Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Well, hello there, readers!

It's been a few days.  Life in this house lately has been... a unique experience.

First off, let me just say, I am happy. My parents are home!  "What?" you ask.  "Your parents were gone?"  Why yes, yes they were.  But I wasn't about to tell the internet that my parents left!  And all those posts about my Uncle Marshall?  He was here teen-sitting me!  

Ha, ha, fooled you.

The NATO college where my dad is working brought on a "field study."  This is where the students and their spouses go to different countries and... do things.  I know the spouses get tours and get to see the sights, but honestly I have no idea what the guys are doing.  Lectures and things?

I'm clearly very perceptive.

Unfortunately, children can't go because it's expensive and blah, blah, blah.  I am very upset about this.  I'd like to give the ol' "neener, neener" in my online classes and tell everyone "Oh yes, today I'm in a cafe in PARIS... oh would you look at that! The Eiffel Tower!"  But no.

Oh, I'm kidding.  I did want to go, but with the amount of schoolwork I have, it wasn't nearly plausible.  So, I stayed home.  Bought a leather jacket. Baked some weirdo cake.  You know, the usual.

And now, my life is back to a good old crazy.  The college has things scheduled every. single. day. quite often, so I have to figure a way to stick my school in funny places in my day.  I nearly fell asleep trying to read a book on vikings directly after waking up.  Don't get me wrong, vikings are interesting, but I don't do mornings.  And that's that.  I need at the very least a good 45 minutes before my brain functions at a relatively normal speed.

Today, the spouses club, myself, and a few cute little kids strolled around the city on a FOOD TOUR.  A CULINARY WALK.  Also known as, the stuff of dreams.  There was some delightful pizza to be eaten, cheese to be inhaled, and espresso and cappucinos abounding.  Now I'm going to go run eighteen miles.

Ha.  Who am I kidding?  The blisters from my poor choice of footwear are a nice excuse to stay home.  But I did have a fun time, and I got to cuddle and push around (in strollers, not literally push them around.) a bunch of cuties.

Let me tell you... strollers and cobblestones?  Do not mix.

Neither do freshly straightened hair and wind.

Or new ballet flats and long walks.

But I wouldn't know anything about those things, would I?


  1. You're having such an amazing experience--treasure and savor every moment!

    My parents were missionaries to Lebanon when I was a little girl, and it has had a major impact on my entire life.

    I love reading your blog--you're a very talented and engaging writer.

  2. Oh wow, Lebanon! That's terrific! It sounds like quite an adventure!

    Thank you so much! I appreciate your feedback; it's very encouraging! :)


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