Year of the Dog

Gung Hay Fat Choy! Ok, I'm a little late, but I've been boozing since Chinese New Year, I finally woke up from my nasty pijiu hangover and I'm ready to spread the love. Dude, it only comes around every 12 years, but this year is MY YEAR! The Year of the Dog! Woohoo!

This year is going to be a great year. First of all, my PoPo was born in a dog year. Here's PoPo with all the men in her life:

Here's PoPo with all the woman in her life: She's lucky, you know, because she has all those people that love her in her life.

Second of all, Dina turned 34 in February. 34, for whatever reason, is her favorite number. No, not because she really loved Charles Barkley or Fernando Valenzuela for that matter.




Instead, that's Dina's basketball number, the number she had since she was in 4th grade at a ripe 10 years of age. She's actually 11 in this picture, but see if you can pick her out. She's in the first row, being one of the shortest. She's always been in the first row. No, it wasn't selected for any particular reason other than the number was free. But Dina kept that number from age 10 , all the way through high school, and even during some club play post-high school. (By the way, for all of you wondering, just because you play a sport that long doesn't mean you are good. And surely, you aren't any good 14 years after not playing the sport at all. It's almost like you never played at all. And did you check out that hair??).




Third of all, and here's my final reason. For cryin' out loud people, it's the Year of the Dog, and I'm a DOG!!! So bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay to you all, my peeps. Have a great year!