I love the way my colleagues at work stop once in a while in the middle of the morning for a fruit break. This work ethic is along the lines of their taking a siesta at the end of their lunch hour. So a few days ago, Mr. Minh tells me that one of the ladies in the office is not eating 'cause she says she is too "fat". "Too fat" is not part of the Vietnamese vernacular. This lady in particular, at least so I was told :), still looks much younger than I am sure she is and has the figure of a 20 year-old , again so I have been told :). It's not how others perceive you, it's how you see others seeing you that matters, so I have been told.
Back at 300 degrees. When you walk out of the building from the air conditioning, it hits you like Linda Ronstadt's Heat Wave. Sarah, just after you commented on how you think of me every time someone in Ottawa complains about the heat there, I walked outside and my glasses fogged up as they do for 20 seconds due to the intense heat and humidity one confronts all of a sudden. So, it's now Dizzy-land minus 4 ... I can't wait. I have not seen that little munchkin for over a year and am curious about:
1) Her hair colour; she claims it's natural; after 2,891 dye jobs, how does one know what "natural" means.
2) If there is any jewelery protruding from odd parts of the head such as rings, pitch forks, or hacksaw parts.
3) What makes my new Dizzy tick ... the 8th wonder of the world is my little girl Naomi.
4) What she has found to eat in Seoul that closely resembles Golden Palace egg rolls.
5) What nicknames her students have given her, not that I have ever had problems thinking up my own for that little dolly, all the way from Bizzers, Moaners, or Des Cap to Imoan.
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