Time to vent again... phew.
Last week my mom said her legs were numb and her hips were hurting, so we went back into the hospital to get a spinal tap. It turned out that the cancer has gotten into her spinal fluid, which is very serious. The immediately scheduled chemo to inject directly into her spinal fluid from her brain. To do this, they had to put her into surgery, install a small tube that goes thru her skull into her brain, and they'd inject chemo twice a week.
The surgery took about 2 hours. After that, she started this fever that's just not going away. And also she's been having a lot of pain on her hips that the doc has to give her morphine around the clock. And it frustrates me a lot because there's nothing I can do. I want to cook for her, but she won't let me do so, and when I do, she tells me that my cooking sucks. I want to help her get out of bed to walk around and take a shower, she won't let me do so either. So all I do is sit next to her and she has to yell at me for sitting all day long. So now I'm at the computer lab avoiding her but then I feel bad leaving her by herself. But she just gets angry at everything I do and this is the only way to keep myself sane and not yelling back at her. Ugh, it's so hard!
So she's not eating, not getting out of bed, and all the people bothering her she's not getting much sleep either. Some of the nurses are so loud when they come into the room, and they'd come in every hour or two, even throughout the night, and they'd even turn on all the lights and do their jobs clumsily, they don't care that whatever they do is bothering the patients. Some are even too lazy, they'd leave half the jobs undone (like emptying out the potty). I guess they really hate their jobs. A few nurses are better, they'd bring a flash light and they'd do their jobs as quiet as they can.
And there's the family. They keep calling my mom and they keep telling her they want to come visit. They're just so selfish! They want to call her and come see her so that they feel better about themselves that they're not ignoring their family. but they don't understand that their constant calling and visiting is keeping my mom awake and she's not getting much sleep. And when I tell them to stop calling so much, they get mad at me, I guess because I'm not letting them feel better about themselves. And then keep calling. They only care about how they feel and they gotta show it instead of thinking how much rest my mom needs without their constant badgering. What selfish jerks they are.
I had to vent. My mom's been yelling at me all day long... every day, for everything I do. I have no place to release the anger. Phew I feel better now.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
What's new
Allen's visiting me in Houston this weekend (friday) I can't wait!
and he bought me a Wii, and DS games! and we can finally get our grooves on! he also got the dance dance rev. mario version for the gamecube!
NE way, he told me the other day to help him set up a blog too! I can't believe he's actually going to blog?? it'll be interesting to watch...
and of course, he also said he wanted a boat and wanted to become a sniper... hehehe
Well, I was watching the news the other day, about racism (the Jena 6) and abortion. I think racism exists everywhere. It doesn't have to be black vs. white, even Asians vs. Asians. Even in Taiwan, the Chinese and Taiwanese also act in that way. It's just completely unavoidable. It's just whenever there's an opportunity, people tend to want to act like they're better than some, even if they have the same skin color. But really... I think the black kids deserve what they got. The aggression was not necessary. Martin Luther King didn't make all the difference by punching his way through the white population. And if the black population wants to be treated better, I think they better start working harder. You can't behave a certain way and then complain about how others treat you that way and blaming them for being racists.
And my cousin asked me whether I agree with abortion (after we watched the news about planned parenthood) I said no, then she asked me if I was Christian or Catholic. I think most people would make this association. Though I'm Christian, I really think abortion is just bad for the society. I mean look at what goes on in schools nowadays. One of my classmates (elementary school teacher) told me that they caught a couple of FOURTH graders having sex in the playground (inside the enclosed slide)!!!! ugh!! and when I was working at the camp, we were told to watch for the girls wearing these sex bracelets, pretty much normal plastic bracelets, but the idea was that if someone breaks one, you'd have to have sex with them, and the color and style determins the position and flavor for the condoms! It was all over the news a few years back. And what about high school orgies? you think it's absurd don't you? well, it happens!
I mean most of the supporters argue that abortion is necessary when the girls get raped, or when they make a mistake and it's a better option. but how many raped cases are there versus teens who choose to have sex?? If abortion is illegal, it should teach the society about being stricter about controlling their sexual urges, controlling the media. All the openess about sex, peer pressure only make the whole society more vulnerable to STDs! Don't people care about their kids? Even if your kids choose to be more careful about sex doesn't mean that their peers will, and it puts everybody at a higher risk. I think America needs to have a moral check.
and he bought me a Wii, and DS games! and we can finally get our grooves on! he also got the dance dance rev. mario version for the gamecube!
NE way, he told me the other day to help him set up a blog too! I can't believe he's actually going to blog?? it'll be interesting to watch...
and of course, he also said he wanted a boat and wanted to become a sniper... hehehe
Well, I was watching the news the other day, about racism (the Jena 6) and abortion. I think racism exists everywhere. It doesn't have to be black vs. white, even Asians vs. Asians. Even in Taiwan, the Chinese and Taiwanese also act in that way. It's just completely unavoidable. It's just whenever there's an opportunity, people tend to want to act like they're better than some, even if they have the same skin color. But really... I think the black kids deserve what they got. The aggression was not necessary. Martin Luther King didn't make all the difference by punching his way through the white population. And if the black population wants to be treated better, I think they better start working harder. You can't behave a certain way and then complain about how others treat you that way and blaming them for being racists.
And my cousin asked me whether I agree with abortion (after we watched the news about planned parenthood) I said no, then she asked me if I was Christian or Catholic. I think most people would make this association. Though I'm Christian, I really think abortion is just bad for the society. I mean look at what goes on in schools nowadays. One of my classmates (elementary school teacher) told me that they caught a couple of FOURTH graders having sex in the playground (inside the enclosed slide)!!!! ugh!! and when I was working at the camp, we were told to watch for the girls wearing these sex bracelets, pretty much normal plastic bracelets, but the idea was that if someone breaks one, you'd have to have sex with them, and the color and style determins the position and flavor for the condoms! It was all over the news a few years back. And what about high school orgies? you think it's absurd don't you? well, it happens!
I mean most of the supporters argue that abortion is necessary when the girls get raped, or when they make a mistake and it's a better option. but how many raped cases are there versus teens who choose to have sex?? If abortion is illegal, it should teach the society about being stricter about controlling their sexual urges, controlling the media. All the openess about sex, peer pressure only make the whole society more vulnerable to STDs! Don't people care about their kids? Even if your kids choose to be more careful about sex doesn't mean that their peers will, and it puts everybody at a higher risk. I think America needs to have a moral check.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Cancer Center Event
Whoa so it's been a long time since I updated my blog. All my friends are sending out mass emails to every one about their recent lives and I guess it's about time to do mine XD
Anyway, so I quit my job and I'm back in Houston again, mom's down with cancer 3rd time. Chemo isn't helping anymore, so they're using stemcells to fight the cancer. So for those of you who's wondering what stemcells transplant is, well, here it is. First they inject you (on the stomach fat twice a day) with something call Neupogen. This is suppose to coax your body to grow more stemcells and release them into the blood stream so that they don't have to drill into your bone marrow to collect them.
*note stemcells are, from what I know, cells in the bone marrow that produce all the cells in your body. After about a week of Neupogen, your white blood cell count will go waaaay up, and then that's when they put you on a bed, draw blood from one arm, blood goes into this spin machine, it spins out the stemcells, and then pumps the blood right back to your body on the other arm.
I think after we get out of the hospital, we can become expert in medical stuff now...
Well, so last year when my mom did the stemcell transplant, they took her own stemcells, that didn't work, so this time, they got it from my uncle who's got matching stemcells. only 30% of the patients have this chance. So you think it's good news right? sorta... not!
My jerk of an uncle, he's a military guy. The stockmarket crash in Taiwan a few years back might have knocked his head a little sideways. So he came here to donate his stemcells to my mom but man, he sure caused some havoc. It took us about a month to schedule everything with the hospital and the insurance company for his arrival. After he got here, the hospital provided a translator for him and explained everything to him right? Then he was on Neupogen for about a week and then started his stemcell donation. The doctor asked for 10 million cells for my mom, 5 million for one transplant, and save 5 million for a second transplant if her cancer returns within 5 years, so that my uncle doesn't have to come over here next time when she needs more cells. Anyway, so they explained to him that each day, he'll be on the machine for a certain amount of time decided by the computer according to his weight, height, and blood flow from that day, around 2~6 hours. And then they'll count the # of cells collected at night and the next day they'll know if he needs to return for another collection. Perhaps there was some misunderstanding somewhere, he thought he would only be on the machine for 2 days, and then he booked tickets to Las Vegas with my aunt (in Austin).
But it turned out that, on the first day, the nurse at his station explained to him that on the average, each collection, they'll end up with roughly 2 million cells, although sometimes they'll see 5~10 million once a while. Therefore he was expecting at least 4 days for my uncle. Well, my uncle didn't believe him and said the doctor told him one or two days. We really don't know how many days since they won't have a cell count until after they've collected (and I did explained this to my uncle many times).
on the second day, they told us they got about 2 million cells, and he'll need to return for more. After he heard this, he was really pissed and he started yelling at the nurses and making a scene at the hospital! He demanded that he wanted to see the doctor, so the doctor dropped her other appointments and rushed over here. He told the doctor to put him on the machine for 6 hours, the maximum, but the doc explained that it's not possible because it is decided by his body condition of the day, the machine will run automatically, and that he is a donor so nobody is forcing him to donate, he's welcome to leave if he wants to. He was really pissed and said that they're treating him like a lab mouse, and said something about him having to come back endlessly because the hospital refused to draw 6 hours like he demanded. So my mom begged him to stay because 2 mil. cells is not even enough for one transplant..and he did... I left with my mom that day because she'd be having heavy sedation and I had to be with her, so my cousin's gf stayed with my uncle. When I got back, it was at the end of the collection, and I saw that his hand was swollen. He was yelling at the nurse saying he's so stupid not knowing what he was doing and that the nurse pumped the blood too fast back into his arm (which, I knew then was not true because the speed was all controlled by the computer). I pulled the nurse aside and asked him, and he said that my uncle probably moved his arm somehow and the needle popped out of his veins, and then he instructed me to give him ice and heat packs to help with the swelling, it should be fine by the next day. So I explained it to my uncle, told him not to worry and that it'll be ok, but he exploded at me too. I found out from my aunt that I was supposed to agree with him how stupid the nurse was and I was going to help him sue the hospital... And before he left, he took out his digital camera and took pictures of his arm in front of the nurses. Can you believe this? I don't know about you, but it made me feel like he was a little... immature??
So that night, he refused to speak to me (at the time I didn't even know what I did wrong) and when I offered a hot towel for his arm, he refused it and yelled at me! He even refused to eat, and when my mom offered him the bed because she wanted him to take care of his body since he's donating (there were only 2 twin beds and 5 of us in the apt), he refused and yelled at her too, so he slept on the recliner.
The next morning he got to the hospital, found that they've collected just enough for the first transplant. Usually they would like minimum of 4.8 mil cells for each transplant, and they've collected 4.7 mil from my uncle at that point. Then he told the nurse he refused to donate anymore and he's leaving town (to go to my aunt's in Austin). The nurse told him that he should wait an hour for the lab results to come in so they can make sure he has enough plalette and magnesium before he leaves the hospital, and if he's low, they could give him some, or it could be dangerous. He refused it and called my cousin to pick him up immediately and drive to Austin. Ohhhh I was so freakin' !@#%%^!@!! Then I went to my mom (who was somewhere else in the hospital waiting for her appt. She pretty much collapsed when she heard that he left and she was so angry that she was refusing the whole transplant! I didn't know what to do and I was freaking out because the doctor said my mom cannot be emotionally traumatized this way or it could be bad for her condition. Then I ran into a really really nice doctor from China. He's an observer and he's spoken to my mom a few times before. He'd been talking to us explaining a lot of things. So I told him about this and brought my mom over to talk to him. I figured that he could explain the situation better to my mom... and he did! It was a miracle!!! Not only did he make her feel better about the situation, he also talked to her about how to take care of herself after she gets out of the hospital and my mom actually listened to him!! After talking to him, my mom has the mind set that since she has this one opportunity, she's going to take care of her body (finally!!) and not come back to the hospital anymore!!! In the past, no matter how many times I tried to tell my mom to take care of her body, she just wouldn't listen! now the doc finally changed her mind. I really felt like he was an Angel, an answer to my prayers!
Since that talk, she's felt a lot better, although still mad at my uncle, she kept a pretty positive attitude and she's doing great!
Now the second half of the story....
So after my uncle left to Austin, he started to bad talk my mom and me. He told all our relatives that we treated him like crap and that we didn't even let him use the phone so he was cut off from his family and that his body couldn't take this anymore. He even call grandpa in China and lied to him that my mom wanted his bone marrow and that they've sucked the life out of him!! My grandpa got so worried and upset and he called my mom. Then my mom got upset because she didn't want grandpa to worry like this. She kept saying what's worse than knowing one of your children dying and the other one is refusing to save her. So my uncle kept lying about what happened to him that he's helping us and we're hurting his body and he had to protect himself. All our relatives in Austin started calling my mom and me day and night to yell at us, mostly me since I'm not the patient. I was so distraught that I couldn't sleep for days and with the phone calls coming in, neither my mom or me got any rest and they just kept yelling at us and believing everything my uncle said about his health. At first, I even went to the doctor to ask him about my uncle's condition, and the doc said that he's running fever and feel fatigue are just side effects of the Neupogen, just flu like symptoms to tell his body to produce more cells, but otherwise his body is absolutely fine and the symptoms are not even close to severe that he couldn't continue, it's all psychological. I explained it over and over to them in Austin to the point that I was just absolutely exhausted and just left the cell phons off because the calls wouldn't stop all day long.
After a few more days, I heard that my uncle was coming back (unwillingly) for one more collection, since the doc said that 4.7 mil is on the lower side and her body would have a higher risk of rejecting them. And also because my aunt's boyfriend refused to take them to las vegas after hearing what a jerk he is. So my uncle gave us "conditions" we had to agree to before he comes back, which was to have Steve (my stepdad) take 2 weeks off work to stay with him, that we had to get him a hotel for the time he's here, and that he's only giving 1 more mil by watching the clock and stopping the machine half way! When he came back the doctors were trying to convince him to donate a couple more days but he refused and he booked the ticket back to Taiwan the day after the scheduled collection so that they couldn't do anything about it.
So they did all that, Steve entertained him for two weeks, just 2 Neupogen shots a day at the hotel, and the last day a few hours for collection. Steve talked to the doctor and he knew my uncle is only going to do it just this last time, so he gave him a higher dose of the shots so the body would produce more... of course my uncle didn't know or else he wouldn't do it! Then after a few days, his while blood cells went way up, and my brainless aunt told my uncle about it and he was pissed saying that the hospital was cheating him of his cells!! Steve asked my aunt why she had to tell my uncle and she said she had to protect her brother!!! Steve was like what?!! why the @#$% are you trying to protect your healthy brother and not your dying sister!? So Steve just told my uncle that they weren't cheating him, just his body reacts differently, the nurse didn't know why. Since then, my uncle took every chance to make Steve's life miserable. I wasn't there for any of these, so no more juicy details, but I just heard that after the collection, he told Steve to lick his penis because it was itchy, way to humiliate people to make himself feel better.
Anyway, so after the last collection, it was about 1 more mil only (just like what my uncle had planned), but my mom still didn't have enough for back ups, so it's just this one time, the risk of rejection is lower now since she had a total of 5.7 mil. She just got the transplant on Sept. 11th (her new Birthday!). She's doing really good now and so am I, we're looking to leave the hospital soon in a week or two, and we'll be in the apt until end of this year or early Jan.
We're just glad that my uncle is gone, and God's answered two of my prayers! One of them is for my mom to realize that she needs to take care of her body so she won't get sick again, since nobody can do that for her, and another one is for her to accept that it's ok for me to get pregnant! She's actually kind of looking forward to it, since afterall being sick and not knowing when your last is, she kinda want to see her grand kids, and also the doc from China told her something about Chord Blood as an alternative if her cancer comes back and he brother refused to donate, so she actually told me that I could have a baby and save the umbilical chord to see if it'll match hers. I was very happy she said that, since everytime I mention anything about having babies before, she'd get so upset and think that I'm screwing up my life... I think now she's a lot more accepting.
Phew what a long blog. Thanks for reading and and thanks to all of you who's been praying hard and long for my mom.
Anyway, so I quit my job and I'm back in Houston again, mom's down with cancer 3rd time. Chemo isn't helping anymore, so they're using stemcells to fight the cancer. So for those of you who's wondering what stemcells transplant is, well, here it is. First they inject you (on the stomach fat twice a day) with something call Neupogen. This is suppose to coax your body to grow more stemcells and release them into the blood stream so that they don't have to drill into your bone marrow to collect them.
*note stemcells are, from what I know, cells in the bone marrow that produce all the cells in your body. After about a week of Neupogen, your white blood cell count will go waaaay up, and then that's when they put you on a bed, draw blood from one arm, blood goes into this spin machine, it spins out the stemcells, and then pumps the blood right back to your body on the other arm.
I think after we get out of the hospital, we can become expert in medical stuff now...
Well, so last year when my mom did the stemcell transplant, they took her own stemcells, that didn't work, so this time, they got it from my uncle who's got matching stemcells. only 30% of the patients have this chance. So you think it's good news right? sorta... not!
My jerk of an uncle, he's a military guy. The stockmarket crash in Taiwan a few years back might have knocked his head a little sideways. So he came here to donate his stemcells to my mom but man, he sure caused some havoc. It took us about a month to schedule everything with the hospital and the insurance company for his arrival. After he got here, the hospital provided a translator for him and explained everything to him right? Then he was on Neupogen for about a week and then started his stemcell donation. The doctor asked for 10 million cells for my mom, 5 million for one transplant, and save 5 million for a second transplant if her cancer returns within 5 years, so that my uncle doesn't have to come over here next time when she needs more cells. Anyway, so they explained to him that each day, he'll be on the machine for a certain amount of time decided by the computer according to his weight, height, and blood flow from that day, around 2~6 hours. And then they'll count the # of cells collected at night and the next day they'll know if he needs to return for another collection. Perhaps there was some misunderstanding somewhere, he thought he would only be on the machine for 2 days, and then he booked tickets to Las Vegas with my aunt (in Austin).
But it turned out that, on the first day, the nurse at his station explained to him that on the average, each collection, they'll end up with roughly 2 million cells, although sometimes they'll see 5~10 million once a while. Therefore he was expecting at least 4 days for my uncle. Well, my uncle didn't believe him and said the doctor told him one or two days. We really don't know how many days since they won't have a cell count until after they've collected (and I did explained this to my uncle many times).
on the second day, they told us they got about 2 million cells, and he'll need to return for more. After he heard this, he was really pissed and he started yelling at the nurses and making a scene at the hospital! He demanded that he wanted to see the doctor, so the doctor dropped her other appointments and rushed over here. He told the doctor to put him on the machine for 6 hours, the maximum, but the doc explained that it's not possible because it is decided by his body condition of the day, the machine will run automatically, and that he is a donor so nobody is forcing him to donate, he's welcome to leave if he wants to. He was really pissed and said that they're treating him like a lab mouse, and said something about him having to come back endlessly because the hospital refused to draw 6 hours like he demanded. So my mom begged him to stay because 2 mil. cells is not even enough for one transplant..and he did... I left with my mom that day because she'd be having heavy sedation and I had to be with her, so my cousin's gf stayed with my uncle. When I got back, it was at the end of the collection, and I saw that his hand was swollen. He was yelling at the nurse saying he's so stupid not knowing what he was doing and that the nurse pumped the blood too fast back into his arm (which, I knew then was not true because the speed was all controlled by the computer). I pulled the nurse aside and asked him, and he said that my uncle probably moved his arm somehow and the needle popped out of his veins, and then he instructed me to give him ice and heat packs to help with the swelling, it should be fine by the next day. So I explained it to my uncle, told him not to worry and that it'll be ok, but he exploded at me too. I found out from my aunt that I was supposed to agree with him how stupid the nurse was and I was going to help him sue the hospital... And before he left, he took out his digital camera and took pictures of his arm in front of the nurses. Can you believe this? I don't know about you, but it made me feel like he was a little... immature??
So that night, he refused to speak to me (at the time I didn't even know what I did wrong) and when I offered a hot towel for his arm, he refused it and yelled at me! He even refused to eat, and when my mom offered him the bed because she wanted him to take care of his body since he's donating (there were only 2 twin beds and 5 of us in the apt), he refused and yelled at her too, so he slept on the recliner.
The next morning he got to the hospital, found that they've collected just enough for the first transplant. Usually they would like minimum of 4.8 mil cells for each transplant, and they've collected 4.7 mil from my uncle at that point. Then he told the nurse he refused to donate anymore and he's leaving town (to go to my aunt's in Austin). The nurse told him that he should wait an hour for the lab results to come in so they can make sure he has enough plalette and magnesium before he leaves the hospital, and if he's low, they could give him some, or it could be dangerous. He refused it and called my cousin to pick him up immediately and drive to Austin. Ohhhh I was so freakin' !@#%%^!@!! Then I went to my mom (who was somewhere else in the hospital waiting for her appt. She pretty much collapsed when she heard that he left and she was so angry that she was refusing the whole transplant! I didn't know what to do and I was freaking out because the doctor said my mom cannot be emotionally traumatized this way or it could be bad for her condition. Then I ran into a really really nice doctor from China. He's an observer and he's spoken to my mom a few times before. He'd been talking to us explaining a lot of things. So I told him about this and brought my mom over to talk to him. I figured that he could explain the situation better to my mom... and he did! It was a miracle!!! Not only did he make her feel better about the situation, he also talked to her about how to take care of herself after she gets out of the hospital and my mom actually listened to him!! After talking to him, my mom has the mind set that since she has this one opportunity, she's going to take care of her body (finally!!) and not come back to the hospital anymore!!! In the past, no matter how many times I tried to tell my mom to take care of her body, she just wouldn't listen! now the doc finally changed her mind. I really felt like he was an Angel, an answer to my prayers!
Since that talk, she's felt a lot better, although still mad at my uncle, she kept a pretty positive attitude and she's doing great!
Now the second half of the story....
So after my uncle left to Austin, he started to bad talk my mom and me. He told all our relatives that we treated him like crap and that we didn't even let him use the phone so he was cut off from his family and that his body couldn't take this anymore. He even call grandpa in China and lied to him that my mom wanted his bone marrow and that they've sucked the life out of him!! My grandpa got so worried and upset and he called my mom. Then my mom got upset because she didn't want grandpa to worry like this. She kept saying what's worse than knowing one of your children dying and the other one is refusing to save her. So my uncle kept lying about what happened to him that he's helping us and we're hurting his body and he had to protect himself. All our relatives in Austin started calling my mom and me day and night to yell at us, mostly me since I'm not the patient. I was so distraught that I couldn't sleep for days and with the phone calls coming in, neither my mom or me got any rest and they just kept yelling at us and believing everything my uncle said about his health. At first, I even went to the doctor to ask him about my uncle's condition, and the doc said that he's running fever and feel fatigue are just side effects of the Neupogen, just flu like symptoms to tell his body to produce more cells, but otherwise his body is absolutely fine and the symptoms are not even close to severe that he couldn't continue, it's all psychological. I explained it over and over to them in Austin to the point that I was just absolutely exhausted and just left the cell phons off because the calls wouldn't stop all day long.
After a few more days, I heard that my uncle was coming back (unwillingly) for one more collection, since the doc said that 4.7 mil is on the lower side and her body would have a higher risk of rejecting them. And also because my aunt's boyfriend refused to take them to las vegas after hearing what a jerk he is. So my uncle gave us "conditions" we had to agree to before he comes back, which was to have Steve (my stepdad) take 2 weeks off work to stay with him, that we had to get him a hotel for the time he's here, and that he's only giving 1 more mil by watching the clock and stopping the machine half way! When he came back the doctors were trying to convince him to donate a couple more days but he refused and he booked the ticket back to Taiwan the day after the scheduled collection so that they couldn't do anything about it.
So they did all that, Steve entertained him for two weeks, just 2 Neupogen shots a day at the hotel, and the last day a few hours for collection. Steve talked to the doctor and he knew my uncle is only going to do it just this last time, so he gave him a higher dose of the shots so the body would produce more... of course my uncle didn't know or else he wouldn't do it! Then after a few days, his while blood cells went way up, and my brainless aunt told my uncle about it and he was pissed saying that the hospital was cheating him of his cells!! Steve asked my aunt why she had to tell my uncle and she said she had to protect her brother!!! Steve was like what?!! why the @#$% are you trying to protect your healthy brother and not your dying sister!? So Steve just told my uncle that they weren't cheating him, just his body reacts differently, the nurse didn't know why. Since then, my uncle took every chance to make Steve's life miserable. I wasn't there for any of these, so no more juicy details, but I just heard that after the collection, he told Steve to lick his penis because it was itchy, way to humiliate people to make himself feel better.
Anyway, so after the last collection, it was about 1 more mil only (just like what my uncle had planned), but my mom still didn't have enough for back ups, so it's just this one time, the risk of rejection is lower now since she had a total of 5.7 mil. She just got the transplant on Sept. 11th (her new Birthday!). She's doing really good now and so am I, we're looking to leave the hospital soon in a week or two, and we'll be in the apt until end of this year or early Jan.
We're just glad that my uncle is gone, and God's answered two of my prayers! One of them is for my mom to realize that she needs to take care of her body so she won't get sick again, since nobody can do that for her, and another one is for her to accept that it's ok for me to get pregnant! She's actually kind of looking forward to it, since afterall being sick and not knowing when your last is, she kinda want to see her grand kids, and also the doc from China told her something about Chord Blood as an alternative if her cancer comes back and he brother refused to donate, so she actually told me that I could have a baby and save the umbilical chord to see if it'll match hers. I was very happy she said that, since everytime I mention anything about having babies before, she'd get so upset and think that I'm screwing up my life... I think now she's a lot more accepting.
Phew what a long blog. Thanks for reading and and thanks to all of you who's been praying hard and long for my mom.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Life back to normal..
Ok so I started back at work this week, and school's starting on Tuesday... Busy busy busy... so many things to do so little time.
But I'm still bored? Why? Because I'm EXCITED! about school and work AND.... *drum roll*
Allen and I have finally decided to adopt!!! WOOT!!
Why? Because we WANT TO! Don't ask why :)
Recently I've joined a yahoo group (adopting Taiwanese kids) and have been reading about their stories. Yes, I want to adopt. Allen wants his own kids too, but we're still adopting.
What's the purpose of having kids? To pass on your genes? To have someone to love? Well, adopting kids and providing them with a home (rather than an orphanage) is a much stronger purpose. If I was to have kids, well, why not have it with purpose!?
Did you know those orphans don't even get to shower every day?
Here are some of the blogs of people who have adopted from Taiwan:
This is Jenna
This is Sheng-Fei
This is Blake and Sophi
This is Kobi
This is a link for Common Wealth Adoption
I cried everytime I read those blogs... so touching...
But I'm still bored? Why? Because I'm EXCITED! about school and work AND.... *drum roll*
Allen and I have finally decided to adopt!!! WOOT!!
Why? Because we WANT TO! Don't ask why :)
Recently I've joined a yahoo group (adopting Taiwanese kids) and have been reading about their stories. Yes, I want to adopt. Allen wants his own kids too, but we're still adopting.
What's the purpose of having kids? To pass on your genes? To have someone to love? Well, adopting kids and providing them with a home (rather than an orphanage) is a much stronger purpose. If I was to have kids, well, why not have it with purpose!?
Did you know those orphans don't even get to shower every day?
Here are some of the blogs of people who have adopted from Taiwan:
This is Jenna
This is Sheng-Fei
This is Blake and Sophi
This is Kobi
This is a link for Common Wealth Adoption
I cried everytime I read those blogs... so touching...
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
My Best Friend
a friend went to Japan for vacation and saw a notice posted on the window of a pet store:
10 Reminders to Pet Owners
1. Before you take me home, remember my life span is only 10 to 15 years. If you ever leave me, it'll be my greatest pain.
2. Please be patient to me, put some time in getting to know me.
3. Trust me - it's very important to me.
4. Please don't stay angry at me too long, and don't lock me up as my punishment. Do you understand? You have your job, fun, friends, etc, but I only have you.
5. Please talk to me often, despite that I don't understand, but I can feel your presence and I have your voice to keep me company.
6. I will remember the way you treat me forever.
7. When you spank or hit me, remember, I have very sharp teeth that can crush your hand, but I just choose not to use them.
8. When you are mad at me for being uncooperative, stubborn, or lazy, please think, perhaps something is bothering me. Perhaps I haven't had a treat, or run under the warm sun, or I'm just plainly too old.
9. When I'm old, please take care of me, because you will be old someday too.
10. When I'm old and dying, please don't say, "I can't watch it, I need to leave." As long as you're with me, it'll be easier for me to accept it. Please don't forget, I love you.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Problems
Allen and I have these problems and we can't seem to solve it:
1. Financial. It all starts when Allen wants to get this $1600 laptop. I made a fuss about it, I mean com'on, $1600 is a lot of money! Besides, he already has a laptop that's working fine. And then I ordered a dessert. Allen made a fuss about that, ooo spending money on dessert... nooo!! I feel like he can spend money on anything he wants, but when I spend money, he gets all upset!
2. The house. Our house has been under construction for a year. It's all torn up. We've spent the whole time using the bathroom w/o a wall! and lights! The backyard is a mess, and so is the 1/2 way done garage conversion (it's now piled up w/ Allen's junk). Allen always says he'll do it when he has time, but it seems like he never has time for anything.
3. Cleaning. When I came home this week (and last time) the house looks like it's gone through hurricane. I mean it's FILTHY!!! But I got to cleaning it right away, and it would take me a week to clean the whole house! But then Allen continues to mess it up, leaving dirty clothes/socks everywhere, not flushing the toilet, dirty dishes, etc etc. By the time I finish cleaning the bedroom, the living room is a mess. It seems like he doesn't know how to put things up. Like mail for example, he would just leave them anywhere he was standing, and I asked him where it should go, he says "I don't know." He doesn't know to sort out the junk to throw away and keep the bills in the drawer! I mean it's his own house for Christ sake! It's like if he leaves something on the table, it would magically put itself in where it belongs! (of course that's me doing the work behind him!) I talked to him about it. I know he's "busy" and doesn't "have time" to clean up, so I made him a deal, I'll do the cleaning, but he needs to maintain, since he's messing up faster than I can clean! All he needs to do is put his shoes up where it belongs after work, put dirty clothes/socks in the laundry basket after he takes them off, flush the toilet after he pees, put the dishes in the sink and soak them after he eats. And I'll do the rest. I mean he's not even spending time to clean up, just naturally putting things where they belong after he's done w/ them. But he says he's already doing his best and can't do any better about it. Then what am I suppose to do??? It's sooooooo frustrating!!! I tried to negotiate w/ him, finding a compromise, but it's his way or no way!! He even said he doesn't "have time" to remember to do any of that! How can someone not have time to "remember" to do things? If he tries harder, he can remember. When he leaves things around, it makes me feel that I need to clean up after him. I really don't like doing that. He said if he were to put everything up, then there'll be nothing for me to clean. That really pisses me off.
4. Time. Allen always says "I'll do it when I have time." The fact is that he never has time for ANYTHING! He keeps saying that the house will be done in no time, but it's been a year! He says he has no time to clean up! He says he works too much and he has school. Well, for me, I was working 3 part time jobs, taking 4 grad classes (3 being full time student) and doing all the cleaning/cooking in the house! How did I manage? Well, I tell myself that I have to do them because they are my responsibilities. If he really doesn't have time to clean up after himself or fix up the house, then he's working more than he can handle!! But he even has time to volunteer???!?!??? WTF! What about the house? The time he spends volunteering, he can be fixing up the house!? Okay, so he doesn't want to fix the house, then hire someone to! But he doesn't want to spend the money to do that! So the house has been sitting like that for a year!
AND I just found out that he has no vacation in his new job. That means we won't be going on a vacation this year. It makes me wonder what's more important to him, family or work? or... himself?
5. Compromise/Arguing. Allen and I argue a lot. Mostly for the things above. Hey, you'd think we'd solve it by now, but no. Because Allen never sees mistake in himself. Whenever I bring up a problem, very careful not to sound like I'm blaming him (because I'm not, just trying to solve a problem) his first (and only) reaction is to defend himself by coming up w/ excuses for everything. Like about the cleaning, I tried to compromise by saying that I'll work and go to school less so I can spend more time cleaning, but I need him to try to maintain because I don't want end up a full time maid! But no compromise on his end. He still stick w/ his reasoning that he doesnt' have time to even remember to flush the toilet, how can i expect him to maintain cleanliness. I think it all comes down to him not WANTING to clean, so he gives a bunch of excuses, not even TRYING to compromise.
And while we argue, he gets so busy defending himself, he doesn't consider what I tell him. Anything I say, the first thing he does is to throw it back at him w/ an arguement, no matter I'm right or wrong. No time to remember to flush the toilet?? How ridiculous is that?!?!?!
How can I live w/ a man like that????????
I've only been back for a week and I already feel a huge balloon blowing up in my chest. I can't sleep at night and my neck and shoulders are so tense! I'm grinding my teeth so much that they hurt! What should I do? I think when I move back in Jan. we need to see a counselor twice a week. It's an emergency now.
1. Financial. It all starts when Allen wants to get this $1600 laptop. I made a fuss about it, I mean com'on, $1600 is a lot of money! Besides, he already has a laptop that's working fine. And then I ordered a dessert. Allen made a fuss about that, ooo spending money on dessert... nooo!! I feel like he can spend money on anything he wants, but when I spend money, he gets all upset!
2. The house. Our house has been under construction for a year. It's all torn up. We've spent the whole time using the bathroom w/o a wall! and lights! The backyard is a mess, and so is the 1/2 way done garage conversion (it's now piled up w/ Allen's junk). Allen always says he'll do it when he has time, but it seems like he never has time for anything.
3. Cleaning. When I came home this week (and last time) the house looks like it's gone through hurricane. I mean it's FILTHY!!! But I got to cleaning it right away, and it would take me a week to clean the whole house! But then Allen continues to mess it up, leaving dirty clothes/socks everywhere, not flushing the toilet, dirty dishes, etc etc. By the time I finish cleaning the bedroom, the living room is a mess. It seems like he doesn't know how to put things up. Like mail for example, he would just leave them anywhere he was standing, and I asked him where it should go, he says "I don't know." He doesn't know to sort out the junk to throw away and keep the bills in the drawer! I mean it's his own house for Christ sake! It's like if he leaves something on the table, it would magically put itself in where it belongs! (of course that's me doing the work behind him!) I talked to him about it. I know he's "busy" and doesn't "have time" to clean up, so I made him a deal, I'll do the cleaning, but he needs to maintain, since he's messing up faster than I can clean! All he needs to do is put his shoes up where it belongs after work, put dirty clothes/socks in the laundry basket after he takes them off, flush the toilet after he pees, put the dishes in the sink and soak them after he eats. And I'll do the rest. I mean he's not even spending time to clean up, just naturally putting things where they belong after he's done w/ them. But he says he's already doing his best and can't do any better about it. Then what am I suppose to do??? It's sooooooo frustrating!!! I tried to negotiate w/ him, finding a compromise, but it's his way or no way!! He even said he doesn't "have time" to remember to do any of that! How can someone not have time to "remember" to do things? If he tries harder, he can remember. When he leaves things around, it makes me feel that I need to clean up after him. I really don't like doing that. He said if he were to put everything up, then there'll be nothing for me to clean. That really pisses me off.
4. Time. Allen always says "I'll do it when I have time." The fact is that he never has time for ANYTHING! He keeps saying that the house will be done in no time, but it's been a year! He says he has no time to clean up! He says he works too much and he has school. Well, for me, I was working 3 part time jobs, taking 4 grad classes (3 being full time student) and doing all the cleaning/cooking in the house! How did I manage? Well, I tell myself that I have to do them because they are my responsibilities. If he really doesn't have time to clean up after himself or fix up the house, then he's working more than he can handle!! But he even has time to volunteer???!?!??? WTF! What about the house? The time he spends volunteering, he can be fixing up the house!? Okay, so he doesn't want to fix the house, then hire someone to! But he doesn't want to spend the money to do that! So the house has been sitting like that for a year!
AND I just found out that he has no vacation in his new job. That means we won't be going on a vacation this year. It makes me wonder what's more important to him, family or work? or... himself?
5. Compromise/Arguing. Allen and I argue a lot. Mostly for the things above. Hey, you'd think we'd solve it by now, but no. Because Allen never sees mistake in himself. Whenever I bring up a problem, very careful not to sound like I'm blaming him (because I'm not, just trying to solve a problem) his first (and only) reaction is to defend himself by coming up w/ excuses for everything. Like about the cleaning, I tried to compromise by saying that I'll work and go to school less so I can spend more time cleaning, but I need him to try to maintain because I don't want end up a full time maid! But no compromise on his end. He still stick w/ his reasoning that he doesnt' have time to even remember to flush the toilet, how can i expect him to maintain cleanliness. I think it all comes down to him not WANTING to clean, so he gives a bunch of excuses, not even TRYING to compromise.
And while we argue, he gets so busy defending himself, he doesn't consider what I tell him. Anything I say, the first thing he does is to throw it back at him w/ an arguement, no matter I'm right or wrong. No time to remember to flush the toilet?? How ridiculous is that?!?!?!
How can I live w/ a man like that????????
I've only been back for a week and I already feel a huge balloon blowing up in my chest. I can't sleep at night and my neck and shoulders are so tense! I'm grinding my teeth so much that they hurt! What should I do? I think when I move back in Jan. we need to see a counselor twice a week. It's an emergency now.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Homeless person
I went back to Richardson this weekend on greyhound.
At the Bryan bus station, we saw a homeless guy who use to hang around my mom's gas station and he was getting on the same bus I was on.
Anyway, so when the bus came, I got on, and the homeless guy got on too after me... MAN HE SMELLS! I've never smelled anything that bad before... He smelled sour!
I feel sorry for the people who had to sit by him in the back...
At the Bryan bus station, we saw a homeless guy who use to hang around my mom's gas station and he was getting on the same bus I was on.
Anyway, so when the bus came, I got on, and the homeless guy got on too after me... MAN HE SMELLS! I've never smelled anything that bad before... He smelled sour!
I feel sorry for the people who had to sit by him in the back...
Friday, August 25, 2006
Marriage
1. Marriage is not a word. It's a sentence (a life sentence).
2. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind.
3. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor's Degree and the woman gets her masters
4. Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.
5. Married life is full of excitement and frustration: In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBORS listen.
6. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, and when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that instead
7. Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad? Father: I don't know son, I'm still paying for it
8. Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China, a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her. Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!
9. Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.
10. They say that when a man holds a woman's hand before marriage, it is love; after marriage it is self-defense.
11. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.
12. Eighty percent of married man cheat in America, the rest cheat in Europe.
13. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin. They just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
14. Before marriage, a man 'yearns' for the woman he loves. After the marriage the "Y" becomes silent.
15. It's not true that married men live longer than single men, it only seems longer.
16. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing - either the car is new or the wife is.
2. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind.
3. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor's Degree and the woman gets her masters
4. Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.
5. Married life is full of excitement and frustration: In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBORS listen.
6. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, and when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that instead
7. Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad? Father: I don't know son, I'm still paying for it
8. Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China, a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her. Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!
9. Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.
10. They say that when a man holds a woman's hand before marriage, it is love; after marriage it is self-defense.
11. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.
12. Eighty percent of married man cheat in America, the rest cheat in Europe.
13. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin. They just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
14. Before marriage, a man 'yearns' for the woman he loves. After the marriage the "Y" becomes silent.
15. It's not true that married men live longer than single men, it only seems longer.
16. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing - either the car is new or the wife is.
Shee Gua!!
Yesterday, I experienced "parenthood".
When I came home yesterday, I found my sandals on my bed, which means Shee Gua had been chewing on them. He has that habit. So to punish him, I spanked him with the sandals a few times to make sure he learns that those aren't for chewing.
Then I found that when I spanked him, he bit his mouth, and I saw a little blood on his lips. I almost cried. I feel sooooo bad and I now realize why some parents cry when they had to hit their kids. I won't spank Shee Gua ever again!!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Cancer Strikes Again
It's been 5 or 6 years since my mom had cancer/chemotherapy. This April, she said that her abdominant area started to hurt so she went to her family doctor and her cancer doctor. They did a few tests on her liver, stomache, etc and found that all those were fine.
She went back to the cancer doctor again in May saying that she's not fine and it hurt really bad. The cancer doc promised her that she had no cancer and told her to go to her family doctor again. She did. They tested her again, no problem. And she went home thinking that it could be a muscle cram.
Beginning of this month, she was hurting so bad she couldn't sleep. She went back to the family doctor again. They tested her again saying that she might have galbladder stone. Nope nothing. Took an X-ray, and the doc said it looked completely fine. She went to the cancer doctor again, and this time they did a CT scan (FINALLY!).
The results came back the next day and it showed that she has a 6 cm tumor between her heart and stomache under her ribs.
She got the phone call, and she cried.
The family doc should have seen it on the X-ray. The cancer doc shouldn't have waited so long to do a CT scan and even promised her that she had no cancer.
So she is switching hospital to MD Anderson in Houston. She spent the week driving back and forth to houston for check-ups. The result will be out Tuesday. if the tumor is benign, she may be going through surgery to remove it, which the surgent would have to remove 1/2 of one of her lungs.
If the tumor is malignant, she might be going thru surgery or straight into chemotherapy with radiation, which would very extremely painful for her.
If the doctors had been more careful and found the tumor earlier, radiation could have taken care of it. And because of this, we may be suing the doctors.
Please pray for my mom.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
臥春
鄉音濃重的國文老師，為學生們朗讀一首題為「臥春」的陸游古詩，
要大家聽寫在筆記本上：
《臥春》
暗梅幽聞花，
臥枝傷恨底，
遙聞臥似水，
易透達春綠。
岸似綠，
岸似透綠，
岸似透黛綠。
沒想到，有一位同學的筆記本裡竟是這樣寫的：
《我蠢》
俺沒有文化，
我智商很低，
要問我是誰，
一頭大蠢驢。
俺是驢，
俺是頭驢，
俺是頭呆驢。
要大家聽寫在筆記本上：
《臥春》
暗梅幽聞花，
臥枝傷恨底，
遙聞臥似水，
易透達春綠。
岸似綠，
岸似透綠，
岸似透黛綠。
沒想到，有一位同學的筆記本裡竟是這樣寫的：
《我蠢》
俺沒有文化，
我智商很低，
要問我是誰，
一頭大蠢驢。
俺是驢，
俺是頭驢，
俺是頭呆驢。
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
HAHA
This guy goes up to a bar located at the top of the Empire State Building in New York. It looks like a nice place, and he takes a seat at the bar.
"This is a nice place. I've never been here before," he says to the guy next to him.
"Oh, really?" the other replies. "It is a nice place. It's also a very special bar."
"Why is that?" the first guy asks. "Well, do you see that painting on the far wall? That's an original Van Gogh, and this stool I'm sitting on was on the Titanic."
"Gee, that's amazing!" says the first guy.
"Not only that, but you see that window over there, fourth from the right? Well, the wind does strange things outside that window. If you jump out you'll fall about 50 feet before the wind catches you and you're pushed back up."
"No way! That's impossible," the guy scoffs.
"Not at all. Take a look," the other man replies, and with that he walks over to the window and opens it. He climbs over the sill and falls out. He drops 10... 20... 30... 40...50 feet, comes to a stop, and whoosh -- he comes right back up and sails back through the window. "See? It's fun. You should try it," he says.
"Try it? I don't even believe I saw it!" the first man shouts.
"It's easy. Watch, I'll do it again." And with that, he falls out the window again. He drops 10... 20... 30... 40... 50 feet, comes to a stop, and whoosh -- he comes right back up and sails back through the window. "Give it a try. It's a blast," he says.
"Well, what the heck, I'll give it a try," the first man says, and proceeds to fall out the window. He falls 10... 20... 30... 40... 50...60...70...80...90... 100 feet and splat -- he ends up as road pizza on the sidewalk.
After watching this, the second guy casually closes the window, heads back to the bar and orders a drink. The bartender arrives with the drink and says, "You know, Superman, you're a real jerk when you're drunk."
"This is a nice place. I've never been here before," he says to the guy next to him.
"Oh, really?" the other replies. "It is a nice place. It's also a very special bar."
"Why is that?" the first guy asks. "Well, do you see that painting on the far wall? That's an original Van Gogh, and this stool I'm sitting on was on the Titanic."
"Gee, that's amazing!" says the first guy.
"Not only that, but you see that window over there, fourth from the right? Well, the wind does strange things outside that window. If you jump out you'll fall about 50 feet before the wind catches you and you're pushed back up."
"No way! That's impossible," the guy scoffs.
"Not at all. Take a look," the other man replies, and with that he walks over to the window and opens it. He climbs over the sill and falls out. He drops 10... 20... 30... 40...50 feet, comes to a stop, and whoosh -- he comes right back up and sails back through the window. "See? It's fun. You should try it," he says.
"Try it? I don't even believe I saw it!" the first man shouts.
"It's easy. Watch, I'll do it again." And with that, he falls out the window again. He drops 10... 20... 30... 40... 50 feet, comes to a stop, and whoosh -- he comes right back up and sails back through the window. "Give it a try. It's a blast," he says.
"Well, what the heck, I'll give it a try," the first man says, and proceeds to fall out the window. He falls 10... 20... 30... 40... 50...60...70...80...90... 100 feet and splat -- he ends up as road pizza on the sidewalk.
After watching this, the second guy casually closes the window, heads back to the bar and orders a drink. The bartender arrives with the drink and says, "You know, Superman, you're a real jerk when you're drunk."
A Twist in the Proverbs!
Strike while the .........insect is close.
Never underestimate the power of............ants.
Don't bite the hand that....................looks dirty.
Better to be safe than................punch a grade 7 boy.
If you lie down with dogs, you'll.......stink in the morning.
It's always darkest before............DaylightSaving Time.
You can lead a horse to water but...........how?
No news is..................................impossible.
A miss is as good as a......................Mr.
You can't teach an old dog new..............maths.
Love all, trust.............................me.
The pen is mightier than the................pigs.
An idle mind is.....................the best way to relax.
Where there's smoke there's.................pollution.
Happy the bride who...............gets all the presents.
A penny saved is............................not much.
Two's company, three's.....................the Musketeers.
Don't put off till tomorrow what....you put on to go to bed.
Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and..........you have to blow your nose.
There are none so blind as..................Stevie Wonder.
Children should be seen and not.............smacked or grounded.
If at first you don't succeed...............get new batteries.
You get out of something only what you......see in the picture on the box.
When the blind leadeth the blind........get out of the way.
Better late than............................pregnant
Never underestimate the power of............ants.
Don't bite the hand that....................looks dirty.
Better to be safe than................punch a grade 7 boy.
If you lie down with dogs, you'll.......stink in the morning.
It's always darkest before............DaylightSaving Time.
You can lead a horse to water but...........how?
No news is..................................impossible.
A miss is as good as a......................Mr.
You can't teach an old dog new..............maths.
Love all, trust.............................me.
The pen is mightier than the................pigs.
An idle mind is.....................the best way to relax.
Where there's smoke there's.................pollution.
Happy the bride who...............gets all the presents.
A penny saved is............................not much.
Two's company, three's.....................the Musketeers.
Don't put off till tomorrow what....you put on to go to bed.
Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and..........you have to blow your nose.
There are none so blind as..................Stevie Wonder.
Children should be seen and not.............smacked or grounded.
If at first you don't succeed...............get new batteries.
You get out of something only what you......see in the picture on the box.
When the blind leadeth the blind........get out of the way.
Better late than............................pregnant
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Man gets the pain
A married couple ran to the hospital because the wife was having her baby.
The doctor told them, "I have a new machine that takes some of the pain away from the mother and gives it to the father."
So the married couple decided that they would try this.
The doctor put the machine on the husband at 10%.
The husband said "I feel okay. Turn it up more!"
So the doctor turned it up to 50%.
The husband said, "Put it to 100% because I don’t feel anything."
But the doctor warned them, “It could kill you if you’re not prepared"
The husband replied, "I am ready!"
So the doctor turned the machine up to 100%.
The husband didn’t feel a thing and they went home happy.
When they got home, the mailman was dead in front of their house!
The doctor told them, "I have a new machine that takes some of the pain away from the mother and gives it to the father."
So the married couple decided that they would try this.
The doctor put the machine on the husband at 10%.
The husband said "I feel okay. Turn it up more!"
So the doctor turned it up to 50%.
The husband said, "Put it to 100% because I don’t feel anything."
But the doctor warned them, “It could kill you if you’re not prepared"
The husband replied, "I am ready!"
So the doctor turned the machine up to 100%.
The husband didn’t feel a thing and they went home happy.
When they got home, the mailman was dead in front of their house!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Man and Woman
A man was sick and tired of going to work every day
while his wife stayed at home. He wanted her to see
what he went through each day, so he prayed :-
"Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in 8 hours
of hard work, while my wife merely stays at home. I
want her to know what I go through, so please create a
trade in our bodies". God, in His infinite wisdom,
granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a
woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate,
awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed
them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to
school, came home ..... picked up the dry cleaning,
took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to
draw money to pay the electricity and telephone bills.
He drove to the electricity company and the phone
company and paid the bills, went grocery shopping,
came home and put away the groceries. He cleaned the
cat's litter box and bathed the dog. By then it was
already 1:00 pm, so he hurried to make the beds, do
the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the
kitchen floor.
He rushed to the school to pick up the kids and got
into an argument with them on the way home which he
had to sort out in a gentle 'motherly' fashion. He set
out cookies and milk and got the kids organised to do
their homework, then set up the ironing board and was
able to watch a bit of TV while he did the ironing. By
then it was 4:30 pm, so he began peeling potatoes and
washed greens for salads. He prepared the chops and
fresh vegetables and got everything ready in time for
an early dinner.
After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the
dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put
them to bed. At 9:00 pm he was exhausted and although
his chores weren't finished for the day, he went to
bed where he was expected to make love, which he
managed to get through without complaining. The next
morning he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and
said :-
"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so
wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all
day. Please, O please, let us trade back!" The Lord,
in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you
have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change
things back to the way they were. You'll just have to
wait 9 months though, because you got pregnant last
night!!!"
while his wife stayed at home. He wanted her to see
what he went through each day, so he prayed :-
"Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in 8 hours
of hard work, while my wife merely stays at home. I
want her to know what I go through, so please create a
trade in our bodies". God, in His infinite wisdom,
granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a
woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate,
awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed
them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to
school, came home ..... picked up the dry cleaning,
took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to
draw money to pay the electricity and telephone bills.
He drove to the electricity company and the phone
company and paid the bills, went grocery shopping,
came home and put away the groceries. He cleaned the
cat's litter box and bathed the dog. By then it was
already 1:00 pm, so he hurried to make the beds, do
the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the
kitchen floor.
He rushed to the school to pick up the kids and got
into an argument with them on the way home which he
had to sort out in a gentle 'motherly' fashion. He set
out cookies and milk and got the kids organised to do
their homework, then set up the ironing board and was
able to watch a bit of TV while he did the ironing. By
then it was 4:30 pm, so he began peeling potatoes and
washed greens for salads. He prepared the chops and
fresh vegetables and got everything ready in time for
an early dinner.
After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the
dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put
them to bed. At 9:00 pm he was exhausted and although
his chores weren't finished for the day, he went to
bed where he was expected to make love, which he
managed to get through without complaining. The next
morning he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and
said :-
"Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so
wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all
day. Please, O please, let us trade back!" The Lord,
in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you
have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change
things back to the way they were. You'll just have to
wait 9 months though, because you got pregnant last
night!!!"
seeing eye dog
There were two buddies, one with a Doberman Pinscher and the other with a Chihuahua. The guy with the Doberman Pinscher says to his friend, "Let's go over to that restaurant and get something to eat."
The guy with the Chihuahua says, "We can't go in there. We've got dogs with us."
The buddy with the Doberman Pinscher says, "Just follow my lead."
They walk over to the restaurant, the guy with the Doberman Pinscher puts on a pair of dark glasses and he starts to walk in. The bouncer at the door says, "Sorry, mac, no pets allowed."
The man with the Doberman Pinscher says, "You don't understand. This is my seeing-eye-dog."
The bouncer says, "A Doberman Pinscher?"
He answers, "Yes, they're using them now; they're very good and protect me from robbers, too."
The man at the door says, "Come on in."
The buddy with the Chihuahua figures, "What the heck," so he puts on a pair of dark glasses and starts to walk in.
Once again the bouncer says, "Sorry, pal, no pets allowed."
The guy with the Chihuahua says, "You don't understand. This is my seeing-eye dog."
The bouncer at the door says, "A Chihuahua?"
The man with the Chihuahua says, "A Chihuahua?????? They gave me a Chihuahua?!"
The guy with the Chihuahua says, "We can't go in there. We've got dogs with us."
The buddy with the Doberman Pinscher says, "Just follow my lead."
They walk over to the restaurant, the guy with the Doberman Pinscher puts on a pair of dark glasses and he starts to walk in. The bouncer at the door says, "Sorry, mac, no pets allowed."
The man with the Doberman Pinscher says, "You don't understand. This is my seeing-eye-dog."
The bouncer says, "A Doberman Pinscher?"
He answers, "Yes, they're using them now; they're very good and protect me from robbers, too."
The man at the door says, "Come on in."
The buddy with the Chihuahua figures, "What the heck," so he puts on a pair of dark glasses and starts to walk in.
Once again the bouncer says, "Sorry, pal, no pets allowed."
The guy with the Chihuahua says, "You don't understand. This is my seeing-eye dog."
The bouncer at the door says, "A Chihuahua?"
The man with the Chihuahua says, "A Chihuahua?????? They gave me a Chihuahua?!"
I'd love to be 8 again
A man asked his wife what she'd like for her birthday. "I'd love to
be eight again." she replied. On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her off to the local theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, every thing there was. Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. Right away, they journeyed to a McDonald's where her loving husband ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate shake. Then it was off to the movies: the latest Star Wars epic, a hot dog, popcorn, all the Coke she could drink, and her favorite lolly and M&M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his precious wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, Well, Dear, what was it like being eight again?" Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. "I meant my dress size!!!!!!!
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he's gonna get
it wrong.
be eight again." she replied. On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her off to the local theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, every thing there was. Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. Right away, they journeyed to a McDonald's where her loving husband ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate shake. Then it was off to the movies: the latest Star Wars epic, a hot dog, popcorn, all the Coke she could drink, and her favorite lolly and M&M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his precious wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, Well, Dear, what was it like being eight again?" Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. "I meant my dress size!!!!!!!
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he's gonna get
it wrong.
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