Babies are people, too. But we can't expect them to be adults. The adults have to be the bigger people. Danny tries so hard to win babies' hearts, and then he gets so devastated when his affections aren't returned by little ones. And why shouldn't he? He treated the baby as a person, and when the baby didn't treat him with courtesy or respect or even acknowledge his presence, we tend to justify the babies' actions because "they're babies." And we as adults are expected to pick up the pieces of our hearts and move on when a child ignores our hellos and gestures of affection. The other day Ashley just stared at Danny and gave him a weird look when he said enthusiastically, "Hello!" I think she thinks he's kind of freaky. But the man tries so hard. Every time he sees her, he tries. He theorized that maybe kids don't respond to him because he's not physical enough with them. So at the end of the visit, he picked up Ashley and swung her up and down while she said, "Boing!" She loved it, and started liking him more. When he stopped, she said what any other child would say in that situation... "Again!" And of course by this time, Danny was tired, so he stopped. That was the end of her affections, and now I'm sure it'll be back to weird stares.

Wow, I have only six more weeks of school left. I started planning what my summer schedule would be, and already I'm busy as a bee. I'm always complaining that I never get enough sleep or rest, but then at the same time I'm always signing up for this and that, and making myself tired. These are all the things I want to do during my summer break: take Chinese class, tutor, exercise at 24 hour fitness, travel to DC, New York, and Korea, organize pictures, read books with Asian American themes, watch DVDs, go to three weddings, and swim. I can just see my non-teacher friends with other professional jobs cringe at this list of options I have for the summer. Actually, I can see my lawyer friends who are hating it at their jobs cringe when I mention my dilemma of how to spend a long vacation. Actually, I can see Danny cringing at this list. He's thinking, "Where am I in the list? Where is 'attend to all of Danny's needs' on the list?" :) Of course it's in there! You just have to look carefully. Read between the lines.

Anyways, my sister-in-law had a baby! I'm not ready to have kids. I think. The reason is that I think if I can't even take care of myself, how can I take care of a child? But I know all things are possible. I mean, I got married without knowing how to take care of Danny. And I still don't know, but I'm learning as I go. Who really knows how to be a good wife and a good mother from the get-go? Give me her number and let me call her up so we can chat.

I'm reading Purpose-Driven Life and learned that in all things we should do it for the glory of God. I've learned it before, but I'm learning it again. When I attend a Sunday worship service, I sometimes think about what I can get out of it, and if I didn't get anything out of it, I think man, I should have just stayed home. But the book was saying that we worship to benefit God. To glorify God. We attend Sunday service to glorify God. Not to get something out of it. I mean, it's a nice side effect, but it's not the primary reason. That's so deep. I live my life so selfishly that I'm having a hard time grasping this concept.

Alas, my metabolism has slowed down much since high school and college. I keep remembering the time when Christina, Patty, and I were at Kenneth Cole in Las Vegas, and we decided to share one dressing room for the three of us. I think most of us think we're smaller than we really are, so we got this shirt to try on in an extra small. It's one of those tight-fitting tops that you can where to a New Year's party, and it has a zipper on the side so you can wear it easily. However, we all had trouble getting the darn top on, and the two of us had to physically help the one person who was trying her hand at the extra small top. At one point, as we were trying to shove a head and two arms into the proper place, one of us gave up and yelled "Abort! Abort!" because it was clearly a failing mission. Ah. Good times. Our sides were hurting from the pain of laughter. I think you had to be there in order to understand how funny it was, and in order to laugh along with me as I tell this story.

Anyways, my point is, my body is not sixteen years old anymore. Nor is it twenty. Nor 25. Nay, it is now 26. I have to debate with myself now before I consume a Haagen Dazs ice cream bar. Oh well. And I most certainly choose to eat it every time. So much for self-control. Late twenties. Bring it on.







Here's me eating a crepe in Paris. Jambon and fromage (ham and cheese, I forgot the French word for "and"). A crepe in Paris is truly a wonderful experience.

This is a test.



Let's see if I remembered Susan's directions correctly. Woohoo! Thank you Susan Park. This picture is from last summer. It was our smallgroup when John was leading. I'm the one who's trying to be surprised and fobby all at the same time.

Went to Paris and London for spring break. Notre Dame was amazing. Westminster Abbey was fascinating. I wish I could just load up pictures like everyone else does. I know a little how to do it, but I know that Danny has his way of doing things, and I don't want to mess it up. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to use Canon or Photoshop, and how I should label them. I can't even differentiate between the multiple drives our computer has. In fact, I can't even find the dang pictures that we've stored somewhere on this computer that Eric Mao has built for us (by the way, a fabulous machine).

And how does Susan post up pictures on her blogger site?? How do you do it, Susan? You're some kind of wonderwoman.

I need to be a little more independent and find out how to do things on my own. I think being married, I've been relying too much on Danny to take care of everything. Especially since he's knowledgeable about computers, I thought just let him take care of everything. It would be wiser and more efficient. Relying on each other and co-dependency is necessary and good, but you take it to the extreme and ya can't even put up pictures by yourself! Gr. Anyone want to teach me?

Anyways, I think I took great pictures of various churches in Paris and London. I love how the sepia turns out when I use old churches as my subject. I would love to take my mom there someday. She would love it too. She's already hinting that she's never gone, and that her 60th birthday is coming up in a few years, and how nice it would be to travel through Europe...

I don't know how to take care of myself. Growing up, I always expected my mom to take care of me, which she always did. As an adult, I now rely on my husband to take care of me. And he does it so well. But I'm sick of being sick. I have such a weak body. I hate it. Whenever I get sick, I start coughing like a mad woman. I've had this ever since I was a young child. My mom claims it's because she was coughing like a mad woman during the time of my birth, one cold January night back in 1978. Whatever it is, it's very annoying. I think I wrote about this before, but I sometimes lose control of my bladder when coughing. Not total control, but just a little. I have to concentrate real hard. So that means when I'm coughing and walking at the same time, I have to stop walking. It's like chewing gum and walking at the same time. Impossible to do.

I already missed one day of school, which I hate doing. And, today I missed an all-day rehearsal of the school play. :( I just want to get better and be healthy.