It's not as boring as it sounds. Fran is Alexis's fish. It's a Betta fish. Is it a better fish? I don't know. The only fish I have knowledge of are delicious.
So I told Alexis that I would watch her fish but needed to keep it away from CJ because CJ is now a sushi chef. She didn't think that was funny. I thought it was hilarious.
The good thing about Fran is that she is quiet. She isn't annoying, and I don't have to change any diapers. She doesn't need a whole lot of attention either. I just have to feed her three meals. There actually is fish food made for Betta fish. I'm just making this assumption because the label on the package says Betta fish.
My life, such as it is, has been fairly boring. My blog posts have not been that exciting. My job is crazy, chaotic, and stressful, but I don't let it get to me. At least that is what my blood pressure tells me. My blood pressure is so low that I am probably almost dead.
It's good that this is a holiday weekend because there are some exciting things in store that I'll be doing. I'll be going to Tomales Bay tomorrow to eat oysters. We'll bring all our accessories and condiments to shuck and barbecue or eat raw. I need to go out and get cocktail sauce, hot sauce, lemons, and horseradish. Oysters also go great with beer or white wine. I'll bring both.
On Sunday and Monday of this holiday weekend, I am not sure what I'll be doing yet, but I'll probably go for a couple of runs, clean my house, and do some work. I have to pay my bills for sure. It's that semi-time.
Ugh, my life sounds so boring, doesn't it? Maybe I'm fish sitting because I need a Betta life! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Friday, August 30, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
My Purple Leg
I played catcher last week at our softball game. Egnyte participates in a corporate league at Twin Creeks in Sunnyvale. It's co-ed, and we don't have an extraordinary amount of females wanting to play. The rules require at least three women to play.
I like to play, though I don't particularly like to be the catcher. I should have crouched down the way professional catchers do, but it feels awkward to do that. When the batters let the ball get past them, the ball didn't always end up in my glove. Sometimes, they would hit my shin and my knee, all on my left leg. A couple of days later, my left leg turned purple. What could be better than my left leg turning into my favorite color?
I thought the purpleness would eventually go away so I could play again, but it didn't. Additionally, my ankle swelled up and turned purple. The swollen ankle had nothing to do with my softball injuries. That's another issue. Both my ankles were swollen, and I think it has to do with my unusually low blood pressure.
So I had to skip this past Thursday's game. I still went to cheer the team on and hang out for pizza and beer. Today, the swollen ankles are no more. However, the purpleness is still there and has spread down to the edge of my foot. None of the swelling or softball injuries or purpleness has caused me any pain. I have a high tolerance level.
I guess I love purple so much that these events happened to cause my leg to turn purple but with absolutely no pain. :-)
I like to play, though I don't particularly like to be the catcher. I should have crouched down the way professional catchers do, but it feels awkward to do that. When the batters let the ball get past them, the ball didn't always end up in my glove. Sometimes, they would hit my shin and my knee, all on my left leg. A couple of days later, my left leg turned purple. What could be better than my left leg turning into my favorite color?
I thought the purpleness would eventually go away so I could play again, but it didn't. Additionally, my ankle swelled up and turned purple. The swollen ankle had nothing to do with my softball injuries. That's another issue. Both my ankles were swollen, and I think it has to do with my unusually low blood pressure.
So I had to skip this past Thursday's game. I still went to cheer the team on and hang out for pizza and beer. Today, the swollen ankles are no more. However, the purpleness is still there and has spread down to the edge of my foot. None of the swelling or softball injuries or purpleness has caused me any pain. I have a high tolerance level.
I guess I love purple so much that these events happened to cause my leg to turn purple but with absolutely no pain. :-)
Saturday, August 17, 2013
The Past
I was going down memory lane with my friend Maggie the other day. We had dinner in Downtown Mountain View, and it's always a special occasion because we hardly see each other. Our lives are that busy. I've known Maggie for almost 25 years, since 1989, when I landed my first real job at Fujitsu America in San Jose.
Some of the things we reminisced about I remembered clearly. Some other things were not as clear. I wonder if I pick and choose what I remember and don't remember. I have so many years of memories that I can probably sit for days on end writing and writing.
When I visit the past with my siblings, the same thing happens. There are things I remember that they don't remember, and there are things I don't remember that they remember. Why is that possible? We grew up in the same household.
There is one thing I know for sure though regarding the past. I don't dwell on it or in it. I move on. These days, I don't even remember what I did last week. I just keep going. The past becomes trivial to me. I've lived through some tough and painful times, but I've learned from them and know not to repeat them. I really shouldn't say the past is trivial, because it is important to learn from it. But to me, after learning from it, it becomes trivial. I just simply move on.
Visiting with Maggie and the past was fun. We had a lot of laughs. It certainly reminds me of how immature I was back then, how far I've come, and how much I am now enjoying my fabulous life!
Some of the things we reminisced about I remembered clearly. Some other things were not as clear. I wonder if I pick and choose what I remember and don't remember. I have so many years of memories that I can probably sit for days on end writing and writing.
When I visit the past with my siblings, the same thing happens. There are things I remember that they don't remember, and there are things I don't remember that they remember. Why is that possible? We grew up in the same household.
There is one thing I know for sure though regarding the past. I don't dwell on it or in it. I move on. These days, I don't even remember what I did last week. I just keep going. The past becomes trivial to me. I've lived through some tough and painful times, but I've learned from them and know not to repeat them. I really shouldn't say the past is trivial, because it is important to learn from it. But to me, after learning from it, it becomes trivial. I just simply move on.
Visiting with Maggie and the past was fun. We had a lot of laughs. It certainly reminds me of how immature I was back then, how far I've come, and how much I am now enjoying my fabulous life!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Take Parenting Seriously
The incident I witnessed a few weeks ago at the CVS Store in Palo Alto still bothers me today. The young mom yelled at her crying newborn to "shut up." What kind of mom is she? Did she have a terrible childhood? Will her baby have a terrible childhood?
A person is molded by his or her experience growing up. The most impressionable times are the early years. So people need to take parenting seriously. You shouldn't procreate only to raise your child or children in a detrimental or cyclical manner.
Think about the person you are today. Then go back to your own childhood. Did you hate your childhood? Sometimes, people's bad behavior are simply dismissed with, "That's all she knew," which means she must have drawn from her life experience or childhood. I think this is true most of the time. People who abuse their children were abused themselves. It's the only world they know, and the behavior cycles and recycles. Sometimes it results in the extreme criminal behavior of murder.
But the cycle can be broken. I see, hear, and read about that at times, and it's encouraging. It takes time and sheer will to do that, I'm sure. Back in the old days, disciplining your child by yelling at them and hitting them in public was not frowned upon as much as it is today. These days, you will get arrested even if you do so in the privacy of your own home. So the laws are steering toward better parenting and child advocacy.
However, the bad behavior and bad parenting will continue. It's what makes the world go 'round. The world is made up of different walks of life. And it starts in the home. Take parenting seriously. If you are a parent today, think about how you are treating and raising your children. Guide them. Educate them. Maybe you need education yourself. Your world is not the only world. Do your kids a favor and expose them to other worlds. Behave and take parenting seriously!
A person is molded by his or her experience growing up. The most impressionable times are the early years. So people need to take parenting seriously. You shouldn't procreate only to raise your child or children in a detrimental or cyclical manner.
Think about the person you are today. Then go back to your own childhood. Did you hate your childhood? Sometimes, people's bad behavior are simply dismissed with, "That's all she knew," which means she must have drawn from her life experience or childhood. I think this is true most of the time. People who abuse their children were abused themselves. It's the only world they know, and the behavior cycles and recycles. Sometimes it results in the extreme criminal behavior of murder.
But the cycle can be broken. I see, hear, and read about that at times, and it's encouraging. It takes time and sheer will to do that, I'm sure. Back in the old days, disciplining your child by yelling at them and hitting them in public was not frowned upon as much as it is today. These days, you will get arrested even if you do so in the privacy of your own home. So the laws are steering toward better parenting and child advocacy.
However, the bad behavior and bad parenting will continue. It's what makes the world go 'round. The world is made up of different walks of life. And it starts in the home. Take parenting seriously. If you are a parent today, think about how you are treating and raising your children. Guide them. Educate them. Maybe you need education yourself. Your world is not the only world. Do your kids a favor and expose them to other worlds. Behave and take parenting seriously!
Sunday, August 4, 2013
My Favorite Ex-Boyfriend
This person made such an impact in my life that I can't forget him - my favorite ex-boyfriend. He didn't break my heart or anything like that. He's an ex because we always knew it would not be a long-term relationship. We just enjoyed each other's company. We never argued. We did lots of things together and visited lots of places together from north of the Bay to down south in Santa Cruz. San Francisco was our favorite city.
We parted ways as friends but lost touch over the years. Then I saw him on TV one day, which was a pleasant surprise. I sent him a message. He responded, and we caught up a little bit.
So why was he my favorite, besides being great company? He was very down-to-earth and honest. He was very intelligent, talented and professional. His worldliness was refreshing.
I learned that he had traveled the world as a professional drummer in a music company. He studied music theory in college in New York. He also was a professional keyboardist and had written the score for a movie. He played in a jazz band on weekends in Berkeley. Of course being in Silicon Valley, he was a technologist with business acumen. He was soon a VP of a company. If that weren't enough, he earned multiple degrees of black belts in martial arts. He owned a martial arts studio.
He sounds like a dream, right? But that's not why he's my favorite. He's unforgettable to me because he treated me with something simple -- respect. He paid me compliments with so much sincerity that I would glow. He didn't shower me with flowers and jewelry. Those close to me know I don't like those things given to me, and somehow he sensed that. Instead, he gave me advice and filled my head with knowledge. We had intelligent conversations and exchanges. He opened up my eyes to having different perspectives on matters, which helped me mature. I became a better person because of him.
Sure I've had other relationships in which I learned lessons and grew as an individual, but my favorite ex-boyfriend had the best impact on me. My most memorable time we spent together was at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, when we visited with one of his friends who was playing in a band at a concert. So around the Wharf to Wharf time, when I'm at the starting line at the Boardwalk, I think about him. He's married now, has a daughter, and is happy. I would wish nothing less for my favorite ex-boyfriend.
We parted ways as friends but lost touch over the years. Then I saw him on TV one day, which was a pleasant surprise. I sent him a message. He responded, and we caught up a little bit.
So why was he my favorite, besides being great company? He was very down-to-earth and honest. He was very intelligent, talented and professional. His worldliness was refreshing.
I learned that he had traveled the world as a professional drummer in a music company. He studied music theory in college in New York. He also was a professional keyboardist and had written the score for a movie. He played in a jazz band on weekends in Berkeley. Of course being in Silicon Valley, he was a technologist with business acumen. He was soon a VP of a company. If that weren't enough, he earned multiple degrees of black belts in martial arts. He owned a martial arts studio.
He sounds like a dream, right? But that's not why he's my favorite. He's unforgettable to me because he treated me with something simple -- respect. He paid me compliments with so much sincerity that I would glow. He didn't shower me with flowers and jewelry. Those close to me know I don't like those things given to me, and somehow he sensed that. Instead, he gave me advice and filled my head with knowledge. We had intelligent conversations and exchanges. He opened up my eyes to having different perspectives on matters, which helped me mature. I became a better person because of him.
Sure I've had other relationships in which I learned lessons and grew as an individual, but my favorite ex-boyfriend had the best impact on me. My most memorable time we spent together was at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, when we visited with one of his friends who was playing in a band at a concert. So around the Wharf to Wharf time, when I'm at the starting line at the Boardwalk, I think about him. He's married now, has a daughter, and is happy. I would wish nothing less for my favorite ex-boyfriend.
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