There was drama of the highest OOPS! factor during the 2015 Miss Universe pageant with Miss Columbia being first tapped, then untapped as the winner, and Steve Harvey becoming the biggest blunder man on the planet.
Aunty used to watch these pageants in the past, but stopped watching decades ago. It happened after an episode in which each contestant was asked the same question. Each of them took a breath, breezed through their answers, were greeted with applause and cheers as they smiled, waved and glided back to their places in line.
The contestants were all beautiful, poised and had the same fixed smiles on their perfect faces. If based on looks in their gowns or bathing suits, each of them was qualified to be the winner. The revealing of their quality of thinking was in the question and answer portion of the competition.
That year, the question that was asked to each of them was, “If you could have anything that you wanted for yourself, what would it be?”
Without fail, every one of them answered perfectly. “World peace.”
It drove Aunty batty. You see, it wasn’t that their answer was wrong. It was that they did not listen to the question being asked, and instead gave an answer that was incomplete, lacking thought, and impersonal.
A destination
That simple sounding question is one that requires a lot of soul searching, and complete honesty. The answer is one asking for our individual selfish desires – if you could have anything that you wanted for yourself.
It is one that can be broken down into different timelines – today, this week, this month, this year, the next 5 years, a lifetime.
It can cover one or several categories – food, health, wealth, happiness, status, relationships, living arrangements, career choices, etc.
It is a question asking about your dreams and goals, your aspirations, your destiny.
Quiet place, deep thoughts
It is not a spur of the moment question for beauty queens vying for the Miss Universe title. If they were completely honest and paid attention to what was being asked, each of their answers would be, “To win the crown.” An answer that might paint them as shallow shells of beauty, but at least they were telling the truth.
It was a question that haunted Aunty for a long time (during her pre-Aunty days). What if Aunty were put on the spot, and the winner got what they wanted.
This was before Aunty started going to investment seminars, self improvement courses, subscriptions to newsletters, or picking up books on life skills, success, etc. The first task required from those gurus, authors, and mentors is to identify and define your goals in order to design your life’s roadmap to a targeted destination.
“If I could have anything I wanted for myself, what would it be?”
Aunty Batty
Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it? Sort of like Betty but just a smidgeon off.
One day, out of nowhere, the answer to that irritatingly haunting question came, like a bat (heh heh, sorry) from who knows where. It is wildly unrealistic and improbable, it has been frustratingly non-existent in my hands during trying times, the ramifications of it may be troubling, but still, it is Aunty Batty’s answer. Final answer and still holding true.
It would be to have the touch of healing.
Amen
What about you? If you could have anything you wanted for yourself, what would it be?
All answers are acceptable, crowns included.
There was a motorcade on 6th Avenue yesterday, several police cars, an ambulance, swat team and black SUVs. Daughter #2 exclaimed, “It’s Obama!!” and we waved as they passed us and we spotted President Obama in one of the SUVs as it zoomed by. This was very exciting and the closest that Aunty has ever been to a President.
Aunty does not do traditions very well, but one that is done because it is a favorite is Ozoni – soup with mizuna and mochi. Aunty likes the simple simple kind of ozoni that her mother used to make for the family. Other families have awesome ozoni made with fishcake, daikon, gobo, carrots, and a lot more. For Aunty, simple is better for Aunty to remember.




When Aunty was a youngster, Christmas was magical, Santa was real, and the best part of it was opening presents on Christmas morning.
These are so lovely. We used to hang the green wire ones on the low branches of our plumeria tree (before Aunty had her tree trimmers make the trees bolohead) and our front yard would be festive and lit up enough to hibachi during the evenings, all year long.
These are used for Christmas tree lights but Aunty uses them for the electric motor attached to her pasta machine. The pasta machine is used for conditioning and blending polymer clay (Aunty’s current favorite medium). The pasta machine motors have an on/off switch on them that is a bit of a hassle when trying to fold and feed a sheet of clay repeatedly into the machine with 2 hands. The foot control extension plugs into the electric motor’s cord and outlet and the foot button is on the floor so that a flick of Aunty’s foot will turn the machine on or off as desired.

!!!!Update added at end of this article.
A fun quick post about people you meet at Costco. Aunty took a celebrity shot with Wally Amos who used to be known as Famous Amos and then of subsequent Uncle No Name fame. He is still Mr. Aloha – and his cookies (now called Cookie Kahuna) reflect it for they are “Baked with Aloha”.
During the holiday season, Whole Foods brings in THE most wonderful Holiday Grapes. Aunty doesn’t even like grapes, but these are seedless, big, sweet, and just right juicy! Okay, they are kinda expensive at $4.99/lb but they sometimes go on sale during the season and they do keep fresh for a long time in the refrigerator. The store would have them paired with a nice semi hard creamy cheese called Parrano, or something sounding like that.
Remy (the rat) took a bite of a fruit, and a single sweet note played, “bing!” Then, he took a bite of some cheese, and a chord of music played, “tadaaam!” He next went on to take a bite of fruit
Aunty explained her dilemma about cheese illiteracy and Andrew must be a cheese connoisseur because he showed several options, including finding the Parrano cheese, which was kinda expensive and in little wedges. He tactfully pointed out a “very nice Gouda (who dat?)” and it was actually kinda cheap, especially compared to the other cheeses. Aunty chose that one as da winnah, and then Andrew whips out a sticker that says “it’s on US!” and attaches it to Aunty’s cheese! How cool is that!?!