FJU Bio 92/Park/Romano's Macaroni Grill

I took Mo to the gathering of my university mates in TELAMO.

Half of the class was there with all the boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives and children.

I hadn't seen some of them for years.

It's funny that some friends last forever even you don't see each other very often and some friends are just lost in time no matter how close you were.

We talked just like 10 years ago and reviewed our youth together through a well-prepared video.

Even Jeff the Liar couldn't destroy my good mood.

We had a picnic in the park with our homemade beef sandwiches and spent the whole afternoon there.

Mo is getting socialized now.

Watching my own baby girl asking other kids "What's your name? Do you want to play with me?", I can't say it's the pride or a sense of loss.

I think Mo is seeking for companies other than the adults around her.

She even asked for a new T-Bone the other day.

Mo probably doesn't realize I am capable of getting her a brother or sister yet...

The reason that I had never been to Romano's Macaroni Grill is simple.

Because Jeff likes it and I am not going to eat with a bunch of annoying foreigners.

I couldn't think of anything for dinner at Sunday night and there Romano's Macaroni Grill was.

I had sole and the buy-one-get-one-free pinkish wine.

Mo fell asleep after the big meal.

For months, I finally got to enjoy my dinner without feeding, cleaning and arguing.

It was good I had to say.

The environment was great.

The food was great.

The music was great.

Papers and crayons were just on the table so Mo had something to play with.

Forget about Jeff, I am definitely going back there soon.

Winnie the Pooh Musical

A Saturday without Mo, I didn't like it. (She went to some body's wedding with Jeff.)

Mo was expecting Winnie the Pooh Musical on Sunday for months.

I told her Winnie has been practicing singing and dancing and the day finally came.

The whole place was full of kids and parents.

This is some joy I probably wouldn't understand before I had Mo.

The story was about a perfect day and the surprise party that Winnie the Pooh's friends were preparing for his birthday.

And guess who the hosts were? Mickey and Minnie!

Seeing those guys from the books singing and dancing in front of them was making kids crazy.

They love it.

I was quite excited myself actually.

There were opportunities to play with the characters.

It was more like a game rather than just a musical show.

Mo was scared by the clowns at the beginning and she just wanted to sit back and see Winnie the Pooh quietly.

I was so elated trying to touch the giant vegetable blooms bouncing toward the audiences but Mo stopped me.

Thank God she started to be more involved near the end of the show and call Winnie the Pooh to his birthday party with everybody.

Mo enjoyed the show and she was very satisfied with Winnie the Pooh spinning thing, Winnie the Pooh cup, Winnie the Pooh book and Piglet bloom she got.

We went to Page One and Cold Stone after Winnie the Pooh Musical.

And then... Mo's left arm got hurt when we were playing "1, 2 and 3" on the way home!!!

Again, she was sent to the emergency room but the cranky princess Mo wouldn't let anyone or anything touch her besides her mom who was serving her.

Helpful Jeff was helpful as usual getting drinks and complaining about the x-ray system in Taiwan while I was getting all the paper done, trying to calm Mo down for the examination and talking to the doctor.

Fortunately Mo's arm is fine and she is now ready making troubles all over the house again.

PLEASE GET OUT OF OUR LIVES!

Jeffrey Joseph Kuhel is the most selfish person I have ever met.

I never regret that I had Mo, but I wish I didn't marry Jeff every single second.

I have great patience for kids.

But every time I think of "My Husband", I lose my temper at Mo.

Last night I yelled at Mo when she was crying for candies and broke the living room door when the fucking drunk was trying to get into the house in the morning.

I feel deeply sorry to Mo.

I try really hard to adjust myself from a wife at the beginning to a single mom with an annoying roommate today and I still lose control sometimes.

My anger and myself are going nowhere because Mo is there crying.

I don't want this bull shit marriage cause any influence on Mo, especially her relationship with me.

How much exactly should I bear so Mo can feel complete?

Project New Mommy

Typical Image of Moms in My Mind

I am quite slim all my life... until now.

I never worry about my weight.

I didn't have to because no matter how much I ate, I weighted the same.

Even I look like a bear these days, I still feel no shame since my mom's image is carved in my mind so deep that I think there is nothing wrong to be big and soft as some one's mom.

Doesn't that mean Mo will become a fat ass someday in the future too?

To end this curse, I decide to find out when, where, how and why I weight 67.2kg now and solve the problem.

I can't blame Mo for this obviously.

My weight before and after pregnancy was just around the average.

Is it possible that I gained more than 10kg in England, the country known for its terrible food?

Mmm...

First, it's difficult to cook for one and I usually finished the whole pot which I was going to save for few days.

Second, I had absolutely no excises after Mo was born, especially during the year in England.

Last but not least, my plumping metabolism rate could not digest the terrifying amount of food I swallow anymore.

I finally get the reason why my friends in England looked surprised when I was telling my skinny past.

Today, Project New Mommy is officially started with no special plans.

I will see how it goes.

Present Weight:67.2kg

Ideal Weight:52.2kg