ST. LOUIS IN NOVEMBER

I continue to enjoy taking photos with the not-so-new camera (Sony Cybershot 7.2 megapixels) my husband gave me last June as an 18th Wedding Anniversary. Along with the camera is 2.0 GB memory stick that would allow me to take plenty of photos. I became more aware of the world around me as I try to capture nature in meaningful ways or at least thru my own interpretation.

The above photo was taken after we ate lunch at a cafe in Central West End. CWE is located west of downtown St. Louis. The neighborhood is filled with charming sidewalk cafes, art galleries, shops and cozy pubs. The tree-line, cobblestone streets are often filled with medical students and young urban professionals from nearby hospitals and Washington University Medical Center.

I took these photos at Forest Park while my husband took photos of his T-bird nearby. I just learned that Forest Park in St. Louis is 500 acres larger than New York's Central Park. Over 12 million visitors came to enjoy the beauty and outdoor recreational activities at this park. There is a dockside restaurant or people could bring their own picnic baskets. Families with children often take part in paddling canoes.

The park is also home to the St. Louis Zoo, the Muny Opera House, St. Louis Art Museum and Missouri History Museum. The photo below needs no introduction nor explanation - T-bird at Forest Park.

WHERE HAVE ALL THE CANDY GONE?

So Halloween was over. We did not have as many kids visited. There were only a few cute kids with cute outfits. I did not care for teenagers dressing up as hippies or mobsters. At around 8:30 p.m., we decided to shut off the lights in the front porch as we did not expect anymore kids to come by. I immediately hid the candy to stop my husband from eating. The last two years, my husband has gained a lot of weigh (over 60 lbs) and he did not try very hard to curb his intake of sweet and junk food. I did what most parents would be doing after Halloween, trying to get rid of the candy the kids have collected. I brought the left over into the office.

Whenever my husband and I look at the photos on our wedding day and younger years, we would comfort ourselves by saying, "we are chubby now and we are happier". I remember when I used to tie a bandana around my waist and still making two knots at the end. Back then I used to walk ten blocks to get to a subway station to avoid the crowd when transfering from one train to another. A few Saturdays, I would go to the library at Hunter College on 68th Street, then walked to the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 86th Street. That was almost 30 city blocks. No wonder I was 50 lbs lighter compared to my current out-of-shape, never leave home without my automobile, health status.

Last week I picked up a book from the library on weight loss guide for kids by Dr. Susan S. Bartell. At first I thought I would read the book and pass the information on to my brother VL. The books provided suggestions such as controlling the amount of time your child spend on viewing television, no snacking while watching TV, keeping a watchful eye on food (lunch) served at school, the vending machine and unhealthy snacks. Other suggestions include exercise and physical activities that would be interesting, better yet, making it fun and involving the whole family. Something simple such as assigning a chore (taking out the trash, sweeping the floor) could be good to get the child off the couch or a computer game.

I read thru the book and realized that my brother probably already knew about all the suggestions. We live in a world with ever-present temptations and children as well as adults are constantly losing the weight battles. Everyone knows the ways to break the cycle of unhealthy living patterns by eating good nutrition, exercise and engaging in physical activity. It is not too easy trying to putting these into practice. If I was to have a child, I don't know if I could do better or setting a good example with my husband and I are both overweight.

Last week I went to the Boxing Gym after work, Monday thru Thursday. I still enjoy my kickboxing classes. I am trying to encourage my husband to find an exercise that is fun for him. He has cut down on his intake of soda but still has a long way to go with his weight. We tried hypnosis, we tried an eight-week program of auriculotheraphy (stimulation of the external ears or ear acupuncture), none worked! These treatments were supposed to make the person feel full quicker to lessen the intake of food, thus losing weight. Again, along with the treatment, the person must modify his diet and suppress temptations to consume unhealthy food and to regularly exercise.

I am embarrassed and disapointed to report that none of these treatments helped my husband. I won't even tell how much we paid for these treatments. I just hope that it will not take something serious to happen to get my husband to realize that his health is in danger.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

SIX HUNDRED SIXTY SIX

A few weeks ago I went into Walgreens to get a cold drink. While there, I saw the tropical mix was on sale for only $1.99 for a 12 oz bag, so I purchase two bags. The total, included tax, came to be $6.66. The cashier had a funny look on his face when he told me how much the total was. He then proceeded to say, "Wow, it is scary." I responded, "It must be my lucky day."

There is a house in my neighborhood with an address 666 and the people who are living in this house are parishioners of my church (I found out from the church directory). In modern western culture, particularly Christian belief, the number 666 is a symbol for Satan or the Devil. In contemporary Western art or literature, the number 666 is referenced as the sign of the Beast or satanic associations. Perhaps one day I would find a way to ask these people why they don't mind living at this address or maybe because they don't believe in the meanings attached to the number 666.

In the movie "The Omen" (I only saw the original 1976 version), the character Robert Thorn (Gregory Peck) saw the proof that his son Damien true identity as an offspring of Satan after seeing the "666" birthmark on Damien's scalp. There are other movies in this series as well as others with similar theme of "demonic child" such as Rosemary's Baby and The Exorcist (I never saw this movie in its entirety because I did not want to get nightmares).

There is a building in New York City, 666 Fifth Avenue and it is considered a trophy building because it is located on Fifth Avenue, across from Rockfeller Center. It is a 41-story office building between 52nd and 53rd streets. I read in Wikipedia that the Tishman family built this 41-story office building in 1957, sold it for 80 million in 1976, then in 2000, the price tag stood at $518 million as purchased price. It was sold again in 2006 for $1.8 billion. Since 2006, Citigroup logo has replaced the prominent 666 address on the side of the building.


From mid-1983 to late 1984, I worked for an insurance agency in an office building at the corner of 53rd and 5th Avenue. It was a full time job and I worked in premium collection department. I was finishing up my Associate degree at LaGuardia Community College when I started working there and transferred to Hunter College in the Fall of 1984. Looking back, I really had a good memory working at the agency. Most of the people were nice to me and I kept to myself. I did not have much opinions about anything, being a good employee and quietly doing my homework during lunch.

I used to take my lunch to Rockefeller Center, eating my sandwich while watching people going by. The library was just around the corner and across the library was the Museum of Modern Art. I believe the Museum is still at the same location, I am not sure about the library. My concentration used to be much better. I could do my homework no matter how noisy the surrounding was or in a crowded room where people were talking about different subjects. I also loved going to St. Patrick's Catheral. I was drawn to the Christian faith even though I was not baptised or confirmed or did not know anything about the religion. I sat in a pew, quietly praying or simply resting my body and soul.

There were many young agents in the agency. There was one person, let's call him Jeff Greenberg, who asked me whether I would like to go out with him. He asked me where I would like to go. I suggested meeting at a museum and to McDonald for lunch. He laughed and said that no woman ever suggested such thing. (He was too polite to say that I was a cheap date or too naive to demand a fancy dinner.) He agreed to meet at the Museum of Modern Art on Saturday afternoon. We walked around town and he finally told me where we would be going for dinner. He took me to the Top of the Sixes Restaurant.

The Restaurant was a penthouse of the building, 666 Fifth Avenue. I remembered we were seated at a table by the window, but I don't remember much about the view. I do remember the impressive menu. The cover was made of an inch thick black particle board, approximately 4 inches wide and 17 inches in length. Inside were the menu in cardstock cream color. On the left was the appetizers, soup and side dishes. On the right was the main entrees. I don't remember the price for each items, maybe I ordered a cup of soup and a well-done sirloin steak. I did not drink any wine and asked for a club soda instead. I don't remember what JG ordered or what we talked about the whole dinner. It must not be very special as that was the only time JG ever asked me out on a date. We saw each other often but it was all business. It could be because after dinner, I told JG that I would like to go home instead of go dancing at a club he suggested. I shook his hand, thanked him for dinner and took the subway home!

This entry is a long story of my only dinner at the Top of the Sixes Restaurant. In 1998, the Restaurant was replaced with a private club/cigar bar called the Grand Havana Room.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

As the Colorado Rockies and the Boston Red Sox are battling for the World Series Championship, I thought posting photos from our vacation in Colorado last year would be fitting for the occassion. I admit that baseball does not excite me and I don't know much about the sport. However, being from New York, I have to be against the Red Sox. Since my brother-in-law is living in Colorado and we had a great time visiting the State, I prefer to cheer for the Rockies. I hope the Rockies will be able to come back from the two-game deficit (Red Sox won the first two games) and at this writing, Saturday, October 27th, the Red Sox is leading 6-0, bottom of the 5th).

We visited Gardens of the Gods and saw the stunning beautiful giant red rock formations. It was incredible and overwhelming looking up at the rocks, various shapes, mysteriously formed, bright red under the sun. It is a must see when visiting Colorado.

A great view of the Royal Gorge and the Bridge, the longest suspension bridge in the world, spanning 1053 feet above the Arkansas River. My husband drove the thunderbird across the Bridge (photo below) while I slowly and carefully walked across, trying so hard not to look down. It was somewhat windy that day and my heart stopped while holding on to the steel cables every time the wind "gently" swung the bridge.

I took this photo while driving back down from the summit of Pikes Peak. I read a few books to know about the altitute in Colorado but I was overwhelmed when we finally reached the top of Pikes Peak. I was out of breath when walking fast from the parking lot towards the bathroom. I almost fainted, felt dizzy, unbalance and a sense of the ground moving under my feet. At 14,110 feet above sea level, the temperature at the summit was so cold. It was flurries with a chance of snowing (it was July 3rd!). I got nervous at every turn as the roads were narrow with mountain on one side and the deep cliff on the other. Signs such as "falling rocks" and the rails that were half washed away made me pray harder.

Most of the roads in Colorado were pathways between range of mountains. We stopped often to capture the scenery and of course, with the thunderbird in the photos.

We spent one day in Aspen. We took the tram up to one of the ski lodges. Aspen was nice and as beautiful as any ski resorts. Of course, it is well known for the wealthy residents and visitors. I walked around town, looking at some of the shops but could not afford buying anything. Even the dogs have an attitude with their expensive collars and outfits.

We went to Vail the next day. I liked Vail much better. Somehow the town seemed to be less pretentious and friendlier. I purchased a nice jacket that was on sale and a few postcards.

More photos of the Royal Gorge. It is truly a nature wonder and the determination of men to conquer nature.

HAPPY UNITED NATIONS DAY

October 24th is United Nations Day and I took a day off to meet my husband for lunch. After lunch, I treated myself to the afternoon of leisure, walking around the mall (the last time I was at the mall was a few months ago), to the library, the bookstore and taking my time to enjoy the beautiful sunny day. I purchased a handbag, two sweaters and three sport undershirts.

I saw in the Sunday Parade magazine that only 29% of 25,000 readers voted 'Yes" to the survey question, "Does the UN still matter?" while 71% voted "No". Those responded yes commented that the world still need the United Nations because the UN does a lot of good work such as peacekeepers, caring for the refugees, people suffering from disasters and maintain global diplomatic ties between countries that would otherwise unable to have open relations.

Those responded "No" reasonsed that diplomacy no longer effective in settling differences in world affairs because countries do not follow UN mandates and are not truly interested in world peace. Another reason was that the UN is undermined by its own corruptions and wasteful spending.

Perhaps my readers (adoring fans) wonder why it is worth mentioning United Nations Day. Who cares, you might ask. I do because of my internship during the Fall semester in 1988 while completing my degree at Hunter College. It was a great experience and I was a diplomat wannabe for those four months. I don't remember exactly what the assignments were but from my blurry memory, what I did during the internship was to research and compiled reports on the funding (from 1960-1980) and how the programs benefitted women and their families in third world countries. For example, such programs would be to provide small loans to women in Angola or India to start their own dress shops, small chicken farms or fruit gardens. I had an office in a separate building, across the street from the UN building. Each morning (Monday-Thursday) I would stop by a deli at the corner to get a cup of coffee and egg/bacon on a plain bagel (toasted), cut in half. On Friday, I would go to a one-day part-time job (unrelated to the internship) performing accounting/clerical work at an office near the New York Stock Exchange.

In addition to reading thru all the reports, I also assisted other people in the office with clerical tasks. In the afternoon I would cross the street to the UN main library and again read all the statistics. I also managed to eat lunch in the employees cafeteria. The food was good and the price was reasonable. I even got special treatment from the employees when I told them that I attended evening classes and did not have time to eat dinner. One nice employee pitied me and always gave me a larger portion of food. Between rushing from the UN at 1st Avenue and 46th Street to classes at Hunter College at 68th & Lexington, I did not get home until 10 pm and a big lunch would help ease my hunger from skipping dinner.

United Nations is a special place because in the summer of 1987, I met my husband of more than 18 years in the UN visitors' cafeteria. (The story of how we met will be featured in future entry). When my husband came to visit from Michigan in November 1988, I took him around to areas only accessible to employees. He still talked about this wonderful experience when we walked up to the podium at the Security Council. I still have a photo of me pretending to officiate over a council meeting, lecturing to countries, "Stop fighting"! The guards there knew me because I always said hello, addressing them by names and practiced my diplomatic skills with small talks, planning for the day when I would be working as a United Nations diplomat. Well, that day never came because I married my husband and moved to a small town along Lake Michigan. In the summer of 1989, I left my family, New York City, Chinatown, my dreams of being a UN diplomat to live in a town with one traffic light, one Chinese restaurant and driving in white out conditions (lot of snow from lake effects). There you have it, a real story of "Love is Blind".

MOVING ON

After many months of sending out resumes and going to interviews after work, I finally received an offer that is not only comparable to the current wages but with 20% more of the total compensation (base salary, benefits and pension package). I am planning to give my two-week notice soon. I was able to negotiate with the new employer as there is an important event in November that I would like to stay with the Association and hand in my resignation after that.

I understand that an employee leaving should give two-week notice. However, it is ironic that the employers are not obligated to do the same. Many times employees are given notice right before the holidays or come to work and find out the doors are locked with a notice that the company went out of business.

I am so glad to move on. I will be working in an organization that respects me as a person, and not being treated as a clerical assistant. I will be recognized for my talents (writing), my education (a gradudate degree in communication) and most of all, not being subjected to constant harrassment. I will leave behind the "good ol' boy network" where men find every which ways to reward each other (handing out bonus like lollipop) while someone else is doing most of the work.

I am moving on to a positive work environment where no one will throw tandrum, or turn a minor problem into a tirade and outburst of red-face, yelling demeaning comments or incompetent men are being paid high wages because of who they know and not what they are capable of doing the work required. I am moving on to where I will be appreciated and respected, where I will be recognized for my potentials and not as a threat to someone's egos and where people are treated with dignity and men behave in civilized manners.

SLOW DOWN (STOP) AND PUNCH A BAG!

(Disclaimer - This entry is not an endorsement of kickboxing. Please consult your physician before begin this type of exercise program.)

I heard of the phrase "Stop and Smell the Roses" but I never knew it was a title of an album by Ringo Starr. The saying is a reminder that we need to slow down and enjoy life, to see the beauty of nature around us and to appreciate simple things. The late author Richard Carlson reminded us in his book, "Don't sweat the small stuff", that we must not let unimportant/minor inconvenience or temporary set backs take away the joy of living. Well, I have been sweating, not the small stuff, but when doing kick-boxing at a nearby Boxing Gym.

How and when did it happen that the little chubby me taking up kick boxing? The incident at the golf tournament (please see entry on "The Dark Ages or It's Still a Man's World" on Wednesday, August 22, 2007), then a few weeks later I had to deal with a staff person throwing tandrum about having too much work to do and the final straw that broke the camel's back was when a person from a higher position made demeaning comments towards me (the person later apologized), I decided that I deserved a day off. The next morning I stopped by the Boxing Gym out of curiosity. I stayed for the tryout, then purchased my first pair of punching gloves and signed up for membership the next day.

For almost two months, twice a week, I have been attending cardiovascular kickboxing classes. It is a workout that combines boxing and aerobics, comprised of 15 minutes warm up (jumping ropes, stretching, push-ups) then 30 minutes of punches, kicks and knee strikes. The trainers are very accommodating and the classes are not too fast or too complicated. I work at my own pace and don't try to overextending myself by kicking too high and slow down when needed.

I took me almost two weeks to deliver my punches properly, sharp delivery, snap and recover. Now I remember the basic combinations, one-two is a left jab and a straight right, one-two-three includes the left hook, a six-punch drill includes a jab, a straight right, a left hook, another right, a left and right uppercut. I also remember to keep one hand in guard position while the other executing the punches.

I still have to learn to master the footwork, moving around the bag, ducking, moving side to side, bouncing between the feet while delivering punches in combinations. My punches are getting better as I recognized the benefits of working off frustration. I really enjoyed this high impact workout. I don't suggest that kickboxing is for everyone or replacement of therapy. For me, punching and kicking the freestanding pillars serve as a form of therapeutic, reduces and relieves stress and the feelings of helplessness. Practicing kicking actually makes me feel empowered while learning simple self-defense moves.

This week I learned to do a strong front kick, but I need to work on the roundhouse kick and the side kick. I have become comfortable throwing the punches, moving around the bag and the whole hour goes by quickly. At the end of each workout, my shirt was soaking wet and I could feel my body burning calories. I still plod through life, being weighed down by stress at work and personal problems, but for that one hour, I feel alive and ready for any challenges coming my way.

I will never get into the ring to challenge Evander Hollyfield and I am not planning to involve in physical competition. I don't think I would look good with swollen bloody eyes and missing teeth. For now, I have so much fun punching away the tension built-up from suppression and stress at work, all released from each jab, hook and kick. I finally found a form of exercise that I enjoy, getting fit, being healthy, learning how to defend myself while punching/kicking away unpleasant stuff in life.

HE IS BACK!

I spoke too soon about getting rid of the d#@% squirrel. He was back, as shown in the photos, chewing away our plastic picnic table and chairs. Perhaps the heavy rain washed away the special potion we put on.

I look up in the internet to find solutions to get rid of this criminal. There are many suggestions of using repellent to "humane, yet effective" at deterring these destructive "no good" animal. At this point the d#$% squirrel did so much damage to the table and chairs that we gave up on trying to do anything. No wonder George Costanza (of Seinfeld) did not care for squirrel!

HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN!

My adoring fans know I am not talking about the television show "Happy Days" about a perfect American life of a middle-class family in late 50s and early 60s. My husband likes watching the reruns. I don't care much for the show, even though Ron Howard played the character Richie, the naive son of Howard Cunninghams, a hardware store owner in Milwaukee. Howard was the adorable Opie in the Andy Griffith Show.


My Happy Days are here again because the NHL regular season has officially started. This entry was started two weeks ago and I am finally getting around to complete and ready for publishing. Serious hockey (specially Detroit Red Wings) fans could tell the photos are old from the numbers on the jersey. Brendan Shanahan (#14) signed with the New York Rangers since 2006. Tomas Holstrom (#96) and Henrik Zettenberg (#40) are still the producing line for the Red Wings.

My favorite goalie has always been Chris Osgood. I don't know if he will ever be recognized for carrying the Red Wings to the Stanley Cup in 1998. Osgood never buckled under the pressure of being the #1 goalie after Mike Vernon left. The net has been a bit crowded when Hasek came out from retirement. Just hope Osgood will stay healthy and ready to play when needed.

I look forward to November 13th when the Red Wings will be in town. It is the first game of the season between St. Louis Blues and Detroit Red Wings. The Blues have been playing very well. I expect to see a great hockey game because I did not spend my hard-earned money to see lousy ice-skating. Manny Legace will be the goalie for the Blues and it will be interesting because Legace was the netminder for the Red Wings.

Here is another old photo showing Robert Lang (#20) who is currently with the Chicago Blackhawks.

I thought of the story my Dad used to tell about growing up in Viet Nam, how much he loved to play soccer. Being the oldest son, Dad was supposed to watch his younger brothers and sisters. Instead he took them to the soccer field with him but did not keep an eye on the little ones. No serious injury, just a few bruises and bumps when the little sister fell and of course, Dad was punished for neglecting his duty. My Mom added to the story how Dad often left her alone in a new environment (after the wedding, Mom moved to Dad's village to live with his family) while Dad played soccer with his buddies. Now you see the connections, why I love sports, just like my Dad.

MOON OVER THE STADIUM

I took this photo as we were leaving the St. Louis Cardinals baseball game last Sunday. I just wanted to take a photo of the stadium at night. I also wanted to learn how to use the feature "twilight".

I wish the moon was right over the "i" of the word stadium - that would be neat. But I like the photo and thought the title "Moon over the Stadium" was appropriate as Sunday was the Cardinals' last home game. The mood was not joyous as the Cardinals did not make it to the playoffs this year. There will be no back-to-back as everyone in St. Louis wishes for a repeat from last year World Series Championship. The Cardinals won the Sunday game 4-3 over the Houston Astros.

For me, summer is finally over as 2007-2008 hockey season officially begins next week. I am so ready to see my beloved Red Wings when they come into town in November. October will be 13th anniversary since we moved from Michigan to St. Louis. I will live in St. Louis longer than New York and twice the years in Michigan. I was 19 years old when we came to America as a Vietnamese refugee trying to survive in the new land.

I was full of dreams and energy back then. I dreamed of going back to Viet Nam to fight the communist. I also wanted to work for World Visions, going back to the refugee camp to save my people, the same way I was saved. 27 years later, all I want to do is watching football and hockey on the weekends and listening to Mike & Mike on ESPN in the morning for the latest sports news.

THE RICH ARE DIFFERENT

I read in a book that F. Scott Fitzgerald made a remark, "The rich are different from you and me" to Ernest Hemingway, to which Hemingway replied, "Yes, they have more money." I would like to add my comment to that "The rich also get better service at ballgames."



Once a year, a member from my workplace (the Association) gave me two tickets to a Rams game. These are Club level seats at $100 each. You have to show your tickets to gain access into the Club. Notice the fancy pattern carpet covered floor and not the sticky hard concrete ground in the common level, less expensive tickets where poor people are. Notice how roomy the wakway is, not crowded, elbow to elbow with the masses, how the walls are tastefully decorated and how the servers are wearing real restaurant uniforms.

Look at this - real desserts, serving by people who dressed as if they were real bakers. All the pies and fancy pastries instead of typical ice-cream sticks or crummy chocolate cookies.

While the masses in regular areas had to chow down the hotdogs and hamburgers standing around a few wimpy narrow counters or trying to eat at your seats while others constantly trying to get to their seats, also with their trays of food and drinks. At the Club - photo above (Rams-football) and the Redbird - photo below (Cardinals-baseball) there are actual seats and tables where you could sit down and enjoy your meals like civilized people.

The chairs and counter and tables are provided so that the people could enjoy their food while watching the game in action, not from television screens. This area is air-conditioned and we don't want to sweat when it is too warm outside! I confessed that I was willing to pay much more for these Redbird Club tickets because I could not stand being among the masses in the regular area where the seats are tight and we had to stand up so often to let people in and out of their seats. I also had to keep an eye on the people behind us when they carry drinks and nachos filled with hot cheese and chilli because I was afraid that they would drop the trays on our heads!

Inside the Redbird Club (St. Louis Cardinals stadium) there are variety of food stations (photo above) serving real food ranging from typical ballpark hotdogs to pizza, chicken fingers, to pasta and even stir-fried noodles. Of course, there are plenty of pastries and $7.00 for two scoops of creamy Italian ice-cream. Again, notice the wide walkway, not the tight quarter and the shining floor that is constantly being cleaned by the crew, no sticky floor here! Photo below is showing more seating areas and pleasant decorations. Borrowing the words from a character named Rebecca Howe (no relation to Gordie Howe of the Detroit Red Wings) from the TV show Cheers, "I hate rich people until I am one of them". For now, I just want to enjoy the luxury and pretend that I am one of those rich people when attending the ballgames.

CHEATING HEARTS

I have put up with my husband's teasing the last few weeks about my beloved New England Patriots got caught videotaping signals from the New York Jets defensive coaches onto the field. I wanted to call Coach (Bill) Belichick and ask him one question, "Of all the teams, why bother taping the Jets, to say the least, their defense?".

I saw a Patriots fan held up a sign during a game that read "In Bill We Trust" to show support. The League fined Coach $500K (that is half a million dollars) and the Team $250 (that is a quarter of a million dollars) and 1st round draft or 2nd/3rd round draft depending on where the Patriots would be in the playoffs/Superbowl. Someone commented that all the teams try to create an advantage over other teams. The public only found out when someone got caught doing the actual dirty work. I don't want to believe that the best football team such as the Patriots rely solely on winning by underhanded methods. But why the Jets, a team with defensive line depth problems.

I don't know why I thought of the time when I was accused of cheating and had to prove that I was actually the victim of a classmate who stole my term paper. It was a midterm essay for an Urban Study class at LaGuardia Community College (Queens, New York). The year was 1983. Back then, there were no personal laptops and we all had to go to computer lab to use the terminals and print out on dot matrix computer paper with tractors (holes) along both sides. The front page would list names of the students or the reports. There were two or three printers servicing 15 to 20 terminals. The work-study students would be in charge to separating the print-outs, place the print-outs in the bins labeled by alphabetical order of last names and many times people would take print-outs that belonged to someone else, whether on purpose or honest mistakes!

I wrote the term paper using the terminals but typed the references using my typewriter at home. I don't remember how it happened but either I rushed to another class or to my job and forgot to pick up the print-out. A classmate stole the print-out and submitted under her name. A few days after she did, I spent more time editing and revising, then confidently handed in my term paper with the reference page. The professor only read the first few sentences and decided that since my copy was exactly the same as the paper submitted earlier by my classmate that I must be the cheater.

I was horrified to see an "F", bright red "F" on the cover of my term paper. I never had a grade lower than a C+ in my life! (Yes, I admit that I received a C+ for Calculus. I admit that I was never good with math.) When I finally met with the professor, he explained the reason as mentioned above. I asked him why he did not give me a chance to prove my innocence. I showed him the records from the library of the books I listed in the reference page. I was able to prove that I was the author of the report with all the draft copies I generated. The classmate did not have anything to show except the term paper. I received a "B+" for that essay and an "A" for the class.

That professor had the nerve to call me at work after the semester was over. We met for lunch and I ordered the most expensive item on the menu (to get back at him for putting me thru that horrible experience). After lunch he walked me back to my office. We shook hands and he kissed me on the cheek but never called again.

D&#@ SQUIRREL

Last month we found some gnawings around the edges of our picnic table and on all of the four chairs (below). We did not know what kind of animals did such damage. The table and chairs are made of plastic. We wonder what animal would have strong teeth to gnaw thru the plastic and actual left big holes around the corners.

I wish I could take a better photo of this criminal. After I tried to bang on the kitchen window in an attempt to chase this squirrel away, he turned and gave me a look as if saying "What do you want? What are you going to go about it?"

It was as if the squirrel was trying to do the most damage by gnawing at all four corners of the table and all four chairs. The gnawings were most visible and intense along the arm rests.

I finally captured the criminal in the act. I could not believe what I saw. The squirrel laying flat on his stomach, gnawing away our picnic table, even ignoring the flash from my camera. Now I we have evidence, we are planning to file a small claim against this d%#& squirrel for property damage with an intention to cause mental anguish and emotional distress.

My husband found information on the internet from other people who wrote of similar problems with the d&%@ plastic eating squirrel! One person wrote that the squirrel ate away the gas control handle of his expensive grill. My husband then talked to other people at work and someone suggested mixing soap and ground red peper with water, then use a brush to spread the special "love potion" around the gnawings and all the edges. We have not seen the squirrel nor found any new chewing marks. Perhaps the d$#% squirrel left town to avoid paying us the settlement for the damage.

GOD BLESS AMERICA

God Bless America, Land that I Love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.


From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam

God Bless America, my Home sweet Home.

Remembrance September 11, 2001

HAPPY DAYS ARE ALMOST HERE!

We went to the 1st preseason game of the St. Louis Blues v. Atlanta Thrashers. I was disappointed that Slava Kozlov was not even in the line up for the Thrashers. The Blues loss 3-1. Earlier in the day, we attended the Rams v. the San Francisco 49ers game. The Rams loss 17-16 because Jeff Wilkins missed the field goal with less than 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter. We were not at the St. Louis Cardinals game - the Cardinals loss - no one could blame us for bad luck there! It was not a good day for sport fans in St. Louis.

Saturday, we went to St. Louis Blues FANFest just because there was free hotdogs, popcorn and soda. I paid $4.50 for a bottle of water because I did not want to drink soda. We stood in line for almost a hour and 15 minutes to get autographs of Manny Legace and Keith Tkachuk. Then we rushed home to attend a fundraising dinner. What a busy weekend!

By the time I post this entry, football & hockey regular seasons probably already got started. I will be among the more than 220 millions Americans (3/4 of the populations, mostly men) watching college footballs on Saturdays and NFL on Sundays. (No, I will not discuss Notre Dame at this time.) Among the female viewers, I am one the 14% claim that hockey (NHL) as favorite sport, following by football (NFL) at 37%. I do question the young, slim and beautiful women who attend the games just to be seen, not for the love of the sport. I resent that very much :)

Two weeks ago, we went to a pre-season St. Louis Rams v. Kansas City Chiefs game. The Rams won the game (10-3), posted 2-2 for their exhibition season. The Rams took back the Governor's Cup (a friendly championship trophy) after being defeated the last four years by the Chiefs.