I'm having internet issues and I'm scared to write of them. I mean, with blog sites blocked in China, how much outside of China is really monitored?
Not that Joe-blow 中国人 (Chinese person) could even access this site and all its scary info, but, I don't know.
Is anybody out there?
I guess I'll know tomorrow when I try to log in.
2.14.2011
2.10.2011
Another thanks, closer to home
We're dueling computers tonight, side-by-side on the couch. One old, one new. One yelled at every few minutes (guess which?), the other working away sans complaints. All for the love of...I don't know - career? Money? Security? Travel?
I wonder sometimes why hubby and I put ourselves through the stress and chaos of life with job and school. I keep telling myself there will come a day when it ends, when work stays at work, and there's no homework due at the end of the week. Finally finished with grad school, I thought, sure my first year teaching will be rough, but at least I won't be writing papers anymore.
Then hubby got hired. And wanted to teach. And needs a license so we are an unstoppable teaching machine with secure jobs (ha! right...) that will take us to far and exotic new lands.
So back to writing papers we go, well, he goes. Now he has less time to take care of me, the house, and the girls, and this week, I got pissed.
Nice of me, isn't it?
Rather than seeing the amount of new, really important stuff hubby's begun, I saw the lack of help he was giving me. Actually, I saw how little I have had to do over the past year and a half.
What a man.
I kept pushing through school after school after kid after school after kid after school....and all this time I thought I did so much. I thought, I work, go to school, and take care of the cooking, cleaning, and kids. How I work!
But it was hubby all along. He's that good that I didn't even notice.
And to top it all off, in the middle of my stress-ball week of trying to pick up the slack so he can work, I treat him like dog poo and this is what he sends to me:
Considering the amount of food that peanut butter ends up on in this house, seeing this made my heart ache with love.
And I feel like a complete arse.
I'm sorry. And I love you. And thank you for being the best husband ever. I am so lucky.
I wonder sometimes why hubby and I put ourselves through the stress and chaos of life with job and school. I keep telling myself there will come a day when it ends, when work stays at work, and there's no homework due at the end of the week. Finally finished with grad school, I thought, sure my first year teaching will be rough, but at least I won't be writing papers anymore.
Then hubby got hired. And wanted to teach. And needs a license so we are an unstoppable teaching machine with secure jobs (ha! right...) that will take us to far and exotic new lands.
So back to writing papers we go, well, he goes. Now he has less time to take care of me, the house, and the girls, and this week, I got pissed.
Nice of me, isn't it?
Rather than seeing the amount of new, really important stuff hubby's begun, I saw the lack of help he was giving me. Actually, I saw how little I have had to do over the past year and a half.
What a man.
I kept pushing through school after school after kid after school after kid after school....and all this time I thought I did so much. I thought, I work, go to school, and take care of the cooking, cleaning, and kids. How I work!
But it was hubby all along. He's that good that I didn't even notice.
And to top it all off, in the middle of my stress-ball week of trying to pick up the slack so he can work, I treat him like dog poo and this is what he sends to me:
Considering the amount of food that peanut butter ends up on in this house, seeing this made my heart ache with love.
And I feel like a complete arse.
I'm sorry. And I love you. And thank you for being the best husband ever. I am so lucky.
2.08.2011
谢谢，自贡。
Last I wrote, I was reflecting upon my 20s and preparing for a 3 hour trek to Zigong (自贡). A week later, I am filled with stories, sighs, and few words to put to it all. Though we took extra time in Zigong, it still felt like a whirlwind trip. Four days is a short time to "see" a place. I have only one thing to say today about the trip (more to follow, I'm sure):
Xie xie, Zigong (谢谢，自贡). You were welcoming, helpful, and left us alone. Gawking without chasing, laughing at my swipes, and ultimately treating us like humans and not a circus act. I thank you for letting us explore your city as if we were any other person and not tall white foreigners itching for a pet. It was good. And a nice change.
Thanks.
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PS. PB peed in the potty on her own without prompting today - I think the end of diapers is near. Yea!
Xie xie, Zigong (谢谢，自贡). You were welcoming, helpful, and left us alone. Gawking without chasing, laughing at my swipes, and ultimately treating us like humans and not a circus act. I thank you for letting us explore your city as if we were any other person and not tall white foreigners itching for a pet. It was good. And a nice change.
Thanks.
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PS. PB peed in the potty on her own without prompting today - I think the end of diapers is near. Yea!
2.01.2011
Happy (belated) Birthday!
Yesterday I turned 30.
I mulled over writing about it from the moment I woke. This should be a momentous occasion, beginning my 4th decade. Instead, I find myself reflecting on the decade now finished. My 20s were fun, sad, hard, beautiful, and each year is marked by a change in life, and a change in me. Thus, rather than go on about how old I am, I will chronicle my so-called coming of age in 10 short bits --
20- The year of Bushisms, 9-11, and finding my calling in Biology.
21- Long distance relationship, generous friends, and a LOT of alcohol made this year happen.
22- I moved to Omaha, decried the start of the Iraq war, and discovered that a lack of conflict is not the key to happiness.
23- Leaving comfort, and finding it anew in hubby; W part 2; back to school; and finally, independence.
24- It was this year I took the great leap to Portland, with a fiance in tow. It was one of the smartest things I have ever done, aside from age 25.
25- Married my love.
26- I became a mother this year, and shortly after, a natural birthing advocate. The pain, hair-pulling, and intense love that followed HD's birth have shaped who I am, as a mother, and a human.
27- Oops - here comes #2! And, Obama!
28- My dream birth, Bachelor's in Biology, mad.momma, and a return to high school (teaching this time!).
29- What a way to end! I earned my Master's in Education, teaching license, moved to China, and had a steady income for the first time. I went from being the bread-eater to being the breadwinner.
Writing these few words, I now see how Bob Dylan filled three volumes with his memoirs. Expanding upon everything one experiences each day, month, year of life, could take an eternity. Our lives are epic; my twenties were epic! I can only imagine what I will have to add after my next 30 years.
Well, goodbye 20s. Thanks for everything!
I mulled over writing about it from the moment I woke. This should be a momentous occasion, beginning my 4th decade. Instead, I find myself reflecting on the decade now finished. My 20s were fun, sad, hard, beautiful, and each year is marked by a change in life, and a change in me. Thus, rather than go on about how old I am, I will chronicle my so-called coming of age in 10 short bits --
20- The year of Bushisms, 9-11, and finding my calling in Biology.
21- Long distance relationship, generous friends, and a LOT of alcohol made this year happen.
22- I moved to Omaha, decried the start of the Iraq war, and discovered that a lack of conflict is not the key to happiness.
23- Leaving comfort, and finding it anew in hubby; W part 2; back to school; and finally, independence.
24- It was this year I took the great leap to Portland, with a fiance in tow. It was one of the smartest things I have ever done, aside from age 25.
25- Married my love.
26- I became a mother this year, and shortly after, a natural birthing advocate. The pain, hair-pulling, and intense love that followed HD's birth have shaped who I am, as a mother, and a human.
27- Oops - here comes #2! And, Obama!
28- My dream birth, Bachelor's in Biology, mad.momma, and a return to high school (teaching this time!).
29- What a way to end! I earned my Master's in Education, teaching license, moved to China, and had a steady income for the first time. I went from being the bread-eater to being the breadwinner.
Writing these few words, I now see how Bob Dylan filled three volumes with his memoirs. Expanding upon everything one experiences each day, month, year of life, could take an eternity. Our lives are epic; my twenties were epic! I can only imagine what I will have to add after my next 30 years.
Well, goodbye 20s. Thanks for everything!
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