In a previous post I quoted Eric Lidel, the Olympic gold medalist – “God made me fast. When I run, I feel His pleasure.”
I like that quote.
Lidel says when he does what God gave him the ability to do, God is happy with that.
Category: General
Growing up I did not celebrate Christmas with any great meaning. We were not a religious family; Christmas had no significance for us. We merely enjoyed 2 weeks off school and a few presents from relatives. My parents, pragmatic Chinese parents that they were, did not give us presents. (“We give you room and board, what more do you want?”) There were no meaningful traditions in our family that I can remember, which means any tradition we did have made no impact on me.
My sister asked what my son is going to do after he finishes school this week. He’ll be finished with college. (woohoo!)
My dad said, “He’ll work and make money, of course. What else is there?”
Is that what life is about? You go to school, work, and make money? What then what after that?
Go to my parents website, leave a comment on my review of the Billy Fun Wheels for a chance to win a really cute remote control mini monster truck.
We had a lot of fun playing with it. We made an obstacle course and drove Billy around it; we practiced parallel parking Billy; we made Billy jump the steps. The toy is suitable for 2 years old and UP, emphasis on the UP. Â :)
Go to my parents website, leave a comment on my review of the Billy Fun Wheels for a chance to win a really cute remote control mini monster truck.
We had a lot of fun playing with it. We made an obstacle course and drove Billy around it; we practiced parallel parking Billy; we made Billy jump the steps. The toy is suitable for 2 years old and UP, emphasis on the UP. Â :)
(UPDATE: Problem solved! Thanks, Elliot, once again.)
You will notice that this blog has reverted to a standard theme with no customizations.
Something happened a few days ago and I got this dreaded message
Error establishing a database connection
Then my son moved my content over to another …blah blah blah…some technical jargon…blah blah blah.
I woke up at 5:30am this morning to join the commuter traffic to downtown Los Angeles.
My appointment was at 8:30am at the County Assessor’s office to appeal my property tax assessed value. I wanted to get there by 8:00 to sign in. Not knowing how long it would take me with unknown amount of traffic, I estimated 2 hours, just in case.
When my children ask me to buy them something, I hope they know me well enough to ask me for something that they know I would approve of. I hope they don’t ask me to buy them a video game rated “mature”, or an outrageously risqué outfit.
Back when I was in grad school some 25 years ago, my friends and I began “typing” each other with the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. We would all refer to the book “Please Understand Me” to try to understand each other’s personalities, but more often to use it to point out each other’s idiosyncrasies. “Oh, you are such an ‘F’ …!” when one of us is acting emotionally.