Update on the Chinese email

I wrote the dude back and asked him to reply in English...his response:

"Sorry I sent reply to wrong email."

So maybe he really WAS talking about the Wu black dragon.

And it's a relief to know my name has not been changed to Wang Xia. :)

Bi-lingual?

I love it when I get emails like this:

王霞，

可能是里面用了中文，你找吴青龙拿到原文，都改成英文，然后在做成ＰＤＦ文件。他哪里有字体的具体要求

张延庆

This is a response I got to an email I sent to this gentleman.

If anyone reads Chinese, please feel free to translate. Meanwhile, I'm going to get my Chinese dictionary and start looking up characters...

Crooked Crooks

*steps up onto soap box*

I love hearing about stupid crooks. But when a crook turns out to be an imbecile, my blood boils. I heard on the radio yesterday about this crook who went into an AutoZone to rob them. He held the clerks at gunpoint and demanded all of their money. The point came where the clerks were able to wrestle the gun free and apparently starting beating the crook up while one of the clerks called 911. After all was said and done, the crook came back with a lawsuit against AutoZone for beating him up and putting him in emotional and physical danger. WHAT THE HECK?!

The attorney who took this crook's case should be shot. That is just rediculous.

*steps off soap box*

Let's All Go to the Circus

Barnum and Bailey finally came back to T-Town, and Mike has been wanting to go for like years (okay, so I have too). So we got tickets and went Tuesday night. Other than the concession stand people robbing us of all our money and the little boy behind me that would beat me over the head with his light-up stick whenever he got excited, we had a blast!

Some of the highlights (I would have gotten more of a variety, but my camera battery died after the tigers):

This week I...

finished a suspense novel in three days.
partied like it was 1999 for Simon's 2nd birthday.
wore fun, dog party hats for said birthday.
went to my nephew's 1st birthday party (man, I partied a lot this week!).
burned like a french fry because I stayed in the swimming pool an hour and a half too long.
played a game of basketball with friends.
(let me rephrase that) ran and danced around the court to pass the time until someone accidentally threw me the ball.
failed to make a basket the entire time the game was going.
realized that playing basketball was not my calling in life.
got groceries at Wal-Mart...on a Sunday...WITH.EVERYONE.ELSE.
laughed out loud 763.5 times.
ran through the rain barefoot.
bought tickets to the circus.
changed my outfit seven times in one day.
hand stuffed 718 packets of information into envelopes.
felt sorry for the recipient that will receive the envelope with a hint of blood on it from my paper cut.

Happy Tuesday all!

Happy Birthday Simey Boy!

Today is Simon's 2nd Birthday. We are having a little get together at mom's tonight to celebrate. I got him his own beef flavored birthday cake, and finished wrapping his presents last night. He is so excited about his birthday today. :) He is equally excited about running in Grandma's big back yard and digging in the dirt...

Happy Birthday Pooh Bear!!


P.S. Happy Half-Birthday, Cheri'!! :)

Way back when...

First of all, thank you to my big sister for sending me this very dated picture. I know she will be mad at me for posting this, but it is too classic to avoid it. This picture is cool on so many levels. Let me point out a few of the obvious:
1) The very blue and green 70s table cloth.
2) Dad's very big "Chips" sunglasses, which he still wears (some things never change).
3) Mine and my sister's very stylish doo's. (All of that credit goes to my mom-thanks Mom.)

With all good memories, also come the bad. As I recall, it was here (well, at the playground to the left just beyond the photograph) that I lost my very first and only imaginary friend, Angel. She died from lightening that struck her. My mom wouldn't let me save her because it was storming too bad and I had to go inside. I am, of course, not bitter about this...after all, she was only an imaginary friend.

Oh the joys of being a Preacher's Kid, where the closest playground was in walking distance, and the ride to school was in the church bus...or van, whichever was more embarrassing for a 7th grader.