my life. I guess I’m luckier than 99% of the people out there, just by having those things.
I just have to keep telling myself that one day I’ll see the light at the end of the rainbow right?
Plus, I wished for a new car and a new car was what I got. Maybe not on my terms, but never the less, I got it.
One night, it was cold and I was absolutely in no mood to cook anything fancy. I had carrots and celery in my fridge, so what better to do on a cold evening, but make chicken noodle soup.
This recipe is enough for 8-10 servings. I had so much left over that I was able to freeze a few. All you have to do is to put it in the fridge before you go to work and by the time you get home, your soup is ready to heat up.
- 1 pack of carrots
- 1 stalk of celery
- 2 large white or yellow onions
- Low sodium chicken broth
- 1 pack of egg noodle
- Roasted chicken from your local grocery store
- Minced garlic
- 1 bunch of green onion
- Bay leaf
*Sometimes at Harris Teeter they have the pre-chopped packets of celery, carrots, and onions on sale. If they do, it’s worth buying them to save some time. Just grab 3 packets.
- Try to chop all of the vegetables around the same size. It looks better and cooks better too.
- Tear the roasted chicken apart. You can use an uncooked chicken, but I’m lazy, plus the roasted chicken always tastes so good. *Make sure the try to keep the entire chicken bones in one piece or easy to take out.
- In a large pot, put a little olive oil and put in a few spoonfuls of minced garlic. Mix them for a few minutes to get the flavor started.
- Throw in the carrots, celery and onion. Have them simmer for about 5-10 minutes on a low-medium heat.
- Add in the chicken bones and pour water to cover about half the pot. Pour in the chicken broth. Add the thyme, bay leaves, coriander, thyme, pepper, and salt. Reduce the heat to low and let it simmer for about 1 hour and a half.
- Add in the shredded chicken and taste the soup and season as needed. Let it simmer on low for another 15 minutes and turn off the stove.
- Cook the noodles separately as directed.
- To assemble, start with the noodles, pour the soup, and top off with a handful of sliced green onions and serve.
Here is the finished product:
On a nice lazy Sunday, I was heading to meet Shari, Cepand, and Adam for brunch. Little did I know that once you go into the parking lot by Founding Farmers, you might never leave due to all the objects from the construction? There really should be some type of sign warning you that once you go in, maybe you’ll never come out.
I promise you and Shari can attest, it wasn’t just my car. We noticed that there were other cars with flat tires too.
When my tire went flat, I had no idea what to do. So of course, it’s Adam to the rescue. He is such a good guy.
I never really cared to learn how to change a tire but after this experience, Adam told me it would be very beneficial for me to learn and I agree.
Here are a few things he taught about changing a tire:
- The spare tire is hidden in the trunk.
- There is a jack already included. I told Adam when he arrived; I don’t think I have the thingy that lifts the car. He’s like all cars nowadays have a cheap, but workable one.
- Yes, you have to get on your hands and knees and look underneath for the metal plate to put the jack. Don’t put it anywhere else or else it will ruin the car.
- To find the whole, listen to the noise. Shari and I became pros at listening for where the air came out of the hole. And…You put your finger on it to stop the air from coming out. Who knew it was that easy?!?
- Pumping the car up is a lot of work and not really easy. It takes muscle.
- You can put some putty or seal to fix the hole. In my head I thought, great…I have to get new tires, but nope, some sticky stuff and it’s fixed!
Thank you Adam for rescuing this damsel in distress because I know you had much better things to do like wash your hair than fix my tire, but I really appreciate it. And of course I document everything.
Over the past year, so many people have told me that they feel that I know everything about them, but what they think they know about me is only the surface.
It’s because I am a curious cat, I always love hearing about people’s lives and what can I say, people love talking about themselves. Jared said he felt like he thought he knew me until he was asked to be interrogated for my security clearance and called me saying he doesn’t know me at all. Well, granted they ask things about if I have gotten tickets or arrested, first off I don’t run around announcing my tickets and secondly, I’m too clean-cut to be arrested. I could never survive a night in jail.
Here is a summary of me:
- No middle name. My parents did not know they could give a middle name in America, so as a first-born I did not get one. My sisters did, then when I was 5 my mom asked me what middle name I wanted. I said watermelon in Vietnamese, so she said NO!
- Kid Spy. I used to go undercover and buy cigarettes from gas stations and if they sold it to me, I would wait while the po-po busted them.
- Obsessed with cheese. I love all cheese. When I was little, I always got in trouble for stealing cheese from the fridge. My mom called me a little mouse. Oh and the cheese addiction is partially why I got put on a diet at age 3, but I was a cute tub-a-lub.
- Silence is my enemy. Even during school, I could never study in silence. I always had to have the TV or music on. Silence makes me bored and when I’m bored, I cause trouble. My parents think I have ADHD, but they are afraid to confirm that theory.
- Addicted to the Stock Market. That’s all that needs to be said. I’ve been flipping since 12 years old.
- No emotional attachment to things. I only have attachment to pictures. Otherwise, I don’t really care about things. If I had a shirt and my sister wanted it, I would give it up. It comes from being the oldest. My mom always makes us sacrifice everything.
- All I want is my two front teeth. I have two teeth fused into one and my youngest sister has one in the same place.
- Love to swim with giant animals. I am amazed by large animals, especially ones that swim like the whale shark or manatee. But I love elephants and pandas too.
- I have a semi-odd obsession with calculators. I used to have them in every room of the house and in all my purses.
- No talkie before coffee. Megan first introduced me to coffee when I was 19 and I’ve been addicted ever since. I am a proud gold card member of Starbucks!
- News junkie. My parents always made us watch the news at 10 PM ever since we were little, so as I’ve grown older, I have kept that habit. The other day, my parents told me I act like I’m 89 because I watch the news so much.
- Short people problems. I had to sit on a phone book during driver’s ed because I could not see and I never learned how to properly parallel park until I got a back-up camera. Oh and my driver’s ed teacher made me cry on my first test run.
- I hate feet. Seriously, they are so gross, even my own.
- Ghosts scare me. This is not just a joke, when I was a child, we went to a graveyard for a school field trip and we had to walk on the lawn. I threw away those shoes because I thought the ghosts would follow me home.
- Never had a broken bone.
- No tattoos and I will never get one.
- I had braces for almost 4 years. I was definitely a late bloomer, I’m much better looking now than when I was younger.
- Snoring. Ugh, I snore really loud. Someone nicknamed me a mini-godzilla. I’m not going to lie, I’m loud.
- Asian #FAIL. I was supposed to be a pharmacist, but because of my fear of dead people, my dad chose my career and told me either to choose accounting or finance.
- I swim in the pool with snorkeling goggles. Sanam never wants to be seen with me, but people are staring because they are jealous they can’t swim as long as I do without getting water in their eyes.
- White hairs. I have had 2 white hairs since I was 3 years old. They grow back in the same place, but it’s just two strands. My mom said it’s because I am always thinking of how to get in trouble.
- If you don’t let me talk, I will die. I talk A LOT, I get it from my mom. My worst punishment would be to not be allowed to speak for 5 minutes. I’ll want to say something and hold my tongue, but then when it’s time to speak, I can’t anymore. It’s just a bad situation to try to shut me up.
- My brain is on 24/7. My head may be little but it doesn’t stop thinking about anything from zombie apocalypse, the next best stock, and work, how I am going to retire and obviously where my trip would be. Cepand said he would like to be in my brain for just 30 minutes because he thinks that’s all he can survive in it.
- Overachiever. IDK, but I always put so much pressure on myself, I graduated my BS at 20, went to get 2 years work experience and jumped back into school and got my MBA at 24. They hated me because I skewed the class age average being the baby. Julia said she would hate being my sisters because I’m so proper LOL.
- Why I got my MBA? Y’all are going to laugh, the main reason I got my MBA was to sit in the pit. When I graduated my BS, I had to sit in the crowd and I told my mom I was so upset because I was small as an ant in the crowd. She said well the only way to get to sit in the pit is to get your MBA or PH.D. So I told her, that’s not fair, ok I’ll get my MBA in 2 years and I did.
- Bowling Pro. I usually got really good at getting strikes when I was bowling. One day I went with my best friend Joseph and I said see I don’t get why people think bowling is so hard, there are two lights showing you where to aim the ball. It was all luck because Joseph explained that meant the frame, it was not guiding me anywhere.
- First let me take a selfie. I take a selfie with everything, this should be no surprise to you. There was an article about people who take selfies are more prone to metal illness, well they are just jealous they don’t know how to take a good one. So read my 5 Tips to take a Good Selfie!
- Scared of heights. I can jump out of a plane and go ziplining, but I get so nervous when it comes to getting on a ladder. I makes no sense.
- Baby blanket. I still had my baby blanket until I was about 13 or 14. My aunt caught me with it one day and she threw it away. It was the worst day of my life, but obviously I survived.
- Say Pink! Megan gave me my first Victoria’s Secret Pink Dog. I started collecting them ever since I was 19. I am obsessed with them. I probably have 30 now.
My section of the neighborhood has a lot of little kids and I’m a little biased, but I’m their favorite. Just kidding, well not really…they always play outside and when I come home from work, they run to me and show me their new shoes and give me hugs. Honestly, no matter how bad of a day you’ve had, kids can always make your life better.
One of the 10 year olds invited me to her birthday party and of course who would say no.
At the party, I met my neighbor’s nephew Jr. I thought he was 19, figuring out his life in college, young, wild and free. Oh no, later on I was talking to his aunt and I was like I feel so old compared to these young people. She’s like Linda; he’s 24, only 4 year age difference. We both looked at each other and just busted up laughing. My parents are right; I’m an 89 year old lady.
Moments why I felt old:
- He was going to a rave and brought out these bracelets. He said they exchange them with each other at these raves. He had to teach me the sign of peace, love, and I can’t remember, rave?
- The ravers wear these mask things and they pay $50 for it. I said, let’s make a business! I’ll do your website, he said, no it’s not in the rave culture and you will be shunned. I said then you are a silent partner and I’ll sell it. For him, it’s important to be cool, for me it’s important to see a business opportunity lol.
- He mentioned how he broke up with his girlfriend, but wanted a sign from God to see if he should give her another change. He paused and I was waiting for something like lighting, no. He’s said that night she tweeted out that she was hurt and that was the sign I needed and I tweeted back to her asking if everything was ok. I asked him why he did not pick up the phone, but tweet his feeling over the World Wide Web?
Moments when I realized thank goodness I don’t date younger men:
- When he was single, he said it was awesome in college because he had a girl before class, after class, during class, coffee, etc… I said, OMG girls these days. How could they do that? In my generation, girls don’t do that, well maybe they did and I just ignored it? I don’t know, but I just think it’s so dangerous. When girls tell me this, I tell them the person could be a killer and you never know.
- He mentioned how it was so easy to hang out with girls. I said, young man, if a man ever asks me to hang out, they go in my phone as asshole and that’s it. They need to use the words; I would like to take you out on a date and open doors like a gentleman.
Things I learned from Jr:
*As a preface, I do not approve of these terms, but I guess I better know them to be “hip” with the lingo these days.
- BAE- Before anyone else.
- Basic Bitch- Apparently, these are girls who wear Ugg boots, leggings, and Northface jackets. He’s like the typical sorority girl. I said, hey I wear that all the time, so you are saying I’m a basic bitch? He said, well, they usually have a Starbucks in their hand too. I said, yep that’s me then.
- Thots- That hoe over there.
- Meme- He mentioned about all these pictures with funny phrases going around. My neighbor Cyndy said, oh you mean the “meh-meh?” Very confidently, I said, “Oh Cyndy, you mean “Me-me” Jr. looked at both of us in shock and said, it’s “meme,” it rhymes like scheme. Yes, at that moment, Cyndy and I were thrown into the LAME category.
Have you ever wondered what happens to your accounts after you are gone? Yes, it is a completely morbid thought, but admit it, you have all thought about it. What will happen to all your accounts when you die?
Well, they pretty much float out in cyberspace until someone contacts them to close it. All your pictures, banking information, in my case my thoughts via my blog are out on the World Wide Web or stored in a cloud somewhere.
I’m such a planner in every way, shape, and form, I took time to make it easy for my parents to take care of all my assets and accounts in case anything happened. First off, my parents think I worry so much and let’s face it, they probably forgot about my amazing plan for them.
My parents are already going to have so much to deal with that the last thing they need to worry about Facebook, LinkedIn, my bank accounts, and when my bills are due. I do everything online, so I am messy; I leave a digital footprint everywhere I go.
I think most everyone does their banking and manage their bills and accounts online, so it’s safe to say a majority of you can find this helpful.
- Have a family meeting to let them know that you are making a list of all accounts for them. Make sure to categorize and it will make their life so much easier when trying to figure out what Alibaba is. Make sure this list is password protected. The worst it to have your list hacked when you are alive.
- List the account name, password, and email address affiliated with each account.
- List any social media that you are on: Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Twitter, Pinterest, etc…
- List any sites you use to purchase or sell products and services like eBay, Amazon, or Craigslist
- List any retailers you have accounts with like Macy’s or Express.
- List all services that you have bills for gas, electric, cable, cell phone, etc… That way, they can shut it off immediately.
- Create a payment schedule. Most of my bills are paid online through one account, so my parents could see what places have automatic withdrawals: My credit cards, house payment, car payment, etc…
- List all your assets. Put together all your bank accounts, IRA, retirement accounts, mutual funds. Of course, you should have beneficiaries listed for all of these, but you want to make sure they get all your hard earned cash and not the state!
- Assign a person responsible for your FB. I sent Lisa this and asked her to continue my page once I’m gone. She agreed because she’s my best friend.
And, if something happens, I told Savoy she better come to my funeral even though she scared of open casket. I told her if she does not come, I will know high in the sky and I will come back and haunt her every night. Boo!
In all reality, I hope that this gives you a little something to think about. Back in our parent’s day, they didn’t have to worry about this, but we do. And no one wants to think of this topic, but welcome to adulthood.
How we met:
Cepand and I met through Shari. Her aunt was having a Christmas dinner and because I am basically Persian, she invited me to the family party. She was like you’ll fit right in and it was true.
Was it love at first sight?
No, it was not love at first sight, absolutely not in the slightest, no offense Cepand. You know I say that with all my love for you, but it’s the truth.
At dinner, Shari and I sat in the corner and the topic of politics arose. Everyone got pretty heated, including Cepand. I remember turning to Shari and whispering, your cousin is so intense. I didn’t know him that well, so I just viewed him as this super opinionated person and I told myself as a check never to bring up any serious topic with him because he’s too smart and uses really big words that goes over my head.
A few weeks later, I spent New Year’s with Shari and Cepand was there. He was a semi-wall flower, but of course I am a talker, so I asked him lots of questions. That’s when we connected and that night, I took a lot of pictures and he read my blog on being an honorary Persian and I think I won him at that point. I guess you can say he could not resist my optimistic and bubbly personality.
After that, we continued talking and overtime, I became a trusted confidant, his social and fashion advisor, and best friend. His nickname for me is his Craysian Fireball, I sometimes still don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
- Prada, Gucci, Louis: I helped Cepand pick out some sexy new shades, so we scoured the mall for the perfect sunglasses. We were free and silly, without a care in the world except to find the sexiest glasses for him. Later on he told me in that moment, he forgot about all his worries. He just learned to enjoy the moment with me. I told him the benefits of being with someone with a simple mind.
- I used Amazeballs? Cepand was appalled he started picking up language from Shari and I. One day he used amazeballs and blamed us. What can you say, we rub off on people.
- Y’all know I am OBSESSED with Whale Sharks. When he went to the Cayman’s, he asked what I wanted and I said a Whale Shark. He just shook his head and said, you want me to bring you a sea creature? I said yes and of course, he kept his word and brought me a form of sea creatures.
- No pictures please. So, on this particular day, Cepand was at dinner for Shari’s bday, he walks in and immediately says no pictures today. I was dying when he said that. There were so many times, I lifted my camera and he just gave me the “don’t you dare” look, but in the end I got THIS fabulous picture.
- He hates selfies…well pictures in general. Yet with me, he just indulges me. I think I made a breakthrough when he took this silly face one! I taught him the importance of knowing your good side and his response was that he doesn’t have a bad side. He’s just that damn sexy. FYI- Mine is turned sideways and looking to the left.
3 Best Qualities:
- Wit and Sarcastic Humor. When you first meet Cepand, you can definitely get the wrong sense that he’s more reserved, serious, and more introverted, but don’t let that exterior fool you. Cepand is one of the funniest people I know. He is very witty and he makes me laugh all the time. When I have a bad day, his humor makes it 100% better. My favorite moment was when said goodbye like he was in a play. His exact words was…And with that I’m out…3…2..1…Curtains fade.
- Knight and Shining Armor. I tell him again and again, there are not many men left like him in the world. He is one of the few truly good guys left. He is sweet, kind, caring, and a great listener. He is one of the few men who opens doors, keeps his promises, lets you have dessert even when he doesn’t want any, and ladies…He always pays for a lady even when we are just friends. But granted as a nice guy, he will never let you walk all over him, which I like. When I’m being absolutely ridiculous, he still calls me out in a semi-kind way. I tell him that he is a rarity and he gives other men a bad name to live up to because he sets the bar high.
- Protective Nature. Cepand is the type of guy you can count on time and time again. He would never let anything happen to you. Even his Myer’s Briggs indicates that his personality is like a guardian. He is the type of guy who will beat up anyone that hurts your feelings, defend your honor, and put an invisible cloak around you when you are feeling down to protect you from the world.
My Most Grateful Moment:
Cepand has played a big role in so many of the pieces of my life that it’s hard for me to thank you for just one particular moment. He’s the person I turn to when I get frustrated or lost. No matter what happens in my life, I know I can tell him everything on my mind, even threatening to be a nun. Maybe he laughs a little at how emotional I get, how crazy or ridiculous I am, but he’s always there for me. I really couldn’t remember life without him in it.
He accepts me for all my flaws, my weird quirks like being deathly afraid of Ebola or Zombies, my inability to stop taking pictures (even when he says no), talking, or the fact that I get distracted within seconds of telling him something. The picture below shows a snippet of what he deals with, bless his heart.
I think two moments do stand out in particular though. The first was when I was really upset with G after he bailed on a date because he put work over a possible relationship, Cepand’s answer was to “Double-FK him in the ear with a stick of fire covered in spiders.”
When I had my cortisone shots and started gaining the weight I worked so hard to keep off, I vented my frustrations to him. He reassured me that everything is going to be ok and that I will get better. He also told me, weight is just a number and when he looks at me he sees nothing but a kind and optimistic person. If I ever needed to vent, he is there to lend a listening ear. He did not deflect the seriousness of the situation, but he did not allow me to wallow in it either.
Thank you Cepand for being my best friend, the protective family member I never had, confidant, keeping me semi-grounded, my live comedy show, and just being you.