Saturday, August 29, 2009

Pok Fu Lam Reservoir

SB and I went for a short hike last weekend. A very short hike. Upon viewing the map we thought it looked like a moderate hike but it was over in less than an hour. We started by bussing to the Peak and poking around there. Then we went on the trail that begins as a road and descends quickly into Pok Fu Lam.

We saw a reservoir, we saw a youth equestrian school, we saw some streams, and then it was over.

We learned two things on this hike so overall it was a success.

1) Upon viewing the streams and reservoir we realized it was time to find fresh water to play in. But don't worry, we will try to avoid soaking ourselves in the water supply. I have researched a few possible fresh water bathing options in the New Territories.

2) There are some really, really strange insects that are attaching themselves to local trees along the dam.

There critters look quite menacing. They group together to form a protective carpet, looking like something in a sci-fi series. If you poke at them, one or two will rise up on its hind legs and attempt to strike. I am assuming that these things may be venomous. Possibly poisonous also. Doesn't that add quite the element of danger to our stroll?

After this, we ended up at the bus stop by the equestrian school (with very reasonable prices for the kids) and took a minibus to Stanley. We saw a couple of men out in the water on outrigger canoes. This aroused SB's interest so next week he shall be learning to outrigger with a very experienced racer. He needs another hobby like a hole in the head. An I am an enabler. "Sure, honey, it sounds like fun. Who needs rest time anyway?"

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Everything Changes

My best friend had a baby last fall and now another member of our closely knit group has announced her pregnancy. I immediately congratulated her, and it was heartfelt, at least my feelings of happiness for her happiness. But once we ended our conversation I became depressed and even cried a few pitiful tears for myself. With two exceptions (one of whom is divorced) all of my girlfriends are married. Now they are reproducing and here I am, unmarried, childless, still pining for that dog that I have been waiting 20+ years for.

SB immediately came over and comforted me. Because that is who he is. He is oblivious and bumbling at times, but his efforts are to assure my happiness always. And so there he was comforting me because I was distraught that things were changing and everyone was growing up, including him, and I just wanted things to be "simple" so that I could always have fun and and spend time with the girls and not have any worries.

SB wants children but he wants me to be happy more. He has changed that way. He has matured into a man who is trustworthy and compassionate. I do not have any doubts about him. But when will I grow up?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

so cute that I could puke

These orphaned baby hedgehogs have been clinging to this stiff-bristled brush because it reminds them of their mother.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I don't even know where to begin...

Well, let us begin with my jaw dropping open at the idiocy that I read in today's SubStandard. I am not a Hillary fan but I cannot deny who she is: a determined, Wellesley/Yale educated attorney who co-founded the Arkansas Advocates for Children and Families at the young age of 30, who had her own illustrious career before and after her husband became president. I mean, how dare she become irritated when some dude asks her what her husband thinks at her own Secretary of State press conference where they are discussing issues pertaining to the State.

Can you imagine Gordon Brown holding a press conference about British affairs and someone asking him what his wife thinks should be done?

For sure Hillary was only annoyed because she is a jealous shrew.

As my professor John Greer at Texas A&M would have said, this reporter is "not worth shooting." But his/her mother should have drowned him/her at an early age when she saw how many hot gases were being emitted by her young child.

Next, I shall discus my word of the day: misogyny. In the meantime, I post the article in all of it's gory:

Hillary flares at bright spark in darkest Africa

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

So you think your wife can be brutal? Good thing you're not married to Hillary Clinton.

The US secretary of state showed a flash of public anger on her African trip after a student questioned her on the views of her husband, who is not with her on the tour.

At an open forum in the Congolese capital Kinshasa, a university student took the microphone to talk about the involvement of China and the World Bank in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

"What does Mr Clinton think about it?" he asked.

A clearly annoyed Clinton put the hapless student in his place, asserting that she was the United States' top diplomat, not her husband. "You want to know what my husband thinks? My husband is not the secretary of state, I am. You ask my opinion, I will tell you my opinion. I'm not going to channel my husband," Clinton snapped.

She was probably jealous of her husband - the former US president who has mostly stayed out of the spotlight since stepping down in 2001. But last week Bill Clinton stole the spotlight from America's top diplomat. He traveled to North Korea to negotiate the release of two detained US journalists, and was welcomed home a hero.

Monday, August 10, 2009

no sympathy

I cooked some spinach and ricotta ravioli, which I tossed with pesto for dinner. While my back was turned, SB managed to eat all of it. All of it.

When I asked him where my share of dinner was, he looked confused. "I thought you already had your dinner. I saw you eat it."

"Are you referring to the one delicious ravioli pillow I ate to see if it was al dente?" I asked.


Then he had the nerve to tell me that he felt a bit sick.

Because he ate too much.

Because he is like a goldfish and will eat until he explodes.

And don't even get me started on his amazing metabolism while I struggle to stay only slightly plump.

I had no sympathy for him even though he did look like he was going to vomit. I guess I can always go to 7-11 and get something on a stick. I hope dinner revisits him.