Dear Wifey,
I don’t consider you an enemy but we are not friends either so I wouldn’t expect you to understand. You were right when you said he didn’t lose his manhood because of what had happened… that society accepts a man’s tendency to lie, to cheat and to hit on other women while a pregnant live-in partner waits at home, but do you?
You said he could have asked you for freedom but he didn’t like it was a noble thing. The point is he was seeing me. He was going out with me. We were hitting the sack. He may have stayed by your side, but I was his side dish. You having him print his DTRMS and leaving him with 50 bucks as daily allowance obviously didn’t work.
You must wonder how this illicit affair started. It was during your QBR last August when he took my number [...]
From an e-mail from my father, sent very early this morning (yesterday evening, US time).
I’m a little sad as I type this email. Just after we got home from the movies today I got a call from Aunt Jean’s doctor. I knew she wasn’t doing well and I was expecting such a call. Aunt Jean passed away around 3:30 this afternoon and I went to the nursing home after, to kiss her goodbye.
I’m glad we all got together in May to celebrate her 100th birthday and I’m trying to focus on all the happy memories I have. Whenever I spoke to Aunt Jean she always asked about you. She was very proud of you and I am very proud of you as well. Thats all I can say for now.
Dad
I have written about Aunt Jean before. And while I may have expected this, as well, I was not [...]
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It’s been eons since I last written a blog entry.
I am not a fan of people who blogs and talks about their mundane personal life. In my opinion, most people write about their life only when they are going through break-ups or just complaining about life in general, seldom do they pen down those merry moments.
Well, everyone has different priorities in life and we should accept them of what they are. For me, I would like to pen down the things that my “iron-faced” self would never say to anyone.
Okay, let’s not procrastinate and move on.
In summary, my life has been quite blessed. Everyone either love or hate me to the core. There are only two extremes. I wonder why? Ha!
Well, I must admit that I am not the best friend you want to rely on. I am not the best listener or adviser to [...]
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July, 13th, 2008.
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En tres años, estaré en la universidad. Viviré en la dormitoridad. En el verano, saldré los Estados Unidos para Australia. Viviré con una familia muy simpática. La familia será una madre, un padre, una hija pequeña, y un hijo muy guapo. Sacaré fotos de las kanguras. Cuando el verano está terminado, rechazaré de los Estados Unidos y de la universidad. Vendré un suetér de la universidad.
En diez años, tendré un esposo y dos hijos. Mi esposo será el hombre de Australia. Seré una profesora en la primera clase.
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Just wanted to share this. I read it yesterday and it describes a lot of the ways we raise our kids in our home. Thought someone here might appreciate it too. It made me feel a little better…..not such a meany mom.
http://men.msn.com/article.aspx?cp-documentid=7881416
Lisa
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We went and had sushi tonight for Mindy’s birthday and had a great time. Happy Birthday!
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I will always remember this date: July 7. On this date in 1979, at 11:07 PM, my 62-year-old father was pronounced dead. He had had a massive heart attack a month earlier which he miraculously survived, at least initially. However, the tissue damage to the cardiac muscle was severe and it affected the electrical conductivity of the heart. About ten days after the heart attack, he started to have severe arhythmias, requiring periodic defibrillation with the “shock paddles.” While still in the hospital, he had a second heart attack and never recovered from that, dying four days later. I was only 23 at the time.
I was very close to my dad, although it was not a conventional father-daughter relationship. l don’t look back on the relationship and delude myself into thinking that what we had was an exemplary father-daughter relationship. My dad didn’t really understand what that would have consisted [...]
