The Breakdown

The Sarasota Panthers as well as Anaheim Other poultry may faceoff towards one another with regard to the very first time this year. Each groups is going to be searching for the important 2 factors within outcome. This particular online game is really a essential 1 when the Panthers wish to help to make severe advances over competitors within the rankings. As the Panthers presently sit down from 5th devote the actual Ocean, their own challenger tend to be seated from a remarkable 2nd devote the actual Off-shore department.

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Your Sarasota Panthers are arriving away the 6-5 house earn from the Ottawa Senators. In spite of rating 6 occasions from the Sens, the actual protective side were not very fairly. Protection had been desperate for their own groove throughout final online game, as well as created a few pricey turnovers that lead at the back of the web. Anticipate Ben to debate final game’s video footage using the protection.

For Sarasota, it is necessary they log off to a different fast begin with the moment the actual puck falls. Maintaining the overall game easy would be the crucial in order to achievement. Brief changes, get rid of as well as run after, as well as strong puck motion is going to be exactly what the actual Felines have to do to be able to defeat the actual Other poultry. This particular Anaheim group requires absolutely no criminals, and can discipline a person once the period occurs.

Kiss the Boy Twice Everyday

May 14th, 2012 | Posted by in Mum's List - (0 Comments)

For Mother’s Day this year, I got myself a present – St. John Greene’s Mum’s List, a UK Bestseller. The book is a love letter from St. John to his late wife, Kate; a letter that was derived from her dying wish list for her family. I finished Chapter 1 before I went to bed. I wasn’t tired, I could’ve read more. But I was afraid if I did, I wouldn’t want to put the book down and my entire pillow will be soaked with tears.

The book also inspired me to think about myself as a mother and my family. A morbid subject definitely, but it could happen to anyone. As a mother, my job is to make sure everyone in the family is taken care of day in and out. I guess that should never stop, even if I’m gone. So, I have decided to make my own “Mum’s List” – so that one day if I so sadly have to be apart from my hubby and boy, they have something of me to hold on to and move on in life with them.

Kate’s first item on her list was for St. John to “kiss the boys twice everyday” – one for St. John and the other for Kate. I will make that my first item, too.

Tiger Moms…seriously?!

May 13th, 2012 | Posted by in Chinese Parenting - (0 Comments)

I played the piano when I was a kid. I had a math tutor. We weren’t allowed to watch TV and we never had sleepovers. I was an artist – I’ve gotten offers at school’s art fair – people wanted to buy my Grade 8 art projects. My average GPA from Grade 8 to 12 was 3.75. I am fluent, written and oral, in English, Chinese and French; I graduated with offers from all major universities across the country: UBC, SFU, UA, UT, McGill…I went to Queen’s for pre-med. I was never into the clubbing or drinking scene and had never tried weed or other drugs. I got married at 24 to a guy who owned one of the first domain registrars in Vancouver, as well as an insurance company.

Dream come true for tiger moms?

Well, luckily, my mom was never a tiger mom. If she was, I’d have driven her to depression long time ago, because in addition to the above achievements:

  • I hated practicing on the piano and I stopped after Level 3
  • I never finished my pre-med. I went on to Nursing instead
  • My first marriage ended in 8 months
  • I met my current hubby in 2007 and we had our son in 2009
  • but we never officially got married
  • I am now a technical/copywriter and the only time my nursing skills/background comes into action is when I put Polysporin and a Curious George bandage on my son’s scrapped knees
  • I have a dragon, tiger and a fu-dog covering half my back
  • I’ve dyed my hair blue, red, pink, brown, orange, and purple.
  • I smoke
  • I have a potty-mouth

Recently I got my hands on a copy of Amy Chua’s Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. Quite disturbing and disgusting if you ask me. But then after some deep pondering, I can’t help but think, this whole tiger mom thing stems from insecurity and fear – the mother herself must very unhappy and insecure that her only source of happiness is from living her own dreams through her kids. It’s just like to the mothers on TLC’s Toddlers and Tiaras every Wednesday night. I don’t know what mother would want to dress her 3-yr old daughter in fake lashes, nails, hair extensions and a Pretty Woman costume. I certainly wouldn’t want my baby girl to look like a hooker, porn star, etc. But then again, look at those mothers themselves – most of them look like out of shape, depressed middle-age underachievers.

Back to tiger moms. I have to admit, there are times I worry about my son’s future. He’s turning 3 in July. I worry about his future – is he going to play sports and live an active lifestyle, will he eventually learn to eat his vegetables without me threatening to throw away his toy trains, will he be fluent in Chinese, will he have a loving and caring relationship with his sibling(s)…the same questions my mom had when we were kids.

But my mom never worried about our grades, she was ok with a C, as long as we tried our best. She got us a Math tutor because we were visiting Hong Kong that summer – it was too hot to do anything outside and we were running out of things to do inside the house. She could care less about our career choices. My baby sister is a hair stylist for Christ’s sake. All she cared about was that we are happy, that we know what we’re doing and we are responsible to ourselves.

She never got the perfect doctor/lawyer kids. But does it really matter? She’s happy because her kids had happy, carefree childhoods that allowed them to explore their ambitions and dreams. As a mother, that’s all you’re supposed to do, the rest, we’ll let the kids figure it out themselves.

Yes, it’s a tough world out there. But it’s my world, not my mom’s.