Life in Aiken, SC

This town is booming too. The only problem, it grows without careful city planning. Almost all shops, restaurants, fast food places, etc. are concentrated along the main street (Whiskey), like Rockville Pike in Rockville, MD. Traffic is pretty bad considering this is a small town.

Well, Mom and I are gradudally settling down and will explore the nearby towns and cities. After buying some furnitures the other day, we bought another TV. All these items, household stuff, may be destined to be disposal with deductions on our tax returns when we move to other town in the future. Believe me or not, just after 2 weeks at work, I heard Mom was bargaining with other head hunter for a higher pay job in another town just recently. People asked her about of just getting one job, instead of two with husband. She said she might accept because it is just a couple of hundred miles away. A couple of hundred miles away seems no big deal to us – laugh!. We are definitely acting like Gypsies. But, Gypsie life with pay isn’t that bad. We are kind of falling into the groves by doing that over and over again. With experience, there is less anxiety, stress, etc. by hopping from one job to other in different towns. Sometimes, it can be a preferred life style 🙂 Who knows.

I still wash the dishes and try to help Mom on household work as much as I can. I went to the apartment gym regulary to exercise. Mom does her exercise in the apartment. Sometime, I follow her moves as pair. She said I look like an “APE”. She even made a lot of paper apes and hang a big one on our car mirror. Of course, with big “N”s +on it.

I’m looking up a dog’s ass.

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So after many pictures of Edda walking, I thought that Vince deserved a picture of his own. Here he is after school, still in his school uniform — we walk through a mall every day to get home and the center of the mall has a revolving display of random stuff, sometimes there is kids clothes, sometimes, make-overs, sometimes shoes. Today there were ballons with animals. Vince was running around like a maniac playing with the balloons, it was only a little while later I noticed a small sign that indicated a 20 dollar fine for a destroyed balloon. Luckily no ballon animals were injured.

More walking pictures..

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Well, we are at Rukia’s house (our housekeeper) – her daughter is on the couch behind her taking a nap. Edda had a therapy session today where she spent most of the time on her 2 feet. Very nice therapy session, we’re working pretty hard with her. Some days I’m blue and other days I’m happy. Some days I want to go back to the US, other times, I think it’s OK to stay here. I miss my family and my friends. Vince stayed with Rukia while Edda was at therapy – he loves the Mr. Bean cartoon. I had no idea.

Knitting Olympics progress.

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Well here it is, the beginning of my mitten. I’m learning a lot of new things, like combined knitting, my first itty-bitty cable, reading a chart. It’s fun. There is no way I’m going to be done when the Turin 2006 Olympics are done, so maybe I’ll aim for 1 mitten? I’ve decided I’m prone to RSIs, so my hands are achy and I’m trying not to do too much at once.

Don’t You Hate It When….

Everyone else is wrong and they won’t take your damn good advice?

Sigh. There’s some technical decision to be made about how we want to version digital objects within the repository. I’m the only one on one side, and it seems like everyone else is on the other side. Of course I’m right.

They want to add in more complexity, assume things about what the user wants, create objects that cannot be backed out of the repository if we wanted to change methodolgies. All bad.

I feel like I’m screaming my head off saying that it’s a terrible idea, of course, nobody listens to me. Probably it doesn’t help my case that I’m screaming my head off, I don’t think people appreciate it and biases them against my view point. but whatever. I feel there are way too many negatives to ignore right now.

blah. of course I have the reputation of being the maverick – disagreable. That’s fine, but don’t dismiss what I say on the basis of that.

fugger.

A Bit Sore Today…

Oye, Yesterday was a prep race for Sea Otter and the 24 hour race. I did okay, tho I only had about 2 hours of sleep before the event, and I was mentally out of it, and during the race, I managed to run into a bush. Laff. I was trying to pass someone on the outside, and I mistimed it, and I smacked right into it. Of course, the feller could have moved over to the right a little, and I’d have been okay, but details details. I did pass him about 3 miles later. hahah. so yeah 8 out of 15. not too shabby for this early in the year.

When I got back home I zonked out for an amazing 13 hours of sleep. From 6pm to 7am. oye.

ON a side note, my landlord is not happy with me having my bikes in the house. I guess it was coming anyways. I’m a bit sad to move everything into the garage, because I don’t really trust garages at all to hold expensive bikes, but I’m willing in the name of compromise.

Who’s your daddy?

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Here’s another photo of Edda walking. Our standards are pretty low here for “walking”. What you see in the picture is pretty much what you get. She holds onto the table and backs up away from it and stands and shifts weight back and forth between her 2 feet and then walks back to the table. So she’s not really going anywhere, but at least she’s walking.

Today we had a long meeting with the geneticist who advised us to get some more detailed genetic testing done on Edda. It involved getting blood from both Jeremy and me because they have to determine which chromosomes are maternal and which ones are paternal. It was pretty funny because in the consent form, it stated that, in effect, it was a paternity test and that if the results revealed that Jermey wasn’t Edda’s biological dad that they would have to tell him.

So who’s your daddy, Edda?