I miss blogging. The reason I miss it is connectivity. I feel disconnected every time I fail to chronicle any of my latest experiences that I would want to remember, 6 days, 6 months or 6 years from now. So much has happened that, lo and behold, it is the month of March, Winter is just about to end and Spring really wants to creep in and dominate the stage. But I heard that this weekend is going to be snowing again, or even tomorrow, Friday, and that just makes me mad. I am done. I am sick of winter. Please, dear Sir Winter, it is YOUR turn to hibernate. I want to expose my toes, arm pits and nape. Just … go away, please, I beg of you. People who have been born and raised in Omaha can’t get used to it, they just deal with it, and I guess I just have to.
Which state do we move to next? North Carolina perhaps? Anyway…
1) Work. Work has been great. After a rather challenging 2 months trying to pin down the Reinstatement Quotes project, we went to Production 2 days ago. Finally! After much liaising and asking the question, “What does that mean?” over and over I said it in my sleep, we went Live! Even if it took some 4 hours more to wait for the server and security problems to get fixed, we accomplished a huge thing that day. We have quite a long Laundry List to go and we will break it up between our April and May releases. But I’m really excited for the E-Payment and Fraternal Reporting System project. It will take some juggling but as Bret and Keith say, “We have complete faith in you.” Sher, why not.
2) Health. I still have polyps, yes, and so if this hormone therapy I have been on for 2 months doesn’t work, I am going to switch to these antibiotics in case it’s cervicitis. If THAT doesn’t work, ambut. I have maintained the 104 to 108 lbs. range so I am happy, happy, happy. One time I missed 2 days of weigh monitoring and when I got on the scale, I was a wussy 102. lbs! Ack! Hoen tells me my butt is firmer and rounder and that makes him happy and me, happier. When I try to fold my arms together, I feel some hilly contouring on my arms (goal: Jessica Biel arms!) and that makes me happy too. But the fact that I can get on an incline of 15, a resistance between 3-4, a heart rate of 162 for 30 straight minutes, is a milestone. I can hear my body thank me.
3) Family. My mom is doing better diabetes-wise. Her blood sugar has been stabilized for over a year now and she has been taking that Boston-C concoction which worked a miracle on her level of activity. She can sleep well now, 8 hours straight, and her feet are NOT swollen anymore AT ALL. That is such good news. The only clincher right now is that one night, my dad forgot to set the timer for the air conditioning and so my mom’s legs were exposed to the cold temperature the entire night. She woke up with a nagging right knee the next day. Her arthritis tends to last longer now that she’s in her 60s and so my Dad gave her a cane to support herself with temporarily. I send her rather authoritative texts and emails to “Move, move, move!” because she was never really the active type.
Megan has been sending me the sweetest emails. At an age where everything is going for her in school, her musical group and with her friends, the fact that she takes the time to send me rather lengthy emails just to tell me that she misses me or that she loves me just warms me up like a cup’a.
Jones just got her US visa! She got into this Rotary Club program and got the Exchange student deal for a month. She will be doing reports for schools in Maine, New Hampshire and Massachusetts. When her program ends on May 5th, she will go to Chicago to see Ate Joyce and Tita Joy and then quite possibly, Omaha after. I volunteered to take care of her Chicago-Omaha-Chicago fare so that Joen and I don’t have to pay 2 fares worth back and forth. Not in this economy, nosiree. We’re still finalizing her IT but we are so looking forward to her coming over!
4) Marriage. Hoen is still yummy, I still prefer watching him watch TV than anything in the world. I am physically and sexually attracted to him and I think that’s why I never get tired of looking at him. I also feel the need to always touch him. Is it the weather? Maybe. But I am getting needier and needier of his touches. It’s his fault, he is always warm, and so a snuggle goes a long way. Of course, it doesn’t go both ways, sad to say, but he is obsessed with me in other gestures, ahahaha. Just last night, I gave him a shampooing-head-massaging on the sink ala hair salon and he loved it. If not for the chair he was sitting on, it could’ve lasted longer. Too bad I let the costumer stow away the chair and towels after my “service”, hehe.
5) School. Anne, Zoe and I see each other every Saturday to study for the GMAT together. Last Saturday, they came over to the house and I served them escabeche fish, palabok and maja blanca. They loved it! And our GMAT studying that day was the best so far. It was so funny how with one question we would either have 3 different approaches and have 3 different answers or have 3 different approaches and the same answer. But Zoe’s strength is her ability to make equations right away (as a Beijing Chinese, she is predisposed to be good in Math). Anne’s strength is that she gets the question right away and she’s also quite good with equations. My strength would be arithmetic and spatial reasoning. So if you make me multiply 19 with 19, I can do it with no calculator help, but I suck suck suck at equations! Sundays are devoted to Economics. Zoe and I met up with Lolita for the first time last Sunday and it was just so productive that we intend to do it every Sunday. So Saturdays, we do GMAT. Sundays, we do Economics. And that’s how it’s going to be until the month of May. Poor Hoen. Our ECON professor, Scott, loves to single out a bunch of us in class and I’m glad I am one of them.
6) Friends. The other week I had a dream about a shoe shot. A Harem shoe shot that is. That was just it, a frame of a shoe shot. I didn’t quite understand what the point was until last night when Buttwipe asked me to look for this pair of shoes for her. I told her she would be a narrow while Leg, Doogie and I would be a Medium. And that’s when it struck me. Last week at the office, a former nurse colleague said that our feet, depending on the shoes we wear, and our age. I remember wondering whether the 4 of us would have the same feet size forever. And last night, after she asked me that favor, I remembered what my colleague told us. Could it be that Buttwipe has a different width size now than the rest of us?
I’m sure there’s lots more to say and blog about but that should about do it. ‘Til next month? Hehe. NOT!
