Friday, June 30, 2006

Medical Boo Boo

I just got off the phone with my parents. My grandma has been complaining about painful joints for some time now. For her age, it is common for their bodies to lose the capacity to make enough glucosamine. So she went to see the doc and he prescribed her some Viartril, which is basically a glucosamine supplement.
But instead of writing VIARTRIL on the prescription, he wrote VIATRIL, which is the female version of the viagra.
It would have been funny if the pharmacist really gave her some Viatril.

Oh how we laughed.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Forgetful I am

I have been so forgetful lately. I can walk into the bathroom and forget why I went in there for. Even mundane things like brushing my teeth. After I walk out of the bathroom and then I remember.. Oh yeah!! I wanted to brush my teeth!
I forget that I have clothes in the dryer.
And yesterday, I forgot that I had left the cat outside in the rain. He sulked and ignored me all morning.
But today I totally forgot that I had a doctor's appointment at 2pm!!! I got a call from the doctor's office at 3pm telling me that I had missed my appointment and I had to reschedule it for another time slot 4 weeks later! God help me if I forget it then! I had written today's appointment down in BIG LETTERS on my planner which I look at everyday. And I even remember telling Jason last night that I have a doctor's appointment today. And yet, it totally slipped my mind.
I used to be very heedful of such things. Now, I don't know what's happened to my brains. Maybe I'm getting senile. But I think the Zoloft medication is doing that to me. I have to remember to tell my doctor that. If I remember that is.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

When the parade passes by...

We drove 180 miles to Oxford this early morning for the annual St John's Day Celebration at The Masonic Home for Children. My alarm clock rang at 4.45am and we left the house at 5.30am to pick my father-in-law. Since I had volunteered to drive, I'm pretty glad we all reached Oxford in one piece since I only had 1.5 hours of sleep the night before. (Hurrah for Cruise Control)

Oxford is a neat little town of 6000 people.
We arrived there in plenty of time to catch the parade. I was gleefully excited when the band started playing and all the miniature trains, trucks and jeeps paraded down the streets of Oxford. It was fun and I felt like a little child again. The Hillbillies were funny and the remodeled vehicles were pretty ingenious. Wished we had brought Cooper and Wrenn with us. But it wouldn't have been easy for a 1 year old and a 3 year old to sit in the car for a total of 6+ hours driving time to and fro.
We had BBQ pork (North Carolina style) for lunch. (Well, actually I had chicken instead) and caught up with other family members at the festival. Then, we drove out to the countryside to visit more family. And I saw a fig tree for the first time. And lots of tobacco fields.

We drove back to Charlotte in the late afternoon. I surprised myself for being able to stay alert on the road eventhough part of me felt like a zombie. But I was even more proud of myself for driving all that distance and not getting any panic attacks. Perhaps the Zoloft is indeed working. Or perhaps I need to change jobs. Or maybe it is all just in my crazy little mind.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Sing.. Sing a song...

Have you ever woken up with a song churning in your head?

This morning, before I was fully awake, I had "Runaway Train" playing in my head. What's funny is that I have never known the full lyrics of this song. But in these early morning serenades, I always get the full lyrics. Once I am fully awake though, the lyrics start to fade and all that remains is the tune or lyrics of the chorus for the rest of the day. Yes, the "rest" of the day! I am relieved that it's "Runaway Train" today and not Kermit the Frog. Last week I had Kermit the Frog singing "It's not easy bein' green" in my head all day!
I wonder if all these songs mean something or if it's subconsciously trying to tell me something.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Guess who's coming to dinner?

Honest to God, you never know who.. or what.. will come knocking on your front door!!

This happened last week at Hilton Head, SC.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Oh we must travel

I am stealing this from my husband's blog. This is a map of all the places I've put my feet on.

create your own visited country map

And in the U.S :

create your own personalized map of the USA

Saturday, June 17, 2006

The Sausage Factory

Our kitchen turned into a sausage factory this afternoon. It's true what Jason said in his blog. You should never watch how a sausage is being made. I disobeyed the law and made the mistake of watching. Now I will have to suffer the consequences.

On the bright side, we now have 32 lbs of sausages in our freezer, which would probably last us a lifetime. Signing up for Dream Dinners will have to wait until we make room in our freezer. And the only way to make room is to eat those sausages. Gulp.

Here's the process:
(Warning!! View at your own risk. Some pictures may be unsuitable for viewing before mealtimes)

Don an apron and a chef hat. Be prepared to get all dirty.

Chop up the Boston Butt (Pork Shoulder)
Ground up the meat. Drink some german beer (with courtesy from our neighbors, R.C & Betty, who dropped by to watch)
Add spices and other secret ingredients to taste. Knead with hands.
Make little patties and fry em in the pan to get a taste. Add more spices if necessary. Here, Bert uses the empty beer bottle as a makeshift pestle and mortar to break up the star anise.
Bert gets the intestines ready.
Roll meat and drop them into the grinder, very very carefully, while holding the intestines in place. Prevent air bubbles from forming. And prevent it from bursting. Very tricky.
Cut and tie the intestines.

The proud makers of the five-foot long sausage

All ready !!

The Sausage factory is all ready and we are waiting for Jason's accomplice, Bert, to arrive anytime now.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Work smurk

I don't know why I dread going into the office so much. Actually what I dread most is the drive to work. The distance between my office and home is 25 miles, which is an approximately 45 minutes drive, sometimes 35 minutes if traffic is kind. Sometimes an hour on a really bad day. But the thought of having to drive or even just sitting in the car for that matter gives me anxiety attacks. I do not know why going to work does that to me. But as soon as I arrive at the office I'm fine. I must say that I am really thankful that my boss has allowed me to work from home for most of the week. But I foresee that luxury is going to change soon. As of this week, we now have our "weekly" departmental meetings. Today's meeting lasted 2 whole hours. And then someone suggested we should also have a"happy hour" once a week out of the office. I can happily admit that I can sometimes be an anti-social hermit but I would rather have my "happy hours" with a bunch of close friends.
I have strong homing instincts. After having to spend a good part of the day in the office, all I want to do is go home. I'd rather be home talking to my plants than having to put myself to endure someone else's happy hour.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Another weekend gone by

We didn't do much this weekend but it was a good weekend nevertheless. Philip and Selena came to stay with us and it was good catching up with them. They made their yearly pilgrimage to Carowinds and Gastonia on Friday and left home for Raleigh on Saturday evening.
On Saturday morning, we went over to our in-law's, bringing with us 3 dozen doughnuts from Krispy Kreme. Insane? Yes. We were given 2 coupons for 2 dozen doughnuts. But the cashier at KK gave us an extra box. Guess it was a "Buy Two dozen, Free One dozen" thing. I swear this time the evil doughnut did NOT speak to me.
My in-laws had a big yard sale at their place. They told us people came as early as 6.30am! Apparently these early birds are serious yard sale shoppers and they make it a weekly ritual going around neighborhoods looking for yard sales. We brought our leftover stuff from our yard sale over and my sister-in-law brought hers too. So yes, there was a lot of stuff. And a lot of people too.
The boys were there, running around, playing with their toys that were supposed to be for sale. They were entertaining as usual. And they helped us eat the doughnuts. No doubt that made them run around more.
We brought Philip and Selena to our favorite jaunt, Tin Tin Buffet, for lunch. And stuffed our faces as usual.
Then Jason and I decided to check out the swimming pool at the clubhouse. We rode our bikes there, spent about an hour in the pool, and rode home. A very relaxing way to end the Saturday. I think we will have to do this more often.
You would probably have read Jason's rant about our church-going experience on Sunday. It's a pity that ruined our experience. St. Luke's has a peaceful setting, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. Tall ceilings were constructed out of wooden beams. No pews. No kneeling. Nice band too. And the holy water sprouted out from a fountain near the entrance. They have a little courtyard and a nice corner for personal reflection.
We didn't get to go to the pool this evening because it rained. Just a slow lazy Sunday for us. I am now waiting for 4400 to come on.

Friday, June 09, 2006

The boys

My sis-in-law sent us some pics of her boys recently. Here's some of my favorites.

"Can I have a Lolly? Pretty please?"

Wrenn: "All done!"

Wednesday, June 07, 2006


Ahh my man, Keanu, tells Parade magazine that he wants to get married and have kids !
I used to have posters of him on my wall when I was a giddy headed teenager.
I must say he still looks darn good for a 41 year old!
Can't wait for The Lake House to be out on June 16th.
My poor husband will have to bear with my swooning for one night. It's chick flick time!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Of planting trees..

If you have read Jason's post, you will know we spent the entire Saturday afternoon digging holes in our yard and planting the seven crape myrtle trees. Hard work. Why? Because the ground is mainly composed of solid clay-like substance or rocks. No fun at all.
Now, anyone who knows me well enough will know I do not have green fingers. Even the cactus I tried keeping once died. Even if the tag on the plant says "Very hardy. Low maintenance", it will still die when it encounters my fateful hands.
So now I am very worried. I have been told "You have to water these crape myrtle trees everyday". I tried to tell them "I am capable of killing even cacti". And they try to tell me "Don't worry, crape myrtles are hardy trees".
I am scared of this responsibility. Very scared.
Here's how the trees look like now. I will tell you if they survive in the next few months.

We also spent the afternoon making a flower bed. I bought some packets of flower seeds from the dollar store and I am curious to find out if it will sprout. It is rather absurd to want to try having a flower bed when I know I will see dried dead flowers or plants in the next few weeks or months. And yet, the stubborness in me got the better of me. Or maybe it is hope. Maybe I will get lucky this time. Isn't this what they always say when one plays the lottery?