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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Free Me
I was so frickin' excited going to work today.  I was able to listen to my iPod and catch up with some old tunes on the train ride.  I was able to chat with ADULTS without anyone interrupting me (Sophia is notorious for doing so).  I'll get paid for MY SKILLS and TALENTS.  I'll get gratis magazines.  Hot chocolate.  Tea.  Hopefully books, since I'll be working in that division.  I am just HAPPY to be doing something other than changing diapers, washing bottles, feeding the baby, picking up toys, listening to Sophia ask me WHY like a million times and so on.  God, how I miss work!  Even though it's just a couple of hours a week, I've never felt so fucking FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
 
O update:
  • She can lift herself up in her crib and stand there like a jailbird.  We've gotta put the crib one more notch DOWN.  This kid is ready to climb and book outta there. 
  • She can also lift herself up on chairs, couch.
  • Hates her "jail." 
  • She now has three teeth on top and two on the bottom.  But the two teeth are spaced.  Funny.
  • She loves eating her Gerber sweet potatoes star treats.  And Cheerios too.
11:07 pm

Food Allergies
So not only is Sophia allergic to trees, she is allergic to cacao bean, soy bean, lobster, salmon, fish mix (like fish sticks) and almonds so far (more tests to be done next week). Of all things to be allergic to, she LOOOOVES to eat salmon, almonds and edamame!  Why couldn't it be the foods that she doesn't eat, like clams, scallops, crabs???  GODDAMMIT! 
 
At least now we know what are some of the foods that are triggering this post nasal drip (which lead to her coughing and stomach problems).  Hopefully she will outgrow the allergy.  The doc prescribed her to use a nebulizer (which I still need to pick up).  I picked up her medications last night, the bill came out to almost $70!  And that's with insurance covering it.  Insane.  
 
In other news, I am starting work today.  Let's see how that goes.
10:14 am

Monday, October 30, 2006

THINGS YOU'D LOVE TO SAY OUT LOUD AT WORK
Some of these also applies to being a mom of a pre-schooler.  Quite funny, read on (thanks Drew!):
 
1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.

2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.

3. How about never? Is never good for you?

4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.

5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.

6. I'll try and being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.

8. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.

9. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a damn word you're saying.

10. Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again.

11. I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid.

12. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.

13. I have plenty of talent and vision; I just don't give a damn.

14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.

15. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.

16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of
view.

17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.

18. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.

19. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.

20. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?

21. Do I look like a people person?

22. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

23. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

24. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.

25. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.

26. Nice perfume/cologne. Do you marinate in it?

27. I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted a salary.

28. Oh I get it... like humor... but different.
9:34 am

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

So Much To Post, So Little Time
I am just mentally and physically exhausted.  Sophia still has some kind of unknown allergies that has us all perplexed.  She woke up at 6a coughing like a madwoman.  Gave her water.  Still coughing.  Gave her medicine.  Still coughing.  Decided that I would have to clean her nose with a saline spray and use the nasal syringe bulb.  It worked cuz she went back to sleep in a snap.  Me?  I was counting motherfucking sheep and couldn't fall back asleep.  And Phil says I'm nasty in the morning.  No shit Sherlock, wouldn't you if you're a light sleeper?
 
What's also troubling me is that she no longer wakes up from her afternoon nap TO GO PEE.  Nighttime she's always sported a diaper, but USED to get up and pee, but for the past two months, she refuses to get up and go.  Afternoons, she never ever had to wear a diaper, even as a protective measurement.  So lately, for the past two weeks, she peed right through her clothes, blankets (must have at least three), her bedsheet, sometimes her pillow (depending which direction she fell asleep in), and THE GODDAMN FUTON.  What the hell is going on???  Last week, I finally gave up and put a protective cover.  I don't know why I didn't do it sooner.  Phil and I are thinking about trashing the futon since it's a bit worn out (it did come from our ex-Poconos house).  Maybe that's what's making her sick.  We don't know, but I'm making another appointment to see an allergist.  As for her pissing on the bed, I really don't know what to do.  Will it solve on it's own?  Do I have to do some kind of psychological babble with her?  I am just too bloody knackered to figure this shitty mess.  If it's not this, it's that.  Not that?  It's this.  WHAT THE...Sigh.  CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Good news is, I am going back to working with my friend Perry.  He's one of the higher uppers at a major sports company.  It will only be part-time, Monday through Thursday afternoons and only a test run to see if I can handle it.  I am praying to the fat Buddha that this will work. 
 
I just need a few hours to be me instead of a mother of two.
9:34 pm

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Daddy Got His Ass Manhandled By Daughter
Since I had a ticket to the Martha Stewart show this morning, I couldn't drop Sophia off to school.  So I handed Phil the duties.  I almost never have a problem with her throwing a tantrum or crying hysterically.  Maybe she just knows who owns her ass.  But the minute Phil takes over, all hell breaks loose.
 
According to Phil, the meltdown started when Sophia was putting her sneakers on.  Suddenly she started to throw her sneakers at him and diving into the floor.  It got to the point where the nanny told Phil to take Olivia downstairs and to meet them by the car.  Sophia was calm by the time the nanny brought her downstairs.  The minute the nanny plopped Sophia into Phil's arms, she started to cry and shout she didn't want to go to school.  Phil miraculously got her into the car, buckled her in and drove to school.
 
Phil's never brought Sophia to school.  Normally he drop us off on his way to work.  He's never even seen her classroom or met her teachers.  Last night I wrote a list of instructions for him, such as where to hang the strollers, where the classroom was located, what were the teachers name and where to find the fridge to store her lunch.  I don't think he read it carefully because he couldn't find anything!!!
 
Sophia still throwing a fit by the time they got out of the car, refused to tell Phil where to put the stroller (even though I told him where!).  A mom with her child noticed Phil was in a bit of distress, told him where to hang it.  Sophia threw her milk bottle onto the floor, pissed off as hell. 
 
For some strange reason, Phil totally missed her classroom and walked her to the other side of the floor.  Sophia knew Phil was lost and wouldn't cooperate and tell him where her class was located.  One of the teachers noticed Phil was lost and escorted him.  Phil introduced himself to the teachers and attempted to get Sophia settled in.  At this point, she tried to bolt out of the classroom!   Luckily one of the teachers stopped her from going out.  At this point, Phil was so frustrated and mentally exhausted, he told the teachers he was going to wait downstairs for a half hour incase Sophia didn't settled in.  Half hour passed and Phil was relieved to go to work. 
 
Phil says to me this evening, "I was about to call you and tell you what happened, but I decided not to ruin your morning.  I was sooo pissed!"  And you know what I said to him?  I said that he put it upon himself.  He let her run amok.  She's got the upper hand in their relationship.  He needs to learn how to discipline her when she doesn't listen.   It's his fault!
 
I'm at Martha Stewart, sitting in the best seat (middle aisle, front row!) thinking I'm going to get a great goody bag because the last time I was there, I ended up with shitload of sweet stuff (photo printer, silk diaper bag, J&J baby products, massage oil, baby clothes and shoes and a baby book).  Here's what Martha did on the show.  Tom Arnold in the house (uh, whatever).  Ooh, Cookie Monster!  I was sooo certain they were going to give out the Old School Sesame Street DVD.  Umm, no.  Instead I got A FUCKING DVD MOVIE OF TOM ARNOLD!  That's it! 
 
What a wasted day.
9:42 pm

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Recoil Update
YAY!  Alan Wilder from DM/Recoil is coming out with a new album next year.  One thing that bothers me is his hair- it's long.  It looks like he is wearing a wig or something.  Not very appealing, but still do-able.  Yum.  Those of you who are interested in seeing his interview on YouTube:
 
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5:46 pm

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Round and Round (no, not the Ratt song)
This sick thing is ridiculous.  Sophia kept me up for most of the night by coughing and sniffling.  Around 2:30a, she kept sniffling, making weird noises from her nose.  I offered to help her blow her nose but she kept refusing it.  After listening to it for another half hour and not being able to go back to sleep, I had to force her to blow her nose (she had the nerve to put up a fight with me at 3a).  I gave her some cold medicine (and spilled water all over the carpet which pissed me off some more).  An hour later or so, she started to cough non-stop.  I might have dozed off while she was coughing.  By 7a, I gave up on sleeping and just stared at the ceiling.  Goddammit, son-of-a-beech, WHEN WILL THIS COLD/COUGH GO AWAY! 
 
Took her to the pediatrician (FOR THE THIRD TIME WITHIN THIS MONTH!) and he said this cold/cough is just going round and round.  Kids in school are spreading it to one another and they end up giving it to the parents.  He said this year is going to be bad.  Gee, I'm looking forward to this ride.  ARGH!  !@$!%@#$~!@
 
Can someone please tell me why did I decide on having kids?!?! 
10:19 am

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Effin' Echo
Over the weekend, I heard Sophia say, "fucking shit" several times. But the way she pronounced it was like "feckin' shit."  I was a couple of feet away, with my back turned, so I didn't hear her clearly, but I heard the "feckin'" part.  I turned around, not angry, but curious to why she said it, I asked her to repeat what she just said.  Of course, she immediately said the safest thing to say, "I don't know."  Phil told me later on she said it in a sentence, in the right context.  I was really surprised. 
 
And then on our way over to my parent's place, she said, "Jesus Christ, blah blah blah blah" (grandma says JC all the time).  The girl is learning pretty darn quickly.
 
And just the other day, Phil kept saying how he doesn't feel well (he is such a hypochondriac).  I realized maybe this pseudo stomach ache of hers could be picked up from Phil.  I told him he had to stop saying it in front of her because she's learning to pick things up and store it in that little brain of hers.  And repeat it aloud.  Over and over.
 
Oh boy.
9:14 pm

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Belly Ache
For the past week or so, Sophia's been complaining about having a stomach ache.  At first I thought, maybe it's from school and being stressed from it.  But then she went on a hunger strike (and drink) and then Phil and I started to get worried.  We took her to the pediatrician and said she had the stomach virus.  He gave us medicine and told us she should eat basic dry foods, such as rice, soup, congee (the Chinks who read this post know it as jook) and to stay off anything fried. 
 
Sophia took his advice to heart.  After she was getting better, she still refused to eat anything but bread, crackers and rice crispies cereal.  It was driving us all nuts.  I had to force food down her throat and against her will.  I tried bribing her.  Threatening her.  Gave ultimatums.  Still, NOTHING WORKED.  She would cry non-stop.  She even had the balls to spit her food out, even on me (ooh, that really pissed me off big time).  On Friday, she woke up with swollen eyes from crying her ass off (after much threatening to chuck her ass into the garbage can).  Today, Phil took Sophia back to the pediatrician and he reassured her she could eat anything she wants.  That little pep talk costed us $15.  Did it work though?  NO.
 
Her bowel movements are pretty normal.  No sign of blood.  No vomiting.  No nausea.  No fever.  The only time she says she has a belly ache is during meal time.  Could it be a sign of pre-schoolers jitters?  Gas?  Celiac disease?  Irritable Bowel Syndrome?  An excuse?  A psychological thing?  I have no idea what it could be.  We've tried to give her favorite food, but that too doesn't work.  Whatever it is, it's really driving me crazy, causing stress with everyone (including my parents and grandparents).  We might just have to make an appointment to see a pediatric gastroenterologist to double check nothing is really wrong with her.  Sigh.  She was such a low-key, no problem child when she was a baby.  Where did she go and what happened???
 
***
 
O is on a roll.  She is crawling fowards!  Her first aim is to go towards the cd/cassette radio player.  Plus the wires are quite luring. 
 
Her fourth tooth is coming out, which is causing her to GRIND HER TEETHING DURING THE DAY.  Ack. 
 
I've taken out the old baby toys that was once Sophia's.  Guess who's playing with it?  Yeah, the bigger baby. 
 
The nanny and I have taught her how to poo in the toilet.  We know when she's about to poo- when she starts getting all farty.  Then we make the mad dash to the toilet, strip her down and plop her on the potty seat.  Sometimes she urinates too.  The funny part is, when she's done, she looks at us with this relieved look and smiles.  Cracks me up everytime. 
 
Oh, and just today, she decided to stand up (while grabbing onto the rails) in her crib.  I had Phil put the crib down one more notch.  I swear this kid is fearless. 
 
It's so amazing how the girls came from the same womb, but are so, so different.  Like ying and yang.  Oil and vinegar.  Me and Phil.
10:27 pm

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Grey's Real Life Drama
Found in today's NY Daily News:
 
For McDreamy, it's nearly lights out

 

 

They almost needed some real doctors on the set of "Grey's Anatomy" this week, according to sources who say stars Isaiah Washington and Patrick Dempsey got into a violent brawl.

Our spy at the production corroborated a National Enquirer report that a long-simmering feud boiled over on Monday when Washington (Dr. Preston) attacked Dempsey (Dr. Shepherd).

The donnybrook is said to have erupted at L.A.'s Prospect Studios when Washington, 43, and Dempsey, 40, started arguing over cast members being late for a scene.

According to The Enquirer's source, the unscripted drama played out like this:

"What are we waiting on?" said Isaiah.

"Not me," said Patrick. "I'm always ready."

"At that point," said the source, "Isaiah said something mean to T.R. Knight" (who plays mild-mannered Dr. George O'Malley).

"That's when Patrick told Isaiah, 'Pick on somebody your own size.'

"Well, that did it. Isaiah became enraged and grabbed Patrick by the throat and shoved him back a few feet.

"Dr. McDreamy [Dempsey's nickname] almost landed in McDreamland."

When Knight demanded that the pair break it up, the source says, "Isaiah called him a bitch. Isaiah stormed off to his trailer to cool off, while Patrick and T.R. stood there in disbelief.

"The director and producers got involved, and a meeting was organized with the network execs."

Washington came back to the set, and the actors finished their scene, but feelings are still said to be raw, with neither actor offering an apology.

"Isaiah is a theater-trained actor who can't stand the whole McDreamy magazine-cover-boy furor over Patrick," says the source.

Our source denied Washington choked Dempsey, but confirmed, "Isaiah said some disgusting things. He was in Patrick's face. I think Isaiah has issues. There's an underlying jealousy. But it's not Patrick's fault. They've put a lot of pressure on him by making him the face of the show. Patrick never asked for it, but he promotes the show whole-heartedly."

Enquirer editor David Perel told us "the sourcing on this story is rock-solid."

Dempsey's spokeswoman said, "There was an argument on set. In any close-knit family, sometimes people argue. But everybody made up and went back to work."

Our calls to an ABC spokesman and publicist for Washington weren't returned.

Let's be glad there weren't any scalpels lying around.

9:15 pm

Question of the Day
This morning while I was sitting in her classroom, watching her play with the rooster, cow, pig, horse stamps, Sophia asks me, "Mommy, why don't you take care of me?"  I had to think about the past week if I seemed extremely eager to leave her at school.  I asked her, "What do you mean?"  She repeats the same question, so I replied, "The teachers will take care of you in school and when it's time to leave, Mommy will come to pick you up and take care of you."  Chirp chirp.  No reply from her. 
 
I'm not sure if she was satisfied with the answer.  But at least she didn't cry when I left her.
1:46 pm

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Exhausted
I am running on empty fuel.  Last night, Olivia was constantly sneezing and crying from a drippy nose at around 11p-3a.  I had given her some cold medicine, water, a rub-down, propped her head up with an infant crib cushion, wiped her nose AND given her 4ozs of milk and still, she was not a happy camper.  After 3a, I gave up, ignored her cries and let her deal with it.  I was just too exhausted to get up from the bed.
 
On top of that, Sophia woke up around 3a with a cough (I had Phil handle her).  It was bad enough she had a bit of a stomach virus over the weekend (all day on Sunday she refused to eat or drink which made us shit in our pants with worry).  This cough she has is just a sinus drip that happens on beautiful days like these.  I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL IT'S FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE TO FREEZE EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.  That way, she won't have to continue to take allergy medicine.
 
Oh, good news though, Sophia likes her new school so much, just this morning she told me to go home, in other words, BEAT IT MOM.  Excellent.
11:06 am

Friday, October 6, 2006

Moon Festival
I swear, my 75ish grandmother is the best.  As always, whenever there is some kind of Chinese holiday, you can always guarantee she will cook up Chinese delicacies.  And you can always count on her to cook up a storm on Chinese New Year Eve.  Everything is hand-baked in her kitchen, except for the moon cakes itself (not a huge fan of it, I can only eat a quarter of it, without the salty egg).
 
For the Moon Festival (also known as Harvest Moon, Autumn Moon), she made a bunch of sticky rice cakes stuffed with red beans (it's my favorite and it's sooooooo daaaaaamn good), a round dough-y dumpling (stuffed with water chestnuts, minced pork, dried shrimp and peanuts), turnip cake and a sugary round ball (no idea what this is, but it's a cute little treat to pop in your mouth).  Grandma sure knows how to satisfy my palate.
 
I'll post some pics up as soon as I can (my camera battery died just a few minutes ago).
8:47 pm

Everything Gone Brit
Ahh, the '90s.  It brings me back to the days of graduating from college and having that carpe diem moment of backpacking across Europe (which consequently never happened because I ended up taking the job at Elektra and reminding myself Europe will always be there for me to visit).  And my huge obsession with everything British- the films, the actors (Clive Owen, Ioan Gruffudd, Hugh Dancy, Hugh Grant, Jack Davenport, Jeremy Northam, Greg Wise, Ralph Fiennes, Colin Firth), Cadbury chocolates and Smarties, PG-Tips tea, lemon curd and scones, Bass ale, the tube (mind the gap!), Leeds Castle, Marks and Spencers knickers, the bloody fockin' accents to the brilliant Britpop (and trip hop) music.  I had visited London three times by 1998 (and one more time after that).  I can never get sick of visiting London.   Infact, my ultimate dream is to live there.  Permanently!
 
If you're a fan of Oasis, Blur or Pulp, you should watch "Live Forever."  Noel Gallagher (one half of Oasis) is probably the most entertaining of the interviews- he really had me cracking up with some of his reflections.  It seems like Damon Albarn got a lot of shit for being an asshole on the interview, but it didn't change my attitude towards him...he is what he is.  If you were to ask me who would I snog with, Albarn wins hands down.  Those unibrows on the Gallagher brothers are absolutely dreadful looking.  Plus I wouldn't understand a word from either Gallaghers (moreso with Liiiiiiiiiiiiam).
 
I was disappointed when the DVD abruptly ended without any mention of Elastica (Albarn's muse, Elastica's frontwoman Justine Hirschmann), Prodigy (the beginning popularity of trip-hop/electronica in the US around the end of Britpop) and the Spice Girls (what were the kids in the 90s thinking???).  But if you feel nostalgic...it's a very good DVD to re-live those days.
 
I think I'm going to give a Parklife and Different Class a listen and remember what it was like to be in my mid-20s once again...ahhh.
3:48 pm

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

School/Teeth/Jail
Sophia started her new school today.  It's the same one I had criticized earlier about the teachers taking the children to the housing projects to play at and the kids stomping on sidewalk dog shit.  I figured the kids won't be hiking there again during the regular school year, so I might as well overlook it.  She'll be there Monday through Friday, 8:30a-12:30a.  Eventually I'll leave her there until 3p, maybe come January.  The classroom is much more larger than the one she was at this past July and there are about 15 children.  Teachers seem nice, caring and informative.  Crappy part is, it's about a 10 to 15 minutes walk from the apartment, so I have to schlep her in a stroller (otherwise, it would take us forever to get home).  I really hope she adjusts to school this time around.  Keeping my fingers crossed.
 
One of O's top tooth is coming out.  That will be number three.  The middle of the night crying is driving me nuts, but I refuse to get up.  She's gotta learn how to soothe herself back to sleep (and she has learned to go back to sleep on her own).  The only time I really get up is when the crying is more than two minutes.  I know, I'm hardcore mom, but hey, the system works for her and for me.
 
We bought a baby corral/playpen for O.  This way, she can roll around to her heart's content without ending up stuck underneath the couch.  Problem is, there's hardly any room in our living room!  Man, it's time to chuck out all these toys...I HATE CLUTTER!
9:34 am

Monday, October 2, 2006

Bros & Sis'

Last night I watched a new show called "Brothers and Sisters" on ABC.  Calista Flockhart (she needs to eat...badly), Sally Field, Rachel Griffiths, Balthazar Getty, etc).  This show replaced Grey's Anatomy on Sunday nights at 9p (I miss them on Sundays!).  The only reason that has got me interested is Matthew Rhys (he plays one of the brothers).  He's actually Welsh and is best friends with Ioan Gruffudd (YUM!  Fantastic Four, King Arthur).  Here's an interesting trivia- Matthew and Rachel Griffiths once starred together in a very funny movie together called Very Annie Mary.  I'm going to give it one more week to see if the show is worth the watch.

http://abc.go.com/primetime/brothersandsisters/index.html

8:35 am

An Excellent Article From Frommer's

All Work and No Play Makes U.S. a Tired Country

By Charis Atlas Heelan
September 29, 2006

If I had a free airfare for every time an American told me that they have never ever taken a two week vacation in one spurt except for their honeymoon, I would fly free for the rest of my life. Europeans, New Zealanders and people like me who grew up Australia, savor our holidays and actually take them. When I say "holiday" I mean four weeks of uninterrupted travel, not four days away with a laptop and a cell phone. It also does not mean taking a week off to fix the aluminum siding on your house. Holidays have always been about multiple destinations, immersing yourself in the culture and learning about yourself through experiences -- even if they aren't all positive. The idea of a week at a beach resort in the Caribbean just doesn't hold that same appeal. So why do Americans take such short vacations and tend to favor one destination, a package trip or an organized tour?

It seems that Americans are too scared to take a long vacation. Sure they may be entitled to two weeks a year (some maybe even four weeks) but are hesitant to take it for fear that it will be looked down upon by management, that there will be nobody there to fill the gap or even worse, they may actually lose their job. I have to applaud employers like Yahoo!, who last week announced that they are compulsorily shutting down their head office during the week between Christmas and New Year and forcing their employees to take vacation. This may not be the ideal scenario as the week between Christmas and New Year is invariably the most expensive of the entire year to fly or stay anywhere, but at least it gives the staff time to decompress.

I am generalizing here and it is not my intention to insult people in my adopted homeland. Rather I want to free you from the bondage that is the American work ethic and introduce you to a lifestyle that I consider normal (okay, so Australians aren't exactly "normal" but we certainly love to travel). Travel is about passion, and saving money to visit a destination you have always dreamed about is the most gratifying feeling of accomplishment. Travel is also about risk taking and extending yourself. I love five-star hotels -- don't get me wrong -- but to really experience a country, you need to stay somewhere unique. I have had the pleasure and displeasure of staying at several rather questionable hotels -- like the hotel on the ninth floor of a 19th century building in Cairo where a fire broke out during my stay and the elevator stopped working, or having to wedge a chair under the door handle of the hotel room in Tangiers to stop the unwanted advances of the night manager. Then there was the flooded hotel room in Chichicastenango, Guatemala and a floating (or actually sinking) boat hotel in Amsterdam that gave away free beer but had no bath towels. You can't find those experiences in a package deal!

Long vacations and work productivity are not mutually exclusive. If you look at international standards, Australia is about average -- four weeks of paid leave or vacation per year is the legal and acceptable standard and in most organizations, time can be accrued. Traveling for four weeks is not frowned upon; in fact it is often encouraged. As a former employer, I often gave my staff up to three months off to explore the world, develop and come back invigorated. In Norway, it is generally five-weeks of paid holiday; in Italy the standard is more like six weeks, same in France and Germany. To keep it in perspective, all these countries are still in the top ten in terms of overall labor productivity in the world (along with the U.S., but at what price). I'm not just talking about middle management -- the holidays are across the board from senior executives to blue collar workers and everything in between. In France and Norway everything closes down during the month of July and the same is true for January in Australia and August in Italy (actually the Italian tradition dates back to Roman times, when it was common for everybody in Italy to escape the hottest time of the year by going on holiday. It is a time for people to rest, travel and celebrate life in general). It's not that Europeans don't have a strong work ethic ? they do. But they also know that the best work is done when they feel refreshed and revitalized and you can only really do that after a holiday.

Americans may be bad at taking vacations, but it seems that the Japanese are even worse. According to a January 2006 article entitled "Japan to tell its workers: take time off - for the sake of the nation" that appeared in the U.K.'s Guardian newspaper, Japanese people are entitled to 18 days holiday per year but rarely if ever take even half of that. As a result, productivity is lowering and it seems that even birthrates are affected with numbers plummeting as employees work long hours and take only half their holiday allowance. That should be incentive enough to take a break.

Passport ownership numbers in the U.S. tend to reflect how far down the ladder of life Americans rate international travel. Despite the atrocities of 9/11 and the panic about travel that supposedly followed, more Americans are getting passports now than ever before. Six years ago, figures were around 15% and according to the Yale Center for the Study of Globalization, that figure is now at a record high 21% (although the Department of State suggests the figure is closer to 27% -- it is impossible to find one definitive statistic). Compare that with Australia and New

Zealand which are about 85%, around 80% in Germany, 77% in the U.K, approximately 40% in Canada and you begin to understand the focus and emphasis that the citizens from many other countries put on international travel.

There is an ad currently running on TV, I don't remember for which company, but it shows a couple's life flash before us, with images of childhood, college, work, having a family, etc. It is only at retirement that these people even consider traveling -- there is something very wrong with this picture and I think it reflects the way that most Americans perceive their lives. You should not have to wait until you are 60 to start enjoying your life through travel.

Quality of life is the number one reason you should travel and take longer vacations. There is too much stress and guilt when it comes to work, with people dreading taking a single day off. The obsession with career and making money ultimately will not bring the promise of a life fulfilled. It's time that people in the U.S. stood up to Corporate America and started demanding the right to take real holidays, even if they do call them vacations. Is two weeks enough to travel to Africa and take a proper safari? No. Is ten days enough to see the great museums of Europe? No again. Would you really fly all the way to New Zealand (where you land two days after you take off) for 12-days? I think not. So how do we go about implementing a fundamental change in the American psyche? Will it take a massive cultural shift or just the passion and dedication of travelers like you, with the strong will to explore the world and change the popular misconception that real vacations are for other people? I'm not calling for anarchy -- just a bit of subtle revolution.

Here are a few small suggestions:

  • When you do travel, be adventurous, research your travel destination online and in travel guides (Frommer's of course) -- don't be afraid to try something different.
  • Travel alone. It may sound daunting, but it is the best way to meet people and extend yourself.
  • Step out of your comfort zone. If you are used to five-stars, try sleeping under five millions stars instead.
  • Don't go back to the same place each year. Make it a point to try somewhere new each year.
  • Learn a foreign language, even if it is only enough to order breakfast and say hello when you walk into a shop.
  • Work out what you are really passionate about. If it is food, travel to the place of origin of your favorite cuisine. If it is Russian literature, travel to the source and see first-hand what inspired the Russian masters to write.
  • Negotiate for more vacation time on with your next job offer; employers will more readily give a week of extra time off in lieu of more money. Even better: say you can only start that new job in a month's time and spend that month traveling somewhere sensational.
  • Discuss the idea of a long vacation at work -- even if it is without pay. You'll never know unless you ask.
  • Save your cash, set a goal, sublet your house/apartment and take a sabbatical (third world countries are best for those on a budget). A few months off will be the cure to all that ails you.
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