A few weeks ago my husband's neice came to town for a visit. I noticed that she had gotten very thin. I mean thin to the point that she no longer had a butt! Her skinny jeans were loose! So I made a comment.
Me: "God K you are way too skinny!"
K: "No I'm not. Maybe you are not used to seeing thin people!"
You know what she's right. In my side of the family there are no skinny people! ;-)
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
feeling sick...
I think I'm catching a cold. Been coughing all day. Not feeling too well. And oh, yeah, lost another earring!!!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The other day as I got off the escalator and was unwrapping my scarf from my neck, I realized one of my favorite earrings was missing! Oh no! Did I lose it as I took off my scarf? I quickly looked down to see if I dropped it on the floor but did not see it. I shook my scarf in case the earring got caught. What if I lost it in the train or street?
I proceeded to take off my jacket, then my sweater, I began shaking my shirt when I noticed people who were getting off the escalator were starring. I realized what I was doing so I grabbed my things and checked the time, I had only a few minutes to search for my earring before I had to start work. I quickly retraced my steps as far as I could go in hopes of finding my earring. After few minutes of searching with no luck, I had no choice but to head back to work. I was so mad. This is the second pair of earrings that I lost this week.
When I got to my desk, I began telling my co-worker how upset I was of losing my earring. Especially these since the earrings were a gift from my hubby. I loved these earrings and I was sorry having lost one of them.
Later that afternoon, as my co-workers and I were on our way to lunch, I again began whining about my precious earring. Suddenly, I felt something crawling on my leg and before I knew it, I felt a little pinch on my leg. My eyes widened and instantly my hand went for my leg. As I was about to scratch the area, I felt a little bump. I almost freaked! Did I have a bug crawling up my leg? "OMG! Ahh!!!" I yelled, as my friends and people around me turned to see what was the matter. I instinctively kicked my leg and out from pant leg the creepy crawly thingy comes out. My friends soon realized what it was and began to laugh. After the initial shock I yelled, "Hey, it's my earring! Yay! I found my earring!"
I proceeded to take off my jacket, then my sweater, I began shaking my shirt when I noticed people who were getting off the escalator were starring. I realized what I was doing so I grabbed my things and checked the time, I had only a few minutes to search for my earring before I had to start work. I quickly retraced my steps as far as I could go in hopes of finding my earring. After few minutes of searching with no luck, I had no choice but to head back to work. I was so mad. This is the second pair of earrings that I lost this week.
When I got to my desk, I began telling my co-worker how upset I was of losing my earring. Especially these since the earrings were a gift from my hubby. I loved these earrings and I was sorry having lost one of them.
Later that afternoon, as my co-workers and I were on our way to lunch, I again began whining about my precious earring. Suddenly, I felt something crawling on my leg and before I knew it, I felt a little pinch on my leg. My eyes widened and instantly my hand went for my leg. As I was about to scratch the area, I felt a little bump. I almost freaked! Did I have a bug crawling up my leg? "OMG! Ahh!!!" I yelled, as my friends and people around me turned to see what was the matter. I instinctively kicked my leg and out from pant leg the creepy crawly thingy comes out. My friends soon realized what it was and began to laugh. After the initial shock I yelled, "Hey, it's my earring! Yay! I found my earring!"
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Day 1: I woke up in the middle of the night with pins in needles in my hands. I shook them until those heavy hands felt like mine again. When I finally got up in the morning, my knees were hurting. The ache/pain felt like a hot pad was placed on the outer and inner part of my knees. My neck and back felt stiff and achy.
I went to work and throughout my day, I felt all achy. At home, when I finally went to bed, couldn't sleep. My back was hurting as well as my neck. I felt miserable.
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Day 2: Woke up achy all over. I always feel like I've been beaten up. It wasn't as bad as yesterday. Although, that feeling of being achy and tired continued throughout the day. I blame the bed, the pillows, no pillows, the way I sleep, etc. But after complaining of back and neck pain for so long, we bought a new mattress thinking that that would do the trick. That has been a few years ago and with no hope of it getting any better. I bought new pillows. Nothing. I've slept in other beds and I still felt the same symptoms.
What's worse, it's been a few months now that my left heal has been hurting. Especially when I get up in the morning and take the first step. Ahhh! The pain!!! Doctor recommended Dr. Scholl's gel inserts. It's relieved the pain a bit but every now and then, it still hurts when I walk. What's next?
I went to work and throughout my day, I felt all achy. At home, when I finally went to bed, couldn't sleep. My back was hurting as well as my neck. I felt miserable.
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Day 2: Woke up achy all over. I always feel like I've been beaten up. It wasn't as bad as yesterday. Although, that feeling of being achy and tired continued throughout the day. I blame the bed, the pillows, no pillows, the way I sleep, etc. But after complaining of back and neck pain for so long, we bought a new mattress thinking that that would do the trick. That has been a few years ago and with no hope of it getting any better. I bought new pillows. Nothing. I've slept in other beds and I still felt the same symptoms.
What's worse, it's been a few months now that my left heal has been hurting. Especially when I get up in the morning and take the first step. Ahhh! The pain!!! Doctor recommended Dr. Scholl's gel inserts. It's relieved the pain a bit but every now and then, it still hurts when I walk. What's next?
Pain...
Yesterday I went to see the RA doctor. The doctor asked me several questions regarding my joint pain.
Doc: Tell me where does it hurt?
Me: My hands, fingers, wrist, elbows, neck, spine and knees.
Doc: Describe your pain.
Me: I don’t know, sometimes my hands feel swollen and heavy. My fingers and wrists hurt and their achy. Every night I wake up in the middle of the night because my hands are tingling and numb. They feel heavy and I have to shake them to get the blood flowing again. Um… (I’m trying to remember).
Why is it that when I finally go to the doctor I always seem to forget the important stuff?
Doc: When would you say you started feeling these symptoms?
Me: Um, it’s been a long time.
Doc: How long?
Me: I don’t know, a few years, maybe.
Doc: When you say a few years, are you saying 2-3 years?
I’m trying to remember the first time I went to the doctor and complained about my pain, tingling, numbness in my hands, neck and back pain.
Me: I think it’s been more than 4 years.
Doc: When do you feel it the most?
As much pain as I have been for quite some time now, you’d think I remember everything. But I can’t seem to recall. My answer to the doc: I’ve been in so much pain for the past few years that I’ve learned to ignore the signs. True.
When my hands, back or neck start to hurt, I ignore it. Sometimes it’s only one thing that
hurts, other times it’s everything at the same time. There are nights I go to bed and I feel like I’ve been through the wringer. Everything hurts! It may happen sporadically. It could last for a few hours, or it could last the entire day. I keep myself busy so I’m able to ignore it. Much like a sore throat, it hurts but if you keep swallowing enough fluids or food, it kind of numbs the pain. Same thing here, I either continue to keep myself busy, move around or eventually stop what I am doing if the pain persists. (Like now, as I am typing this. I have some pain on my neck, back and hands, yet I can't sleep so I continue to type). The pain becomes tolerable and eventually seems to fade but I still have a dull achy feeling or sensation.
The pain becomes intolerable when I feel my bones, joints, muscles swell up (or at least that what it feels like) and my skin feels hot and tender to the touch. There are times when my husband puts his hand on my lap and a simple tap on the lap hurts. How could a tap on the lap, shoulder or arm hurt?
Sometimes I am in too much pain and I can no longer take it. That’s when I finally give in and am forced to take Advil or Tylenol to relieve it. It doesn’t completely take the pain away but it relieves it for a little while.
The doc asked me questions that will help him diagnose my problem and I, at that moment, could not recall those things. What is wrong with me? I felt like an idiot. Why am I here? How do I explain, if I can’t remember.
Why is it when I do go to the doctor, I don’t feel any pain? I was hoping to feel something so that I could explain and pin point exactly what I felt and where. But of course, nothing and what I felt then was very faint and minor. Now I felt like a complete fool.
He was telling me that the way I was describing it, may just be “mechanical”. He believes it may be carpal tunnel syndrome and he will have me run a test to determine if that was the case.
And before he even finished his sentence, I burst into tears! The doctor is looking at me in disbelief! He then showed a little concern and asked, “Are you o.k.?” I felt so embarrassed. Why am I crying? I’m sure the doc was asking himself that same question. I felt like a total idiot as tears continued to pour down my checks.
Then I realized that for past several years, I've complained about the same thing, and to this day, I still don’t know the cause. I have received the same answer every time. There’s nothing we can find. Not that I want something to be wrong with me. Believe me, I don’t want any problems. When I first told a doctor about my symptoms, I was sent to a specialist to check if I had carpal tunnel syndrome. When he checked me, all he checked was my hand movements, press here, push there and with that he determined that I did not have carpal tunnel syndrome. Yet I continued with the numbness/tingling sensation at night. It did not happen every night but it was beginning to happen regularly.
Another doctor’s visit (a different doctor this time) and I was told that it might be related to my neck pain so my doc sends me to get an MRI done. This is after, I was sent to see a chiro. I was prescribed pain medication, which I have to admit, I did not take as recommended. The reason being that after the first couple of times I took the medication, they made me sick. They made me sleep and when I wake up, I felt worse. So I just simply stopped taking them. The chiro relieved some of my neck and back pain but I still continued to have the tingling/numbness in my hands and sometimes my entire arm. After the doctor got the results of the MRI, I was told that there was nothing there. There were some signs of degenerative bone disease (or bone degeneration), if that’s what it’s called. I can’t remember. That was two years ago.
A few weeks ago, I went for a second MRI. I went to my doc for the results and again was told that nothing had changed from the last MRI.
As I’m sitting in there, listening to the doctor speak, I’m trying to swallow my tears. But the more I tried, the more they kept coming. After a minute passed, I composed myself and with a big sigh said, “If there’s nothing wrong, that’s fine. But why do I feel this way? Why am I hurting so much? I need to know what’s going on!”
I guess I’m just so tired of going to doctors and never getting an answer aside from, “there are no signs or indication…” I feel like I'm waisting my time and theirs.
If they can’t find any reason for my symptoms, then I must be going crazy! Is it all in my head? Am I making this stuff up?
After I made a fool out of myself, the doctor continued telling what he thought I should do. He even recommended that I get the test for carpal tunnel done that day.
I felt a little relief that the doc was taking quick action and hoping that I soon may get some answers.
And just my luck, as I went to check on it, the person I had to see for the test was gone for the day. Great. Oh, well.
That day I was out of it. I still don’t really know the reason for my crying, why I felt so
emotional. I guess I’m just tired. I just need relief!
But one thing is for sure, I need to start keeping a diary. I will call it my “pain diary”.
Doc: Tell me where does it hurt?
Me: My hands, fingers, wrist, elbows, neck, spine and knees.
Doc: Describe your pain.
Me: I don’t know, sometimes my hands feel swollen and heavy. My fingers and wrists hurt and their achy. Every night I wake up in the middle of the night because my hands are tingling and numb. They feel heavy and I have to shake them to get the blood flowing again. Um… (I’m trying to remember).
Why is it that when I finally go to the doctor I always seem to forget the important stuff?
Doc: When would you say you started feeling these symptoms?
Me: Um, it’s been a long time.
Doc: How long?
Me: I don’t know, a few years, maybe.
Doc: When you say a few years, are you saying 2-3 years?
I’m trying to remember the first time I went to the doctor and complained about my pain, tingling, numbness in my hands, neck and back pain.
Me: I think it’s been more than 4 years.
Doc: When do you feel it the most?
As much pain as I have been for quite some time now, you’d think I remember everything. But I can’t seem to recall. My answer to the doc: I’ve been in so much pain for the past few years that I’ve learned to ignore the signs. True.
When my hands, back or neck start to hurt, I ignore it. Sometimes it’s only one thing that
hurts, other times it’s everything at the same time. There are nights I go to bed and I feel like I’ve been through the wringer. Everything hurts! It may happen sporadically. It could last for a few hours, or it could last the entire day. I keep myself busy so I’m able to ignore it. Much like a sore throat, it hurts but if you keep swallowing enough fluids or food, it kind of numbs the pain. Same thing here, I either continue to keep myself busy, move around or eventually stop what I am doing if the pain persists. (Like now, as I am typing this. I have some pain on my neck, back and hands, yet I can't sleep so I continue to type). The pain becomes tolerable and eventually seems to fade but I still have a dull achy feeling or sensation.
The pain becomes intolerable when I feel my bones, joints, muscles swell up (or at least that what it feels like) and my skin feels hot and tender to the touch. There are times when my husband puts his hand on my lap and a simple tap on the lap hurts. How could a tap on the lap, shoulder or arm hurt?
Sometimes I am in too much pain and I can no longer take it. That’s when I finally give in and am forced to take Advil or Tylenol to relieve it. It doesn’t completely take the pain away but it relieves it for a little while.
The doc asked me questions that will help him diagnose my problem and I, at that moment, could not recall those things. What is wrong with me? I felt like an idiot. Why am I here? How do I explain, if I can’t remember.
Why is it when I do go to the doctor, I don’t feel any pain? I was hoping to feel something so that I could explain and pin point exactly what I felt and where. But of course, nothing and what I felt then was very faint and minor. Now I felt like a complete fool.
He was telling me that the way I was describing it, may just be “mechanical”. He believes it may be carpal tunnel syndrome and he will have me run a test to determine if that was the case.
And before he even finished his sentence, I burst into tears! The doctor is looking at me in disbelief! He then showed a little concern and asked, “Are you o.k.?” I felt so embarrassed. Why am I crying? I’m sure the doc was asking himself that same question. I felt like a total idiot as tears continued to pour down my checks.
Then I realized that for past several years, I've complained about the same thing, and to this day, I still don’t know the cause. I have received the same answer every time. There’s nothing we can find. Not that I want something to be wrong with me. Believe me, I don’t want any problems. When I first told a doctor about my symptoms, I was sent to a specialist to check if I had carpal tunnel syndrome. When he checked me, all he checked was my hand movements, press here, push there and with that he determined that I did not have carpal tunnel syndrome. Yet I continued with the numbness/tingling sensation at night. It did not happen every night but it was beginning to happen regularly.
Another doctor’s visit (a different doctor this time) and I was told that it might be related to my neck pain so my doc sends me to get an MRI done. This is after, I was sent to see a chiro. I was prescribed pain medication, which I have to admit, I did not take as recommended. The reason being that after the first couple of times I took the medication, they made me sick. They made me sleep and when I wake up, I felt worse. So I just simply stopped taking them. The chiro relieved some of my neck and back pain but I still continued to have the tingling/numbness in my hands and sometimes my entire arm. After the doctor got the results of the MRI, I was told that there was nothing there. There were some signs of degenerative bone disease (or bone degeneration), if that’s what it’s called. I can’t remember. That was two years ago.
A few weeks ago, I went for a second MRI. I went to my doc for the results and again was told that nothing had changed from the last MRI.
As I’m sitting in there, listening to the doctor speak, I’m trying to swallow my tears. But the more I tried, the more they kept coming. After a minute passed, I composed myself and with a big sigh said, “If there’s nothing wrong, that’s fine. But why do I feel this way? Why am I hurting so much? I need to know what’s going on!”
I guess I’m just so tired of going to doctors and never getting an answer aside from, “there are no signs or indication…” I feel like I'm waisting my time and theirs.
If they can’t find any reason for my symptoms, then I must be going crazy! Is it all in my head? Am I making this stuff up?
After I made a fool out of myself, the doctor continued telling what he thought I should do. He even recommended that I get the test for carpal tunnel done that day.
I felt a little relief that the doc was taking quick action and hoping that I soon may get some answers.
And just my luck, as I went to check on it, the person I had to see for the test was gone for the day. Great. Oh, well.
That day I was out of it. I still don’t really know the reason for my crying, why I felt so
emotional. I guess I’m just tired. I just need relief!
But one thing is for sure, I need to start keeping a diary. I will call it my “pain diary”.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Another embarrasing moment...
It's been a while since I've checked my blog. I finally got a laptop and, even better, I finally got my Internet working again!
So much has happened since I last wrote. Too many things to write about, not enough time. But until I get my thoughts in order and I get a chance to catch up, I will only give mention to a little embarrassing moment that happened to me the other day....
I had one of those days, you know, when you first wake up, you are in a good mood, yes, you think it's going to be a good day. I got up early, had my clothes ready and even managed to get out on time to catch an early train. I was thinking how good it felt not to be rushing. Not only did I felt good that morning, I even thought I looked good!
The forecast for that day was "hot", so instead of wearing my gym shoes to work, I decided to wear a pair of wedged sandals that I bought last year but only wore once. They matched perfectly with the outfit I was wearing.
I took my time walking to work after I got off the train since I was 30 minutes early. As I was walking down the streets checking out the window displays, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Yes, I did look good that day. For once, I actually felt good and confident. So I straightened up and continued walking with my head up high. I took a deep breath and took in the sights and sounds of the busy street. The streets were quickly filling up with people going to work. I crossed over to the next street and strutted down the sidewalk with a smile on my face.
The next thing I knew, my ankle gave way, and I almost tripped. Oops! I thought to myself.
I took another deep breath and continued walking hoping no one saw me tripping. And before I knew it, I felt my ankle twist and just as I tried to catch myself, I tripped and fell forward (it appeared in slow motion) right in front of a bunch of people who were coming towards me. OMG! How embarrassing! A guy wearing a business suit came up to me to help me get up off my knees, but I quickly got too my feet before he could reach me. So he says, "Be careful with those shoes!" I felt so stupid!
I managed to give him an embarrassed smile and kept on walking pretending that nothing happened, as other people were starring. Keep walking, keep walking....
That day was not as good as I intended it to be, it went downhill from there. When I got off work, a lady coming towards me, tripped and fell. People around her rushed over to help her up. She got up with an embarrassed look on her face. Yeah, I know that feeling...
Let's just say, I blame it on the shoes! Now I know why I only wore them once... !
So much has happened since I last wrote. Too many things to write about, not enough time. But until I get my thoughts in order and I get a chance to catch up, I will only give mention to a little embarrassing moment that happened to me the other day....
I had one of those days, you know, when you first wake up, you are in a good mood, yes, you think it's going to be a good day. I got up early, had my clothes ready and even managed to get out on time to catch an early train. I was thinking how good it felt not to be rushing. Not only did I felt good that morning, I even thought I looked good!
The forecast for that day was "hot", so instead of wearing my gym shoes to work, I decided to wear a pair of wedged sandals that I bought last year but only wore once. They matched perfectly with the outfit I was wearing.
I took my time walking to work after I got off the train since I was 30 minutes early. As I was walking down the streets checking out the window displays, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Yes, I did look good that day. For once, I actually felt good and confident. So I straightened up and continued walking with my head up high. I took a deep breath and took in the sights and sounds of the busy street. The streets were quickly filling up with people going to work. I crossed over to the next street and strutted down the sidewalk with a smile on my face.
The next thing I knew, my ankle gave way, and I almost tripped. Oops! I thought to myself.
I took another deep breath and continued walking hoping no one saw me tripping. And before I knew it, I felt my ankle twist and just as I tried to catch myself, I tripped and fell forward (it appeared in slow motion) right in front of a bunch of people who were coming towards me. OMG! How embarrassing! A guy wearing a business suit came up to me to help me get up off my knees, but I quickly got too my feet before he could reach me. So he says, "Be careful with those shoes!" I felt so stupid!
I managed to give him an embarrassed smile and kept on walking pretending that nothing happened, as other people were starring. Keep walking, keep walking....
That day was not as good as I intended it to be, it went downhill from there. When I got off work, a lady coming towards me, tripped and fell. People around her rushed over to help her up. She got up with an embarrassed look on her face. Yeah, I know that feeling...
Let's just say, I blame it on the shoes! Now I know why I only wore them once... !
Friday, July 13, 2007
In memory of Danny...
As I silently cried for my cousin Danny, I looked up to see the many faces solemnly watching as his casket was slowly lowered to its grave. Their dark sunglasses covering their weeping eyes to hide the pain we were all feeling inside.
Numerous friends and relatives attended the funeral. Some I did not know and others were the old relatives and friends from the neighborhood. What was more surprising was seeing the kids of my day who now I did not recognize as they have all grown to become young men and women. It made me realize how much time has passed and how far removed I have been from my old neighborhood, my family and friends. After all those years, it was good to see the people I grew up with. Unfortunately, it was under those circumstances.
It was a big blow to the family. No one could believe what happened to my cousin Danny. We always hear it on the news…a child, a girl, a boy, an innocent bystander killed by a stray bullet, a shooting... a drive-by. These occurrences are happening every day but which never really affects us until it hits closer to home.
This is what happened to Danny. It was said he died a hero. He took a bullet trying to save his cousin. In doing so, he gave up his family and his life. He may not have been involved but when it’s around us (whether it’s from the people we know, or the neighborhood we live in) it is hard to escape from it.
I felt deep sympathy for Danny’s little girl as I watched her looking innocently about her, not really understanding what was happening at that very moment as everyone gathered around Danny’s grave saying their last goodbyes.
My heart went out to Danny’s wife as she silently cried for her husband, trying to keep strong for their little girl. But most of all, my heart ached for his parents and siblings. They appeared to be crying… crying dry tears from all the lamenting and grieving from the days before when they first received the tragic news. Their shoulders slumped forward as their appearance seem to be one of resignation… that they will never see their son (brother) again.
Danny was killed due to gang violence… a vicious cycle, a never ending story. It should be a wake up call for some, but it’s just another day in the ‘hood. Someone dies and life goes on. The sad part is that it’s always the innocent ones that are paying the price.
As I held a single rose in my hand, I said a little prayer for Danny. Everything appeared to be moving in slow motion. I brought the rose to my lips and gently gave it a kiss. I then released the rose from my hand and watched it fall as it landed on Danny's casket.
Goodbye Danny…
May God keep your soul and may you rest in peace…
In memory of D.H.
7/19/82 to 7/8/07
Numerous friends and relatives attended the funeral. Some I did not know and others were the old relatives and friends from the neighborhood. What was more surprising was seeing the kids of my day who now I did not recognize as they have all grown to become young men and women. It made me realize how much time has passed and how far removed I have been from my old neighborhood, my family and friends. After all those years, it was good to see the people I grew up with. Unfortunately, it was under those circumstances.
It was a big blow to the family. No one could believe what happened to my cousin Danny. We always hear it on the news…a child, a girl, a boy, an innocent bystander killed by a stray bullet, a shooting... a drive-by. These occurrences are happening every day but which never really affects us until it hits closer to home.
This is what happened to Danny. It was said he died a hero. He took a bullet trying to save his cousin. In doing so, he gave up his family and his life. He may not have been involved but when it’s around us (whether it’s from the people we know, or the neighborhood we live in) it is hard to escape from it.
I felt deep sympathy for Danny’s little girl as I watched her looking innocently about her, not really understanding what was happening at that very moment as everyone gathered around Danny’s grave saying their last goodbyes.
My heart went out to Danny’s wife as she silently cried for her husband, trying to keep strong for their little girl. But most of all, my heart ached for his parents and siblings. They appeared to be crying… crying dry tears from all the lamenting and grieving from the days before when they first received the tragic news. Their shoulders slumped forward as their appearance seem to be one of resignation… that they will never see their son (brother) again.
Danny was killed due to gang violence… a vicious cycle, a never ending story. It should be a wake up call for some, but it’s just another day in the ‘hood. Someone dies and life goes on. The sad part is that it’s always the innocent ones that are paying the price.
As I held a single rose in my hand, I said a little prayer for Danny. Everything appeared to be moving in slow motion. I brought the rose to my lips and gently gave it a kiss. I then released the rose from my hand and watched it fall as it landed on Danny's casket.
Goodbye Danny…
May God keep your soul and may you rest in peace…
In memory of D.H.
7/19/82 to 7/8/07
Saturday, June 16, 2007
embarrassing moments...
Embarrassing moment #1:
One morning I got up later than usual and was in a hurry to get ready for work. After I showered, I got dressed and put some makeup on. I proceeded to wash my eyeglasses and took a piece of toilet paper to dry them. I put my glasses on, picked up my purse and ran out the door hoping to catch my train on time.
I got to the train station and had to run to catch my train before it left the platform. I was happy that I caught the train and managed to get a seat. After catching my breath, I noticed that a couple of people were looking at me. Are they looking at me because I’m I was breathing hard from running? Or is that I have something on my face or worse on my nose…?! I got a tissue out of my purse and wiped my nose. Soon thereafter, I notice a guy who was looking at me and smiling. For a moment I thought he is smiling at me. Then, it hit me…oh no… is he laughing at me? Why??? Then I realized something… check my glasses! I took them off and sure enough…I had toilet paper stuck on my glasses! How embarrassing!!!
Embarrassing moment #2
I was at work one morning and was busy printing up my boss’ e-mails. He had received an e-mail with an attachment that was too large to print on my printer so I sent it to the printer in the copy room. I quickly got up to go get the print job and as I did so, my foot got caught on one of the computer cables. I tripped over it and I knew instantly that I was going to fall. My chair was behind me so I let myself fall thinking that I was going to fall right on the chair. As I was falling, my BiG BuTT accidentally pushed the chair back and I fell to the floor instead just as my boss and my co-worker were walking in. “Are you o.k.?” I heard them ask. I raised my hand and waved, “I’m o.k., I’m o.k.!” How funny I must have looked to them. I managed to get up and my cheeks were burning with embarrassment! Oops!
One morning I got up later than usual and was in a hurry to get ready for work. After I showered, I got dressed and put some makeup on. I proceeded to wash my eyeglasses and took a piece of toilet paper to dry them. I put my glasses on, picked up my purse and ran out the door hoping to catch my train on time.
I got to the train station and had to run to catch my train before it left the platform. I was happy that I caught the train and managed to get a seat. After catching my breath, I noticed that a couple of people were looking at me. Are they looking at me because I’m I was breathing hard from running? Or is that I have something on my face or worse on my nose…?! I got a tissue out of my purse and wiped my nose. Soon thereafter, I notice a guy who was looking at me and smiling. For a moment I thought he is smiling at me. Then, it hit me…oh no… is he laughing at me? Why??? Then I realized something… check my glasses! I took them off and sure enough…I had toilet paper stuck on my glasses! How embarrassing!!!
Embarrassing moment #2
I was at work one morning and was busy printing up my boss’ e-mails. He had received an e-mail with an attachment that was too large to print on my printer so I sent it to the printer in the copy room. I quickly got up to go get the print job and as I did so, my foot got caught on one of the computer cables. I tripped over it and I knew instantly that I was going to fall. My chair was behind me so I let myself fall thinking that I was going to fall right on the chair. As I was falling, my BiG BuTT accidentally pushed the chair back and I fell to the floor instead just as my boss and my co-worker were walking in. “Are you o.k.?” I heard them ask. I raised my hand and waved, “I’m o.k., I’m o.k.!” How funny I must have looked to them. I managed to get up and my cheeks were burning with embarrassment! Oops!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
train stories
While going to/from the train station and riding the train, I've seen, heard and experienced many things. Here are a few train experiences, not necessarily my own:
Story #1. A woman was running to catch her train, carrying several shopping bags from a department store in each hand. As she ran towards the train yelling out, "Wait, wait!" the doors soon began to close. In her desperate attempt to get on that train, the lady reached her arm out and slipped one of her large shopping bags in between the doors to try and stop them from closing. Unfortunately for her, the bag did not do the trick and the train left her behind with one less shopping bag to carry!
Life is funny that way...one man's misfortune can turn into another man's fortune?. Anyway.... the moral of this story... "Good things come to those who wait" or better yet, "It is better to wait for the next train than to lose an arm or a shopping bag."
Story #2: A woman was chatting away on her cell phone and as she turned to check if the train was coming, she accidentally drops her cell phone on the train tracks. "My phone!" She yells out. "Oh, no! It's gone!" A man heard her desperate plea and jumps off the platform to the tracks to rescue the woman's cell phone. The woman and the onlookers looked at the man in disbelief. Is he crazy! At least that is what I thought not only because he actually jumped on the train tracks but because we heard the sound of the train approaching. A couple of guys immediately reach out to him and managed to pull him up to safety. He stood in front of the woman a heroic man.
Moral of the story... There is no moral! I believe that was foolish! Was it worth risking your life?" Well, it depends on who you talk to...
Next story...
Story #3: The train stops at yet another station. A few people get off the train while others got on. As the train doors closed, there was an old man outside and he slowly came up to a window where a girl sat waiting for the train to move to get to her destination. He taps on the window, just as the train began to move, and the old man gives her the finger. The girl sees this and returns the favor. He taps on the window a little harder and again continues to give her the finger. The girl yells out "What is your problem man!" as she too continues to give him the finger. The train kept moving forward and the man just stood there giving her the finger until he was out of sight. You can tell the girl was upset...actually she was pissed!
Moral of the story... Who knows!
Just another day on the train...!
Story #1. A woman was running to catch her train, carrying several shopping bags from a department store in each hand. As she ran towards the train yelling out, "Wait, wait!" the doors soon began to close. In her desperate attempt to get on that train, the lady reached her arm out and slipped one of her large shopping bags in between the doors to try and stop them from closing. Unfortunately for her, the bag did not do the trick and the train left her behind with one less shopping bag to carry!
Life is funny that way...one man's misfortune can turn into another man's fortune?. Anyway.... the moral of this story... "Good things come to those who wait" or better yet, "It is better to wait for the next train than to lose an arm or a shopping bag."
Story #2: A woman was chatting away on her cell phone and as she turned to check if the train was coming, she accidentally drops her cell phone on the train tracks. "My phone!" She yells out. "Oh, no! It's gone!" A man heard her desperate plea and jumps off the platform to the tracks to rescue the woman's cell phone. The woman and the onlookers looked at the man in disbelief. Is he crazy! At least that is what I thought not only because he actually jumped on the train tracks but because we heard the sound of the train approaching. A couple of guys immediately reach out to him and managed to pull him up to safety. He stood in front of the woman a heroic man.
Moral of the story... There is no moral! I believe that was foolish! Was it worth risking your life?" Well, it depends on who you talk to...
Next story...
Story #3: The train stops at yet another station. A few people get off the train while others got on. As the train doors closed, there was an old man outside and he slowly came up to a window where a girl sat waiting for the train to move to get to her destination. He taps on the window, just as the train began to move, and the old man gives her the finger. The girl sees this and returns the favor. He taps on the window a little harder and again continues to give her the finger. The girl yells out "What is your problem man!" as she too continues to give him the finger. The train kept moving forward and the man just stood there giving her the finger until he was out of sight. You can tell the girl was upset...actually she was pissed!
Moral of the story... Who knows!
Just another day on the train...!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
What's that smell....?!
For the past several weeks, the kitchen area was beginning to smell. "Yuck! What's that smell!", the kids would ask. As the days would go by, the smell kept getting stronger and stronger until it started to smell like a dead mouse! It was coming from the pantry or near the fridge. I just couldn't tell.
Just thinking that it could be a dead mouse, I was scared to even move the fridge for fear of what I might find underneath. It gave me the chills just to think about it! Gross!
When I finally got the nerve to search and move the fridge, I found nothing except that I had to sweep the dirt! Phew what a relief! But the smell was still repugnant. Where was it coming from? I went into the pantry and cleaned out the drawers, searched around the shelves and still no dead mouse! I swear, I searched everywhere but no luck! I couldn't find any dead mouse and yet the horrible smell continued to get worse. It was getting to the point where I didn't even want to be near the kitchen! It was aweful!
Last week, my mom came over to visit. I told her what was going on and that I believe I had a dead mouse but couldn't seem locate it. She helped me search and move things around and again we did not manage to find anything. I was beginning to think the dead mouse was inside the wall.
We cleaned out the refrigerator hoping it might be some old left overs but again, we came up with nothing. I didn't know what to do anymore!
Finally, I went back in the pantry and as I was moving things around, behind some containers and the blender I saw my sister's roaster oven which she had left the last time she cooked. The smell was definitely coming from inside that pot. I was afraid to uncover it. Slowly I reached for the cover. When I opened it, I found..... AHHHHH! UGH!!! DISGUSTING!!!!
My mom ran to see why I was screaming and she yells out, "Don't tell me the mouse was inside the pot?!" I wanted to vomit! I couldn't even speak! When I managed to get the words out I exclaimed....
"No, worse!" "You're not going to believe this!"
It was the HAM from THANKSGIVING!!!
What the....???
Just thinking that it could be a dead mouse, I was scared to even move the fridge for fear of what I might find underneath. It gave me the chills just to think about it! Gross!
When I finally got the nerve to search and move the fridge, I found nothing except that I had to sweep the dirt! Phew what a relief! But the smell was still repugnant. Where was it coming from? I went into the pantry and cleaned out the drawers, searched around the shelves and still no dead mouse! I swear, I searched everywhere but no luck! I couldn't find any dead mouse and yet the horrible smell continued to get worse. It was getting to the point where I didn't even want to be near the kitchen! It was aweful!
Last week, my mom came over to visit. I told her what was going on and that I believe I had a dead mouse but couldn't seem locate it. She helped me search and move things around and again we did not manage to find anything. I was beginning to think the dead mouse was inside the wall.
We cleaned out the refrigerator hoping it might be some old left overs but again, we came up with nothing. I didn't know what to do anymore!
Finally, I went back in the pantry and as I was moving things around, behind some containers and the blender I saw my sister's roaster oven which she had left the last time she cooked. The smell was definitely coming from inside that pot. I was afraid to uncover it. Slowly I reached for the cover. When I opened it, I found..... AHHHHH! UGH!!! DISGUSTING!!!!
My mom ran to see why I was screaming and she yells out, "Don't tell me the mouse was inside the pot?!" I wanted to vomit! I couldn't even speak! When I managed to get the words out I exclaimed....
"No, worse!" "You're not going to believe this!"
It was the HAM from THANKSGIVING!!!
What the....???
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
For the past few weeks, since we've gotten back from vacation, my daughter has been getting up late for school. If she does get up on time, she usually spends way too much time getting herself ready. I am constantly yelling for her to hurry up because everyone is going to be late for school and work.
Yesterday, my hubby finally said, "I am fed up!" He called out to her once. Since she continued to ignore the fact that we're trying to rush her, he decided he was going to do something about it.
I had gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for work when I noticed that my hubby and the kids were still here. I yell out of the bathroom, "Do you realize what time it is!?" My hubby said, "Call your daughter to come down." "I want to talk to her." "I yell out, "Dem, come down now, your dad wants to talk to you!"
She comes down the stairs taking her sweet time, without the slightest clue as to the time.
Dad: "Do you realize what time it is?"
Dem: "No."
Dad: "It's 8:15 a.m."
Dem: "What!" My daughter exlaims as she looks up at the clock.
Dad: "Do you know that because of you both you and your brother are late for school?" "How old are you?"
Dem: "I will be 14 in a couple of weeks."
Dad: "You are now old enough to understand the importance of getting up and getting ready for school." "Do you agree?"
Dem: (Nods in agreement.)
Dad: "It is your responsibility, not anyone else's, to get ready on time." "Yes?"
Dem: "Yes."
Dad: "I am tired of having your mom and I continue to yell out to you to hurry up." "Since we've already talked about this and you are already late for school, I am not taking you to school today."
Dem: (I noticed for a second her facial reaction was that of "cool I don't have to go to school today!"). Unfortunately for her, that was not going to be the case.
Dad: "Since you made everyone late for school and work, you are going to stay home and do chores."
Dem: "But"
Dad: "No but's." "You will begin with cleaning out the kitchen." "Once you finish, you will clean up your room, clean the bathroom... and so on and so forth." "Don't even think for a minute you will be sitting down to relax." "Once your chores are done, you will begin studying."
I looked up at the clock and sure enough, I was running late for work! I turned to look at my daughter and noticed that she no longer had a smile on her face, it immediately turned into a frown. By the time her dad finished with the "to do list", she had tears running down her eyes.
I knew there was a lesson to be learned here. I couldn't stay to find out. I quickly rushed out the door and went to work. When I arrived home from work, the house was clean and she was putting some things away that should have been put away a long time ago. She came up to me and gave me a big hug.
Me: "So how was your day?"
Dem: "I've been cleaning and straightening up the house all day." "Ugh!"
Me: "I hope you understand the lesson that your dad is trying to teach you."
Dem: "Yeah, that I don't want to stay home!"
Me: "It's more than that." "It's about the importance of being responsible."
Let's see if she learned her lesson...
This morning she got at 6:45 a.m. and was ready to go on time!
Yesterday, my hubby finally said, "I am fed up!" He called out to her once. Since she continued to ignore the fact that we're trying to rush her, he decided he was going to do something about it.
I had gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for work when I noticed that my hubby and the kids were still here. I yell out of the bathroom, "Do you realize what time it is!?" My hubby said, "Call your daughter to come down." "I want to talk to her." "I yell out, "Dem, come down now, your dad wants to talk to you!"
She comes down the stairs taking her sweet time, without the slightest clue as to the time.
Dad: "Do you realize what time it is?"
Dem: "No."
Dad: "It's 8:15 a.m."
Dem: "What!" My daughter exlaims as she looks up at the clock.
Dad: "Do you know that because of you both you and your brother are late for school?" "How old are you?"
Dem: "I will be 14 in a couple of weeks."
Dad: "You are now old enough to understand the importance of getting up and getting ready for school." "Do you agree?"
Dem: (Nods in agreement.)
Dad: "It is your responsibility, not anyone else's, to get ready on time." "Yes?"
Dem: "Yes."
Dad: "I am tired of having your mom and I continue to yell out to you to hurry up." "Since we've already talked about this and you are already late for school, I am not taking you to school today."
Dem: (I noticed for a second her facial reaction was that of "cool I don't have to go to school today!"). Unfortunately for her, that was not going to be the case.
Dad: "Since you made everyone late for school and work, you are going to stay home and do chores."
Dem: "But"
Dad: "No but's." "You will begin with cleaning out the kitchen." "Once you finish, you will clean up your room, clean the bathroom... and so on and so forth." "Don't even think for a minute you will be sitting down to relax." "Once your chores are done, you will begin studying."
I looked up at the clock and sure enough, I was running late for work! I turned to look at my daughter and noticed that she no longer had a smile on her face, it immediately turned into a frown. By the time her dad finished with the "to do list", she had tears running down her eyes.
I knew there was a lesson to be learned here. I couldn't stay to find out. I quickly rushed out the door and went to work. When I arrived home from work, the house was clean and she was putting some things away that should have been put away a long time ago. She came up to me and gave me a big hug.
Me: "So how was your day?"
Dem: "I've been cleaning and straightening up the house all day." "Ugh!"
Me: "I hope you understand the lesson that your dad is trying to teach you."
Dem: "Yeah, that I don't want to stay home!"
Me: "It's more than that." "It's about the importance of being responsible."
Let's see if she learned her lesson...
This morning she got at 6:45 a.m. and was ready to go on time!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
to remember you always...
I had been out of town for a couple of weeks and finally took some time to go through a pile of mail that was on the table.
As I was sorting through it, one piece of mail, in particular, caught my eye. It was sent from the Vet's office. I slowly opened the envelope. It was a sympathy card. I looked at the picture for a couple of seconds and began thinking about my beloved pet, Coqueta, and how much I missed her.
As I opened the card to read it, out came a piece of fur from my beloved pet tied in a red ribbon. My heart ached. I began to cry.
goodbye my pet...!
Coqueta
2/9/91 - 12/21/06
Goodbye to my sweet pet and loyal friend. You were always by my side. So many years together and now I turn around and you are no longer there. Oh, how I miss you so!
You will be forever in my heart.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
snow cacti
"Gris!", my husband yells out. "Kristy called and said to look out the window, it's snowing!" "Do I have to get up." I moaned, as it was early in the morning and we were still in bed. (I really didn't want to see snow... what I wanted to see was the sun!!!)
Beebo immediately gets up and rushes to the window. And to his disappointment says, "Ah, that's nothing!"
I got up to look out the window and there were several patches of snow on the ground and a few flakes were falling.
As we were eating breakfast, I glanced towards the window and realized I couldn't see out the window anymore. I assumed because it was cold outside. I opened the door and I freaked! I yelled out "Holy cow!" "It's really snowing!"
I've never seen so much snow in Las Cruces! If it wasn't for the cacti, I could have sworn we were in Chicago.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
first snow...
This morning we woke up to the first day of snow.
The kids did not go to school. It was closed due to the weather. And of course, they couldn't hide their excitement about getting a snow day and be able to stay home. All I heard from them, as they were jumping for joy, was a big "Yes!" "Whoo hoo!" "No school!"
I, on the other hand, had to go to work. On the way there, I kept wishing I would have called in sick. After all, I had a good excuse...I am sick! But I knew I had to go. My boss gave me a big hint the other day about not missing work before I take my holiday time off.
So sick and all, I forced myself to go to work. Thank GOD it's only for a few hours and TGIF!!!
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