Friday, Sept. 03, 2004 - 10:44 p.m.

Yes, I have sold out! lol. You will start to find Google ads on this page now. Sorry folks, but I have to figure out how to finance this site and this lifestyle that lets me focus more time on creating this stuff and less on my dayjob. I have been holding out for over 2 years for ads that were congruent with my budget travel philosphy-BUT all most budget travel companies want are banner exchanges. Those dont buy airplane tickets. I cant believe I am apologizing for ads. lol. See what a bad business person I am?!?!??!

I get the urge to write and Diaryland was going up and down every few min the night I wrote this entry. So here's the rest of it....

Had the kid I named after Aidan from Sex in the City change his name. His mom said that his name sounded too much like the Chinese word for "short." Um, ok. So, now he's Jimmy. I swear everytime I try to do something new to make things a bit more variety oriented I get put in my place. I tried to play a new game for our OH, but was poo-pooed two weeks in a row (it was friggin musical chairs! my intermediate class kids LOVED it during a class, and it fits all ages, but nooooooooooooo, "we dont have the music for it!" what?!?!?!?!) Maybe Aidan can think of a solution, oops, no more Aidan, guess we'll stuck in this shit then.

My "terrible" hair (see below) and San Francisco, September 2003.

Have my hair in hee-haw braids today. (Kinda like above pic, but my hair is a few inches longer now). No matter what counry I am in, when I do this people either overly enthusiasically tell me how great it looks or look at me weird. But I have NEVER had anything happen like today. My schedule got changed again and I am teaching my fav class for the next two weeks. I thought it would be a pleasant surprise when I showed up tonight, but this chick nearly ruined it for me.

"Your hair. Its looks terrible." She said this for me in the hall first. By the time I walked into the classroom I was already in an ornary (sp?) mood. So when she said it three more times (she was in the front row) in the first few min before class....I had to say something in return. I asked her if she knows the word "rude, r-u-d-e." She kinda looked down but was not completely out. She said it one more time, and I made a charade like I was crying and she was breaking my heart. I wanted to know that what she said was mean and that if she ever intended to use thsi English I was "teaching" her that she better stop saying shit like this.

The best part is what next. I nearly died of giddiness when a few minutes later we were reviewing the words before our spelling quiz. The 5th word down was "r-u-d-e." I kid you not. I never look at the old words before class (I teach every other class), so I was really surprised of teh timing of this word. I made it a point to look at her when we went over it in the review section AND during the quiz. I kept doing my jokey "I dont hate you but watch your step" kissy faces at her after my stern looks. I dont want her to think I hate her, I dont. She is a product of her environment. But if I am supposed to teach her my culture then I will teach her how NOT to get her ass kicked in English speaking countries.