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My Day in Three Pictures

I wish this post could consist of more than three crappy cell phone pictures, but I have yet to get a new laptop and trying to process pictures from an actual camera is too much work. :-P Today started with my sitting on a salon chair, getting a haircut (it is now just below my shoulders) and a dye job: Remember when I had contemplated getting an ombre dye job after my preggo chop? Well, I've done it. And I love it! One of the main reasons I had stopped dyeing my hair is because of the roots that grow out — and an ombre color takes care of just that. Another big plus is that with the ombre technique, the hair dye never...

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Wishing for Boredom

Thank you all very much for your kind comments regarding my father. I received word that he was discharged from the hospital about an hour ago, and is well on his way to recovery. I wanted so badly to be see him again today, but I could not as I had Claire to take care of and the hospital, like most, does not allow babies to visit. But I'm sure that my own anguish was nothing compared to my mother's, who had her own store to watch and could not be by his side even when she first received word of the incident yesterday. Luckily, my sister was able to cancel her plans to stay with my father yesterday and today. I think...

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Healing, and Thank Yous

This week has been one of the longest of my life. I know that an appendectomy — a laparoscopic appendectomy, no less — is considered a fairly common and simple procedure in modern medicine. But with the pregnancy having slowed my healing time in addition to lowering my threshold for pain (both very common pregnancy symptoms), I am still in quite a bit of discomfort. Perhaps the biggest complication that the pregnancy brought to the procedure was that due to my enlarged uterus, the incisions had to be made a lot further away from each other. So for the first few days after surgery, I could feel — by way of pain — the path where the laparoscope (the camera) had made its...

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Discipline Styles

J and I grew up in a culture and generation that was all for physical discipline. In fact, it was rare to find a household that did not spank/cane their children. Our homes were not the only places for punishments either — I still remember how, having attending up to the 2nd grade in Korea, all the teachers kept a separate cane for punishments (the unspoken rules stated that we would "only" get hit on the palms of our hands or our calves)...

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