She said, she said

I talked to my mom last night. Yes. TALKED! I called my dad apparently right after the doctor has left. My mom was being moved from the nursing home–for Bangkokians, that’s a semi-hospital specialized in older folks–to local hospital where mom has been receiving cancer treatment. The doctors are extremely happy with her progress. She’s adjusted quite well and therapy is working wonderfully. Dad said he’d put her on the phone really quick. Mom can talk but keep in mind that her left side isn’t moving with her. So it comes out a little slurry and mumbly. But that was...
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Morning Becomes Eclectic

4 things that happened before 12 noon today. Emotion roller coaster ride from start to finish. #1 – “Diddeedeeeee” Moment Talking into a cell phone does not make your conversation private. In a bus full of practically strangers, this girl made her purchasing transaction over her cell phone. Here we were, the passengers in the front of the bus who heard her address, phone number, credit card number and expiration date clear as day. Um. Duh. #2 – “Goooooal” Moment Having arrived at work at 7:30 a.m., I called my dad. He was watching the Argentina v.s. Serbia & Montenegro...
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Infectious

My football fever is. Apparently, my enthusiasm for it gets a few folks in the office to follow suit. Fortunately, the 21:00 game is on at 12 noon US time. And our little office TV that could does pick up Channel 10, a Spanish channel, loud and clear in the lunch room. Like today, I’d timed my lunch so that I’d get my food and be back to lunch room for the remainder of the second half. So, a few coworkers join me in watching the game. And wouldn’t you know it, the next time Brazil approaches the goal or...
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Goooooooal!

Yes, I’m watching the World Cup. Shut up. No I don’t follow to know who’s who and what not. I’m a football fan once every 2 years, folks. The World Cup and the Olympics. And yes, I’m calling it FOOTBALL, not soccer. So, nyah. 😛 So, GO BRAZIL! I have been rooting for Brazil since before I even remember so that tradition will continue. And, GO ITALY! You have some hotties on your team. So, go team!...
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Long Live the King

When I was in kindergarten, the King was hospitalized for something. A flu, maybe. Anyway, I thought it was a good idea to write him a get well note. My note said something along the line of, “Dear sir, please get well soon. The country needs you. Please be good and take the medicine that the Queen gives you. When you’re well, I’ll come play the piano for you if you’d like.” Pretty much my mom knew a lady who worked in the palace, and that was how my letter got delivered. Or something like that. Sometime later, someone from...
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