Author: Doris

2:40:17 AM james_s_robertson: why you up so late?
2:40:38 AM blehargh: oh you’re opening the floodgates here
2:40:42 AM blehargh: i’m warning you
2:40:51 AM james_s_robertson: hmmmm
2:41:05 AM blehargh: you can still take it back. heh
2:41:24 AM james_s_robertson: nah, i won’t take it back
2:41:29 AM blehargh: heh. okay
2:41:47 AM blehargh: well the short of it is that Lynn and Jack had sorta of a wedding reception tonight
2:41:56 AM blehargh: and it was a really nice affair
2:42:11 AM blehargh: but somehow I ended up sitting next to Jocelyn and her BF.
2:42:18 AM blehargh: and you know that’s fine
2:42:36 AM blehargh: I’m cool with, you know, being in the same room as her and all.
2:42:56 AM blehargh: i just really really really think it’s rude when she decides to try to engage me in conversation
2:43:08 AM blehargh: when 1) I’ve made it clear that I don’t want to talk to her
2:43:27 AM blehargh: and 2) I have never initiated any conversation with her in the past year
2:43:41 AM blehargh: you’d think someone would get the hint, that I DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU
2:44:18 AM james_s_robertson: i see isee
2:44:19 AM blehargh: i just wish she respected me enough to accept that
2:44:30 AM blehargh: so I take it pretty personally there
2:44:45 AM james_s_robertson: so you think it was malicious or just negligant?
2:45:01 AM blehargh: niether in a way
2:45:38 AM blehargh: i think she’s just trying to make herself more comfortable in an uncomforatble situation
2:45:51 AM james_s_robertson: hmmm, ok
2:46:37 AM blehargh: or i think, in a way, she feels like she’s done me wrong, or the situation shouldn’t be as it is, but i don’t think she understands that it’s not about how she feels anymore
2:47:19 AM blehargh: so she feels uncomfortable and wants to move away from that
2:47:30 AM blehargh: and use being on good terms is the only way to do that
2:47:53 AM blehargh: but she just charges ahead without taking my point of view into consideration
2:48:33 AM blehargh: anyways. there I’m done.
2:48:33 AM blehargh: thansk
2:48:43 AM james_s_robertson: np….
2:48:56 AM james_s_robertson: do you think you’ll ever get her to understand your point of view?
2:49:06 AM james_s_robertson: (i guess that’s hard if you don’t want to talk to her)
2:49:14 AM blehargh: what’s the point?
2:50:06 AM james_s_robertson: yeah, ok
2:50:39 AM james_s_robertson: man, is that all you’ve got? i thought there were more rivers of outpouring here 🙂
2:50:46 AM blehargh: heh
2:50:58 AM blehargh: her new BF seems nice
2:50:59 AM blehargh: ha
2:51:08 AM blehargh: how’s that?

Today we went to the Botanic Gardens. Noel was our designated dog handler. There are tons of dogs at the Gardens, Ruby usually has a tough time greeting the other dogs without barking insanely at them. Grrr, I’m the meanest Laborador Retriever ever! Don’t mess with me or I will lick you to death! Bark, bark, grrr, grrr.

I realize that this isn’t Ruby’s fault really, it’s our fault because we are such wimps that Ruby feels like it’s her duty to protect us from even the smallest schnauzer.

But with Dad at the other end of Ruby’s leash, she seemed to know that he was in charge and with only one exception, Ruby pretty much behaved. (There was a bit of a growling match at the cafe, I think I saw Ruby’s teeth, but the other dog was wandering off leash, not a good idea. I didn’t get a good look at it, I only turned when I heard the growling).

Dad, who I know has always wanted a dog, loves Ruby and presented her to every little kid walking in the park. “Come on over! Nice dog!” It was very sweet to see.

Daddy said about patiens (hope the spelling is correct), patiens. I just read a book in the Chinese paper and posted part of the book. Hope you can read it.

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Well, I would have posted this awhile ago, but there was other pressing concerns at the time. Anyhow, I’ve finally retired my old old sad pair of Birks, for this shiny spiffy pair. And black too! So thanks to Doris and Jeremy for the wonderful present!

Too bad I can’t seem to wear my brown belt anymore… sigh. 

I have been trying to keep this blog happy and optimistic because, in general, I feel happy and optimistic most days.

But today for whatever reason – lack of sleep, Edda’s last day of summer school school, the weekend without plans coming up – I was bummed. It’s when I think about the years ahead of sleepless nights (Edda still gets up 2 or 3 times a night and takes about an hour of singing to fall asleep at night) or perhaps not being potty trained or if she is in pain, not know exactly where she hurts becuase she can’t tell me, or even if she forever keeps putting her damn hand in her mouth for the rest of her life – well, I just want to throw in the towel. Kick the can. Bah humbug.

Don’t worry, I’m sure this feeling will pass. It always does.

There are a lot of people coming to visit us next week. I’m not sure how the stars lined up, but so many people are flying 24 hours to reach our humble home in Singapore that we are going to have a party. Shhhh, don’t tell Vince or else he won’t sleep for days.

Good Job Jeremy!

Jeremy took me out on our first date ten years ago today! Woo hoo!

Dad doing the dishes:

Dad has also been rocking Edda to sleep at night. She usually gets up 2/3 times a night and either Jeremy or I get up. Last night, she slept though the night or so I thought. Dad had actually gotten up at midnight when Edda stirred and rocked her back to sleep.. Amazing. So sweet.

Vince this morning was on a nail polish kick. His friend Samantha has blue fingernails and he wanted to replicate it. We used dry erase marker which was driving me crazy because it kept coming off and Vince wanted me to reapply it. I had to pull out the old gender card and tell him that boys don’t wear nail polish, and he wiped his nails clean and went to school. Now I have to say, I don’t really care if he wants to paint his nails bright red, it’s just that I know something is brewing on at his school about boys vs girls and I’m not sure what his teachers think about nail polish on boys..

Edda had a therapy session today and these ladies were interning for the summer with our physical therapist. This is their last week! They took a shine to Edda. It’ll be another 2 years before they get their therapist degrees… (OK, not the best picture of Edda..)

Well, I normally don’t look forward to calling tech support, but today I had to because of some failure in some hardware we had. The support woman connected me to an engineer and he put us both on hold while he was running around checking things out, so we were chit chatting abit. Found out that she was in Newark and likes to go to Miyake’s on University and down the sake bombs. Funny.

One of my co workers, who was listening in on my call since we all have cubes, was making fun of me over IM during the phone call. He wanted me to get her phone number. laff.

Dad has been sitting in on Edda’s class. We’ve been talking about the different kids in her class and their various “issues”. Most of the kids in Edda’s class are older than her, most of them are at least 3 years old and autistic. Edda is probably the most disabled kid in her class this week. She’s the only one who can’t feed herself snack, someone needs to be there and help her eat.

I went to the prata shop today, and the guy who works the register said to me, “You are always so happy and lively when you come in, what’s your secret?” This came as such a surprise to me because I consider myself a grouchy-grouch. I told him that the prata shop was the only time that I really had to myself and I felt just a little bit removed and relieved from my responsibilities, I’m happy to sit for a few minutes and eat a prata and have a glass of fresh lime juice. Such simple things make me happy these days.