Ummmmmm....You think it's been a while??? Well...now that I have some time on my hands, I can start blogging again! This past year had been a very busy year for me. Between getting married, traveling, school activities and kids, quitting my job, etc....there just hasn't been much time for writing blogs....
So hopefully, over the next few weeks, you will start seeing more of my entries. And hopefully they it will bring you all up to date on what has been happening in my life.
For now I have a full day ahead of me. More posts to come....Current Mood:  chipper |
It's been awhile since I've blogged and I've kind of disappeared for a while. It's been a very busy and hectic year for me with very little time to sit down and scribe something that is somewhat interesting for all of you to read. My apologies to all.
My little sister just sent me a link to an article that I wanted to share. As a proud Aunt and some one who has watched this little girl grow into a mature young woman, I wanted to share this article with you on her accomplishments. She is the 2nd one to your left in the picture. If many of you who have read my blog in the past, I have shared with you some pictures of Alyssa and her soccer triumphs.
Great job Alyssa! Have a rocking year in soccer this year! As a former high school athlete...your Senior year is the time to kick it up and have some fun! You'll do great as you always do!
http://www.thisweeknews.com/thisweek.php?edition=Dublin&story=thisweeknews/071306/Dublin/Sports/071306-Sports-189537.htmlCurrent Mood:  pleased |
After the long months of cold and winter, we will soon be coming up to summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory
on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking as it's the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.
When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:
Routine...
1) The woman buys the food.
2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand.
Here comes the important part:
4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
More routine....
5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the situation.
Important again:
7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.
More routine.....
8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.
9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
And most important of all:
10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off." And, upon Seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women...Current Mood:  amused |
The Sandpiper by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
"When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.
But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.
NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someones heart, and is read with many and now I share it with you...
May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!
Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
I wish for you, a sandpiperCurrent Mood:  contemplative |
1. Your boss is always yelling, "I wanna see your ass in here by 8:00!"
2. Can take advantage of computer monitor radiation to work on your tan.
3. "I'd love to chip in, but I left my wallet in my pants."
4. To stop those creepy guys in Marketing from looking down your blouse.
5. You want to see if it's like the dream.
6. So that with a little help from Muzak you can add "Exotic Dancer" to your exaggerated resume.
7. People stop stealing your pens after they've seen where you keep them.
8. Diverts attention from the fact that you also came to work drunk.
9. Gives "bad hair day" a whole new meaning.
10. No one steals your chair.Current Mood: amused |
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A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.
After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.
The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on
the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start
to get nervous, I take a sip."
So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.
At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink.
He proceeded to talk up a storm.
Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following
note on the door:
1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.
2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.
3) There are 12 disciples, not 10.
4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.
5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.
6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.
7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the spooky.
8) David slew Goliath, he did not kick the sh*t out of him.
9) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.
10)We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."
11)When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, "Take this and eat it for it is my body." He did not say "Eat me".
12)The Virgin Mary is not called "Mary with the Cherry,.
13)The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, Yeah God.
14)Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at ST. Peter's not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.
Apr. 1st, 2006 @ 09:00 pm
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GO GET YOUR MAMMIES GRAMMED
For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said! I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's vise-like grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath," she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy! , I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick their balls in there,
And see how they come out!!
Mar. 4th, 2006 @ 03:56 pm
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Here is my sister's son Adam (my nephew) getting ready for his sweetheart dance. Doesn't he have a beautiful smile? Kinda of Tom Cruisish.....
Mar. 4th, 2006 @ 03:42 pm
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Here is a picture of my sister's daughter (my niece) getting ready for the Sweetheart dance.
Mar. 4th, 2006 @ 03:40 pm
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This is pretty good...I actually learned a few things!
http://www.spicolisbarleybin.com/games/survival.swf
Mar. 2nd, 2006 @ 07:05 pm
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This is a pretty fun test. It's very interesting to see the different cultures related to food. Enjoy!
http://www.fekids.com/img/kln/flash/DontGrossOutTheWorld.swf
Feb. 19th, 2006 @ 08:50 am
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DICTIONARY FOR DECODING WOMEN'S PERSONAL ADS:
40-ish...............................49.
Adventurous......................Slept with everyone.
Athletic...............................No breasts.
Average looking....................Moooo.
Beautiful............................Pathological liar.
Emotionally Secure...............On medication.
Feminist...............................Fat.
Free spirit............................Junkie.
Friendship first......................Former slut.
New-Age...........................Body hair in the wrong places.
Old-fashioned......................No BJs.
Open-minded.......................Desperate
Outgoing............................Loud and Embarrassing.
Professional..........................Bitch.
Voluptuous.........................Very Fat.
Large frame.........................Hugely Fat.
Wants Soul mate.................Stalker.
WOMEN'S ENGLISH:
1. Yes = No
2. No = Yes
3. Maybe = No
4. We need = I want
5. I am sorry = You'll be sorry
6. We need to talk = You're in trouble
7. Sure, go ahead = You better not
8. Do what you want = You will pay for this later
9. I am not upset = Of course, I am upset, you moron!
10. You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think
about?
MEN'S ENGLISH:
1. I am hungry = I am hungry
2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy
3. I am tired = I am tired
4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage!
5. I love you = Let's have sex now
6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex?
7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you.
8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you.
9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you.
10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you.
11. I don't think those shoes go with that outfit = I'm gay
Feb. 12th, 2006 @ 08:27 am
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WINTER CLASSES FOR MEN AT THE LEARNING CENTER FOR ADULTS
NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM.
Class 1
How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays --- Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 2
The Toilet Paper Roll --- Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.
Class 3
Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub? --- Group Practice.
Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 4
Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor --- Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.
Class 5
After Dinner Dishes --- Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?
Examples on Video.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM
Class 6
Loss Of Identity --- Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM
Class 7
Learning How To Find Things --- Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.
Open Forum .
Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.
Class 8
Health Watch --- Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 9
Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost --- Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.
Class 10
Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.
Class 11
Learning to Live --- Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.
On-line Classes and role-playing .
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM, location to be determined
Class 12
How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion
Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.
Class 13
How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy --- Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.
Thee nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.
Class 14
The Stove/Oven --- What It Is and How It Is Used.
Live Demonstration.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.
Feb. 4th, 2006 @ 08:38 am
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Two women go out one Saturday night without their husbands. As they came back, right before dawn, both of them drunk, they felt the urge to pee. They noticed the only place to stop was a cemetery. Scared and drunk, they stopped and decided to go there anyway. The first one did not have anything to wipe her self with, so she took off her panties, used them to clean herself, and discarded them. The second not finding anything either, thought, "I'm not getting rid of my panties..."so.... she used the ribbon from a nearby flower wreath to clean herself. The morning after, the two husbands were talking to each other on the phone, and one says to the other, " We have to be on the look-out, it seems that these two were up to no good last night. My wife came home without her panties! The other one responded, "Your lucky, Mine came home with a card stuck to her ass that read... "We will never forget you "
Feb. 4th, 2006 @ 08:35 am
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Just a few days ago marked the event of Pearl Harbor in remembrance of what happened that tragic day. As a Japanese-American born citizen of the United States, this day, of course, stirs many emotions.
I always wonder what it would have been like to have been living in those times as a Japanese-American. My grandfather (my dad's dad, who is now deceased) came over to the U.S. when he was a teen. He lived through the Great Depression, experienced the Japanese encampments, saw many great inventions come to fruition...pretty much was a wealth of history knowledge. Unfortunately, as a child, I did not take the advantage of listening to his stories and asking questions about what it was like to live this history. I regret that now, as I know I could have learned so much about almost a century of history in the making.
Just recently, I was talking to my mother, who came over to the U.S. from Japan after marrying my father at 23 years old, i questioned her about her experiences. I specifically asked her about WWII and what it was like to be in Japan during that time. Her city was under attack by the U.S. and she experienced first hand what it was like to be in a war zone. Albeit, a lot different from what is would be like today, but never the less, a time of fear and tragedy. She told me that they would go to school 1/2 days and the other 1/2 was spent helping with the war efforts and getting supplies ready etc. At home, they would be on alert for any bomb raids and would listen to the sirens and take cover in underground shelters. She said at night they would live in the dark for fear that the planes would see their lights. She mentioned that at one point in time the sky's were filled with B29's (covering the sky to black) bombing the city. As I understand, her home was demolished and burned to the ground. Fortunately, her family was safe.
I also talked to her about her journey to the U.S. and what it was like for her to come to a strange country, not speaking the language and leaving all her family behind. My mother grew up in a city and came to the U.S. to live on a farm. The adjustment was great for her. She had to get her US citizenship, learn the language, read and write, understand the culture, adjust to farm life, raise 4 children and live a life without her family close by. She had to make new friends and begin her journey here in the U.S. pretty much alone.
I admire my mother and love her dearly. She has had a hard life and has seen and experienced many things that many of us may or will never know. Her stories are invaluable of which I will remember for the rest of my life. I have shared them with my children and hope that one day they will share them with theirs.
If there is one thing that I have learned over the years, is that we need to take advantage of listening to our elders and learn about things that we would never learn in a text book or over the internet.
I hope that each of you take some time to talk to your parent and grandparents to tap into their wealth of knowledge. Otherwise, those wonderful stories and first hand experiences go with them when they are gone. Unfortunately, I was a little too late to take advantage of that with my grandfather. My father and mother, fortunately, still are able to share those stories as well as their own stories with us. I hope that my children and their children will ask me many questions...even though they may not be as exciting as the ones my grandfather or parent's have experienced!!
Dec. 10th, 2005 @ 09:04 am
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Today is a day of reflection. Although each day should be a day of reflection, today brings it to the forefront of people's minds and helps us remind each of us what we are thankful for in our lives.
Like many of you, I am always thankful for what I have in my life, my health, children, family, significant other, etc. As humans we tend to take for granted what we are given every day and do not often think about it twice. We get up every morning and go through our daily routine and then retire at night to refresh ourselves to do the same thing the next day. And so it goes on....
Why is it that we don't appreciate things until it's either too late or it is gone? Why does it sometimes take some catastrophic event to occur in our lives before we realize that what we have is a gift?
As I grow older and I see my parents aging and my children grow up, I find myself thinking more and more about what I have and how precious things are. I try very hard to thank my Maker every day for the gifts that have been given to me in this lifetime. I make it a point every day to tell my children, family and spouse (to-be) how much I love them. And when I find that my work starts taking precedence over my family and friend's, I try to re-align myself again and prioritize what is important to me in my life.
Thanksgiving is not only a day for being thankful, but it is also a powerful reminder of how we need to reflect on our lives and re-align ourselves both in our hearts and in our minds on what is important. May your Thanksgiving and every day be a day of reflection and thankfulness for your gift(s) you have here on earth.
Nov. 24th, 2005 @ 08:40 am
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Last night Brandon's high school band had "A Night at the Movies" concert at the high school. They played silent clips of various movies while the band played the theme of the show as background music. They first had the Freshman and Symphonic band play the first few songs from movies such as Shrek and Rudy. They had a 15 minute intermission and then brought on Prairie High School's Wind Ensemble (which Brandon plays in as well as in Jazz I) and played themes from movies such as The Wizard of Oz, The Patriot, Saving Private Ryan, The Matrix Reloaded and Fiddler on the Roof. The band was absolutely fabulous! These kids are so talented and the are probably the best high school band that I have had the experience of listening to...absolutely phenomenal! It was a very nice way to spend a Friday evening...the event was free of charge, the music and film exceptional. I got to see my son play and look handsome. And they served soda, popcorn and candy at the event...all concession proceeds going to the band.
The next event will be on December 1, 2005. This is the Prairie Jazz Night with Pleasant Valley, Laurin and Maple Grove Jazz bands playing. It will be held at the PHS auditorium starting at 7 p.m. I urge all to come...they are indeed worth listening to. And if you can't make that, be sure to attend their Holiday Concert to be held on December 14 and 15 at 7 p.m. at the PHS auditorium.
Thank you Mr. Dave Williams, Prairie High School band director, for directing this talented group of kids and letting us listen and enjoy their music!
Nov. 19th, 2005 @ 09:04 am
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This is a picture of my niece (2nd from the left) with her friends at Homecoming this year. It always amazes me how fast they grow up.
When I saw this picture, my first reaction was, "Wow, look how much she has grown up". The second response was, "When I was 16, I sure didn't look like that!"
Looking back on my high school years, I remember still being a bit awkward at 16 and still trying to figure out who I really was and how I fit in with everybody else. And I definitely remember that I did not look anything like these girls! These girls look and dress like they came out of some teen magazine. How times have changed, not only with dress, but with how much faster they grow up.
I have a 12 year old daughter who in my opinion (I have to be biased...I am her mother!) is a very pretty girl. It scares me to think of what she will look like at 16. If it is anything like these girls, her dad and I are in big trouble!!!
I have to admit, I was very nerdy during my high school years and did not go to any dances. I really did not start blooming until I got out of high school and became my own person. It bothered me a bit not going to the proms and homecomings and missing out on all the normal high school activities. But then again, I was really into gymnastics and academia. Although I had a few crushes on boys, I truly did not have time for them. Things changed of course as I grew older.
I guess over time, things worked out just fine. I have two wonderful children and a wonderful fiance. (and of course, I can't forget, the best dog ever!)
I hope Alyssa and her brother Adam had a great time at the dance. I'm looking forward to seeing next years pictures!!!
Oct. 30th, 2005 @ 08:59 am
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| » Going under the knife |
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I just spoke to my dad a couple of days ago to check in to see how he is doing. We don't chat very often but when we do, we can usually stay on the phone for a good hour or so (and that's not only my dad, but with all my family). That's probably the reason why I don't call home very often because the long distance bill can add up (I have 5 other members in my family - all of them long distance). You probably ask why I don't use my cell phone for long distance phone calls since my long distance calls on my cell is at no charge....one problem...my house is a dead zone. The reception in my house for cells is nil, nada, none. So, I can either stand in the middle of the street and talk or I can call on a land line in the comfort of my home.
At any rate, in speaking with my dad, I found out that he is going to have hip replacement surgery on November 4, 2005. Due to aging, old athletic injuries and a pretty consistent life of golf, his hips are just wearing out. My dad is now 74 years old (75 on Christmas day) and I worry about his surgery and recovery. I know as you get older, the time of recovery is longer and the chances of other complications such as pneumonia and clots are higher. So of course, I am worried even though this is a pretty common procedure. He says that he will be in the hospital for 4 days, a few of those days for post op therapy. After he is out of the hospital, it'll be another 2-3 months before he is fully recovered. During that time, he will be in physical therapy pretty much every day. He will also have to use a walker and cane until his hips are strong enough. He jokes with me on having to take the "senior citizen's" bus to get to therapy.
If you don't know my dad, he has always been a very independent person not having to rely on anybody. He is constantly active. Even though he is 74 years old, he is still selling insurance part time and traveling to meet his clients. In between (when the weather is nice) he sneaks in a game of golf and putters around the house. His mind is sharp and his health generally good.
But like everything else, age starts running its course and we all start slowing down a bit. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't see my dad slowing down any time soon, but I do notice that he isn't as spry as what I remember him to be. (geesh...ok...so he isn't 50 or 60 years old anymore, although he looks like someone in his 60's rather than 70's - damn Asians!!!)
I'm sure my dad will do just fine. He has a great attitude and a fighting spirit. I hope that I have his energy and vitality at his age.
Dad, if you are reading this, get well soon. I will be thinking about you and wishing you well. If you need anything, let me know.
I love you Dad...
Oct. 8th, 2005 @ 02:56 pm
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