I Have A Stye In My Eye

I have a stye in my eye and it hurts like hell. You know those little pimples that develop in your eyelash. It developed a few weeks ago and when it came to a head I pinched it, and so I thought it would go away.

Well the little bugger is still there, and it hurts. Not only are stye's painful but once they swell up they continually rub on your eye ball causing your eye to water and eventually to swell. Now I already have huge eye bags, they look like I am carrying a set of luggage under my eyes, so when they swell, well my eye bags get eye bags. Not a pretty sight. I look like I have a lizard eye. I wake up in the morning with crust in my eyelashes from my eye watering at night.

At least I can console myself that it is not as bad as last year when I got red eye. My youngest son came home from school complaining that his eye was sore. I didn't think much about it until the next morning he woke up with red eye and dutifully told me that his two friends have red eye and had passed it along to the rest of their families. Nothing like sharing I say. I let him stay home from school so he wouldn't spread it around to his classmates and I went off to work. Once reaching work my eye felt funny and started to get itchy.

By the end of the day my eye was red , watery and itchy which was unfortunate as I had to work late. I was supposed to go to one of our Day Spas and show prospective franchises around the spa, so at eight o'clock at night I was walking around Ikano Power House wearing my sunglasses so as not to scare off the potentials and spread the cheer to the therapists.

That night I got home and thanked my son for sharing. The next morning I got up and my eye was swollen shut. When I finally managed to pry my eye open my eye bags had eye bags on top of my eye bags not to mention I looked like I was bleeding from my eye. Needles to say I called in sick and my son and I went off to visit the doctor. The next day it had spread to my other eye but not as severe. After about five days it cleared up and luckily didn't spread to the rest of the family.

So I guess a little stye in my eye is nothing compared to red eye. I'll live to tell the tale but it sure does hurt like a bitch.

Pre-Mature Alzheimers

Yesterday evening as I usually do, I sat down to watch the telly. My programs are all picked out for the whole week so I tune in everyday. I do love to watch TV, hell I could be a real couch potato if given the chance.

So 7 pm, Hallmark, The Nanny. I have seen most of the shows before but the last shows of the series I missed so I tune in every evening to watch. Robyn was watching TV with me because I wouldn't let her go to Aeon, her second home, if I allowed it. Obviously she was pissed at me and so in a fit of prissiness she fell asleep on the couch. HAHAHAHA! When she's asleep I don't have to listen to her whine anymore about going to Aeon.

She woke up after they had shown both shows and so she asked me what had happened on the show and I could not remember. I had only just watched both shows and for the life of me I could not remember what the hell the two shows had been about.

Now this is not the first time this has happened to me. There are times when I get up and go to the kitchen or up to my bedroom and once there forgot why I had gone. I stop to think about it and sometimes it comes to me most times not.

There are times when Robyn tells me that I said she could go out somewhere and I turn to look at her tell her I did no such thing. So I ask her "When did I say that?" " Last week you told me I can go." "No I didn't!" " Yes you did!" So that is usually how it goes. So I usually end up letting her go to where ever she wants to go, and of course have to suffer the pissy look she gives.

This happens most days and so I think I am suffering from pre-mature Alzheimer's. This is good for Robyn as she can bullshit me all the time, but hey I'm not worried cause I'm the mother here and I can still turn around and say no! And when she asks why not I can say "Because I said so!"

A Birthday Letter To My Daughter

To day is your birthday and on this special day I am writing you a letter. You were born 32 years ago today and I can remember that day as if it were yesterday. Which is pretty amazing as now a days I sometimes can't remember what happened an hour ago.

I was very young, too young to be a mother really, when you came into this world screaming at the top of your lungs. There you were a little red thing with a huge lump on your head. I was worried but the doctor assured me that it would disappear by the time you were 6 weeks old, and sure enough it did go away and you were left with a perfectly formed, round little head which was full of black hair. Your grandfather John had called you Willy numb nut because of that lump. It was said with deep affection because he had loved you dearly as did your grandmother.

Even though I was very young I managed to muddle through somehow and raised you to be the out standing daughter you are today. Those were trying times because at a very young age you were head strong and as you grew into your teenage years and adult hood you have always been head strong. You and I have not always seen eye to eye but some how or other we managed to stay close and managed not to inflict too much damage on each other, but for the most part I encouraged you to remain that way.

You are my first born and so are extra special to me for you are the one who taught me how to be a mother. You exceeded all my hopes ,dreams and expectations I have had for you, and so my Darling Daughter I wish you Happy Birthday and hope you will always get what you want out of life.

Love you always
Mom

PS

Christ I'm bawling like a baby now. I'm such a wus.

Zingers (No not the KFC burger)

My kids and I have a pretty open relationship so every once in a while we let fly zingers at each other. Zingers as in thinly veiled criticisms or insults and I as the mother, get zinged once in a while.

Now the two youngest in my family are 16 and 13 years of age and you would think for their age that they wouldn't have fine tuned their zinging capabilities, but let me tell you every once in a while they can come up with a good one.

For instance last night. We went for our Sunday family dinner. My eldest daughter and her husband did not come down last night so it was just me, the two younger kids, my eldest son and his girlfriend who had just gotten back from Hong Kong. Lovely girl that she is, she bought me a humongous bottle of Absolute Vodka my absolute favorite. Hopefully I can make it last for more then one week. I love my vodka and my kids and their significant others know I love my vodka and this is what I usually get zinged about. LOL!

Nothing much happened at dinner and so after finishing we made our way home and were there before 9pm. We watched the movie "Are We Done Yet!" which finished around 10:30 pm. Now earlier my eldest son had wanted to watch the DVD "White Chicks" which is a pretty funny movie but we've all seen about 20 times before. He said there was a scene in the movie he had wanted to watch again. His girlfriend finally persuaded him to watch "Are We Done Yet" but once it had finished he told his baby brother to put on "White Chicks."

So this is how it started. Jordan " No need to watch ah koh you'll probably fall asleep before you get to see that part in the show." Justin " Don't mouth off to me boy just put it on!" Jordan " I'm not mouthing off I'm just predicting the future." ZINGER! Off course Justin had nothing to reply and I of course broke out in peels of laughter which under minded Justins authority, but hey I just couldn't help myself. It was pretty funny.

We watched "White Chicks" and Justin of course did fall asleep as he usually does, so you see Jordan can predict the future. Only this time he was a bit off, because Jordan whispered to me as he was putting the DVD into the player "He'll probably fall asleep during the opening credits."

Bloody Computers

It now seems in this day and age we cannot live without the computer. Mine has been a source of comfort to me since I have been unemployed, and so when my son tried to turn it on yesterday it would not go on, instead it kept making a beeping sound.

I ranted and raved because I would not be able to go onto my computer to write my blog. Now you might say so what, but to me my blog is were I hone my writing skills for when I decide to write my novel. LOL.

No seriously I have always wanted to write a novel. Just never had the chance or the time.

Now back to my computer. My computer is not yet 3 months old and already there is something wrong with it. We are still paying for it as we bought it on time payments at 0 percent interest for 12 months. Luckily we paid extra so it would have a 3 year warranty. Trouble is since it disappointed me on a Saturday we have to wait until Monday to call the service centre. Two whole days of bloody waiting.

This morning I could stand it no longer and begged my son to let me use his laptop. He did so reluctantly as his laptop has all his work on it from his job, so he is always fear full that I will accidentally delete something. Don't worry son so far so good everything is still intact.

Hopefully when my son calls the service centre they will come tomorrow and fix it. I usually don't spend much time on the computer on Mondays as I clean the inner sanctum I call my bedroom. I love my bedroom it is so cool to sleep in at night not to mention the big king size bed.
Unfortunately it is hellish hot during the day. I don't have aircon in my house and so we rely on the ceiling fans.

So when my son calls them tomorrow I hope they get their hinies here so they can fix it straight away or I will be hopping up and down screaming and pulling my thinning hair out. I need to continue my search for free online jobs that I can do at home. I need to make myself busy or I will be wallowing on the couch in self pity. I have already gotten one invite to a blogspot that pays you money, so I don't want to delay when they give the final approval. There are many more blog sites out there that I can apply to which I have not had the chance to do yet so please get my puter fixed.

My Immortality

When my daughters mother in law passed away she had called me to give me the details of where she would be laid out and when the funeral will be. She mentioned they had had a hard time finding a suitable picture to be displayed. That night I went for one of the services.

After the service was over and we were all seated at the tables for drinks I turned to my two oldest and said " You all better get a good picture taken of me now so you won't have a problem later". My sons reply was his usual" MUM!" plus his frown and my daughters reply was to slap me on the arm.

Here in Asia especially amongst the Chinese race the subject of death is taboo. Mention it to my mother in law and she will phi phi phi you up and down. It is a subject not to be talked about especially if it is about someone still alive. Now I am a practical person and also a free thinker. I do not follow any religion even though I had been baptised an Anglican. My family was never big on religion and my father had given up on it a long time ago, so it was not really practiced in my house. I went to Sunday school as a child the first time, when I was very small. My mother had sent me. I do not know why as they never went to church themselves, only for weddings, and funerals. After a while I think my mother got tired of sending me. The second time I went was when I was around 10 or 11 years old.

We had an aunt from my fathers side of the family who used to pass down all her daughters old clothes to me and my sister. So one day she passed us a box of stuff that had contained 4 or 5 hats. The type of hat only to be worn to church, so me and my sister, (and we also managed to rope in one of our female cousins), had decided to go to Sunday school so we could wear the hats. Of course it didn't last long because we were too lazy to go to church on Sunday.

My husbands family are Taoists. So my children have been brought up mainly with that religion. As they have gotten older in one way or another they have all decided what religion they wish to follow although my hubsands family pushes Taoism down their throats and mine. I have stood steadfastly and still remain a free thinker.

After the kids father died he was buried at Fairy Park. It is a double plot and there is a place for me to go when I pass. I tell my kids not to spend a lot of money on my funeral as we all know Chinese funerals cost a bomb, and as my son puts it the Chinese are the only people who can make a profit out of death. Every once in a while when the subject is brought up (usually by me) I tell the kids that when I die they should just throw me in a cardboard box and bury me in the back yard. This always warrants a MUM! from my son and the look of distaste from my daughters.

So now the subject of the picture has come up. I have decided I do not want a picture of myself looking old and haggy. I want a picture of myself looking young and fresh. When I asked my kids what kind of ceremony would they have for me, my son said MUM! and my daughter said "Ma we'll bury you Chinese style ok". It's ok with me I'm not particular. Hell for all I care they could have me embalmed sit me in a corner with a beer in one hand and a cigarette hanging out of my mouth.

Grandma

When my husband passed away I was only 39 and the two youngest of my troupe were 5 and 3 years old. At that time I had told my eldest daughter not to make me a young grandmother. I had made my mother a grandmother at the age of 36 and so I was not ready to go down that path at the age of 39. Now I will be turning 50 next month, it is time. I want a grandchild. The feeling started to come over me when I had turned 46 and much to my dismay my daughter for once in her life listened to me and so I am still waiting.

It wouldn't be so bad except my niece who married almost three years ago now has 2 children. She is 28 years old now, the same age as my eldest son, (he's not even married yet!), and so it has become a bone of contention with me. Now I am not one of those nagging mothers some even say I am quite cool for a mom, but this is one thing I find myself nagging about is the lack of grandchildren. It doesn't help matters that when I visit my in laws or call them for anything they always slip in the same question "Is Dawn pregnant yet?" They know I badly want a grandchild and that I am green with envy that my sister in law now has two.

Now my daughter and her husband lived together before they got married, and a few months before that big day she stopped using birth control. So she has had ample time to get pregnant. When she told me, I had asked her what would happen if she got pregnant before the wedding. Her dress was quite fitted and I was worried about an expanding waist line. "Don't worry ma" she said "the back of the dress is laced up so it can be loosened. "Ok " I'd said and waited.

Now most Sundays we go out for our family dinner. I insist on it as that is the only time we spend any time together as a family. It has been years since we have all sat down to dinner together. With the kids working and one working in Singapore we don't spend much time together and so that is why I want my family dinners. Now our family dinner is the time were we catch up on what is happening in our lives, we laugh, we fight, we talk cock, and so, at one of our dinners a few weeks ago the topic got around to grandchildren. That week her husband couldn't make it for dinner so I asked her why she's not pregnant yet. "Are you trying." I'd asked her. "I mean I want to be a grandmother before I die." " Well mom" she says since "Alex is working so hard and most of the time, by the time he gets home I'm asleep." "Oh" I said "in that case I have a solution." "Book lunch." "HUH" she said. "Yeah, make a lunch time appointment with each other, rush back to the condo get the job done then go back to work." She just gave me one of her withering looks slapped herself on the forehead and shook her head. Well I thought it was a good idea. A little afternoon delight.