Nick Postagulous
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Speaking of Watermelon
Ok, in Nanchang, I go into Wal-Mart an they have those little cannonball watermelons for one yuan. I pass up the deal as we're eating out constantly. Then, the other day, I'm in Target and I see they have them, but are only selling them cut into half. The half is $1.26.
1 Yuan = 12 cents = 1 watermelon
I could get 10.5 Chinese cannonball watermelon for the price of that one half. 25x more expensive? Sheesh. It makes those $5 Hard Rock Guangzhou T-shirts pale in comparison.
Neener Do
So, yesterday, the interesting Nina things, at least to me and Alison, was that after Alison read that Neener should be able to imitate things, Alison and Nina imitated each other. Alison's favorite from that morning, which she couldn't get Nina to do in front of me after I got home from work, was looking up and yelling "Aaaaaah!"
We went over to Alison's mom's house for a get together. I fed Nina "tablefood." I particularly took a very studied interest in it since one of Alison's sisters was saying the most accidentally insensitive and inappropriate stuff. Alison's other sister, who likes to mildly harp on me, when talking about what we could feed Nina had the following responses:
About feeding Nina eggs: "You can't do that. They're all protein."
About feeding Nina bread: "Man cannot live by bread alone."
This is the woman that after we gave Nina a full bottle fed her a French fry, which she promptly puked. This is the only known Nina puking so far.
My favorite harp, which I actually responded to rather than keeping quiet, was, when I was pushing a button that plays music on the walker thing they'd gotten for Nina: "Don't break it." Even Alison agreed that was a freaky thing to say. My response was "It's made for kids, I think me pushing the button over and over isn't going to break it."
The Louisiana Sister leaves today at noonish. The England sister leaves, I think, tomorrow. We need to get our gifts from China to her today. We actually have to evaluate what is what again, as Alison stole my sister's handbag to give to her Louisiana sister. And I'm telling you, I'm not giving away anymore of our fake jade chopsticks. (They aren't plastic or anything, they're dyed marble...I guess.)
Everyone's stressing because Al's mom is moving next Monday. And Alison is maybe a little more stressy today, since my parents are coming over tonight. I'm not sure if we're feeding them or not, but I think we're having lasagna that Teri made. I need to email dad and find out it they are eating all my food or not.
Loyal Readers?
Oh, and as for me talking medium bad about family. Eh, none of them really read this except Teri every once in a while. I don't think Alison has even read this since we've been back.
