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| Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 | | 10:27 am |
| | Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008 | | 1:05 pm |
Мумрики
Лева может читать по слогам, но не хочет этим заниматься. Придумал замечательную идею - спрятал его мечи - это его хобби, у него несколько десятков игрушечных мечей. Оставил записку, от мумриков, что мол они украли мечи. Лева очень встревожился. Мы с ним написали ответное письмо, чтобы вернули. Началась переписка - каждый день приходит письмо от мумриков, которое Лева с интересом сейчас читает. Иногда мы им пишем ответ- научились клеить конверты под это дело, а так же чуть чуть изучили адресацию - "Кому: Мумрикам, Лес, от Левы". Использовали 2-х центовые марки, чтобы не переводиться. Вот краткий обзор событий: Мумрики украли мечи, оставили один с указаниями как его найти. Лева лелеет оставшийся меч и пищет письмо мумрикам чтобы вернули мечи. Мумрики возвращают еще один меч с указаниями. Лева придумал сделать им подарок - нарисовать много мечей, чтобы они за это вернули его мечи. Мумрикам подарок понравился, вернули еще два. У мумриков началась война с белками, они опять забрали все мечи, оставили лишь ломанные Мумрикам хреново, белки захватили капитана в плен, забраны все мечи, включая ломанны, но обещают вернуть все мечи как только победят. Мумрики не могут справиться с белками, просят у Левы сеть чтобы белок связать. Лева им выкладывает сеть из под грязного белья под дверь. Ура! Мумрики победили. Все оружие возвращено. О-о. В лесу появилась крыса, она ест всю еду мумриков. Мумрики просят Левиного совета. Лева им советует использовать ту же сеть что и против белок, пишет письмо, но забывает его отправить. Мумрики обирают пол Левиного холодильника, включая пачку сосисок - есть то им надо. Лева наконец-то отправляет им письмо. Теперь он не очень хорошо относится к белкам в парке - носится за ними с палкой. Приходится ему объяснять, что белки в парке - это мирные белки и ничего общего не имеют с теми, которые воюют с мумриками. Вообще, Лева относится к мумрикам как к бедным родственникам - противные они, все время что-то им надо, а послать их нельзя. | | 12:48 pm |
Буду писать о ребенке
Хочу использовать этот журнал как дневник находок и историю развития Левочки. Итак. Задачки: 1. Вася положил в вазу 3 розы, а Катя на две больше. Сколько в вазе роз? 2. У семьи родился 5-й ребенок и второй сын. Сколько дочек в семье? 3. Папа разрезал пиццу на 8 кусков, себе взял 1, Лева - на 2 больше чем папа, и мама взяла 1. Сколько осталось кусков? Арифметические задачки: 1. Раздели 3 доллара пополам 2. 232+232 3. 5-7 Эксперименты с водой (идея взята из "Малыши и математика": Взять: 2 больших стакана, 2 маленьких, бокал (чтобы уровень воды был выше из-за ножки), измеритель для воды Наполнить 2 больших стакана водой, разных цветов (синька и зеленка лучве всего, если не жалко) Налить из одного из стаканов в несколько других сосудов - где больше? Отлить по одному стакану - 1 из стакана содержащего всю жидкость, другой оттуда где много стаканов - где больше Сравнить два контейнера где одинаково воды, но уровень воды разный (бокал и стакан, или стакан с толстым стеклянным низом и пластиковый контейнер). Если уровень воды не намного отличается, то кажется что в одном больше. После этого найти подставку, чтобы уровни воды были одинаковы, чтобы потвердить что в обоих стаканах одинаково Отмерить меркой воду и налить в один стакан, затем отмерить столько же воды другого цвета и налить в контейнер другой формы - где больше. Сам процесс наливания определенного количества воды (налить ровно до этой полоски) очень интересен. В заключении попытаться угадать, какого цвета получится вода если смешать разные цвета - можно начать с разных пропорций и пытаться предугадать. | | Wednesday, May 9th, 2007 | | 7:39 am |
point of view
... I am lying in a crib, looking at my sister doing something in another room. A huge 3 foot spider shows up on the opposite side. It is furry, red-black, and it is approaching my crib. I call my sister, I am not too afraid. The spider climbs into my crib, I shush at it and it moves to the opposite side of the bed. Then suddenly it jumps at me. I feel it. I feel its pressure against my legs, my stomach, my head. I am squeezed by a hundred pound insect, and I wake up in horror. In a fraction of a second my consciousness changes interpretation of the physical world around me. The pressure of my 160 pound body on my bed caused the experience of the pressure of the spider on my body. Just a different point of view, nothing more... | | 1:52 am |
thoughts...
Today I am creating My Life. My Life is being created Now. What is My Life? What I create it to be, sitting here, on a toilet, listening Viola Da Gamba, my life is being created… It gets suddenly scary – NOT GONNA HAPPEN! WHO ARE YOU KIDDING? FORGET IT! The music is switching to Vivaldi’s Spring. It is Spring indeed, everything is blossoming, and so is my life… Whose? Mine?! What if… What if it is not MY life? It’s yours, my gift to you… Who am I for you? Who do you want me to be for you? How do you know, you don’t even know who YOU are… “…When I look in your eyes I see the wisdom of the world in your eyes…” – Diana Krall. My life is created by looking in your eyes. My life is in your eyes… Tell me, tell me, tell me! My whole life I lived wanting somebody to tell me how to live my life, always unsure of myself. “… I just want to look at your eyes…” I feel like standing in front of a door, getting ready to open it and see… my life, my New life. A small opening… and Klezmer’s band, fresh, nostalgic, life “out there…” My life is out there. What does that mean? I don’t understand it, I don’t understand this band, why is it playing? What for? Ok, now what? Ah, Paganini, the unending flow, movement, emotion, experience. This is what it’s like to live life fully, without any regrets, burn out … and die, like this music suddenly does… What is the future to live into? What is the present I am in? I’ve been saying “be present, be present, be present” for years, and what difference did it make? It is only when I say something different from what my reality is then I can see what my reality, my present is filled with. So, what am I going to say? Meditation by Massenet – how timely. I declare myself to be a spiritual teacher, someone who sees for others what they are unable to see, their blind spots, their filters, their dreams, their future. I declare myself to be unstoppable and unreasonable, cutting through life like a razor with laughter and humor I declare myself to be passionate and charismatic, dancing with you at Cesaria Evora “Ess pais”, and the world around is spinning, sparkling and all I see is the eyes, your eyes… Worlds are created, realities are invented, and seconds fly in a snow storm of Vivaldi’s “Winter” – that’s who I am And at the end it doesn’t mean anything, and there is peace and silent beauty of Bach’s Cello Suit by Rostrapovich… And it’s time to go, I lived the life I lived and I didn’t live the life I didn’t, and that’s what’s so, and it doesn’t mean anything, and who I am has nothing to do with my life, I am just watching the movie. Where are you, loved ones? Where are you, my Rex? Let me hold your huge neck! All the conversations I didn’t have, all eyes I didn’t look at, all hands I didn’t hold – soft and rough. All lips I didn’t kiss… Leaving, departing, going away… Fairwell, I LOVE YOU! | | Friday, August 5th, 2005 | | 11:30 pm |
Milestones
I was looking at my project that I defined a few m1onths ago about finding a new job. It's funny how hard I make my life! This is how I was planning to do it: (last milestone) Milestone I choose from 5 offers Milestone I get 10 offers Milestone I am prepared for interview I read 5 books I practiced 100 brain teasers I am prepared to talk about every line in my resume Sounds like a full time job for 5 people to accomplish all this! The thing is, I did find a perfect job. My friend told me about this opportunity when I didn't even start looking seriously, and it took two phone conversations and no preparation whatsoever! I can see the same thing in other areas of my life, where I create such heavy milestones that they totally dominate me because there is no way to complete them. Well, it is true that I will likely to find a perfect job if I choose from 5 offers, and in order to do that I need to get 10 offers, but do I need to go through that to find a perfect job? Not necessarily! So, how would I defined my project now? Milestone (last one) I got an offer that I really like Milestone A company learned about me, talked to me and made me an offer which I liked It is scary to rely on milestones like that -- no security, but it seems that's how the world operates! With clear mind the circumstances will provide everything you need. | | Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005 | | 8:51 pm |
I start noticing how life of people around me changes along with my life 1. My friend Ira got a working permit and visa, she has the whole new life ahead of her now! 2. My sister moved to a new place which she likes a lot. She also started talking to people more and it made her much happier. 3. I got a new job with flexible hours and working from home opportunity which allows me to be with my family and go to massage school -- it's exactly what I wanted! | | 8:27 pm |
I was preparing to go to work and Masha doing some other stuff, and Lyova was sitting in the kitchen all by himself, eating kasha with a spoon. I looked at him and realized what a long way we've gone, how big, independent and self sufficient our baby has become! | | 7:24 pm |
I am doing a project with my friend and he helped me notice how I am not supportive of him doing this project. It got me to realize the whole pile (or stack) of conversations I have when relating to people (TOP OF THE STACK) 1. "I am nice". I won't remind my friend to do something to avoid being pushy and therefore not nice 2. "You are on your own". We do project together, but the way I see it is each one is doing a number of subprojects and we don't really connect 3. "I am not connected". There is a way of being when I relate to people, which is permissive and aloof. 4. "I am aloof and permissive". I feel like a parent figure, letting somebody do whatever they want, but ultimately superior 5. "I am secretly superior". (BOTTOM OF THE STACK) That was a mind blower. I am superior?!!! I was hiding this conversation not only from others but from myself as well, but by being present to the way of being when I relate to people I was able to become aware of it. I still don't know how it fits into my acts, conversations and sentences ("I can't make a difference, I don't matter, etc") Well, no that I think about it, it may be very easy to fit it in :) Being secretly superior is a really powerful concept -- nobody can take away my superiority, because nobody knows about it:) Well, it keeps away from connecting to people, and I am sure there are other impacts, I just haven't thought about it yet. This brought another conversation: "Being superior is bad, wrong, not fair to others" Well, it doesn't invalidate me though, because I don't really identify with it. I can see how it has been my way of being and may be in future, but it is NOT ME. | | 4:55 pm |
It always amazes me how Masha can talk to these phone companies and is able to convince them to do what she wants them to do. I feel like I can't do that! I imagine myself on the phone, telling them what I would like them to do, then they tell me how it's impossible to do because of their policies, and at this point I have not much to say. Yesterday it hit me -- my problem is that I see the point of view of other party more valuable than mine! And there is no magic in what Masha is doing -- she is just presenting her point of view over and over again, refusing to accept the other one. So simple, natural and effective! | | Monday, August 1st, 2005 | | 4:54 pm |
We went to a picnic for Aidan's 1 y. birthday. There was a raspberry bush at the neighbors and they gave Lyova a dozen of berries. So he was holding the berries in his hands, and no matter how much I asked him to share at least one with me he didn't want to share. Then he wanted to be carried and I said -- I am not going to hold you until you share with me. So he started having a tantrum. Hmm... I guess at the time I felt that what I was doing was acting like a child so I upgraded the conversation. I sat near him, holded him in my hands and told him -- "these are YOUR berries, Lyovochka, you can eat all of them, and you don't need to share any of them with anybody. And I love you very much and I will hold you and hug you and you can eat all these berries by yourself and enjoy them" I granted him being. Guess what? After that he started giving me his berries, one by one and he gave me ALL of them!!! | | Sunday, July 31st, 2005 | | 4:27 pm |
Finally I am back with my family. It felt amazing to be hugged... In the morning I came to the room where Lyovka was sleeping. He woke up and was trying to drink from two bottles at the same time. He saw me, gave me one bottle, then the other. Then he lifted his hands and I lifted him and hugged him... He is soooo sweet. I forgot what miracle it is to be near him. It's like the whole new dimension of love opens up when I am with him. At work I had a great lunch with Franco. He is amazing -- so full of positive energy and life! He told me the story -- when he was in high school he didn't feel like attending it anymore, so he dropped out and started hanging out with his friends. His parents didn't like it and kicked him out, so he was homeless for a few months. And that completely changed his life values. He says that from that moment on every minute he lives is how he WANTS to live. Everything he does is because he WANTS to do it. Well, we all pretty much do what we want to do, but not many of us realize that and really value it. Franco is in charge of his life, of pursuing his dreams. He was an architect for a while, then felt like there is something else in his life he needs to do and went to a school to study software. He is a project manager right now. I think he's got it all -- he owns a place in Manhattan, got a bungalo in Catskills, beautiful Russian fiancee, job he loves. He loves his life so much! And the thing he loves most of all -- inspiring people and making a difference in their lives by sharing. I was looking at him and saw how he could be a LM Forum leader. I invited him to my Wisdom event. Then I met with J. and she told me about her experience with psychotherapist. As I heard it the psychotherapist helps you remove your illusions. But because one can not live with nothingness, there is something new created in that person, and psychotherapist is needed to nurture it. That's why you need to meet with them so frequently -- they are the environment for "new you" I got present again how our life is limited to our context. Hers is that she needs to be good, and it stops her in many ways, for example, it stops her from sharing with psychotherapist some things that may make her look bad and not likeable. She also remembered her LM intro when she couldn't figure out whether to get married or not, and intro leader told her -- "Just choose!" She didnt' get it then, but now she is seeing how she simply CHOSE to get married. | | Friday, July 29th, 2005 | | 12:05 pm |
So yesterday I came to my manager's office and told him how I felt like a rooster, pretty much similar to what I planned, without the rooster sounds though (too reserved, sorry) It worked out great! He didn't feel a need to defend himself, he also said that he really appreciates my values and seemed to be sincerely happy for me finding what I like in terms of job and pursuing my massage career. At night I played the Ultimate Frisbee again. I love it more and more every time I play. I am committed to creating a Frisbee community in Marine park that would play on regular bases. I told my friend about transforming conversations of making somebody wrong and feeling righteous into a play. I realized that "play" may not be a very clear term -- people see it as being sarcastic, which is totally not the point. The point is to remove any meaning, hard feelings and "reality" from a conversation that doesn't work out, and that's the magic of play. For example, your manager is outraged with how your subordinate relates to him and tells you to teach your subordinate the proper way. If you don't support your manager's opinion, you have several alternatives: 1. make him wrong, write him back an angry email. That will initiate the whole chain of heating 5 year old conversations 2. make him wrong and ignore him. That's a 10 year old conversation that requires the skill of self control 3. transform it into play (not a sarcasm!), for example, write him a letter like: "You know, you are right. He needs to learn how to behave himself. We need to do it the hard way, so that he remembers for long long time. Here are some of our options: - lock him in a closet - no coffee or coke for a week, he's got too much caffeine in him - tie his hands and make him type with his toes. (I am against this option because it will make him much less productive!) What do you think? Which one should we pick?" I wonder, will something like that make the manager smile and forget his state of being pissed off? | | Wednesday, July 27th, 2005 | | 6:16 pm |
Today was a bad day, which transformed into a good day. First my manager wrote me email saying how I am always late at work and at meetings and he doesn't think I can work for them from NY if I do it like that. So I felt pretty righteous and victimized and wrote him email saying how him seeing me as a slacker doesn't help and how much I do for the company but he doesn't seem to see it. Then Masha got pissed off with me handling our tenants -- I was being nice to them and let them get away with a big chunk of rent (I wonder where being nice is coming from?) ;) So that "made" my day. But then I got an offer from another place -- exactly what I was looking for -- a telecommuting job that will give me flexibility to go to massage school. Also I talked to Masha and we are together on the case of our tenants right now, so I feel very supported. And I talked to my friend Mark about my manager seeing me as a slacker. I immediately saw how I am running a racket, being righteous and a victimized. It was a very pleasant sensation -- to run a racket, so I didn't feel like giving it up. But then I remembered that I can bring play into it. I imagined myself wearing a rooster hat and entering into my manager's office saying something like: "You know, I feel like a rooster now. (Chest up) I do so much for this company, I am such a talented young man, and all you see is that I am late for work! (make a rooster sound, anybody knows what it is in English?) So, Ko-ko-ko, I decided since you don't like me, I will leave you! And then you will regret! You will look for Misha, but Misha will not be available! ko-ko-ko! Misha will be far far away, not caring about your stupid toolbar! (make rooster sound and leave)" :) Not only did this idea make me laugh, it totally transformed my view on the whole thing -- I stopped being a victim and making them wrong. The meaning and seriousness disappeared, and it just became a funny joke. I'm going to do something like that with my manager first thing tomorrow :))) | | Tuesday, July 26th, 2005 | | 3:32 pm |
Blood draw
So yesterday Kendall square had a blood draw donation. For me volunteering to donate my blood is much harder than jumping from the airplane -- sometimes I pass out even before a needle enters my skin. But I was brave enough to volunteer and go with the two of my coworkers. It was a freaky site -- a few beds like massage tables in the middle of a huge space of one of the building halls with 100 yard glass ceilings. They gave us a big brochure to read to make sure we are eligible to donate blood. There were like 20 european countries -- if you lived in any of them it's not recommended to donate blood. Poland was there and I was pretty upset when I didn't find Belarus. I even talked to the manager to make sure that they didn't make a mistake not putting belarus as one of the blood exception countries. "Nope, Belarus is good to go!" Oh well... Then I had my blood pressure, temperature and blood iron level measured. Everything was fine. Oh well... Then there was a list of like 100 questions. After about 30 questions I realized I am not feeling very well. So I tell the nurse -- you know -- I usually pass out when I give blood and she is like -- so, why would you do it?! So I said -- "well, maybe I won't pass out this time". However I didn't feel any better answering these questions and eventually I figured I am going to pass out just answering the questions, so I ... bailed out. Oh well, I tried! It got me present again how far I am from being able to donate blood, and how mental it is. So the rest of the trip I was entertaining our office manager who was donating her blood so that she doesn't pass out. At least I contributed in some way :) Bummer. But hey, I feel complete about it! Maybe next time I'll go through the whole questionnaire before bailing out :) | | Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 | | 1:58 am |
I did it!!!!!
I jumped from the airplane!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a tandem jump (tied to the instructor who is on my back, so not too bad and very safe) That WAS scary. I took us the whole day to wait for our jump and I didn't feel a think, no anxiety at all. The anxiety started coming when we were on the plane 1000 feet above the ground. I looked down and realized that I am going to have to leave the plane when it is 13 times higher than this!!! (We jumped from 13,500) It was freaky. Then it was time and it was our turn. One, Two, Jump! This was some moment. Thanks god I didn't have to wait long and think about what I was doing, just stepped out of the plane. And then we started spinning so I didn't realize what was going on until we got our balance and started free falling looking at the ground. 45 seconds of free fall. I forgot I have to keep my mouth shut, so it was pretty hard to breathe. They say it's much easier with the nose. So I didn't get a full blast out of free fall, it was rather strenuous. It actually seems much cooler now, when I think about it, then at the time. Then I was supposed to pull the handle to open the canopy (the parachute). Somehow it turned out to be tougher than I thought so the instructor had to do it for me. And we hung. That was kind of nice, I got to control the canopy a little bit and learned how we would land by practicing lifting my legs up (the instructor is supposed to touch the ground) Again I started to freak out, this time I got scared of my fear -- what if I become so scared that I won't control the situation and won't lift my legs up and that will be a disaster? (couldn't I think of something more exciting?!). The canopy was going down for about 5-6 minutes, from 6000 feet. My hands got real tired from holding and pulling the streams of the canopy. The landing was great, nothing bad happened. We gracefully landed on our butts. After the dive everybody me "So, how was it?" and the only thing I could say was "I don't know". All I knew I don't want to do it again, at least in the very near future. It's been a few hours and now it seems much more exciting than at the time. Well, I still won't do it again in the near future :) The reason I wanted to do it was to check it out. It felt incomplete to live a life without ever skydiving. I do feel a sense of completion and accomplishment right now. I did it!!! M1. I jumped off the airplane and was free falling for 45 seconds from 13,500 feet! | | Friday, July 22nd, 2005 | | 1:51 am |
I was at the yoga class for the first time in over a year. It felt so great to be back. We tried to do a hand stand and even though I was far from being able to do it I saw the possibility of mastering it. M1. I can master hand stand without too much efforts I started noticing anxiety that have to do with my decision to go to a massage school. My conversations are "study is going to be too hard", "I won't have time for my family", "I won't find a job that will allow me time to study..." But then, when I looked at the curriculum for the classes, I got so excited! I wanted to learn how body works my whole life and never allowed myself! In the morning I talked to Lakshmi, a yoga instructor I know from NY. She is great, I love talking to her. Her sciatic nerve was bothering her a lot and I mentioned that it was bothering me too after playing frisbee. She said sciatic nerve has nothing to do with what you actually do physically, it starts bothering you when you feel lack of support, it MEANS lack of support. In her case, she just bought a house and was under a lot of pressure in terms of finances, there was no financial stability. I realized that in my case my future is unclear in terms of job, and it also brings me the feeling of instability. She may be right! | | Thursday, July 21st, 2005 | | 9:44 am |
I was cleaning a children playground yesterday and apparently there were some youngsters partying at night, so I found a beer bottle broken in many pieces right on the playground! I was very happy that I am at the right place at the right moment. M1 I was at the right place at the right moment. I keep sharing with everybody about me being a massage therapist. People start seeing me as one! One thing I realized about never pursuing anything like that is my conversation "I have a bad memory". I can learn C somehow, but no more than that. Time to upgrade this conversation! After work I had a great conversation with Jennifer. She is at tough place at her job -- her boss called a meeting with human resources and told her that she constantly underperforms and works below the expectations and she will be fired soon if it goes on. Imagine how that feels! It's very hard not to make your boss wrong and feel miserable and worthless under these circumstances because it's a direct threat to a self esteem. The only way out is not to see it as "Reality", or "truth", but just a conversation that you need to deal with. My advice for her was to play. Play is a conversation without intent with some humor present. Play removes seriousness out of the conversation, and it makes it less real. One way I see play is expressing what you feel, but in an exaggerated emotion, "overplaying". For example, her boss reminds her of her mom when Jennifer was a child, because she(the boss) is so unpredictable and gets frustrated with Jennifer for no apparent reason. So one way Jennifer could play is to come to her boss and say with exaggerated emotion (like a bad actor) -- You know, Sandy, you are like my mom! I hate it, hate it, hate it when you do something unpredictable! I feel like a little girl, I feel like crying when it happens. In fact, I feel like crying now! If you excuse me, I will depart to the bathroom and cry my eyes out! Good talking to you, Sandy! Sorry, I am not a script writer, I am sure Jennifer will come up with something more creative. Despite the fact that it looks fake, it passes a point across. If Jennifer had a very dramatic conversation with Sandy about how she reminds her of her mom, this could work, or it could back fire because her boss could become defensive. Play disables defensive mechanisms in a person, which allows to pass the point across. They say that you play in areas of your life which work for you and don't play in areas which don't work. My friends Stella and Dima have a wonderful marriage, and they play all the time -- it's a way of life for them. ---- My friends invited me to play volleyball and right near the volleyball court there were people playing the ultimate frisbee. I am amazed at this game -- it's so dynamic and gracious. My "old self" would just watch these people playing and be amazed. But my "new self" came up to them and said "I want to play too!" So I played!!! It was a lot of fun, it was actually my child dream to play a game like that. I used to throw frisbee pretty well, and I thought -- wouldn't it be neat if there was a game like soccer but with frisbee? So I saw this game for the first time in my life like a month ago. And yesterday I played it! M2. I played the game I dreamed of when I was a kid | | Wednesday, July 20th, 2005 | | 11:50 am |
I woke up in the morning filled with joy. It happens a lot, usually if the weather is nice and if I can see a blue sky in the window. M1. It feels great to have my body! At night I talked to my friend Julka. I talked about transforming conversations. I had an example with my teeth -- once I realized that I am ashamed of my teeth I created a possibility of respecting and taking good care of my teeth. She asked me a valid question -- how come you think you have bad teeth for years and you are aware of that but no transformation happens? The way I see it is that nothing happens as long as "I have bad teeth" is TRUTH. Once you start seeing it as simply a conversation, you have a power to transform it. | | Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 | | 10:24 am |
In the morning I was standing in the bus and reading a book and an elderly women offered me a seat. She was so nice and I wanted to talk to her, I was very curious why she would offer me a seat, but I didnt ask, thought if I ask she'd think I am offended by her offering me a seat. Monologues, monologues... M1. Then the guy at the juice shop gave me a piece of a water melon. We had a great conversation about conversations. He is funny, keeps saying how not smart he is. I asked him what dreams would he pursue, and he said -- I'd like to be a lawyer, I was a law student back in my country :)) Then I took his picture for "people in my life" map and I said "Smile" and he said -- "I don't like my smile". So then I have to convince him what a beautiful smile he has :) At the dentist appointment I acknowledged my dentist for creating the environment of "being taken care of". He said he would like to have a massage therapist in his office to give people back robs before and after the procedure, isn't it a great idea? I also got present to my conversation "I am ashamed of my teeth" and the impact of this conversation. I have given up on my teeth long time ago, I figured it's just a matter of time when I will have removable jaws. It was very sad, actually, and I saw a possibility of liking my teeth and respecting them. M2. I have good teeth! Well, they have quite a few fillings, so what? They are very well functional and do such an amazing job! I am going to respect and take care of my teeth from now on. Oh! And I test drove my friend's Infinity QX45. It's very cool car, feels very powerful and solid. The funny part is that you don't need to insert a key into ignition to start it, or press any remote button to open a door. The door opens and the ignition can be started if the key is in a close distance from the car. So the whole time I didn't take the keys out of my pocket. Ut was funny how after I drove myself home and my friend took a drivers seat, he almost drove away with his keys left in my pocket :) The other cool features are 1. Cruise control that detects a car in front braking and brakes the car automatically 2. The new model alerts a sleepy driver who is suddenly changing lanes 3. The camera on the back that shows what's there when you rear. I am not talking about navigational features and all the other cool stuff it has. But even with all these cool features I didn't feel like "I WANT this car!", it was nice to try though |
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