Easter Egg Hunt in Houston

Caroline getting the idea......

Mabel avoiding the fire ants.........

Mabel and Caroline enjoying the fruits of their labors...........

Pepe Needs Help (Continued)

Mom the Bomb told Pepe that she would not let me help him. Pepe is thinking he will never hear the end of this, and he is right!!!!

Aging

Ashley made the comment on Shady's blog that I am getting old. I responded that in many ways, I still feel very young. I still skip the rope, run, do pull-ups and ride my bike, all in an effort to slow down the aging process. And I made some comment on Shady's blog about riding in the hills by our home. Well, I'm not that good at biking. When I ride the hills, I average only about 11 miles per hour.

It is true, aging is one of life's great equalizers. I don't want to admit it, but I am getting older. My left knee sounds like a ratchet wrench when I walk upstairs. My left leg always hurts and this makes it difficult to sleep on my left side. My right shoulder hurts enough to wake me up if I sleep on my right side. My lower back hurts if I sleep on my stomach, and if I sleep on my back, I snore and Mom the Bomb doesn't sleep.

But despite these minor inconveniences, Life is Good, and definitely worth living. And I will keep skipping the rope, running, riding, and enjoying the great journey that is My Life.

Relief Society for Ex-pats

First, let me say that this is not to critizice Mom the Bomb. I mentioned this to her today, and we talked about the difficulities of getting the majority of the people in our ward to understand service. For many of them, service = social activites (dinners, parties, etc.)

The Relief Society celebrates its 166th birthday on St. Patricks day. In commemoration, our ward of ex-pats hosted a dinner with a short program. I went along to baby-sit some children so that their mothers could attend. While there, I noticed an announcement from the other, local ward that meets in our building:

Relief Society Commeration: Saturday, March 15th. Meet at the Chapel at 9:00 am. Come dressed in clothing you can work in, as we will do a service project.

Which group really 'gets it?'

Precise and Accurate Communication

Here are some additional examples of poorly communicated facts or ideas.

From an AP story about child endangerment charges beign dropped against a Chicago area mother:

'Coyne has acknowledged that she did not tell the officers her child's name after she called her husband on her cell phone and he told her not to say anything until he arrived. She said she was afraid and only wanted to wait for her husband, but police arrested her before he did.'

So, did her husband come to arrest her? That is what the report says.


A cover story on a pediatrics publication :

'How to Prevent Cervical Cancer in Your Pediatrics Practice'.

While I believe all good pediatricians want to prevent cervical cancer in their practice (colleagues, employees, etc.) I believe the article was about preventing the malady in patients. And if you know what causes cervical cancer, the way to prevent it in 'Your Pediatrics Practice' is self-evident.

I don't think this site will ever compete with Jay Leno's 'Headlines', I will continue my personal crusade to improve our written and verbal communication skills.

What, Me Worry?

I sometimes upset Mom the Bomb because I don't worry about much, which can be interpreted that I don't care. It's not that I don't care. It's just that in my mind, worry is a useless emotion, because it is passive, and quite frequently, based on incomplete information. If something goes wrong, or you encounter some unexpected negative circumstance, don't spend time worrying about it. Find the cause and do something about it.

How much of your time do you spend worrying about things?

Other Reasons Living in Mexico is Great

Again, not in any order

1. Caldo Tlapeño at VIPS. This is the best chicken soup in the world!!!
2. Tacos al Pastor just about anywhere. Tacos you will never find in the USA.
3. Bubu Lubu, a chocolate, marshmallow and jelly creation. I like the name as much as the candy.
   
4. Mom the Bomb is here with me!!! This is really the #1 reason living in Mexico is great.