Main Entry:
obliv·i·ous
Pronunciation:
\-vē-əs\
Function:
adjective
Date:
15th century
1 : lacking remembrance, memory, or mindful attention
2 : lacking active conscious knowledge or awareness —usually used with of or to
— obliv·i·ous·ly adverb
— obliv·i·ous·ness noun
I am clueless. Utterly, completely, fuckin blind to the obvious. Or are you so good that I couldn't tell. Hmm. It's you, not me.
-- Post From My iPhone
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Good Citizenship
From kindergarden through 6th grade, I was always awarded good citizenship. I never had dentention ever. Granted, my favorite history teacher Mr. Johnson thought it was weird that I never had dentention. So weird that he gave me dentention for 5 minutes for being a goody goody. I still don't count it because it was never documented. I have a squeaky clean record K-12th. I never ditched, I had perfect attendence senior year.
I like fitting into that proper well behaved asian stereotype. I do have a bad girl side of me though! I'm so not a square! But I can never go against authority.
Last night a bunch of us were out at the office, a bar in north park. It was a 5&Dime party that Red and Senith got invited to from the owner Jake. We decided it was a good place to continue Matt's birthday week celebration.
We rolled pretty deep. It was birthday boy Matt, Tam, Red, Jerrin, Vicky, Lisa, Tom, Nit and I out and about. Red got us a table and we were having a blast. Then Lisa's old co workers Ashley and Sabrina rolled up to out table. Apparently they go to the office all the time. The last time they partied with us it ended badly. Those 2 are nothing but drama with a capital D. The wonder twins hung out with us. They were drinking out of flask openly and we got caught. Security asked for the flask and we could still stay. We accidently dropped it behind the couch of our table. We asked if security could help us get it. Security ends up finding an empty bottle of alchy. Suite 26 didn't bring it in, but we got kicked out of the bar anyways.
Ugh, I was motified! Only ghetto people get thrown out of a club or bar. To make matters worse, Ashley was making a scene. Degrading the security guard and cursing up a storm. She was horrible! The next day I found her and Sabrina brought in the bottle that suite 26 got blamed for. Ugh! Rules are made to be followed at a bar. They gave us a second chance, but these ghetto rule breaking bia bias ruined it all.
Lesson of the day: follow the rules for nightlife. Dresscodes and all that good stuff. I'm never gonna hang with those troublesome twins again!
-- Post From My iPhone
I like fitting into that proper well behaved asian stereotype. I do have a bad girl side of me though! I'm so not a square! But I can never go against authority.
Last night a bunch of us were out at the office, a bar in north park. It was a 5&Dime party that Red and Senith got invited to from the owner Jake. We decided it was a good place to continue Matt's birthday week celebration.
We rolled pretty deep. It was birthday boy Matt, Tam, Red, Jerrin, Vicky, Lisa, Tom, Nit and I out and about. Red got us a table and we were having a blast. Then Lisa's old co workers Ashley and Sabrina rolled up to out table. Apparently they go to the office all the time. The last time they partied with us it ended badly. Those 2 are nothing but drama with a capital D. The wonder twins hung out with us. They were drinking out of flask openly and we got caught. Security asked for the flask and we could still stay. We accidently dropped it behind the couch of our table. We asked if security could help us get it. Security ends up finding an empty bottle of alchy. Suite 26 didn't bring it in, but we got kicked out of the bar anyways.
Ugh, I was motified! Only ghetto people get thrown out of a club or bar. To make matters worse, Ashley was making a scene. Degrading the security guard and cursing up a storm. She was horrible! The next day I found her and Sabrina brought in the bottle that suite 26 got blamed for. Ugh! Rules are made to be followed at a bar. They gave us a second chance, but these ghetto rule breaking bia bias ruined it all.
Lesson of the day: follow the rules for nightlife. Dresscodes and all that good stuff. I'm never gonna hang with those troublesome twins again!
-- Post From My iPhone
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Yay Me!
Check out these texts between Lisa and I:
I made a new friend! Haha. But seriously, I made a new friend! Yay! I have known of Anh Tu for a few years. Perhaps for 5 years or so. Since she currently lives in Arizona, I've only meet her a handful of times. Monday night was the first time I actually sat down and chit chatted with her. I guess it's safe to say that we hit it off. Anh Tu thinks I'm cool enough to hook up with her brother! That means I score major cool points with her. Haha.
Let me see here. Anh Tu and I have a lot in common so far. We both prefer sweetheart mermaid dresses over fuffy princess gowns. We have booties. She and I prefer comfy heels and rather not suffer horribly for beauty in crazy spiked heels. We like shoe hunting at Nordstrom's Rack better than Loehman's and off the 5th. I wonder what else we have in common. Perhaps Anh Tu is a Twilight fan too! I must chill with this chick more often when she's in SD.
Lesson of the day: I shouldn't be so suprised that I hit it off with my close friend's friends. Great friends tend to surround themselves with great people. The more friends the merrier, especially if they're quality people.
-- Post From My iPhone
I made a new friend! Haha. But seriously, I made a new friend! Yay! I have known of Anh Tu for a few years. Perhaps for 5 years or so. Since she currently lives in Arizona, I've only meet her a handful of times. Monday night was the first time I actually sat down and chit chatted with her. I guess it's safe to say that we hit it off. Anh Tu thinks I'm cool enough to hook up with her brother! That means I score major cool points with her. Haha.
Let me see here. Anh Tu and I have a lot in common so far. We both prefer sweetheart mermaid dresses over fuffy princess gowns. We have booties. She and I prefer comfy heels and rather not suffer horribly for beauty in crazy spiked heels. We like shoe hunting at Nordstrom's Rack better than Loehman's and off the 5th. I wonder what else we have in common. Perhaps Anh Tu is a Twilight fan too! I must chill with this chick more often when she's in SD.
Lesson of the day: I shouldn't be so suprised that I hit it off with my close friend's friends. Great friends tend to surround themselves with great people. The more friends the merrier, especially if they're quality people.
-- Post From My iPhoneAs if?!
Monday evening was an interesting one. Well, at least out of the norm for me. 2 nice wierd things happened.
One, Tam and I had dinner at Tom and Lisa's. We also ate with Anh Tu, her fiancé Mike and Gina. 6 out of the 7 people there were Viet. Tam and I are rarely around that many Viets. Usually we are out numbered by Filipinos on a regular basis.
Sometimes I feel a little out of place when I'm around that many Viets. Don't get me wrong, everyone's very nice and friendly. But for example: everyone ( including Korean Tom ) started playing killer. Apparently, Tam and I are the only Viets on earth that don't know how to play killer. So we just sat there smoking hookah while they played. Haha. It was nice though to hang out with a bunch of Viets in our age group for a change. It's something I would like to do more often. Too bad Anh Tu and Mike live in Arizona.
A lot of people find it strange that the Daos don't fit the typical Viet stereotypes. Those that know us well are aware that the Daos were born and raised in the valley of Los Angeles. Valencia to be exact, aka the Santa Clarita Valley. Valencia is a white suburbia and 3% asian. The only Asians there were majority Filipino and a little Korean. In my graduating class I had one other Viet girl and 3 Viet guys with me. The girl was a snobby brain, 2 of the guys were wanna be thugs and the othe guy was an awesome fob (he was the only one I was friends with).
I hung out with mostly Filipinos and was exposed to their culture a lot, and I do mean a lot. I know all about debuts, aunties, uncles, iii nacoles, psst, lumpia, adobo, opening the light, rocking polka dots on new year's eve, pointing with your mouth and stuff. Tam too. You can safely say we're Filipino washed.
However, us Daos grew up very very white washed, hence my valley girl accent. My girlfriends back home still carry that accent. As hard as we try to tame it, it's there. The professional world doesn't take valley girls very seriously. Especially if you're in the medical field or an educator. Thank goodness in retail, a valley girl accents reflects high energy.
I'm proud of my valley girl roots. We grew up very sheltered and happy. I love the word "grody" and the valley girl movie, Clueless. Yes, I can recite many lines from that classic. Being raised white washed, people make interesting comments to me. Like "Thao, you are the only Viet I get along with or like". I'm super perky and friendly, the polar opposite of the so-called Viet stereotype. I've experienced first hand the stare downs in Mira Mesa. It's so uncomfortable! I hate it so much! I sometimes feel like picking my nose just so the haters have something to really look at. And then I flick my booger at them. I see how how some Viets walk around so gang banging tough and too cool. Don't get me wrong though. I know valley people can come off stuck up, a la Tam. I can get all queen bee and plastic too. But that bitchiness is often provoked. I know I'm scrappy as a firecracker, but I don't come off like a cripe chick. I'm not gonna "cut a bitch". I just throw a BF (bitch fit a la queen bee).
The second odd thing that happened during dinner was the girls out numbered the guys for once. That rarely ever happens. Anh Tu commented that the guys in her group of friends in Arizona out number the girls on a regular basis also. When suite 26 hangs out, the most girls present is 3. 4 if Jerrin's girlfriend Vicky comes out. Or perhaps on my birthday you will see a lot if girls out and about with us. Lelanie, Sher, Vicky and Shania join Lisa, Lou and I on team pink. But even at our greatest numbers, the boys still out number us.
I wonder if after girls leave high school, their number of gal pals dwindle or remains the same?While their numbers of guy friends increase steadily? Hmm. Back in high school I used to hang out with mostly girls and now i'm that chick that chills with mostly guys. Lelanie's that chick too. Lisa too. Hmm. We all use to hang out with mostly girls and now we don't. I don't get why. Weird. Oh well. I love the girls in my life and I love guys in my life. Why? Because they're the best friends I could ask for.
Lesson of the day: a Monday evening can be interesting as a Friday or Saturday.
One, Tam and I had dinner at Tom and Lisa's. We also ate with Anh Tu, her fiancé Mike and Gina. 6 out of the 7 people there were Viet. Tam and I are rarely around that many Viets. Usually we are out numbered by Filipinos on a regular basis.
Sometimes I feel a little out of place when I'm around that many Viets. Don't get me wrong, everyone's very nice and friendly. But for example: everyone ( including Korean Tom ) started playing killer. Apparently, Tam and I are the only Viets on earth that don't know how to play killer. So we just sat there smoking hookah while they played. Haha. It was nice though to hang out with a bunch of Viets in our age group for a change. It's something I would like to do more often. Too bad Anh Tu and Mike live in Arizona.
A lot of people find it strange that the Daos don't fit the typical Viet stereotypes. Those that know us well are aware that the Daos were born and raised in the valley of Los Angeles. Valencia to be exact, aka the Santa Clarita Valley. Valencia is a white suburbia and 3% asian. The only Asians there were majority Filipino and a little Korean. In my graduating class I had one other Viet girl and 3 Viet guys with me. The girl was a snobby brain, 2 of the guys were wanna be thugs and the othe guy was an awesome fob (he was the only one I was friends with).
I hung out with mostly Filipinos and was exposed to their culture a lot, and I do mean a lot. I know all about debuts, aunties, uncles, iii nacoles, psst, lumpia, adobo, opening the light, rocking polka dots on new year's eve, pointing with your mouth and stuff. Tam too. You can safely say we're Filipino washed.
However, us Daos grew up very very white washed, hence my valley girl accent. My girlfriends back home still carry that accent. As hard as we try to tame it, it's there. The professional world doesn't take valley girls very seriously. Especially if you're in the medical field or an educator. Thank goodness in retail, a valley girl accents reflects high energy.
I'm proud of my valley girl roots. We grew up very sheltered and happy. I love the word "grody" and the valley girl movie, Clueless. Yes, I can recite many lines from that classic. Being raised white washed, people make interesting comments to me. Like "Thao, you are the only Viet I get along with or like". I'm super perky and friendly, the polar opposite of the so-called Viet stereotype. I've experienced first hand the stare downs in Mira Mesa. It's so uncomfortable! I hate it so much! I sometimes feel like picking my nose just so the haters have something to really look at. And then I flick my booger at them. I see how how some Viets walk around so gang banging tough and too cool. Don't get me wrong though. I know valley people can come off stuck up, a la Tam. I can get all queen bee and plastic too. But that bitchiness is often provoked. I know I'm scrappy as a firecracker, but I don't come off like a cripe chick. I'm not gonna "cut a bitch". I just throw a BF (bitch fit a la queen bee).
The second odd thing that happened during dinner was the girls out numbered the guys for once. That rarely ever happens. Anh Tu commented that the guys in her group of friends in Arizona out number the girls on a regular basis also. When suite 26 hangs out, the most girls present is 3. 4 if Jerrin's girlfriend Vicky comes out. Or perhaps on my birthday you will see a lot if girls out and about with us. Lelanie, Sher, Vicky and Shania join Lisa, Lou and I on team pink. But even at our greatest numbers, the boys still out number us.
I wonder if after girls leave high school, their number of gal pals dwindle or remains the same?While their numbers of guy friends increase steadily? Hmm. Back in high school I used to hang out with mostly girls and now i'm that chick that chills with mostly guys. Lelanie's that chick too. Lisa too. Hmm. We all use to hang out with mostly girls and now we don't. I don't get why. Weird. Oh well. I love the girls in my life and I love guys in my life. Why? Because they're the best friends I could ask for.
Lesson of the day: a Monday evening can be interesting as a Friday or Saturday.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
What's next to me?
So I'm sitting on the couch watching Hannah Montana with Red. That's all Red by the way. I don't watch Hannah Montana on my own. I swear! Either Red or Tam have to be home watching it in order for me to check it out. Darn roomies got me tolerating it after watching the wizards on deck with Hannah Montana special.
Anyways, I reached over for a pizza bagel and felt something spikey. I looked to the right and saw blackness and a set of eyes staring back at me.
Red scared the shit out of me! I thought some kind of wild animal was sitting on the couch with me.
My vision is still jacked up that Red can easily scare the crap out of me more than usual.
-- Post From My iPhone
Anyways, I reached over for a pizza bagel and felt something spikey. I looked to the right and saw blackness and a set of eyes staring back at me.
Red scared the shit out of me! I thought some kind of wild animal was sitting on the couch with me.
My vision is still jacked up that Red can easily scare the crap out of me more than usual.
-- Post From My iPhone
You Can Call Me Whatever You Like
Everyone has a few nicknames or alias that they go by. I think have too many.
Thaoee ( email address for many sites and oddly enough dubbed by my first boyfriend Anthony. Even more odd is that every boyfriend has called me Thaoee. Oh, a lot gal pals and my sister call me Thaoee too).
TaDow ( my oldest nickname. I've been dubbed this since the 7th grade I think).
HowNowThaoDaoBrownCow? ( yes, one big slur of a nickname. Make this my oldest nickname. Had this since elementry school ).
T-Bird ( dubbed by Lisa ).
Bird ( a shorter version of T-Bird).
Mama Bear ( dubbed by my PS kids ).
Thaoee Daoee ( dubbed by the current ex. Please don't call me this. It makes me want to break something pretty. One of my employees made the mistake of calling me that and I nearly took his eye out).
Scrappy Doo ( dubbed by Red for obvious reasons).
Queen Thao (because queen takes all. I eat princesses for lunch).
Pistol Thao. Bang bang. ( dubbed by my old beloved CEO ).
T ( because saying Thao is such a mouthful).
Tiffany ( my white girl name).
Tao ( yeah like the club or religion. I spell my name like this at Starbucks for convience).
TheeyOo ( the most common way to mispronounce my name. Which I hate dearly. That's why I use Tao when a name is requested upon point of sale).
So what did you think? Too many nicknames? Or is it a normal amount?
Lesson if the day: say my name! say my name!
-- Post From My iPhone
Thaoee ( email address for many sites and oddly enough dubbed by my first boyfriend Anthony. Even more odd is that every boyfriend has called me Thaoee. Oh, a lot gal pals and my sister call me Thaoee too). TaDow ( my oldest nickname. I've been dubbed this since the 7th grade I think).HowNowThaoDaoBrownCow? ( yes, one big slur of a nickname. Make this my oldest nickname. Had this since elementry school ).T-Bird ( dubbed by Lisa ).Bird ( a shorter version of T-Bird).Mama Bear ( dubbed by my PS kids ).Thaoee Daoee ( dubbed by the current ex. Please don't call me this. It makes me want to break something pretty. One of my employees made the mistake of calling me that and I nearly took his eye out). Scrappy Doo ( dubbed by Red for obvious reasons).Queen Thao (because queen takes all. I eat princesses for lunch).Pistol Thao. Bang bang. ( dubbed by my old beloved CEO ).T ( because saying Thao is such a mouthful).Tiffany ( my white girl name).Tao ( yeah like the club or religion. I spell my name like this at Starbucks for convience).TheeyOo ( the most common way to mispronounce my name. Which I hate dearly. That's why I use Tao when a name is requested upon point of sale).So what did you think? Too many nicknames? Or is it a normal amount?
Lesson if the day: say my name! say my name!
-- Post From My iPhone
Do I? Sure
Do I miss you? Sure, sometimes though. How can I not think about you? Especially the good times. Ah the good times. Thinking about happier times with you brings warm fuzzy feelings.
But then I think about the not so good times. Instead of getting mad, I get disappointed on how things unfolded. Things got so ugly. Stuff happened that I didn't even imagine possible. But I'm glad things unfolded the way it did. My life is currently better without you in it, but I wonder if life could be " nicer " if you we more than non-existent in my everyday life. Perhaps. Sigh, perhaps.
Do I wish you well? Sure. That's the ideal thing to wish upon you. I want you happy and onto the road of bettering yourself. I truly mean it. I'm on that road myself.
I wish you good health. I wish you the happiness you deserve. Like I said, I wish you well. I don't wish bad things upon you.
However, does the evil plastic bitch in me smile with absolute utter delight when things aren't going well for you? Hell fuckin yeah. Everytime you fall from grace, it's a victory for all the times you shoved bullshit in my face. Every unfortunate thing that happens to you is pay back for every ounce of pain you caused me. Every struggle and challenge that faces you is justified bullshit. I wonder if you suffered for every selfish bullshit move you have ever made? Hmm. (this is me on the angry tip).
Lesson of the day? Queen takes all. Do not fuck with me because the universe has a devine way of making things right.
-- Post From My iPhone
But then I think about the not so good times. Instead of getting mad, I get disappointed on how things unfolded. Things got so ugly. Stuff happened that I didn't even imagine possible. But I'm glad things unfolded the way it did. My life is currently better without you in it, but I wonder if life could be " nicer " if you we more than non-existent in my everyday life. Perhaps. Sigh, perhaps.
Do I wish you well? Sure. That's the ideal thing to wish upon you. I want you happy and onto the road of bettering yourself. I truly mean it. I'm on that road myself.
I wish you good health. I wish you the happiness you deserve. Like I said, I wish you well. I don't wish bad things upon you.
However, does the evil plastic bitch in me smile with absolute utter delight when things aren't going well for you? Hell fuckin yeah. Everytime you fall from grace, it's a victory for all the times you shoved bullshit in my face. Every unfortunate thing that happens to you is pay back for every ounce of pain you caused me. Every struggle and challenge that faces you is justified bullshit. I wonder if you suffered for every selfish bullshit move you have ever made? Hmm. (this is me on the angry tip).
Lesson of the day? Queen takes all. Do not fuck with me because the universe has a devine way of making things right.
-- Post From My iPhoneNormalcy
A wise friend once said, " build a bridge and get over it ". But say if you already went to Home Depot and you already built this bridge? What now? You're personally over the conflicts, but how do you go back to normalcy?
Were things so tainted that you can't resume good ol' times at all? I want to say no, things are not beyond repair. I am the sort of person that views the glass half full.
Perhaps I need to give the situations more time to heal. I may be over the conflicts, but the other party could still be nursing wounds. Hmm, time will tell I supose. That's so cliche, but true.
Lesson of the day: you can't rush a " happily ever after ". It takes time. A lot of time.
-- Post From My iPhone
Were things so tainted that you can't resume good ol' times at all? I want to say no, things are not beyond repair. I am the sort of person that views the glass half full.
Perhaps I need to give the situations more time to heal. I may be over the conflicts, but the other party could still be nursing wounds. Hmm, time will tell I supose. That's so cliche, but true.
Lesson of the day: you can't rush a " happily ever after ". It takes time. A lot of time.
-- Post From My iPhoneSocial Manners
I think I have great social manners. Granted, I could take a class or 2 in dining etiquette. Haha. But I do well social settings. I give firm handshakes and I have been told I'm very approachable. Approachable as in I'm very friendly looking.
I'm very good at introducing people to each other. Almost too good because I often have the bad habit of re-introducing people to each other multiple times. I'm also not very shy about introducing myself to strangers when mutual friends fail to do so in the first place. I do this often because my friends are very bad at introductions. They fail at this a lot. I honestly rather introduce myself than stand around in silence trading awkward glances.
For example, this evening I was seated near a stranger. Someone I have heard about before in passing, but not officially met. I decided to put my hand out and introduced myself to this " friend of a friend ". Then I proceeded to introduce this " friend of a friend " to everyone else seated nearby. I waited a good 20 minutes for the mutual friend to go through the formalities, but he failed to do so. The mutual friend didn't attempt the formalities till the end of the dinner. By then we were able to chuckle that we introduced ourselves to each other at the beginning of the meal already. Haha.
I also think my good social manners make me likeable. I'm usually the friendliest to newcomers of the group. Playing the hostess with the mostest. (Even though I usually judge honey bees harshly for my guy friends. Haha). I tend to be the person people like to chit chat with first or most often. Yay me!
Lesson of the day: never be too shy to pratice good manners. They make any situation more pleasant.
-- Post From My iPhone
I'm very good at introducing people to each other. Almost too good because I often have the bad habit of re-introducing people to each other multiple times. I'm also not very shy about introducing myself to strangers when mutual friends fail to do so in the first place. I do this often because my friends are very bad at introductions. They fail at this a lot. I honestly rather introduce myself than stand around in silence trading awkward glances.
For example, this evening I was seated near a stranger. Someone I have heard about before in passing, but not officially met. I decided to put my hand out and introduced myself to this " friend of a friend ". Then I proceeded to introduce this " friend of a friend " to everyone else seated nearby. I waited a good 20 minutes for the mutual friend to go through the formalities, but he failed to do so. The mutual friend didn't attempt the formalities till the end of the dinner. By then we were able to chuckle that we introduced ourselves to each other at the beginning of the meal already. Haha.
I also think my good social manners make me likeable. I'm usually the friendliest to newcomers of the group. Playing the hostess with the mostest. (Even though I usually judge honey bees harshly for my guy friends. Haha). I tend to be the person people like to chit chat with first or most often. Yay me!
Lesson of the day: never be too shy to pratice good manners. They make any situation more pleasant.
-- Post From My iPhoneFriday, August 14, 2009
Forgotten Fun
Wednesday night I rediscovered a forgotten fun, hitting up bars and dancing! I've been single for roughly 6 months.
I was very scared and almost turned off by the thought of clubbing and bar hopping. I didn't want to party it up with little 21 year olds, young bucks. Plus I wanted to be in super good shape before I hit the night life again. I gained happy fat from my last relantionship.
Well I was definitely ready for night life fun Wednesday evening at Red's birthday outing. I've been working out regularly, so I was feeling pretty confident. I was rocking a cute boobalicious dress, Chanel glasses and all. I had so much fun dancing with my friends at 923. It's something I use to love to do. Something I now want to do more often. Especially on Wednesday nights at 923. It's free cover, good dj and chill! A perfect place for me to chill with my friends.
I also like rolling up with a bunch of guys. I'm that chick that hangs out with a lot of guys and I don't mind it too much. As long as I'm not the only girl in the group. No one dares to mess with a girl that's chilling with a ton of guys. Could it be in the realm of cockblocking? Perhaps, but I love my guys. They are a ton of fun. Plus I rarely pay for my drinks when I'm with them. Haha.
Lesson of the day: dancing is so much fun! I must rediscover forgotten fun more often!
-- Post From My iPhone
I was very scared and almost turned off by the thought of clubbing and bar hopping. I didn't want to party it up with little 21 year olds, young bucks. Plus I wanted to be in super good shape before I hit the night life again. I gained happy fat from my last relantionship.
Well I was definitely ready for night life fun Wednesday evening at Red's birthday outing. I've been working out regularly, so I was feeling pretty confident. I was rocking a cute boobalicious dress, Chanel glasses and all. I had so much fun dancing with my friends at 923. It's something I use to love to do. Something I now want to do more often. Especially on Wednesday nights at 923. It's free cover, good dj and chill! A perfect place for me to chill with my friends.
I also like rolling up with a bunch of guys. I'm that chick that hangs out with a lot of guys and I don't mind it too much. As long as I'm not the only girl in the group. No one dares to mess with a girl that's chilling with a ton of guys. Could it be in the realm of cockblocking? Perhaps, but I love my guys. They are a ton of fun. Plus I rarely pay for my drinks when I'm with them. Haha.
Lesson of the day: dancing is so much fun! I must rediscover forgotten fun more often!
-- Post From My iPhone
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Feeling the Love
Many of you know the current state of my vision. I have a long recovery period ahead. As severe as things are, I have been able to take a lot of positive things from this.
I have a well deserve break from work. I get to lower my stress levels. I'm going to take this time to get my mind, body and soul in order and find peace.
Another great thing take came from my medical leave is seeing all the love I get from my friends. My roomies, Tam and Red are amazing as usual. Reminding me every hour to take my antibiotics, taking me to check ups, and letting me take it easy. Good neighbor Lisa is more intent to feeding me home cooked meals. Ace ace calmed my nerves about my treatment. Giving me all the medical break down. He's also a great date! Guiding me at the bars and shining a light for me to see at the party so I won't trip. I love my bestie. He's so awesome that Red and Rich wanted to steal him away from me. I did lose him to a bet once. Haha.
My wonderful kiddies from work just make me warm and fuzzy inside. When Genny heard the news that I was out for awhile, she offered to take me grocery shopping and help me cook. What a sweetheart! Moses (my favorite newbie) at the going away party was determined to guide me around in the dark outside. Especially up the unlit stairs to the pool and awesome view. He was also determined that I didn't fall into the pool. Haha. My kids sent sweet get well wishes and said many kind words. I love my people!
Lesson of the day: peoples' kindness is the best medicine!
-- Post From My iPhone
I have a well deserve break from work. I get to lower my stress levels. I'm going to take this time to get my mind, body and soul in order and find peace.
Another great thing take came from my medical leave is seeing all the love I get from my friends. My roomies, Tam and Red are amazing as usual. Reminding me every hour to take my antibiotics, taking me to check ups, and letting me take it easy. Good neighbor Lisa is more intent to feeding me home cooked meals. Ace ace calmed my nerves about my treatment. Giving me all the medical break down. He's also a great date! Guiding me at the bars and shining a light for me to see at the party so I won't trip. I love my bestie. He's so awesome that Red and Rich wanted to steal him away from me. I did lose him to a bet once. Haha.
My wonderful kiddies from work just make me warm and fuzzy inside. When Genny heard the news that I was out for awhile, she offered to take me grocery shopping and help me cook. What a sweetheart! Moses (my favorite newbie) at the going away party was determined to guide me around in the dark outside. Especially up the unlit stairs to the pool and awesome view. He was also determined that I didn't fall into the pool. Haha. My kids sent sweet get well wishes and said many kind words. I love my people!
Lesson of the day: peoples' kindness is the best medicine!
-- Post From My iPhone
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