What Goes Around

I opened the expensive bag of rice that Steve bought and poured it into our rice container. Guess what. Bugs. The expensive rice has lots of little black rice bugs. Worse yet, I know our househelp lady doesn't pick through the rice when she makes lunch, she just adds black seeds so I can't see the bugs. Looking forward to lunch tomorrow. Anyone want to come over?

I hate getting ripped off! Today, Steve came home with a 1kg bag of rice. You don't pick your own groceries out at the store, you just ask for something and they get it for you. So you have to check what they are giving you. And naturally, the store owner wants to sell the most expensive brand, and it feels like, especially to the foreigner. So I saw this nice brand of rice and had to look at the price. 142/-!!!!! I can get rice for 20/- that is fine and not full of rocks. So why on earth would I want rice that is 7 times as much? I try not to blame Steve for not looking, or knowing, the price. When I told him how much rice usually costs he was shocked and said he would try to take it back. Sometimes I just feel like screaming!

Yesterday I had a tea party with a discussion on Family Relationships, for the aerobic ladies. The plan was that one of the ladies would share and we would then have a discussion time. But the lady never got around to sharing. It turned into more of a "question from foreigners" time. I had hoped to also add some lessons from the Bible, but that didn't happen. I was sad when it ended. I felt hopeless. The ladies had shared their stories and they weren't ones I would enjoy living. They said the most Important thing for Indian men is their egos. And they all agreed that men love their mothers more than their wives. The worst, all men are cheaters. Now I know this is not true, not all men need big egos, not all men love their mom's more, and not all men are cheaters. But for the ones who said this, it is their reality. And that is sad. I asked a friend about the statement that all men are cheaters. Yes, she did indeed mean that they sexually cheat. And t...

Today is Micah's birthday. He is 9 years old!!! Crazy to think that it was 10 years ago that I gave birth to that big baby. I love you Micah! Happy Birthday!

Which would I choose? Fame or Fortune? There is a lot I could do with fortune. I could make my life pretty easy. But I am not a materialistic person. I'm a minimalist. I prefer to get rid of stuff. So I would choose fame. A friend is writing a book about women in India. Some of the stories will come from her relationship with women she met at the gym. And some will be my stories of relationships I have had with ladies at the gym. I am really excited to read her book. Not just about the gym and to see my name in print, but that will be a big part of it. "A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches" Proverbs something verse something. I want people to think of me as a good person who isn't bad to be around. I need people. Sure, people end up ruining everything, but I really need them. Think of church. People are the cause of all the problems at church. Or relationships, people ruin their relationships. But God created us to need each other. I...

We got four new fish for our empty fish tank. Two goldfish and two Tiger Sharks. They were in the same tank at the pet store so we figure they get along. We also needed to buy a filter since the last one we had was a joke. But the pet store didn't have the small size. He said he would have it the next day. We are a bit lazy I guess. We didn't want to make another trip to the store, so we went for the medium. The medium filter is about the same length as our tank. And it is about half as wide. So basically it takes up half of our fish tank. And it looks like a sunken submarine. When Steve put it in the tank, Micah came in to the room and told me, "The filter is so ugly." But the real fun began when we turned it on. It is so powerful that it sucks the fish into the tornado and they go flopping around. It is quite humorous to watch actually. The poor fish try to avoid it, by swimming with all their might. But eventually they get sucked in. Then they get...

I hate to admit it, but I think about death a lot more than I tell my counselors about. When you fill out the form that asks, "Do you think about dying?" I try to give them the answer I think they would like to hear. But the truth is, I think about dying a lot. Go ahead and send the men in white jackets to my house. Even in a padded room, I would think about death. I read the other day, a recommendation to think about your own death. I think it was to make us realize that our life is a blink and we really don't matter that much in the greater scheme of things. Not a very encouraging thought. But imagine you, lying in the coffin. For one day a handful of people come to visit you there and then they are gone. They go back to their lives without much thought of you not being there. All your things are soon given away (or thrown away), even your money will be spent. Family will remember you but the rest of the world forgets soon. But death is just a moment. Then th...