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I woke up early this
morning and snuck out to enjoy some rare peace and quiet and read the
paper.  A few minutes later, out comes Toshi.  So, picture
this … I’m sitting on the couch with the paper spread in front of me,
engrossed in an article.  Toshi’s question to me?  “What are
you doing?”  My response?  “I’m jumping rope.”  Sheesh
… what does it look like I’m doing? 

He then proceeds to get on the computer and start playing the Walk the
Line soundtrack.  Ok … no biggee.  I actually like the
soundtrack.  But then he only plays about 30 seconds of each
song.  Just when you’re getting into it, it’s apparently gotten
old to him already and we’re on to the next number.  We then
proceeded in rapid succession  through Abba, the Beegees, and
Grease.  At which point I gave up on my peaceful rendevous with
the paper and got up to do some laundry.

A bit later … I’m straightening my hair because we’re going to a
birthday party tonight.  I’ve got a brush in one hand and the
blowdryer in the other.  Enter Toshi.  “What are you
doing?”  My reply … “I’m stomping grapes.”  What am I
supposed to answer to these innane questions?  It’s obvious to
anyone with half a brain what I’m doing.

And he’s asked me
what’s wrong about five times this morning.  There’s nothing to
ruin a perfectly good mood like someone badgering me about what’s wrong
when there’s absolutely nothing wrong.  One of these inquiries
came after I very cheerfully remarked that we’re going to have a yummy
lunch today because we have leftovers from our Chinatown adventure last
night.  “What’s wrong?”    Huh?  That was it … I snapped.  “Are you trying
to be annoying or does it just come naturally?”  Of course then he
feels validated because obviously  I am grumpy about something.

So now, in the true spirit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, there is something wrong.  I am totally at the end of my patience.  Argh!

Quote of the day:


The first time you buy a house you see how pretty the paint is and buy
it.  The second time you look to see if the basement has termites. 
It’s the same with men.  ~Lupe Velez

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  3. all true…i was laying there on the bed actually kinda sad thinking  ok so you are alone you gotta just keep going…and that knock came…i actually had to call my friend in boston later and say..what do you think cause i am so bad reading guys…do you tink he likes me..? lol she says hmmmm duh …yeh i think so…and yeh chinese guys dont hug….lol i said yeh i dont think so …but wanted to make sure..lol…so i guess i am ordering out ….!

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  5. Maybe I’m just to weird to get this but I don’t see it the way you guys are. I automatically think when those dumb questions pop out that he knows exactly what I’m doing so that must be guy code for What are you thinking? And when he asks what’s wrong when there is obviously nothing wrong I think its guy code for there’s nothing wrong with you, but can we talk about what’s wrong with me? What’s weighing on my mind?But the music thing, that’s no code that’s just irritating. Except I wouldn’t have gone and done laundry. Uh uh, no way. I would have yelled into the house…Are you looking for a particular song or are you deliberately cutting off each one just when it gets going?Of course culturally I know nothing about Asian men and truth to tell I know nothing about most men except my own. So you can ignore me now, because for all I know he may have been timing you to see how long before you exploded.

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  6. I relish the time I have without my kids during the day because I just need it to refresh myself.  It wouldn’t be so bad if we hadn’t had so much downtime at the beginning of the year.  They cut a lot of our specials teachers about 2 months in and we went from 2 planning periods a day with no meetings to one planning period a day with 3 days a week devoted to meetings.  Grrr.  Oh well, I love what I do and I make the best of it  :o)

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