Thank YOU so much, Nonny. It means a lot to me that you enjoyed reading my story, even though English is not your first language. It is a very long fic, and thanks for being patient while I write the next chapter!
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So, I was woken up this morning by a ringing mobile phone. The ringtone belonged to my husband’s phone and I rolled over just in time to see his work number on the screen before it stopped ringing. Obviously my husband had forgotten it when he left the house, and I figured it was him calling his phone to check that he had in fact left it at home…
Without thinking, I sent him a text message saying, “Yep, you left it at home”….it wasn’t until his phone beeped beside me that I realised what I had done…doh!
My inner accountant just screamed “I want one!”
Forget Google Glass, Android Wear, Smartwatches or contact lenses that give you night vision. Instead let’s talk about the awesomeness that is this 17th century Chinese abacus ring. It’s wearable tech from the Qing Dynasty, perhaps the world’s oldest smart ring.
Measuring a mere 1.2 centimeter-long by 0.7 centimeter-wide, the miniature abacus is a fully functional counting tool, but it’s so tiny that using it requires an equally dainty tool, such as a pin, to manipulate the beads, which are each less than one millimeter long."However, this is no problem for this abacus’s primary user—the ancient Chinese lady, for she only needs to pick one from her many hairpins."
oh my god ancient chinese ladies knew where it was at
Took hubby with me to Target to get maternity clothes. His reaction…”It’s a whole other world in here!” …he proceeded to pick out, much to my shock, surprisingly stylish pieces for me. I laughed and had to stop him when he wondered towards the underwear section…
The other morning…”I’ve gained 5kgs since you fell pregnant!” he says in dismay, looking at the scales.
I tell him he’s put on more weight than me, and I’m 5 months along.
"It’s your fault, you know. There’s always cooked food since you stopped working, so I eat all the time."
I suggest that I cook less appetising dishes, so he won’t be tempted to eat seconds and thirds.
"Don’t do that! Cook what the baby wants to eat!"
15 minutes ago…”Does baby feel like pizza? The place down the road is having a special…3 large pizzas, garlic bread and Coke for $20!”
He’s gone to pick up pizzas…for the baby…
When Self magazine asked cancer survivor Monika Allen for permission to use her photo from last year’s LA Marathon, she was excited for the opportunity. Allen wore a tutu and Wonder Woman shirt during the race, which fell in the midst of her chemotherapy, because she said it gave her motivation.
Allen didn’t expect to be mocked by the magazine, though. Self published her photo on the lame side of its “BS Meter” and wrote, “People think these froufrou skirts make you run faster. Now, if you told us they made people run away from you faster, maybe we would believe it.”
Self editor-in-chief Lucy Danziger later apologized, saying “I am personally mortified. I had no idea that Monika had been through cancer… It was a stupid mistake.”
Contacting a cancer survivor and asking her permission to use her picture under false pretenses and then publishing said picture in an article meant to humiliate her for her choice of clothing is reprehensible and disgusting.Monika wore a Wonder Woman costume and a tutu (which she makes herself and sells), to raise awareness for her company Glam Runner, which raises funds for charities that empowers young girls.You can purchase one here.
For a magazine that is supposedly devoted to women’s health issues and building self esteem through physical fitness to openly mock women is nothing more than bullying and shaming. Who gives a shit what women wear when they run a marathon? How does Monika’s clothing remotely affect anyone?
The real bullshit here is Self’s apology; they got called out for it and now they are afraid it will hurt sales. They have no interest in making amends to Monika and the other women they have embarrassed with their BS articles.
I hope women will reconsider their subscriptions in support of Monika Allen and all of the women they have humiliated. My infusion center has already tossed their issues in the trash where they belong.
That’s the plan :)
I write a bit everyday, and so far chapter 20 is coming along nicely!
Facebook has made this surprisingly easy…and seeing what happened to the ‘cool kids’ from high school, now that we are all 30…
Seeing where your elementary school friends end up is always fun.