If you couldn’t already tell by my name, I am Filipino-American. For some reason, it is very common for Filipinos to give their children names that combine their parents’ names. (My mom’s name is Arleene and my dad’s name is Rubin.) I can’t speak Tagalog, Ilocano, or Visayan, I only understand the “bad” Filipino words or when my grandma is telling me to go eat and growing up we didn’t practice traditional Filipino customs. We did, however, make lumpia.
I love crispy bacon, ice cream, and French fries. Having them all together would be divine.
I love The Foo Fighters. Musical geniuses.
I can be sarcastic at times. Okay, maybe like 80% of the time.
If it happens to be on TV, I will watch You’ve Got Mail even though I’ve seen it at least 25 times. This is not an exaggeration. Just ask my husband.
On Mother’s Day we made a stop at Don Quijote (anyone remember when it was Gems?) since Savers (yay for thrift store shopping!) wasn’t open yet. I know what you’re thinking. She is just one wild and crazy gal. I spent about fifteen minutes browsing in the Asian foods aisles and eventually bought this.