I think that I've solved the mystery of having periods. You don't actually lose an egg or two in the process, what you're actually losing, are brain cells, which is why I'm getting dumber and saying more stupid things as I get older. Also, after your period, your mind adjusts to having a few less brain cells and you talk like you normally do. When you get pregnant, you actually hold in all your brain cells until that final push, then you push out nine months' worth of brain cells.
Why do I say this? Well I just insulted our finance officer and I'm blaming it on my period. I told her I thought she was older than I was, and her driver's license told me that she's actually about 3 years younger. Oops.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Reunions
I was talking to a friend about our upcoming reunion and how I received an email from one of the people who's organizing it. I checked out her website www.asweetbegining.com and I was surprised to see how much she's aged. I know it's been a while since we've been in high school, but my goodness, I dont' think I've changed that much. Okay, I have, but for me, I just took a long time to grow out of the ugly duckling stage. This woman, as my friend exclaimed, looked at least 7 - 10 years older than what we actually are. I think she must have kids on top of the business, kids seem to age people considerably.
I'm almost tempted to go (again) just to see who else has aged as badly. Plus, it'd be an opportunity to flog my business, something more on the edge to contrast with this event planning woman. I think I've gotten jaded as I got older.
I'm almost tempted to go (again) just to see who else has aged as badly. Plus, it'd be an opportunity to flog my business, something more on the edge to contrast with this event planning woman. I think I've gotten jaded as I got older.
New foods ahead
I haven't bothered writing cuz I've got nothing interesting to write about. We've been busy getting ready for our trip to Rome, Paris, Istanbul and New York, in that order. I'm looking forward to trying out new foods and going crazy in the spice market buying all sorts of things. Nephew #1 wants basalmic vinegar from Rome. How many 10 year olds do you know who would be asking for vinegar? Nephew #2 is a more typical kid, and asked for chocolate from Paris. Guess I better ask how much cocoa he wants in his chocolate.
Speaking of chocolate, DH and I went to pick up milk from the grocery store the other nite. True to all shops, you never come out with only what you went in for. They had the Callebault chocolate on sale, so we picked out the largest piece of dark chocolate we could find, and the second largest piece of dark chocolate. So we head to the check out with our 4 items, 2 giant pieces of chocolate and 2 things of milk. The cashier asked what we were going to do with all that chocolate and DH says with a straight face, "Oh, it should hold me for tonite." I better hide that chocolate.
Speaking of chocolate, DH and I went to pick up milk from the grocery store the other nite. True to all shops, you never come out with only what you went in for. They had the Callebault chocolate on sale, so we picked out the largest piece of dark chocolate we could find, and the second largest piece of dark chocolate. So we head to the check out with our 4 items, 2 giant pieces of chocolate and 2 things of milk. The cashier asked what we were going to do with all that chocolate and DH says with a straight face, "Oh, it should hold me for tonite." I better hide that chocolate.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Who's PMSing
Just finished talking to my sister's mother (I refuse to be connected to her when she's acts up). I've already had a long day at work and just wanted to unwind and have a nice conversation. It started well enough, mom told me that they couldn't use my credit card to book their cruise for whatever reason. And that's okay, it would've been nice to get the air miles but whatever. So I asked her about the cruise; she had mentioned New York and Rome in passing when she asked for my credit card, and Rome is the one place she really wants to see, being the religious fanatic that she is. She said she wasn't happy about it because both New York and Rome were just going to be stopovers and not really a destination point.
She said the people that they're going on the cruise with, had been to both Rome & New York before and therefore, didn't really want to spend that much time there. Plus staying in Rome would be several hundred dollars in hotel alone, she said. I told her that it didn't have to be, that we booked cheaper places to stay than that, and she gets all exasperated with me, saying how because her and dad don't speak English well, they have to rely on other people to take them to these places. (The implication there, for anyone who's not of asian descent, is that while DH and I happened to plan a trip for there, we weren't taking her along, so she had to go with other people.) I said her English was fine, and she pretty much told me not to patronize her. Well so much for honesty. The cruise itself sounds nice, sailing around Italy and Spain, all in all about 2 1/2 weeks of cruising. She said she didn't really care once she found out they weren't staying in Rome for any period of time, but dad really wants to go, so that's why they're going. Gee mom, that's the attitude alright.
The conversation then moved on to her saying she should give me the phone number of the girl who called me about our high school reunion. I told mom that it was alright, that I got an email from another former classmate with the organizer's email. Mom asked if I had emailed back yet, and I said no, I'd been busy. She retorted with "What, she only emailed you today?" As a matter of fact yes. Mom made it sound like it was a horrible thing for me not to get back in touch, she wanted to know why I didn't just take the phone number and call this person back. Well I've been dealing with more people today than I care to, I've had a woman at work on my case, and then send a snarky email all round to everyone about how we weren't doing our jobs. Plus, on top of all that, I'm PMSing, so if I don't want to f***ing talk to anyone, I don't think I should have to. But you'd think, from talking to mom, that she was the one having the bad day and PMSing. It's no wonder people become alcoholics.
She said the people that they're going on the cruise with, had been to both Rome & New York before and therefore, didn't really want to spend that much time there. Plus staying in Rome would be several hundred dollars in hotel alone, she said. I told her that it didn't have to be, that we booked cheaper places to stay than that, and she gets all exasperated with me, saying how because her and dad don't speak English well, they have to rely on other people to take them to these places. (The implication there, for anyone who's not of asian descent, is that while DH and I happened to plan a trip for there, we weren't taking her along, so she had to go with other people.) I said her English was fine, and she pretty much told me not to patronize her. Well so much for honesty. The cruise itself sounds nice, sailing around Italy and Spain, all in all about 2 1/2 weeks of cruising. She said she didn't really care once she found out they weren't staying in Rome for any period of time, but dad really wants to go, so that's why they're going. Gee mom, that's the attitude alright.
The conversation then moved on to her saying she should give me the phone number of the girl who called me about our high school reunion. I told mom that it was alright, that I got an email from another former classmate with the organizer's email. Mom asked if I had emailed back yet, and I said no, I'd been busy. She retorted with "What, she only emailed you today?" As a matter of fact yes. Mom made it sound like it was a horrible thing for me not to get back in touch, she wanted to know why I didn't just take the phone number and call this person back. Well I've been dealing with more people today than I care to, I've had a woman at work on my case, and then send a snarky email all round to everyone about how we weren't doing our jobs. Plus, on top of all that, I'm PMSing, so if I don't want to f***ing talk to anyone, I don't think I should have to. But you'd think, from talking to mom, that she was the one having the bad day and PMSing. It's no wonder people become alcoholics.
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