<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:23.667-08:00</updated><category term='dolphins'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='second week of kindergarten'/><category term='London'/><category term='Holiday party'/><category term='part-time work'/><category term='big girl&apos;s job'/><category term='incompetence'/><category term='J.O.B.'/><category term='elementary school'/><category term='Glass Bottom Boat'/><category term='Holiday Gift for Teachers'/><category term='decluttering house'/><category term='weekend getaway'/><category term='uncooked food'/><category term='hermit crabs'/><category term='mom'/><category term='freecyling'/><category term='2008'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='high school friends'/><category term='voting'/><category term='children'/><category term='snow day'/><category term='election'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='mosquitoes'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='no work'/><category term='party'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Chincoteague'/><category term='first day of school'/><category term='bad management'/><category term='Rehoboth Beach'/><category term='Cancun'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Miami'/><category term='summer camp'/><category term='Annapolis'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Maryland'/><category term='Restaurants'/><category term='Christmas Eve 2008'/><category term='Springbreak'/><category term='Cuban Immigrants'/><category term='Cape Henlopen'/><category term='Bethesda'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Washington D.C.'/><category term='Inauguration'/><category term='pre-school'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='event planning'/><title type='text'>Hu-ville</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2696781333115437262</id><published>2009-05-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:19:05.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>England</title><content type='html'>Goodness! This blog is so neglected. Here are a few pictures of our London trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZjcu5R95I/AAAAAAAAAJw/bSc_ltoDavc/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334060153942701970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZjcu5R95I/AAAAAAAAAJw/bSc_ltoDavc/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZjNpWPSPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iiWSMo7Hnp4/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334059894755510514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZjNpWPSPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iiWSMo7Hnp4/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZi88Q1OaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V_qU3cYM7Ys/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334059607775328674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZi88Q1OaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V_qU3cYM7Ys/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZiu8kq6II/AAAAAAAAAJY/gm1iKjKAmgw/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334059367340370050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZiu8kq6II/AAAAAAAAAJY/gm1iKjKAmgw/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZihoomuHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l4e-qq8piB0/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334059138649864306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZihoomuHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l4e-qq8piB0/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZiThZntTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U36ca0wvkdg/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334058896189797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZiThZntTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U36ca0wvkdg/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZiCFYxKNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rf2mGR2bhKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334058596612253906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZiCFYxKNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rf2mGR2bhKQ/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2696781333115437262?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2696781333115437262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2696781333115437262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2696781333115437262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2696781333115437262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/05/england.html' title='England'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SgZjcu5R95I/AAAAAAAAAJw/bSc_ltoDavc/s72-c/IMG_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-6137951600300499127</id><published>2009-03-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:13:11.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary school'/><title type='text'>Partying with the Elementary School Parents</title><content type='html'>Last night we attended a going away party for one of my daughter's classmate.  His family is moving to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I've never been to a party where food was catered by waiters....at someone's house before.  That was a first.  And quickly reminded me how very middle class I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  I also realized how removed I am from the stay-at-home crowd nowadays.  I still volunteer at school from time to time, but after listening to some of the conversation around me, I guess I am not as involved as I was in the past.  This saddens me.  I don't believe that I'm missing anything vital that is going on in school, yet I  still can't help but feel guilty.  But I shouldn't be.  Both my kids are doing well in school, and to my knowledge have great friends and aren't miscreants in class (did I spell that right?  miscreants?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the news was really what was going on at lunch/recess time, conversations with teachers, the next fundraiser, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally planned to quit my job for the summer, and it's still a possibility.  But with the economy the way it is...and the fact that I just got promoted, it's hard to resign now.  I even tried to use my kids as an excuse to stop working, but my supervisor keeps telling me she'll be flexible.  How do you say no to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where I'm going with this post.  It's just a very confusing time for me.  Deciding whether to be a working mom vs. stay at home mom isn't an easy choice for me.  Most people will say why can't you do both roles?  And most women can.  I guess I'm still adjusting to going back into the work force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive things about working?  Great vacations, savings for college, the husband can breathe a little easier financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling...I'll figure it out.  Please excuse my whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and quite possibly the most annoying moment at the party?  I had "one" glass of wine, and being Asian, I turn completely red faced.  Now, most of you know that it takes me at least four glasses before I become incoherent.  Every party that we go to (that involves the elementary school set), there is this particular Asian mom that runs up to me, and say "Oh, look at you.  Are you shit-faced?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bitch called me out last night.  And I guess I had enough, and asked her why she felt compelled to call me out at each and every party?  She got a little embarassed and walked away.  I guess it was her way of making a joke (as my husband quite politically pointed out), but I guess I was annoyed enough to call her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to another party next week, let's see if she'll do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, two more weeks til England!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-6137951600300499127?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6137951600300499127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=6137951600300499127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/6137951600300499127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/6137951600300499127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/03/partying-with-elementary-school-parents.html' title='Partying with the Elementary School Parents'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-6479721827617035578</id><published>2009-02-19T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:34:24.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Springbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>We're going to London!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SZ3PzBU4oiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IzcTak9rUZk/s1600-h/1198-400x400-Big-Ben-at-sunset.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304624411548623394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SZ3PzBU4oiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IzcTak9rUZk/s320/1198-400x400-Big-Ben-at-sunset.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to London!  I'm so excited.  I haven't been back since we got engaged in 1998!  We're taking the kids there for springbreak.  Our son will celebrate his 6th birthday in London.  I'm sure he'll be disappointed that he won't have a birthday party this year, but I am so excited.  We're going for 11 days, and I'd really like to visit the Cotswold while we're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-6479721827617035578?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6479721827617035578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=6479721827617035578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/6479721827617035578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/6479721827617035578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-going-to-london.html' title='We&apos;re going to London!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SZ3PzBU4oiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IzcTak9rUZk/s72-c/1198-400x400-Big-Ben-at-sunset.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-128162145754631413</id><published>2009-01-28T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:17:55.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no work'/><title type='text'>Snow Days are the best!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the couch watching the kids play Wii Fit.  Frankly, I'm too lazy to get my digital camera to take pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really appreciated snow days before, but now that I am working...I LOVE THEM!  Papa Hu took the day off yesterday to watch the kids, and today is my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to do nothing all day except catch up with "24" on my laptop.  The kids are planning to play in the snow with our neighbors kids, and I will be watching...okay, who am I kidding, I will be watching "24" while looking outside from time to time until the kids are frostbitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Snow Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-128162145754631413?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/128162145754631413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=128162145754631413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/128162145754631413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/128162145754631413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-days-are-best.html' title='Snow Days are the best!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-5510926126802188254</id><published>2009-01-26T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:37:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a 5 year old strikes out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SX3YgIahksI/AAAAAAAAAIg/alCI9SMWAR4/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295626783383720642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SX3YgIahksI/AAAAAAAAAIg/alCI9SMWAR4/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SX3YZBo7eRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rdIBwVVmgc8/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my 5 year old is upset with me.  I found this message in the play room.  Apparently, I'm not allowed to enter.  At least I know he can spell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-5510926126802188254?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5510926126802188254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=5510926126802188254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/5510926126802188254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/5510926126802188254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-5-year-old-strikes-out.html' title='When a 5 year old strikes out....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SX3YgIahksI/AAAAAAAAAIg/alCI9SMWAR4/s72-c/IMG_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-4489347991604914779</id><published>2009-01-20T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:19:52.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inauguration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><title type='text'>Inauguration 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaGPO9OZiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NT6ZPqfX2o8/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293566008291649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaGPO9OZiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NT6ZPqfX2o8/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaGDTwgz9I/AAAAAAAAAII/exr8n3JoZI8/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565803422076882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaGDTwgz9I/AAAAAAAAAII/exr8n3JoZI8/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaF9Y7F8BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7NUalTLFxv4/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565701729415186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaF9Y7F8BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7NUalTLFxv4/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaFwljDTWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BMDp9jU3Th0/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565481779940706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaFwljDTWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BMDp9jU3Th0/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaFqIXA1PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UfsmX1cc6ng/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565370865603826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaFqIXA1PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UfsmX1cc6ng/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaFd-FeI0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NLFyMJW8SrU/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565161949242178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaFd-FeI0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NLFyMJW8SrU/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired to write much, but we went into D.C. We had not planned on going, but thought that since we lived so close, we'll regret it later. Years from now, even if the kids don't remember a thing about today, they can at least say they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the kids were such troopers. No one whined! Here are some pics... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-4489347991604914779?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4489347991604914779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=4489347991604914779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4489347991604914779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4489347991604914779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-2009.html' title='Inauguration 2009'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXaGPO9OZiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NT6ZPqfX2o8/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2432184218999647207</id><published>2009-01-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:12:10.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuban Immigrants'/><title type='text'>The Cuban Immigrants</title><content type='html'>There was a serious element to our Cancun trip.  While we were waiting for our flight home, a group of about 35 people were escorted to the gate.  I thought it was peculiar that they would round up these people, and escort them on the plane, but didn't think much of it for most of the flight.  We flew into Miami first before proceeding to D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went through customs, I noticed that the same group of 35 people were again rounded up.  Some of the women and men were crying profusely.  At this point, I'm kind of taken back, because you don't normally see a large group of people, and quite a few of them crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone told me that they were Cuban immigrants.  They had to fly to Mexico first, then to the states.  The immigrants were on a three year waiting list, and had to be sponsored by a relative, and had to have a job secured for them before coming over to the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very humbling for me to see.  I've spent a week loafing around Mexico, and this was probably such a life changing event for all 35 people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another passenger told me that she ended up talking to one of the immigrants who told her that his grandfather had upset Castro, and was then put on a blacklist.  So, his grandfather could not find work, his father couldn't find work, and finally he couldn't find work.  They were just living on the kindness of other relatives.  It's just such an amazing story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see the Cubans after we left customs, but I'm thinking of them, and their new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2432184218999647207?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2432184218999647207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2432184218999647207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2432184218999647207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2432184218999647207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuban-immigrants.html' title='The Cuban Immigrants'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-4281377017156480478</id><published>2009-01-17T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:37:53.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glass Bottom Boat'/><title type='text'>Back from Cancun and not liking the weather...</title><content type='html'>Well, we're back! The trip was great. We spent alot of time at the beach, pool, eating, and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hotel has a great Kids' Club, and the kids spent a couple of hours a day there....which allowed Momma and Daddy Hu to spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Isla Mujeres, and took the kids to swim with the dolphins. Of course, they did not allow me to take pictures while we were swimming with the dolphins, and I ended up buying pictures that actually cost more than the cost of admission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was hardly anyone in Cancun. We went after the holidays, and before the start of springbreak. I've been to Cancun before when it was so busy, you'd literally step over bodies to get around. This time, we had our pick of lounges, and spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went on a "submarine." Okay, it's not really a submarine, but a glass bottom boat. In order to get to the glass bottom boat, you have to take a speed boat from the lagoon which takes you to a spot in the middle of the ocean where the glass bottom boat awaits you. It takes about 20 minutes or so to get to the gbb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were passing out free beer on the way to the gbb, so I figured...hey...it's free, and I'm feeling festive...so I down two bottles of beer in 20 minutes. Then we get to the gbb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm saying is the captain of that fucking gbb should never have gotten his boat license! We kept verving to miss the coral, or if he found some interesting marine life he'd chase after it. Before we started moving, the narrator was kind enough to make an announcement informing us that there were plastic bags underneath our seats...just in case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 minutes into the ride, I'm getting greener and greener. Meanwhile, my husband screamed at me to look at the sea turtle that's right out my window. I just looked at him, and told him "Just don't talk to me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat two rows away from the hatch, and the college kid that sat right behind me wasn't feeling all that great as well. He probably was about 6"3 and built like a linebacker. I asked him to knock on the hatch door so that I can get out. Seeing how sick I was, he starts banging on the door probably praying to God that I wasn't going to get sick on him. As the hatch opened, three guys looked down and said "Lady, you 'kay?" No, I'm not okay!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm crawling out of the bottom, and college kid/linebacker comes up with me. Now, he's asking me if I'm okay. Will people stop talking to me? I look at him as I frantically try to open my plastic bag, and proceeded to vomit....twice. Well, that set college kid/linebacker as well, because he throws up as well. And then he has the nerve to tell me that I'm contagious! What? Okay, he's obviously not going to a good college....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there's little short me, and the linebacker just standing there on top of gbb trying to ask the Mexican sailors for napkins. They totally didn't understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gbb finally glides us to the speed boat. I swear, I almost started crying tears of joy. I looked over to college kid/linebacker and he has the same look. We both jumped on the speedboat. Where I proceeded to drink water, and college kid/linebacker asked for a beer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that particular excursion, the trip went well. The weather was great the whole time, and we'd like to make it our annual trip. It was a huge shock coming from 88 degree weather to about 8 degree weather (we got home around midnight on wednesday night). But it's good to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...here are some pictures. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHiFPpy_sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LcvWS7VBe8s/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292259616866107074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHiFPpy_sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LcvWS7VBe8s/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHh0jgR8II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/unZsKY6_aYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292259330137124994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHh0jgR8II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/unZsKY6_aYQ/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhsn3gjqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b8rCeiFDwMs/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292259193869340322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhsn3gjqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b8rCeiFDwMs/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhkvLbfmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8DzhLlSAe7c/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292259058392989282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhkvLbfmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8DzhLlSAe7c/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhXHTnPcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I9GOcxk0W9s/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292258824351595970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhXHTnPcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I9GOcxk0W9s/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhJr4FURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j36-8Fy9wbI/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292258593650069778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhJr4FURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j36-8Fy9wbI/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhBBfLfRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Wpr2iLUpUjA/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292258444832374034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHhBBfLfRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Wpr2iLUpUjA/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHg4EDBOWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/h-1WJUTDM1k/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292258290900744546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHg4EDBOWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/h-1WJUTDM1k/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHgsKCHpnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mk3UO0sG8Lc/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292258086349153906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHgsKCHpnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mk3UO0sG8Lc/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHgjhIWE6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RTxeN-Nk7T4/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292257937930458018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHgjhIWE6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RTxeN-Nk7T4/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-4281377017156480478?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4281377017156480478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=4281377017156480478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4281377017156480478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4281377017156480478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-cancun-and-not-liking-weather.html' title='Back from Cancun and not liking the weather...'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SXHiFPpy_sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LcvWS7VBe8s/s72-c/IMG_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2588676147687463520</id><published>2008-12-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:22:46.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve 2008'/><title type='text'>T'was the night before Christmas, and the carnage after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Christmas eve, after much last minute shopping...we finally got the kids ready for bed. They were determined to meet Santa this year. So...we allowed them to camp out in our family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The eldest would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;let me buy cookies for Santa, because in her words "He needs to go on a diet." I almost died laughing in the grocery store. Yet candy canes, and a small piece of Ghirardelli chocolate is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284088211810378562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTaO3rJY0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OqmgJ2KssYI/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The little jingle bell was for the reindeer...just in case they lose one of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTbKaGub3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2VBhngIxV6U/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284089234665140082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTbKaGub3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2VBhngIxV6U/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; much sleep happening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTb_Rsrv8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/u9Zi0iqlYVM/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284090142941495234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTb_Rsrv8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/u9Zi0iqlYVM/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too excited to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, around 11pm, we realized that the kids were asleep. My husband had to sneak into the garage (I bought a few more toys on Christmas eve at 7pm...yes, I know, I was asking for trouble, but seeing the mass of humanity at Toys R Us...I didn't feel like such a chump). Our garage door is right next to couch, and the door creaks. I was cringing when he slid the door open. Let's just say that my husband will never make the cut for the C.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we were wrapping the last few presents, we heard little feet come down the stairs. We flung the presents, scissors, tape, and wrapping paper in the back room just in time to see our son ask us if Santa arrived yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finally got everything wrapped and underneath the tree around 2am. The kids woke us up at 6:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTe5KmMjII/AAAAAAAAAFY/qMEQoVQ6wcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093336490904706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTe5KmMjII/AAAAAAAAAFY/qMEQoVQ6wcQ/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The eldest with her most requested gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTezFhjYbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_YFmfOs9xtg/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093232050037170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTezFhjYbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_YFmfOs9xtg/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The male progeny with his most requested gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTg0CqjCuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JqjE1dOH6g0/s1600-h/IMG_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284095447485582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTg0CqjCuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JqjE1dOH6g0/s320/IMG_0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wasted no time getting the Nintendo DS open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTgia5Rd0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/78GLYC15CX8/s1600-h/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284095144752150338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTgia5Rd0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/78GLYC15CX8/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neither did he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTgHE6EJxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JX210XFsCKU/s1600-h/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284094674993424146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTgHE6EJxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JX210XFsCKU/s320/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The irony of Christmas morning? The son took all the discarded boxes, and started playing with those instead of his new presents. I could have saved a ton of money my child! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTf5h84uMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6bqaDsV9xDc/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284094442271717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTf5h84uMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6bqaDsV9xDc/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, but look at that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTfR91Z6EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EDP1k61iwvw/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093762561763394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTfR91Z6EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EDP1k61iwvw/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy Hu bought Momma Hu this for Christmas. Hmm...I really appreciate this, but I'm starting to wonder if it's a hint about my current physical condition. Thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTfIgLJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/coTiOyrJDLc/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284093599981104690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTfIgLJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAFg/coTiOyrJDLc/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Daddy had the unfortunate task of trying to put a Lego set together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Hu also received a gift from Santa...he got an iPOD nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;L, Thanks for hosting Christmas lunch/dinner! C, Daddy Hu had a great time hanging out with your hubby, and we'll try to have you guys over for dinner soon. I hope everyone had a great Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2588676147687463520?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2588676147687463520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2588676147687463520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2588676147687463520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2588676147687463520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmas-and-carnage.html' title='T&apos;was the night before Christmas, and the carnage after.'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SVTaO3rJY0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OqmgJ2KssYI/s72-c/IMG_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-967202735658300731</id><published>2008-12-17T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:30:09.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncooked food'/><title type='text'>Why I can never be a chef...</title><content type='html'>I set my alarm to wake up at 6am.  My office party is today. For some reason, I thought that making two quiches FRESH this morning was a good idea. So, I spent about 30 minutes cutting, dicing, slicing, etc....put the two quiches in the oven around 6:30am, made a cup of coffee, and figured that I had plenty of time to relax.  Well, the timer just went off....I went to check on the quiches, and they were.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;uncooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I turned off the oven, but I apparently did. I have at least another hour before I have to get the kids on the bus, but damn...it's not my morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-967202735658300731?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/967202735658300731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=967202735658300731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/967202735658300731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/967202735658300731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-can-never-be-chef.html' title='Why I can never be a chef...'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-8917912641468759347</id><published>2008-12-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:18:15.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Gift for Teachers'/><title type='text'>Holiday Gifts for teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SUO1oN1j8YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r6m9IkTswhk/s1600-h/christmas-gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SUO1oN1j8YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r6m9IkTswhk/s400/christmas-gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279262890722062722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of three room parents for my son's kindergarten class.  Since we are in a Chinese Immersion Program, we have two teachers.  Both the kindergarten and1st grade class (my daughter is in the 1st grade Chinese Immersion Program) share the same two teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the 1st grade room parents and I decided to combine our respective classes holiday contributions and get gift cards for the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much we collected? $600!  That's $300 per teacher.  I am really excited, because we all know that teachers are sorely underpaid.  There is one teacher in particular who is always at our school.  I remember seeing her after a PTA meeting (and it was way after 8:30pm) at school.  I am amazed at how much time teachers actually spend at their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me more is the incredible generosity from the parents.  I didn't ask for a particular amount, but left it up to each family to donate as little or as much as they'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One family in particular has fallen on hard times, but the mom came up to me and gave me a contribution.  I can tell that she was embarrassed by the amount that she gave me (a bag of 7 quarters), and actually started to tear up and said that she wished she could have given more.  I told her that her donation was incredibly generous and gave her a smile (I really was trying to keep from tearing up in front of her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Christmas can be an incredibly commercialized and materialistic time, but it's people like that particular mom that has restored my faith in the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-8917912641468759347?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8917912641468759347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=8917912641468759347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8917912641468759347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8917912641468759347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-gifts-for-teachers.html' title='Holiday Gifts for teachers'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SUO1oN1j8YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r6m9IkTswhk/s72-c/christmas-gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-4708445132280355433</id><published>2008-11-21T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:00:05.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancun'/><title type='text'>We're going to Cancun!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SSc6DImcgXI/AAAAAAAAADw/gPzJZq4EwRw/s1600-h/cancun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SSc6DImcgXI/AAAAAAAAADw/gPzJZq4EwRw/s400/cancun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271245714383208818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally booked our trip last night.  I'm exhausted after researching all the different places that we wanted to visit.  Seriously...I booked our trip at 1:31am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we started with the Dominican Republic, then we moved to Hawaii, but was told by family members that it's the rainy season and since we only wanted to take a week off from work....the 12 hour flight (with layovers) did not seem too appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even thought about going to Europe, but the Euro is still so strong, and it's cold there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we definitely want to go some where warm, where we wouldn't feel guilty just sitting and reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our fourth time there, but we've never taken the kids.  Because we are cheap...we are taking the kids out of school the first week of January....yeah, I know...I should feel guilty about the truancy issue, huh?  But it'll save us $800!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hopefully will be able to take them to a Sea Turtle Sanctuary and a dolphin discovery program while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Mama and Papa Hu sorely need a vacation.  So, we're off to "ME-HE-CO" January 7th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-4708445132280355433?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4708445132280355433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=4708445132280355433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4708445132280355433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4708445132280355433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-going-to-cancun.html' title='We&apos;re going to Cancun!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SSc6DImcgXI/AAAAAAAAADw/gPzJZq4EwRw/s72-c/cancun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2623792487504279147</id><published>2008-11-04T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:48:59.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Voting with a child</title><content type='html'>I just got back from voting. I couldn't sleep last night. I woke up with a source of nervous energy. The interesting thing....my daughter actually woke up before I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few weeks, she's been keenly aware of the elections. In fact, her classmates were discussing "who" they were voting for. I thought this was interesting. I'm not sure if it's due to our proximity to D.C. or if children every where are keen about the elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our daughter seemed so interested, we agreed that she could come with one of us to go vote. While driving to the polling station, there was a radio ad for Barack Obama, and my daughter said "That sounds like Barack." Again, I am so surprised how much she can differentiate between the candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed that once we were in line, we probably shouldn't voice who we are voting for. I told her that voting is a very personal matter, and other people may not be voting for the same person. She totally got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed cars with McCain bumper stickers, and she counted them along the way. She also counted Obama bumper stickers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line wasn't horribly long, but we did end up waiting for 30 minutes (and I got there around 6:55am). The person in front of us is originally from Trinidad, and the person behind us is originally from Honduras, and I'm originally from Vietnam. My daughter asked us why we were allowed to vote since none of us were born in the U.S. I told her even if we were not born in the U.S., we all became U.S. citizens and are priviledged enough to vote. It was an interesting history lesson, and my daughter really enjoyed talking to our fellow voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got to our poll booth, my daughter quietly watched me vote. I had a flashback of my own childhood...going to vote with my parents. That left an impression on me. The importance of a vote, and I hope today left an impression on my daughter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has....she asked me when she can start voting. I told her when she turned 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left hand in hand, but not before buying $10 worth of baked goods and coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2623792487504279147?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2623792487504279147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2623792487504279147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2623792487504279147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2623792487504279147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting-with-child.html' title='Voting with a child'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-948645688425788663</id><published>2008-11-03T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:26:03.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend getaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>The weekend getaway sans childrens</title><content type='html'>We were only gone for less than 24 hours, but what a difference it made!  We dropped the kids off at our friend's house, and took the metro into D.C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband takes the metro every day to work, but for some reason, he was positively giddy taking the metro a mere 8 stops away from home (and don't think that I didn't take advantage of his good mood, but more on this later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran to the hotel, and dropped off our bag, and had lunch at Lebanese Taverna.  The weather was gorgeous, and we ended up staying at the restaurant for two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO HOURS!  Normally, we'd speed eat to get out of a restaurant quickly due to the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we walked from Woodley Park all the way past Farragut North.  I know it's probably not that long of a walk (30 minutes), but we'd never get past two blocks with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the kids, when we were just dating/newly married, we'd go to Dupont Circle alot.  "Kramer's Bookstore" was our haunt, and we were pretty nostalgic walking into the store.  Granted, it's not a mega store like "Borders" or "Barnes and Noble," but I have a soft spot for the non-chain book stores.  They're more intimate, and most times I can find books that are not to be found at the chain stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every corner of D.C. is gearing up for the election (and if you read this before November 4th....Rock the Vote tomorrow people!).  We saw tons of Obama t-shirts and buttons, but strangely no McCain stuff....hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the husband's generous mood.  We passed both Ann Taylor and Filene's Basement, and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt; me to go in both shops.  I left with a new purse, dress, and sweater.  Come to think of it, why didn't I drop more money on clothes?  He got off cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to scrap the movies.  There was nothing playing at the theaters that we had to see.  I thought the new Bond movie was coming out this weekend, but it's next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do we do?  We ended up watching "Hell Boy 2" in our room.  I got to pick out new clothes, he gets to pick out the movie...it's only fair.  Still, $15 for on-demand!  Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11pm we realized that we totally forgot about dinner.  We ended up going to "Open City" and then taking a long walk around town.  We didn't get back to our room until 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously didn't want the night to end.  I love my kids, but sometimes, well...most of the time...we are in "mommy and daddy mode", and you'd tend to forget that you are a couple and friends.  This past weekend, it was nice to just focus on us for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we miss the kids though?  You bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-948645688425788663?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/948645688425788663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=948645688425788663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/948645688425788663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/948645688425788663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-getaway-sans-childrens.html' title='The weekend getaway sans childrens'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-7077602789263016649</id><published>2008-10-17T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:26:24.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend getaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.O.B.'/><title type='text'>Catching up with the Hu's</title><content type='html'>Goodness, it's been awhile since I posted.  And since I have an audience of maybe five.....you must all be waiting with bated breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J.O.B. is okay.  Work is completely overrated, and I already have mommy guilt.  I haven't been volunteering nearly as much as I use to at their school, and it's hard to get home from work (totally exhausted most days, because...well now I have to actually use my brain) and have to help the kids with their homework, after school activities (swimming and gymnastics...who was the genius that scheduled that...oh, it was me.), and Chinese homework.  Most nights I'm so tired, and fall asleep around 9:30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who do you think is getting the short end of the stick?  The husband.  I put so much effort trying to make sure that the kids are getting adjusted to me going back to work, that I forget it's a bit of a strain for PaPa Hu.  I barely have the energy to talk to him at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....since he still doesn't know that this blog exists....it's safe to share that I'm going to whisk him away for a weekend of fun in two weeks in D.C. (I know...lame right?  We're basically staying in the same town, but at least it's in the "city.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends are going to watch the little Hu's, and I booked a room at the Mandarin Oriental hotel in D.C. (which is oddly enough located right next door to his office....on second thought...maybe the Mandarin Oriental isn't such a great idea). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already booked reservations for his very favorite restaurant, and figured we can go see the new James Bond movie that night (a win-win for the both of us.  He gets to watch his action flick, and I can watch the hotness that is Daniel Craig).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with all this planning...how much do you want to bet that one of the little Hu's will get sick, and I'll have to cancel everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-7077602789263016649?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7077602789263016649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=7077602789263016649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/7077602789263016649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/7077602789263016649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/10/catching-up-with-hus.html' title='Catching up with the Hu&apos;s'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-5258922431727103858</id><published>2008-09-22T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:39:29.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethesda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurants'/><title type='text'>"But I don't like Chinese Food."</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a "cooking free" weekend for Momma Hu. We spent so much of our weekend outside, and I was honestly too tired to lift a wok...just kidding my Asian friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On satuday, we were in Bethesda all afternoon. Bethesda has a plethora of restaurants. Seriously, you can find any kind of cuisine in that area. Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Spanish, Americana, etc....So, we are walking from restaurant to restaurant and getting vetoes from the kids. "How about pizza?" No..."What about Mexican?" No...."Okay Chinese?" "But I don't like Chinese food." What? Seriously dudes....you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on to "La Madeleine." My eldest liked none of the soups (which we all tried in their tiny little tasting cups). I swear, the restaurant worker could have killed us with her eyes as we walked out of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're off to "Chipotle." Again, nothing the kids wanted to eat! I was so desperate at this point for food, and the husband was just plain tired. So, what do we do? We head home for leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, yesterday after leaving Chinese school....we went to eat Chinese food...which the kids ate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-5258922431727103858?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5258922431727103858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=5258922431727103858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/5258922431727103858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/5258922431727103858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-i-dont-like-chinese-food.html' title='&quot;But I don&apos;t like Chinese Food.&quot;'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-3369309865209476470</id><published>2008-09-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:00:39.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big girl&apos;s job'/><title type='text'>Getting a big girl's job....</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to finally do it.  I'm going to get a big girl's job.  It's been over six years since I've been in the corporate environment, and honestly...I didn't love it, but I miss having the income. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very dear friend who has offered me a very generous and flexible job, and I'd be crazy not to take it.  It's only for 20 hours/week, and I should be done just in time to pick the kids up from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my carefree days of a woman of leisure is coming to an end.  I'm going to miss having my mornings free to volunteer, and doing various errands, but it'll be a nice change.  I think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-3369309865209476470?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3369309865209476470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=3369309865209476470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/3369309865209476470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/3369309865209476470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-big-girls-job.html' title='Getting a big girl&apos;s job....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2940512503738497293</id><published>2008-09-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:34:34.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Teasing is never okay.</title><content type='html'>I'm so mad right now, and probably need to just vent.  So, if you want to bypass this post, by all means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my children are in the Chinese Immersion Program in their elementary school.  Half of the day is taught in Chinese, and the other half in English.  This is a very good school, and I feel that there is a huge cultural make-up which is an asset.  I grew up in a very small town, and went to private school.  I was one of the only two minorities in my whole entire high school.  So, I really wanted my kids to go to a diverse school, and live in a diverse community.  I think for the majority of the time, we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight, during dinner, my son mentioned that a little boy in his class keeps teasing him at lunchtime.  I asked him what he did.  My son said that he's speaking to me in a funny way.  I asked him what did it sound like..."well, he sounded like he's trying to speak Chinese, but he's not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony?  My son doesn't speak a lick of Chinese, and this boy is in the Chinese Immersion Program.  I would like to think that this kid is so prolific in Chinese that my son just doesn't understand him.  Coincidentally, I volunteered in the classroom today, and this kid was out of control.  He wouldn't sit to do his work, and talked back to the teacher.  So, I'm guessing this kid does not speak Chinese fluently, but just a bad egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is...do I speak up to the teacher or ride it out and see if it improves?  I'm very touchy about this, because I was teased alot in school, and gave me all sorts of self-esteem problems.  My parents pretty much told me to suck it up, but I don't think that my son has to deal with this.  At the same time, I don't want to step in all the time, and seem like an overbearing mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had to deal with this with my daughter or at our previous school.  I also want my kids to be proud of their heritage and not be embarrassed that we are Asian.  It just broke my heart when my son said that he wishes he was Caucasian.  Can you believe that?  I better stop or I will never stop typing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2940512503738497293?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2940512503738497293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2940512503738497293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2940512503738497293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2940512503738497293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/racial-teasing-is-never-okay.html' title='Racial Teasing is never okay.'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2497986854506914444</id><published>2008-09-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:49:45.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annapolis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school friends'/><title type='text'>90210 has got nothing on 21401</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've just recently joined Facebook...yes...I know that I was born before 1980! But it's been a really great way of hooking up with old high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that a few of us decided to meet in our home town of Annapolis, MD last night.. Granted, some of us didn't stray far from Annapolis...but there were a few who moved to Puerto Rico, Delaware (again..I know not that far), and South Africa. It just worked out that all of us were in town at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and I were going to make a weekend out of it....had a friend willing to take the kids over night, and booked a hotel in Annpolis....but what happens? The son gets a fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up driving to Annapolis (sans husband) with my friend from Puerto Rico, and she spent the night with me at the hotel.  So much for that romantic weekend, eh D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see so many old friends, and actually stay out beyond 10pm. In fact, we left the bar around 2am, and since my friend and I were sharing the hotel room...we stayed up til 4am gossiping. Ah...high school.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SMSCZ5NRc3I/AAAAAAAAADo/vyFLcAteUk0/s1600-h/reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243459247530931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SMSCZ5NRc3I/AAAAAAAAADo/vyFLcAteUk0/s400/reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                         Saint Mary's Class of 1991&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2497986854506914444?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2497986854506914444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2497986854506914444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2497986854506914444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2497986854506914444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/90210-has-got-nothing-on-21401.html' title='90210 has got nothing on 21401'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SMSCZ5NRc3I/AAAAAAAAADo/vyFLcAteUk0/s72-c/reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-7885958130200822996</id><published>2008-09-03T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:04:58.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second week of kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten is fun!  At least for now....</title><content type='html'>My how a week can change things!  My son is now exclaiming how wonderful kindergarten is.  He found the one friend that has changed everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's known little "E" for two years, but has never really paid that much attention to her....until now.  Last week when he was having one of his many breakdowns (he cried every day like clockwork...after recess last week), she gave him a hug and handed him a tissue.  Thus starts the love-fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that they sat next to each other during circle time (yes, I'm the nosy mom that peaked in the window). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thrilled that he feels more comfortable, because...I have to tell you...I was sweating bullets over this past week with worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really goes to show how life can be much easier if you just had that one friend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-7885958130200822996?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7885958130200822996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=7885958130200822996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/7885958130200822996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/7885958130200822996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindergarten-is-fun-at-least-for-now.html' title='Kindergarten is fun!  At least for now....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-2812077141159074896</id><published>2008-08-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:06:14.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Successful First Day of Kindergarten....sort of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SLSSwRP1VeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5knI06wjaL0/s1600-h/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973624499918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SLSSwRP1VeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5knI06wjaL0/s320/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that I slept a wink last night. AT.ALL. I could not get over the fact that my baby is starting elementary school. I mean, wasn't it yesterday that I took him home from the hospital? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at school and there was literally a mass of humanity there. We were swimming through children, parents, and teachers just to get to the kids' classrooms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter waved us off, and headed right into her classroom. Okay, we knew she'd be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked into the son's classroom, and every single child in that room looked frightened. No one talked to each other, and they all sat at their little desks with a blank sheet of paper and crayons. Not one child would even draw. I asked my son to write his name and he obliged. He then turned around and whispered "Mommy...I'm scared. Can you stay with me?" My husband knew that I was going to lose it and said to him "Mommy can't stay, but she'll be here to pick you up at the end of the day." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked out of the classroom, and I lost my SHIT! Literally just bawled. I think that I scared the crap out of my husband. He ushered me to a corner and tried to calm me down. When I looked up...I started a chain reaction, because several other moms were just bawling along with me. The poor husbands looked so stunned and confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband asked me if he should take the rest of the day off, but I told him I'd be fine. I had a doctor's appointment and planned to meet my friend L for lunch. Both of these events were a much needed distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At dismissal, I was wondering which child would come out first. The kindergarteners get dismissed separately from the rest of the school, but I saw that both walked out hand in hand. I asked the eldest how they managed to get dismissed at the same time...she responded "I told Ms. S that I needed to get my little brother." Gold stars for the eldest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought all was well until one of the other moms cornered me and said that my son started crying at lunchtime. Apparently, I packed him too much food, and he had a stomach ache. So, they sent him to the health room for recess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was more nerves than anything else, but it kills me that the first day of school resulted in some tears for Lumpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw his teacher and asked if he was fine otherwise...she said he was fine for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would volunteer at lunch and recess, but I think that the son needs some time away from me before I start volunteering. I don't want him to think that I will always be at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope tomorrow brings less tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SLSS8thub5I/AAAAAAAAADY/0qdtnnQW-NQ/s1600-h/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973838249586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SLSS8thub5I/AAAAAAAAADY/0qdtnnQW-NQ/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-2812077141159074896?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/2812077141159074896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=2812077141159074896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2812077141159074896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/2812077141159074896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/sucessful-first-day-of-kindergartensort.html' title='Successful First Day of Kindergarten....sort of....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SLSSwRP1VeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5knI06wjaL0/s72-c/IMG_1280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-1775081469957533535</id><published>2008-08-25T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:17:48.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Kindergarten is here!</title><content type='html'>You'd think that since I've been through this (the eldest just finished kindergarten this past school year) before, that I'd be prepared for the youngest to start kindergarten. You'd be wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the decision to send him to kindergarten this year. I prefer to wait for another year, while my husband believes that he's ready. I do think he's ready, but he's just not quite as mature as I'd like him to be for school. I also view him as "the baby" and maybe it's more of an emotional feeling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to open house today, and by sheer luck...both my kids have exactly the same two teachers (the kids are in a Chinese Immersion program...half the day is taught in English, the other half in Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son seems excited, but nervous. He talked about bullies, and asked me if I will stay at school with him. It almost broke my heart to hear him talk about bullies already. It's as if he's gearing himself for the worse case scenario. At the same time, he knows at least six kids in his class already, and I can only hope that eases his anxiety a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to take the kids to school together, and I will be an empty nester for the first time. I will probably keep my eye on the clock until 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that nervous for my daughter. She seemed so excited to see her friends, and has already told me that she'll look after her little brother. I had to swallow a huge lump in my throat when she held his hand and pointed to the different rooms in school, and leaned over to him and said "Don't be scared. I'll be here." I have to say, I felt really proud at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that school is going to be a positive experience for both my children, but letting go is so hard. I have a feeling that I won't be sleeping well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-1775081469957533535?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1775081469957533535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=1775081469957533535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/1775081469957533535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/1775081469957533535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-kindergarten-is-here.html' title='First day of Kindergarten is here!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-9013005803914940820</id><published>2008-08-24T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:11:53.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SURVIVED TEXAS....LAND OF THE DIAL UP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Details to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-9013005803914940820?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/9013005803914940820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=9013005803914940820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/9013005803914940820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/9013005803914940820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-survived-texasland-of-dial-up.html' title='I SURVIVED TEXAS....LAND OF THE DIAL UP!!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-4771376375380912929</id><published>2008-08-11T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:42:18.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chincoteague'/><title type='text'>Chincoteague (or where the Mosquitoes vacation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our friend, M, graciously invited me (along with the little Hu's) and another friend (also with two kids) to stay at her family's camper for a few days in Chincoteague. Now, I've lived in Maryland all my life, and have never been to Chincoteague. I've been to Ocean City, Rehoboth, Dewey, Bethany, and Assateague, but never Chincoteague. So, I was intrigued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be 2.5 days with the kids sans husband. I smelled trouble a brewing, but I figured that there will be a few other moms there, so no &lt;em&gt;"permanent"&lt;/em&gt; damage can befall on my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to carpool with my friend, C, up to (or down to or across to...I don't know my geography) the beach. I told my friend that I will try my best to get to her place around 8:30am, but I also knew that the husband is so not a morning person....we didn't get to their place until 9am. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did I tell you C?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I managed to get up early, go grocery shopping, feed and dress the kids, but the husband could not manage to get up before 8:15am....UGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 hours later, we are in Chincoteague. We crossed a bridge littered with dead birds. C asked "why are there so many dead birds?" I said...."all I know is....we are so not eating the fish in this town!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the camp site, and met up with M....who is so dark from being there for the last two weeks. Is it possible to be a redhead &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;tan? I envy thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach is really nice, and miraculously no one got sunburned. The kids were all well behaved and had fun collecting sand crabs, and cocinas (the little clam thingies that are the size of a rice kernel)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCIxXA3dMI/AAAAAAAAACo/dcj4R1OBssg/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233333148577133762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCIxXA3dMI/AAAAAAAAACo/dcj4R1OBssg/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little Hu's and friends on the beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We took the kids to play miniature golf, and probably annoyed the crap out of the people behind us...because there were nine of us...and we were slow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCP8Zdo4VI/AAAAAAAAACw/MpwmPk6vuuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233341034794639698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCP8Zdo4VI/AAAAAAAAACw/MpwmPk6vuuQ/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miniature golf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The moment we stepped out of the car (returning from the beach) we were attacked by mosquitoes. I mean, not just a little bit, but ALOT! I was a little shocked at how fierce the mosquitoes were there. I mean, when I woke up in the morning, I had a welt on my face. Apparently, I was bitten while sleeping. I also woke up to planes spraying the area with bug spray, and they also have a truck that drives by and spray the area as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all had our bathing suits out on the clothes line to dry overnight. C wondered if we should rinsed them since the area was sprayed....well that would be the smart thing to do right? To rinse the clothes....but I was too lazy to...so me and the little Hu's will probably come down with some funky illness because my ass was too lazy to run our suits under water or something.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second day at the beach...utterly gorgeous. We spent like four hours or something there, and again &lt;em&gt;no sunburn&lt;/em&gt;....We left the beach to get ice cream. Now...how much do you think ice cream cost? I mean we bought three small scoops, and two large ones with the fancy waffle cones.....$14! Apparently, Chincoteague has a 9% tax rate. 9%! M forgot to tell us that if you ask for the "kid size" cones, you'd save alot of money. She bought two cones for like $2.50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had dinner, sprayed the kids down with &lt;em&gt;OFF!&lt;/em&gt; and then headed back to the beach for a beach fire. We planned on roasting marshmellows for s'mores. My kids (along with the others) were so looking forward to this event. I bought two bags of marshmellows, two boxes of graham crackers, and two trays of chocolates bars. Needless to say, we were prepared to put our kids in a sugar coma. But as we were driving to the beach, we noticed that there were alot of cars driving away from the beach. And now I know why....I think the whole Mosquitoes species descended on the beach. We didn't last ten minutes there. We stayed for the ghost story, and as soon as the fire opened up to everyone...I let each child roast just one marshmellow....I didn't even break into the chocolate before I bellowed that we needed to get the heck out of there (I used a slightly different word though....). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are so afraid of getting bittened, that getting out of the car was like a military exercise. We unhooked all the kids, made sure everyone was positioned right near the exit, threw the doors opened, and screamed "Run, run, run!" Our kids high tailed it out of the mini-van and into the camper in like five seconds flat. It was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That night, determined not to get bittened again...I slept with the covers totally over my head (except for my nose...I will sacrifice my nose for oxygen). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the last day that we were there, we took the kids fishing. I'm going to give my woman M props for this. For she is a WOMAN, and I am merely a girl in the fishing department. Girlfriend single handedly baited six fishing rods with live minnows, and also sliced frozen squid for bait. Surprisingly, the four out of the six kids caught a fish! M was good about unhooking them and throwing them back in the water. Of course, when my daughter caught one...M was not in the area. C and I kind of looking at each other...realizing that neither of us were willing to touch the thing...so I screamed at a teenager nearby if they can help. Nice, huh? "Hey, I've never met you, but could you pull this stinking, writhing, slimy thing off my hook? Thanks man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCQMYTSh0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PKoQtKIrhYc/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233341309360703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCQMYTSh0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PKoQtKIrhYc/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The female Hu progeny caught a fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heck, I tried fishing too! At one point, I thought I caught something....I'm reeling and reeling and it just never let up. I had M try to reel it in...she said "If you caught something...this is the mother of all fish!" I was getting so excited, because damn...I am a WOMAN afterall. But this is what I caught.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCQ9LaaaDI/AAAAAAAAADA/NTGS7NvScfc/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233342147714508850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCQ9LaaaDI/AAAAAAAAADA/NTGS7NvScfc/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCQ9LaaaDI/AAAAAAAAADA/NTGS7NvScfc/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catching a crabbing net &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; weights attached....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after all of this camping, isn't it time the Hu's get to go on a luxurious vacation some where?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are leaving in a couple of days to go to Houston....where we will be staying at a ridiculously trendy and luxurious boutique hotel....my pay off for visiting the in-laws. Will must try to weasle out a massage and facial from the hubby while I'm there as well.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-4771376375380912929?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4771376375380912929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=4771376375380912929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4771376375380912929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4771376375380912929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/chincoteague-or-where-mosquitoes.html' title='Chincoteague (or where the Mosquitoes vacation)'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SKCIxXA3dMI/AAAAAAAAACo/dcj4R1OBssg/s72-c/IMG_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-1558178370043245128</id><published>2008-08-04T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:47:52.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How dieting has ruined my life....</title><content type='html'>I've posted about joining WW.  I've lost a whopping 3lbs.  Well, let me tell you...I went to my weigh in on saturday......and it wasn't pretty.....We went out to dinner three times this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Burger King last tuesday. I had my first hamburger since the summer started (it was only a Whopper Jr!), oh...and French fries....small French fries....and I had a diet soda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Baltimore to visit my brother-in-law (who's in town for business) on wednesday and ate at Phillips' Seafood Restaurant.  I rarely get to have a decent crab cake...so...I had one.  But forgot to ask for a broiled crab cake...so I got a fried one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I went to California Pizza Kitchen with a friend of mine (and three kids in tow).  That was the day before my weigh in.  I knew better, but I rarely get to go out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I was totally prepared to have lost like maybe .5 lb, because I have been working my a$$ off for a whole month.  I've been running five miles a day, and lifting!  I literally have not missed a day of exercise in a month.  I've been crazy exercising!  But when I stepped on that scale, I actually gained a damn pound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sweating and killing myself on that damn treadmill!!!!  For naught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have back to back vacations, and parties this month.  I'm going to Acadia for dinner next week (L, J, and E...totally looking forward to it).  It's a "high brow" Cajun food restaurant.  My husband, who grew up in Baton Rouge, LA, says there is no such thing as "high brow" Cajun food. If you know anything about Cajun food, it's literally cooked in fat.  Think bacon grease as butter.  Rice and beans are the staple.  Try finding anything diet friendly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet or rather "lifestyle" change is killing me!  My friend that joined WW with me....she's lost 7 lbs already......without exercise....bitch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-1558178370043245128?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/1558178370043245128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=1558178370043245128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/1558178370043245128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/1558178370043245128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-dieting-has-ruined-my-life.html' title='How dieting has ruined my life....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-4401073249792739217</id><published>2008-08-03T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:26:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over scheduling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you ever have one of those weeks when you are just overscheduled?  I'm going to have one of those months....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I leave on Tuesday to go to the beach with three girlfriends and a total of seven kids.  All of us are staying in a camper.  This ought to be interesting!  I'm trying not to overpack, but knowing me...I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get back on thursday after noon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Friday, we're going to the MC Agricultural fair.  This is the last year they are holding it near our house, and I've been meaning to take the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, we're throwing a friend a going away party.  That will take all day, and probably all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sunday, we have a birthday party to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Monday...playdate in the morning and we're going out to dinner that night(It's Restaurant Week in D.C.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Tuesday...I get to pack for our trip to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in Texas for 10 days.  We're planning to take the kids to Sea World while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're coming back August 23rd.  On the 24th, we're going to a Pot Luck for the families in my eldest's class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And...the kids are going back to school August 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, normally this type of schedule doesn't phase me, but the travel and the timing of the beginning of school is really throwing me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Let's hope I survive this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-4401073249792739217?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4401073249792739217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=4401073249792739217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4401073249792739217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4401073249792739217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-scheduling.html' title='Over scheduling'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-8180893807537974738</id><published>2008-07-27T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:29:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Age has arrived!</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a tingling in my arm.  Just really sore.  I freak out, and flip on the computer to google the symptoms.  Panicked, I wake my husband up to inform him that I may be having a "minor heart attack."  He calmly looks at me, and says "Didn't you lift with weights yesterday?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-8180893807537974738?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8180893807537974738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=8180893807537974738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8180893807537974738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8180893807537974738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/middle-age-has-arrived.html' title='Middle Age has arrived!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-8394388873858649317</id><published>2008-07-25T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:53.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rehoboth Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cape Henlopen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermit crabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Camping....Part Deux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who says camping isn't fun? The Hu's are here to prove the naysayers wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time my fearless crew and I tried some camping fun at Cape Henlopen, DE. It's about two miles from Rehoboth Beach. We get there to find that our site is still occupied. Annoyed, I dialed the park ranger, and he promptly arrives to correct the situation. Well, it turns out that our site wasn't occupied. It's just tiny. We were literally on top of another site. So, we placed our tent as far as possible from the other campers...which put us near the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much cursing, we managed to not kill each other and pitch our tent and screen house (hell yeah we needed a screen house...the mosquitoes are Cape Henlopen's mascot). The kids were so excited about going to the beach so...we tried to walk there...and got lost. I swear, the beach was taunting us...we could hear the tide...we...just...couldn't...find...it. So, we truck back to our car, and drove there. Ahhh....much better! We found it in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night there...HUMID AND HOT! No one slept in their sleeping bags. Children and husband are getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, but I surprisingly am left alone. To spray or not to spray the children....that is the question. It's DEET vs. West Nile Virus. West Nile Virus wins...I spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day....we DRIVE to the beach (not doing the walking thing). Step over suntanned bodies to find a decent spot. Stay for four hours. Husband gets sunburned, and like the caring wife that I am...I laugh, because he has a &lt;em&gt;hat line.&lt;/em&gt; After the beach, we go outlet shopping and spend way too much money. Looking at our new purchases and camping equipment...my husband looks at me and says..."Maybe we should be thinking of getting a bigger car?" You think? I've been begging him for a mini-van, but he's not ready to go down that route yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227411232423884914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIt-0eODOHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y4ZsMJNtI9Q/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The little Hu's enjoying the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second night...HUMID AND HOT! And bonus!....Our neighbors left one day early! I would like to think that we had nothing to do with it, but I guess it's not too romantic to have a family of four camping right next to you, and having a 5 year old boy keep asking his parents if he can "pee in the bushes." I'm &lt;em&gt;sure &lt;/em&gt;we had nothing to do with them leaving early....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day....we decided to take the kids to Cape May, NJ on the ferry. We rush out of our tent, and arrive at 8:00am to catch the first ferry. Only to find out that the first ferry doesn't run until 9:30 and the terminal wasn't even open yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferry ride was fantastic. We had good weather, and saw dolphins frolicking in the water. We get to Cape May, and decide to take the "Victorian trolley tour." We walked to the trolley a whole 10 minutes early, but every single seat next to the windows were taken. We are stuck in the back of the trolley with no air. The youngest child was not thrilled, and really...what is worse than a whiny 5 year old? He promptly falls asleep on top of me for the whole entire tour...sweating up a storm. By the time that we got off the trolley, I had a sweat imprint the shape of my son on my shirt and pants. Yeah, I looked attractive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIuCcWqadoI/AAAAAAAAACg/adDZWRtAUs8/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227415216125015682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIuCcWqadoI/AAAAAAAAACg/adDZWRtAUs8/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cape May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We get back to Rehoboth and go outlet shopping yet again...and this time...come back with two new hermit crabs. "Goldine" and "Pikachu." We take the kids to "Funland" (if you are a parent you must take your kids to Funland in Rehoboth...it's like a mini-amusement park), and drop like $40 on food, rides, games, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third night there....HUMID AND HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth and last day of camping....we stay on the beach for four hours yet again...and guess who got sunburned...me...damn it! The husband looked at me as I got into the car for the ride home and howled, because I had just given him a lecture that morning on the benefits of sunblock. Whatever! The sun is strong there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that we had a school of dolphins (is that what you call them? Schools of dolphin?...I digress...)fishing around in a circle in front of us for about 30 minutes. This is tres cool people! You can see them at Sea World, but it's completely different when they are out in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227408864093661234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIt8qngH6DI/AAAAAAAAACI/9d95Vpy_ZaM/s320/dolphin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you spot the dolphins? Yeah, I know my camera sucks, but they are there! Promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shit! We left the hermit crabs in the car while we were on the beach. Pikachu isn't moving...at all. The eldest held up the cage and asked "Mom, why is Pikachu missing a leg?" OMG, his missing leg is right next to the other hermit crab. I'm sure we killed Pikachu by leaving him in the car, but damn...Goldine got all "Silence of the Lambs" on us! I told the hubby to make a slight detour to purchase another hermit crab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our ride home was uneventful until we neared the Bay Bridge. The rain came out of no where, and all of a sudden...my car stalled. We were able to start it back up and drove all the way home without a problem, but the next morning...it almost died when I ran an errand. Turns out it had "electrical" problems. I blame the HUMID AND HOT weather of Delaware.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-8394388873858649317?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8394388873858649317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=8394388873858649317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8394388873858649317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8394388873858649317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/campingpart-deux.html' title='Camping....Part Deux!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIt-0eODOHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y4ZsMJNtI9Q/s72-c/IMG_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-6598993155775295862</id><published>2008-07-18T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:54.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Interruptus...</title><content type='html'>It started with the oldest last week. She woke up coughing and her nose was dripping non-stop. Within three days, she recovered. Then the younger one woke up on tuesday coughing. With him, a cough sends me right to CODE RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has asthma, and has been hospitalized six times. The last time was this past December. Five long days at the hospital. He came home on December 23 just in time for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me feels like a paranoid mom whenver he catches a cold, but each and every time he goes to the hospital it puts us in mental torture. Seeing him hooked up to IVs, Pulse/OX monitor, and an oxygen tank is more than I can stand. We worry that he's not getting better....we worry that no one is spending time with the elder child when he's sick...we worry that this condition will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mother passed away from an asthma attack, I think that I'm especially more paranoid. His specialist took him off his meds a few weeks ago, and I'm wondering if it was the right decision. Especially since his cough sounded if it ended with an intake of breath. So, what do I do? I put him right back on the meds. He seems to be doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to go hunt fireflies last night. Summer resumes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIEnPAK3EII/AAAAAAAAABw/4D9-I_MpVI4/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224500181423558786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIEnPAK3EII/AAAAAAAAABw/4D9-I_MpVI4/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIEneLaGZUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pOy72pp4m8s/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224500442138305858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIEneLaGZUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pOy72pp4m8s/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-6598993155775295862?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/6598993155775295862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=6598993155775295862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/6598993155775295862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/6598993155775295862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-interruptus.html' title='Summer Interruptus...'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SIEnPAK3EII/AAAAAAAAABw/4D9-I_MpVI4/s72-c/IMG_1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-883815885325188635</id><published>2008-07-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:09:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers and me....</title><content type='html'>I finally joined Weight Watchers yesterday with a friend.  The first thing the receptionist asked me is why I wanted to join, because I looked fine.  That was really sweet of her, but when I look at myself....I look at a woman that is 15 lbs heavier before her children were born....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on my business suits (that are about 7 years out of style), but I can only focus on the "muffin tops" that emerge once I managed to zip on the pants.  It's just plain depressing.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very schizophrenic relationship with food and exercise.  I run every other day, and lift on the days that I don't run.  As much as a exercise...I will eat my weight in food.  I eat as much as my husband and he's about 10 inches taller than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I joined WW hoping that they will teach me portion control, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except....I couldn't start last night since we were headed to Annapolis to a BBQ in honor of my friend's and my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to consume two glasses of wine, two chicken legs w/skin on, chips, dip, a hot dog, a huge slice of chocolate mousse cake, and tons of sweetened iced tea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day in the dieting world though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-883815885325188635?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/883815885325188635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=883815885325188635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/883815885325188635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/883815885325188635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/weight-watchers-and-me.html' title='Weight Watchers and me....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-7349385235049736592</id><published>2008-07-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:54.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>The End of the Pre-school Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHZS1e1lyFI/AAAAAAAAABo/fBBWjAmUUAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221451896747051090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHZS1e1lyFI/AAAAAAAAABo/fBBWjAmUUAQ/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of summer camp. It is also the last day that all the little Hu's in Hu-ville will ever be at the pre-school on an official capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving to our pre-school daily for almost five years, and it's a little sad knowing that I will no longer drive my little toddlers/pre-schoolers to our lovely school. I truly believe that my kids' pre-school is the best in our area. I've met some really nice families (some who have become lifelong friends), and the sense of community that we have at our school is something that I've never experience anywhere else. This is the place where my children first learned how to make friends, and learned their ABC's. This is a place where I've also learned how to become a better mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at our pre-school on my daughter's 2nd birthday. My son was only 8 months old. I remember my daughter, shy but determined, jumped right into her 2 year old class. She may have been shy, but she was thrilled to be around children her own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember my son's first day of pre-school. The look that he gave me as I backed out of the classroom would have broken your heart. He had this look as if saying "Why are you abandoning me? Are you going to come back?" My reassurances didn't seem to help, and in hindsight...it probably was just as hard on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I have plenty of time before my last born (okay, I'm being a little melodramatic) goes off to kindergarten. But it's only six weeks away. Time has a way of sneaking up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my daughter started kindergarten. Since she has a late birthday, she benefited from an extra year of pre-school. She was ready, and this past year, she did well socially and academically. Again, she was shy, but determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is a bit less prepared, less academic, and less independent. I worry about him, but I have to keep in mind that part of the "growing up" experience is to let go. I can't shield him from every negative experience (although I wish I could), and although there will be some...that we are here for him. Although he may give me the same "Why are you abandoning me? Are you coming back?" look on his first day of kindergarten...I know he'll be fine. He was in pre-school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-7349385235049736592?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/7349385235049736592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=7349385235049736592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/7349385235049736592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/7349385235049736592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-pre-school-era.html' title='The End of the Pre-school Era'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHZS1e1lyFI/AAAAAAAAABo/fBBWjAmUUAQ/s72-c/IMG_1051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-3811193980798881695</id><published>2008-07-09T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:55:12.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event planning'/><title type='text'>Hard help is good to find or how a restaurant almost ruined a couples' wedding!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My friend and I are trying to start up an event planning business.  While it's slow going, I'm proud to say that we're doing about three to four weddings coming up.  I really take each wedding to heart and treat them as if they are my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wedding coming up next week, and I called to confirm with the restaurant (where the vows will be held).  Here is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma Hu:  Hi, I'm calling to confirm the wedding party for the 20th at 10:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostess:  Oh....um....we have nothing on the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma Hu:  I've been working with B.A., and she knows all the details.  I also have several   emails   confirming what we've discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostess:  Oh...I'm not sure.  B.A. is only here about twice a week, but there are no parties booked at all for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma Hu:  Could you have her call me as soon as possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostess:  Sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to have a coronary, the phone rings...it's "S."  She is the NEW manager of the restaurant, and has told me that B.A. no longer works at the restaurant.  She left two months (okay, why did the hostess seem to think that B.A. is still there?).  B.A. failed to make any notes or book our party (even though I have started email exchanges and phone calls as early as March).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everything worked out fine, I'm a bit perturbed that had I not called....or if another party made reservations in my place...my couple would not have a place to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another venue...I've asked to make changes to the contract, and I've had to email the contract editor five times!!!!  Five times before anything was changed.  Now, I'm not sure how most businesses operate, but isn't attention to detail important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's my type A personality coming out....sorry...had to vent....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-3811193980798881695?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/3811193980798881695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=3811193980798881695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/3811193980798881695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/3811193980798881695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-help-is-good-to-find-or-how.html' title='Hard help is good to find or how a restaurant almost ruined a couples&apos; wedding!!!!!'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-5931141913860748711</id><published>2008-07-07T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:55:46.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decluttering house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freecyling'/><title type='text'>Decluttering Hu-ville</title><content type='html'>My alarm woke me up around 6am.  I usually run every other day, and I even put on my running clothes and shoes and did myself proud, because as soon as I hit the basement (where the treadmill is located).....I decided to watch tv instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped on the Style channel and watched "Clean House."  As I sat there watching the show, I can hear Niecy Nash screaming at me..."do you need all this crap?"  Hell's no girl!  I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show inspired me to face my secret shame....my storage room in the basement.  The fact that I break out in a sweat just climbing over boxes and bags to get to the treadmill should have given me a clue that I needed to get rid of stuff long ago.  This room alone should make me a candidate for "Clean House."  I wish I had a picture of the room before getting rid of the thousands of boxes and bags....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say about 80% of my clutter is kid related.  We kept all of our baby/toddler stuff "just in case."  The chances of us having another baby is like .001%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is seriously attached to anything baby related, and giving away even Baby Einstein videos just about kills him.  I guess in a way I'm kind of attached to the baby stuff as well.  In the off .001% chance that we'd have another baby I don't want to spend the money to buy all that stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, around 7am in the morning, I listed two potty chairs, an exo-saucer, booster seat, bibs, sippy cups, bottles, videos, toys, bath chairs, maternity clothes, etc (and there's still plenty more to go).... on Freecycle.  Within minutes, every single item has been spoken for!  And....I can actually see the floor in my storage space now.  I did this all before 8am people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search for things to give away, I happened upon a bikini that I wore in high school.  I was a size 0 back in the day.  A size 0!  Yeah...you have my permission to laugh now.  I'm not sure how I'm going to even list that on Freecycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm on a roll getting rid of baby/toddler paraphenelia, I'm going to get pregnant....just watch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-5931141913860748711?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/5931141913860748711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=5931141913860748711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/5931141913860748711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/5931141913860748711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/decluttering-hu-ville.html' title='Decluttering Hu-ville'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-8242635801164134141</id><published>2008-07-06T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:55.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>How rain can ruin your camping trip....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFZG9xOF8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fC5tHyo1n5o/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220051419294209986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFZG9xOF8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fC5tHyo1n5o/s400/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right before packing up and leaving.... see our smiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFY7XB_1LI/AAAAAAAAABI/LpthhYMyu60/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For months now...scratch that...years.....my husband wanted to take us camping. He is an outdoors aficionado. Well before we were married, he was a hike leader for the Howard County chapter Sierra Club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still to this day, whenever he gets a copy of the Campmor or Sierra Trading Post catalogs he salivates over the camping/hiking equipment. This past Christmas his main gifts to us as a family were sleeping bags, tents, and other camping paraphenelia. When he was convalescing at home from sinus surgery, he ordered tons of more equipment. Needless to say, we were taking a camping trip this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our friends, D and J are also keen outdoors folks, and their kids love camping. We thought the long 4th of July weekend was the perfect opportunity to break in the camping equipment, and quickly booked a three night stay at Rocky Gap State Park in Cumberland, MD. We spent weeks preparing for this trip. We powwowed together by emails and dinners figuring out who was taking what, and what kind of food to prepare, etc....I bought the largest watermelon I could humanly possibly carry to my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The week before our trip, I checked the weather and there was a 40-60% chance of scattered thunderstorms for the weekend (thursday-sunday), but that didn't deter us from having some outdoor fun. We started our journey around 5pm on thursday night. Not a cloud in site as we leave the D.C. metro area. Made it to the camp in 2 hours, and as we drive up to our camp site the heavens opened up. Thinking that the rain can't get any worse, my husband and I try in vain to set up our tent (we only practiced once before). Swearing to each other as we try. Meanwhile our friends (who started to set up their tent well after we started) finished putting up their huge 8 person tent. Sadly, we were still trying to set up our tent feeling really incompetent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything was wet. Our tent was wet, our sleeping bags were wet, the kids were wet, but we kept telling ourselves it'll get better. We ran out of dry towels sopping up the water in our tent (and we brought six towels). That night, we drank three bottles of wine to cheer us up. My husband told me he saw a skunk, but I just thought that was the wine talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because of the wine, around 3am I had to use the bathroom. While the bath house was only a short distance from our site, I stumbled all the way down the hill with my fancy LED lantern (which my husband swears is the brightest and best money can buy). Let me tell you...you can't see much regardless of how bright your damn lamp is, and walking uphill with flipflops on...not a smart move on my part (especially in the rain).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday morning....4th of July! Woo hoo, camping is gonna be fun! The park itself is gorgeous with so many activities (canoeing, fishing, kayaking, animal exhibition shows, an aviary, beach, etc...). All throughout breakfast there wasn't a drop of rain. But as I was washing up, the drops were the size of a water balloon hitting you. None of us slept and were bone tired (having drunk wine hours before didn't help), but we were so desperate to do something that we decided to take a drive through "downtown" Cumberland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We drove through town forgetting that nothing was open due to the 4th. But wait, there's a bowling alley and it's open! The bright neon sign was like a beacon to us....but by the time we arrived at the bowling alley all the kids were sleeping. So, we drove around some more and found a creamery that was open. How I spent $75 on some sandwiches and ice cream, I have no idea. I did learn (from reading a laminated newspaper clipping) that Willam H. Macy (the actor) is a native of Cumberland, MD though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We returned to our camp site and went to the beach. I thought "hey, if we're getting wet...we might as well swim." That lasted all of ten minutes. All the kids were freezing and complaining so we went back to our sad little site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a quick shower (guess what...no dry towels!) and dinner...we were able to start a camp fire and roasted marshmellows. The one year old almost fell in the fire ring, but was saved in the nick of time. After the sugar rush kicked in, the kids ran around the woods catching fireflies. STILL RAINING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And guess what? The skunk came to visit! The kids delighted in seeing some wildlife while us parents are holding sticks trying to fend it off. Skunks...they aren't afraid of humans as it turns out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The husbands and I really wanted to pack it up and head home. The fireworks were cancelled and both husbands checked the weather on their Blackberries (yes folks...you can get reception in the woods), and it showed to be the same for the next day. J really wanted to stay though...so like suckers...we stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of us slept that night, but as we were on an incline...we all (meaning the kids and I) rolled off our mats and towarded my husband. I woke up realizing that we only occupied 1/4 of our tent, and my husband somehow survived the night, and slept with all of us practically on top of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had breakfast...and hey...is that the sun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My watermelon was on the ground next to our picnic table for the last two days, but was nowhere to be found that morning. We all looked around, and here is what we found about 50 yards downhill.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFbHEnLGeI/AAAAAAAAABY/iDOcVnOHXQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220053620154374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFbHEnLGeI/AAAAAAAAABY/iDOcVnOHXQQ/s200/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the watermelon rolled downhill in the middle of the night, hit a tree, and split in half. The guys thought we could still eat it...the girls...not so much. It was tossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all made unanimous decisions to leave the area for good after we take a 3 hour circuit train ride (Cumberland is home to the Western Maryland Railroad). The train ride, itself, was fun. The train stops in Frostburg, MD for about an hour. Just enough to see the train engine turn around in the turnabout. The kids were thrilled to ride in a real steam locomotive. The town of Frostburg is anything, but fun. It was eerily quiet, and the only people we saw were our fellow train riders. We stepped into this small pizzeria, but quickly realized that we probably didn't belong there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFdfY0sK8I/AAAAAAAAABg/ZSQ3iqn6GWg/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220056236919892930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFdfY0sK8I/AAAAAAAAABg/ZSQ3iqn6GWg/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Watching the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"turnabout"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of us...repeat...all of us fell asleep on the ride back to Cumberland (that's two sets of parents, with two sets of kids). I'm sure some of us were even snoring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J tried to convince us to stay for an early dinner, but I was done. Ironically, it stayed moderately dry all day, but there was a 60% chance of rain so we were out of there. As we approach civilization, we realized that despite the rain, we're already planning for our next camping trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cape Henlopen, DE here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for our friends....they actually end up staying one more night. Brave, very brave....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-8242635801164134141?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/8242635801164134141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=8242635801164134141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8242635801164134141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/8242635801164134141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-rain-can-ruin-your-camping-trip.html' title='How rain can ruin your camping trip....'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHFZG9xOF8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fC5tHyo1n5o/s72-c/IMG_1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448617375652556311.post-4953813512870995042</id><published>2008-07-06T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:07:58.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part-time work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><title type='text'>First time blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am in Blogs-ville! I have to admit...I reserved this blog name about a month ago, but was afraid to start. I just really didn't think my life would be really interesting to blog about, and the extent of my writing nowadays is really just responding to emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here I am! I haven't even told my husband that I've started a blog yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a little background, I am a mommy of two. My daughter and son are only 16 months apart (I'm still not sure how that happened), and the youngest is about to embark to the wonderful world of elementary school. Having just done that with my oldest (she just completed kindergarten), you'd think that I wouldn't have any anxieties with my son starting school. Well, I have lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two children in school, I will have tons of time on my hands, and am considering working part-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a former life, I worked at NIH. I retired from the job when I was about 5 months pregnant with my son, and never regretted it. I have no interest in going back to the "tech" world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I are trying to start an event planning business, but if I had to live on what I'm making thus far...I'd probably starve. So, I'm off to find a fulfilling part-time job in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading this, thanks for coming to visit. I'll try not to be too boring and get to some real posting soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2448617375652556311-4953813512870995042?l=hu-ville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/feeds/4953813512870995042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2448617375652556311&amp;postID=4953813512870995042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4953813512870995042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2448617375652556311/posts/default/4953813512870995042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hu-ville.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-time-blogger.html' title='First time blogger'/><author><name>Momma Hu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820328086562135210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4f7KKfvklLc/SHD9wj0IJmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GA4QeBYDzLA/S220/IMG_0279.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
