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You’re Not ALL That (aka the “things I won’t miss” list)
Yesterday, I wrote about all the things I will miss when I move back to the U.S. In the interest of fair disclosure, there are a FEW things that I won’t be so sad to leave behind. Head lice. The lack of mesh window screens. If I had a pound for every bee/wasp/fly/dragonfly I have killed in the past few years… People snickering when I “mispronounce” words ” ” “” when I say “pants”. Rain Spiders. everywhere. Spider webs. EVERYWHERE. Hard water Not having a shower in my house. (A bath is nice every now and again, but not first thing in the morning.) Cool summers/summers without sunshine…
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Things I Will Miss
The first question on anyone’s lips to me, lately, is “are you excited to be leaving?”. The second most asked question is “what will you miss?” The first is an easy question to answer, as the answer is “no”. Of course, if you had asked me if I was excited to be going back, the answer might be “yes”. (If I was moving back into my own house, it would be a slightly more confident “yes”. But for now… think I am. And yet not.) As for the second, well, it is a silly question. First and foremost, I will miss my friends. I will miss my hairdresser (see, Nadine,…
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Silent Sunday
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Silent Sunday
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Drama Momma?
There's been a lot of drama in this Momma's house this week. At the end of it all, I've been told that I'm letting situations get blown out of proportion. That the only problem is me, and that I need to move past it. People that have pointed the finger at me, saying that things are my fault for not doing enough. Spoken by people who have good-self esteem, people who brim with confidence. People who don't have to measure their words quite so carefully, who don't have an ingrained fear of saying something stupid, who maybe aren't worried about looking awkward. People who have probably never felt mediocre. People…
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Silent Sunday
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Someday
I have a lot of goals. Some are big. Some are small. Some are seemingly ridiculous but goals nonetheless (preferably by Thanksgiving….) Someday, I will tick them off my life list. Someday, I will figure out just how to carve a turkey without making it look like Freddy Krueger runs the kitchen. Someday I will lose those last twenty pounds (again) – for good. Someday, I will run a half-marathon. Run, not walk. And finish it. Someday I WILL unblock my blocked artistic side and not look at my sketchbook with fear of failure. Heck, maybe someday I won't be afraid of failing. Someday, I will illustrate a…
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Fill In the Blank Friday. On Saturday.
Yes, I know it is Saturday. Because I’m PERPETUALLY a day late and a dollar short. And because I have a whole passel (that IS a word) of blog posts, unfinished as it is, on my laptop, quite embarrassingly. So without further ado, let’s fill in some blanks, shall we? 1. My favorite flower is the tulip. They are so sunny and happy, and can look simple and elegant at the same time. I had parrot tulips in my wedding bouquets, which probably was my favorite flower arrangement, ever. 2. You should never talk about topics that you aren’t ready to discuss IN DEPTH with your kids in front of…
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In Which I Make A Big Announcement. And Try Not To Cry.
I have BIG news. And, OMG – NO – I’m not pregnant. (Hell to the NO, those of you who thought it….) It is with a conflicted heart that I share this: We are moving back to the US. At Christmastime. That’s 12 weeks away. While we figured this would be our last year here, we thought we had until mid-July, or at the minimum, June. However, with management changes back in the US, the Hubs has been offered a new position which will have the majority of his responsibility based in the US. It was a tough decision to make, but if he was to be in the…
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Playing Tourist
A few weeks ago we attended a friend’s wedding. In the course of a conversation with some acquaintances, they asked what we had planned for that weekend. I don’t recall what in particular we were hoping to do if the weather held out, but the fellow we were talking to said “I don’t know why we’ve never been there ourselves!” He went on to comment how too often people take places/things for granted and never get around to seeing what is right in their own backyard. How true. Yesterday I was having a post-football bite of lunch with my son at HIS favorite sandwich shop. A friend, walking past, asked…
