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I finally met the doctor who may or may not be delivering the baby (it's a group of OGs (whatzzzz up!) BYN's) , but that's OK because I read that they really don't do that much in the long run anyway(pop a shoulder out, snip a cord, get paid). So I learned that we are on the pathway to birth with a 1/2 cm dilation and some cervical thinning. Oh and I also read an interesting pamphlet on labiaplasty and vaginal reconstruction. I wonder if insurance covers that? It's not like showing showing someone your new boobs .. or is it?
BD Karma
For her last birthday before becoming a mother Carrie wanted a good steak, something we've watering about in Dhaka all year. Not that there isn't some decent steak in Dhaka, but a real steakhouse steak. We decided to go to a fancy restaurant by the mall (it was recommended) ... but in one of those hard to explain moments ended up walking into Champps ... a sports bar grill. They sat us right next to the door and high chair storage are at a wobbly table. We moved one table to fix the wobbly table. It wasn't the ju
mbotron TV above us or the noise level was way above my tolerant level for a romantic dinner. The clincher was when I asked for a beer and she ID'ed me. Of course no wallet/no proof. Obviously it's her job to ask, so I began to tell this ridiculous story about Dhaka, wallets, babies, 36 years old and passports ...well ... we walked out ... best decision ever ... Karma works in strange ways. We walked "through the mall" to the Bone Fish Grill, had a candle lit booth (we prefer), the best steak in ages, cloth napkins (oh yeah), Newcastle's Brown Ale (no ID), and a pleasurable birthday dinner. I feel like going back to Champps with my passport ... isn't there any slack for originality anymore?
mbotron TV above us or the noise level was way above my tolerant level for a romantic dinner. The clincher was when I asked for a beer and she ID'ed me. Of course no wallet/no proof. Obviously it's her job to ask, so I began to tell this ridiculous story about Dhaka, wallets, babies, 36 years old and passports ...well ... we walked out ... best decision ever ... Karma works in strange ways. We walked "through the mall" to the Bone Fish Grill, had a candle lit booth (we prefer), the best steak in ages, cloth napkins (oh yeah), Newcastle's Brown Ale (no ID), and a pleasurable birthday dinner. I feel like going back to Champps with my passport ... isn't there any slack for originality anymore?
1st Days of Food
Taco Bell
Denny's
Subway
Red Robin
I'm not as familiar with this area ... will wait till Texas for Mexican.
Denny's
Subway
Red Robin
I'm not as familiar with this area ... will wait till Texas for Mexican.
Thank You Tracy
A hearty thanks to Tracy Hill's (a wonderful friend and 5th grade teacher at AISD) and her incredible shopping appetite! Tracy and I went shopping the day I left Dhaka, as she wanted to help me get things for the nursery ... and shop a little for herself. Thank goodness for that. She overspent, I loaned, and she paid me back in USD. I then forgot my wallet in Dhaka (all access to money) but had her cash as a life saver. If my bags had been overweight for the domestic flight I would of been OK. With a little shuffling I came out ok and the money helped to buy sustenance and pseudo-literate reading materials. Thanks Tracy!!!
Forgotten in Dhaka
Wallet (with drivers license, credit cards, insurance cards)
Sunglasses
Guitar sheet music
Headphones
Expectant Father book (now I have to make it up)
Weeds (we were going to finish the season in the hospital)
Last summer was a packing nightmare with Godzilla 3 being rendered and burned up until the time we left. I consider this year's departure a roaring success.
Sunglasses
Guitar sheet music
Headphones
Expectant Father book (now I have to make it up)
Weeds (we were going to finish the season in the hospital)
Last summer was a packing nightmare with Godzilla 3 being rendered and burned up until the time we left. I consider this year's departure a roaring success.
Come on ...
In business class they give you noise canceling headphones which makes it very difficult to hear the lady asking if you want more chocolate pettifores.
Schism in the Building
The lightning rod incident has led to huge changes in the building for the hired help. The gardener (as not officially employed staff he is not eligible for a garage room (cubicle)) has to move out of the building, the family that was in the storage room has to move back to the cubicles, and they are switching out the three guards. I guess Mr Z (our Bangli staff director) was over the drama. Krista and Vinnie (our crazy apartment dog) are leaving the building for greener pastures. I'm leaving so I'll have to update you on the situation when I return.
Lightning Rods
This is the second time they have stole the copper lightning rods off the roof this school year. The two thoughts are that 1. it's an inside job or 2. someone is jumping over from the next building's roof. With the inside job theory there is some thought that there exists a battle between the three guards and the family living in the garage. Some strange power play soap opera. I''m just glad they left the satellite dish.
Ahhhh ... LSOH opening night!
Someone sent me beautiful white roses to flowers to wish meeez luck on Little Shop's opening night!
Gardener Issues
When we moved to Dhaka, we settled in a 5-story building with an apartment on each floor. It's the only all-teacher building at our school and it came with 3 guards that work around the clock and a "gardener". The guards make about 3000Tk (about 45USD) and the gardener makes 6750 (about 100USD) but we were new and really did not know any better. The "garden" is a few enormous barrels on the roof with who-knows-what in them and a bunch of house plants in the garage. Apparently, you can buy plants from him at marked up prices, he'll water them, and eventually kill them while you are away on vacation. The problem is that over the year and during the beginning of this school year, I realized that we are throwing 20USD at this guy a month to do what? Oh ... I forgot to mention the fact that he also cleans the stairs, roof, and garage. This guy is so ridiculously overpaid and underused that the building had a meeting at the beginning of the school year to come up with more jobs for him. I was shut up on moral and ethical grounds by trying to suggest that he should try to secure employment or additional income elsewhere. Most apartments pay a couple bucks a month for this service but this guy has been sitting on this job so long that he's literally over compensated himself. He feels he is obligated to the job. The problem is that no one would pay even a tenth of his salary to do a job he sucks at. He's on a grace period.
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