Oh dogs, my dear, dear dogs. Sometimes I wish we had a mute button for you. Every single time a shadow of movement is seen outside it's "woof, Woof, WOOF." And we don't have tiny little yappy dogs. We have big dogs, which means loud barks. And, not just any big dogs, but two old big dogs who are going blind. Heck, we come home and they are barking up a storm until we walk in the door and they can smell it is us. Now, if they were totally blind, they wouldn't bark. But, no, they can see enough to see shapes and movements, but apparently not details. I guess it is better than them walking into walls afterall. But, boy a mute button would sure be nice.
Speaking of a mute button, I could use one for my youngest son too. He has decided that it is just fun, fun, fun to scream. Inside voice, inside voice, INSIDE VOICE. I suppose yelling "inside voice" kind of defeats the purpose. Seriously though, this is a phase we need to get over very quickly!!!!
My language class has been going well. Though I have the WORST short-term memory. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. . .At least I understand how to read the Cyrillic alphabet now. Perhaps it's not memory, but hearing. Now, I have a small amount of hearing loss to begin with. But, with all this child and dog noise, I think I'm really truly losing it (if not the hearing, at least the sanity, but probably both). Oh well, being able to read the Cyrillic helps some anyway. Da, Da.
Ok, Leka Vecher!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Filling up the plate
I made no New Year’s resolutions. Yes, I have a goal of trying to make healthier food choices and exercising. Yes, I have a goal of trying to get back to being more involved in school stuff. Yes, I have a goal of learning some basic Bulgarian. But, no, these were not resolutions. Rather, these are just things I've wanted to do.
So, I will start the job as PTO Treasurer in February. I will help out with an Embassy Spouse Volunteer project for the winter. I start language class next week for 2 hours/day, 3 days/week for 10 weeks. And, to top it all off, we are moving at the end of March.
We are moving to a house that, hopefully, will be a better fit for our family. Because we sure as hell aren't moving again this tour!!!! So, now I feel my plate is more than enough full for me. So don't ask me to join in anything else, unless it’s just for fun - I can always use more of that. :)
So, I will start the job as PTO Treasurer in February. I will help out with an Embassy Spouse Volunteer project for the winter. I start language class next week for 2 hours/day, 3 days/week for 10 weeks. And, to top it all off, we are moving at the end of March.
We are moving to a house that, hopefully, will be a better fit for our family. Because we sure as hell aren't moving again this tour!!!! So, now I feel my plate is more than enough full for me. So don't ask me to join in anything else, unless it’s just for fun - I can always use more of that. :)
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A New Dawn, A New Day, A New Year, A New Blog Post - Finally!
It seems I'm really on top of this thing for awhile, then well it just goes on the back burner. We are just finishing up two weeks of winter break. Today my youngest goes back to school and tomorrow my oldest returns.
We stayed home for the break and just enjoyed the kids not having places to go and things to do ALL THE TIME. But, of course, our last weekend of break was filled with lots of things to do and places to go.
On Dec. 31st we went bowling with two families, both British friends. Yes, I am the worst bowler ever. Terrible, just terrible. No more needs to be said!
We had those same two families over for New Years Eve. I made 60 of Alton Brown's buffalo wings (oh so good). Put out some olives, pita and hummus, etc. Yes, I'll start making better eating choices now, I mean now, ok, ok, ok, starting now. . . I was going to order pizza, unfortunately the pizza place was closed. Luckily my neighbor brought some lovely food that saved the day. The kids stayed up till midnight and we saw the most awesome fireworks from our place. Up here, you can see the whole city below. And, part of New Year's Eve here is for everyone to set-off fireworks (real fireworks too, no laws like back in the US about that, well about a lot of things really). But, not to worry, with so much wetness, I think fire hazards were pretty low. So, we saw fireworks down in the city from every direction, it was pretty amazing!!!
The next day, we went to lunch at one of the families from the previous night. It was quite the spread and we all played this game called "Chronology," which was quite fun. And, of course, I'm not going to get tired of making fun of the words "sledging" and "aluminium." Can we go buy an aluminium sledge (aluminum sled to us Yankees). Yes, we'll be speaking the Queen's English in no time. Umm, no, we won't.
On Sunday, we tried to go skiing. It is a five minute drive to the gondola from our house. It is a 30 minute ride on the gondola up to the top of the mountain/ski "resort." So, we got up there and they only had men's/boy's ski boots. Now, I don't know if many other women have this problem, but the cuff on a man's ski boot is just too tight on my calf. Now, being a short girl, it is true that men's ski boots end-up coming up to the thickest part of my calf. And, yes, I've put on some weight this year. Yes, I know Nanny Adela, starting NOW! But, even during my more healthy fit days, this was the case. So, I just ordered some women's ski boots - yay. We'll go to the local ski swap and get everything else, so we can all have our own equipment. So, I didn't ski and K didn't either because there was only one lift running and no rope pulls running. There's just not enough snow right now, which we understand is unusual for this time of year. Though it is sure snowing right now! T and hubby went skiing, but the one lift running was too advanced for T, so he had to walk up the bunny hills and give it a go. After two times, he was tuckered out. We came home, he had a headache and a fever to boot. Of course, he's fine today. Go figure.
And that's it from Bulgaria. We hope you and your family had a wonderful, fun and restful Hanukkah, Kwanza, Christmas, Winter Break and New Years!!!!!! Here's to 2011 being happy, healthy and successful!!!!
We stayed home for the break and just enjoyed the kids not having places to go and things to do ALL THE TIME. But, of course, our last weekend of break was filled with lots of things to do and places to go.
On Dec. 31st we went bowling with two families, both British friends. Yes, I am the worst bowler ever. Terrible, just terrible. No more needs to be said!
We had those same two families over for New Years Eve. I made 60 of Alton Brown's buffalo wings (oh so good). Put out some olives, pita and hummus, etc. Yes, I'll start making better eating choices now, I mean now, ok, ok, ok, starting now. . . I was going to order pizza, unfortunately the pizza place was closed. Luckily my neighbor brought some lovely food that saved the day. The kids stayed up till midnight and we saw the most awesome fireworks from our place. Up here, you can see the whole city below. And, part of New Year's Eve here is for everyone to set-off fireworks (real fireworks too, no laws like back in the US about that, well about a lot of things really). But, not to worry, with so much wetness, I think fire hazards were pretty low. So, we saw fireworks down in the city from every direction, it was pretty amazing!!!
The next day, we went to lunch at one of the families from the previous night. It was quite the spread and we all played this game called "Chronology," which was quite fun. And, of course, I'm not going to get tired of making fun of the words "sledging" and "aluminium." Can we go buy an aluminium sledge (aluminum sled to us Yankees). Yes, we'll be speaking the Queen's English in no time. Umm, no, we won't.
On Sunday, we tried to go skiing. It is a five minute drive to the gondola from our house. It is a 30 minute ride on the gondola up to the top of the mountain/ski "resort." So, we got up there and they only had men's/boy's ski boots. Now, I don't know if many other women have this problem, but the cuff on a man's ski boot is just too tight on my calf. Now, being a short girl, it is true that men's ski boots end-up coming up to the thickest part of my calf. And, yes, I've put on some weight this year. Yes, I know Nanny Adela, starting NOW! But, even during my more healthy fit days, this was the case. So, I just ordered some women's ski boots - yay. We'll go to the local ski swap and get everything else, so we can all have our own equipment. So, I didn't ski and K didn't either because there was only one lift running and no rope pulls running. There's just not enough snow right now, which we understand is unusual for this time of year. Though it is sure snowing right now! T and hubby went skiing, but the one lift running was too advanced for T, so he had to walk up the bunny hills and give it a go. After two times, he was tuckered out. We came home, he had a headache and a fever to boot. Of course, he's fine today. Go figure.
And that's it from Bulgaria. We hope you and your family had a wonderful, fun and restful Hanukkah, Kwanza, Christmas, Winter Break and New Years!!!!!! Here's to 2011 being happy, healthy and successful!!!!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Really, A Cell Phone for a Seven-Year Old
Yes, I know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be considering allowing my seven-year old to have a cell phone. But, here's the deal. . .
First, in our compound there are two houses he goes to a lot, one moderately, and three every once-in-awhile. If one friend isn't home, T goes to check in with another friend. I make him come home to tell me whenever he is switching venues, but when T does this it causes a big brouhaha with his little brother, K. You see, K wants to follow T every moment of every day and when T goes to a friend’s house, it’s as if the world has ended for K. So, to see T come and go again is a huge disaster in the making.
Second, we have two very simple, old cell phones from when we were stationed in Portugal, so the phones are older than T. We just need to buy a pay-as-you-go SIM card, and voila T has a cell phone ready to use. If he loses one, likely, then there is cell phone number two. If he loses that one, then it’s over and he clearly is not old enough. Now, we are buying a SIM card for one of the old Portuguese phones so my in-laws have a phone to use for their visit. So, when they leave, we will have a working phone, with a SIM card ready to go.
I’m thinking this means that T will get a cell phone after his Uncle and Grandparents' visit is over. I know, a seven-year old with a cell phone seems a little much. But, let me rationalize just a little bit more, he will ONLY be allowed to use it on our compound to call his Dad or me or for us to call him. Though I can hardly believe it myself, yes, we are really considering giving our seven-year old a cell phone. It must be something they put in the water or maybe I'm just tired hearing K cry every time his brother checks in.
First, in our compound there are two houses he goes to a lot, one moderately, and three every once-in-awhile. If one friend isn't home, T goes to check in with another friend. I make him come home to tell me whenever he is switching venues, but when T does this it causes a big brouhaha with his little brother, K. You see, K wants to follow T every moment of every day and when T goes to a friend’s house, it’s as if the world has ended for K. So, to see T come and go again is a huge disaster in the making.
Second, we have two very simple, old cell phones from when we were stationed in Portugal, so the phones are older than T. We just need to buy a pay-as-you-go SIM card, and voila T has a cell phone ready to use. If he loses one, likely, then there is cell phone number two. If he loses that one, then it’s over and he clearly is not old enough. Now, we are buying a SIM card for one of the old Portuguese phones so my in-laws have a phone to use for their visit. So, when they leave, we will have a working phone, with a SIM card ready to go.
I’m thinking this means that T will get a cell phone after his Uncle and Grandparents' visit is over. I know, a seven-year old with a cell phone seems a little much. But, let me rationalize just a little bit more, he will ONLY be allowed to use it on our compound to call his Dad or me or for us to call him. Though I can hardly believe it myself, yes, we are really considering giving our seven-year old a cell phone. It must be something they put in the water or maybe I'm just tired hearing K cry every time his brother checks in.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
On Our Way to School
So every time I drive K to his new school, we pass a couple things that I keep thinking I just have to share with everyone on our blog.
1. On our compound, they are building another building that will house four very small apartments. We've been watching the construction from day one. Here's the first thing we noticed, they use cinder blocks in the building of the walls of the house. Not so shocking. But then, get this; they line the outside of the blocks with Styrofoam. Yes, you read that correctly, the houses are insulated (and only on outside walls) with Styrofoam. Now, I don't know, maybe this is SOP in the building industry, but I've never seen it before. Back home, houses were always insulated with that pink panther furry insulation stuff (yeah, I don't know its real name, but you know what I'm talking about). So, now after the Styrofoam sheets have been glued on to the cinder blocks, they are spackling on a thin layer of cement. We will see what happens next. . .
2. Every day on the road, we go around this very sharp curve and see a bunch of tires scattered on the side of the road. There was a big puddle on the road next to these tires. It didn’t even occur to me why that might be the case. Well, there is a HUGE hole in the road. And, yes, I found out the hard way. Luckily my tire was not destroyed. But, apparently others weren’t so fortunate. I guess when it’s dry; I just instinctively go around it without paying much notice. Believe me, I will take more notice of such things in the future.
And that's our daily journey to school.
1. On our compound, they are building another building that will house four very small apartments. We've been watching the construction from day one. Here's the first thing we noticed, they use cinder blocks in the building of the walls of the house. Not so shocking. But then, get this; they line the outside of the blocks with Styrofoam. Yes, you read that correctly, the houses are insulated (and only on outside walls) with Styrofoam. Now, I don't know, maybe this is SOP in the building industry, but I've never seen it before. Back home, houses were always insulated with that pink panther furry insulation stuff (yeah, I don't know its real name, but you know what I'm talking about). So, now after the Styrofoam sheets have been glued on to the cinder blocks, they are spackling on a thin layer of cement. We will see what happens next. . .
2. Every day on the road, we go around this very sharp curve and see a bunch of tires scattered on the side of the road. There was a big puddle on the road next to these tires. It didn’t even occur to me why that might be the case. Well, there is a HUGE hole in the road. And, yes, I found out the hard way. Luckily my tire was not destroyed. But, apparently others weren’t so fortunate. I guess when it’s dry; I just instinctively go around it without paying much notice. Believe me, I will take more notice of such things in the future.
And that's our daily journey to school.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
An Embarrassing Moment
We've been told that it is ok to use credit cards at the bigger chain grocery stores. So, for the last two weeks, I've done this without problem at two different stores and I never needed my PIN. However, today I went to a different grocery store (the one closest to my house of course) and, guess what, they needed my PIN. Only, I don't know my PIN, I've NEVER needed it - not here, not there, not anywhere, I do not like green eggs and PINs. So, there I was standing in line with all my groceries and no way to pay for everything. The cashier was kind enough about it, but told me you ALWAYS need your pin at our store!!! I tried calling hubby on his cell phone, but no answer. Thinking this meant perhaps he was in his office, I tried that, but again no answer. Why is it you can never get ahold of your husband when you need to the most? Because, in my case, my husband is always in a DAMN meeting, but I digress. . .Luckily, the cashier was able to back out about $20 worth of stuff so that I could pay with the cash I had on hand, but oh my goodness was I embarrassed. Ok, so I promise I will memorize my PINs or only go to the two stores I know don't ask for them.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Mommy, are you a princess?
Dressed in my lilac gown (thanks Julie for having such great taste), wearing my new heels and my amethyst necklace, I descended the stairs of our home to my three year old asking me if I was a princess? I have to say there is absolutely nothing to make you feel more beautiful. Or feel really bad, when he tries to hug you with pizza hands and you tell him "don't touch Mommy baby." Well, off to the Marine Ball we go.
Our chariot of choice to the ball was a taxi, which we shared with our neighbors who were also going. In the weirdest of coincidences, they arrived in Islamabad, which was our first tour overseas, at the same time we were leaving I'bad. We never met till here, but know some of the same folks. It's such a small world. Glad we finally did get to meet-up at the same time and place.
We celebrated the 235th Birthday of the Marines. Gosh, the Marines all look so young. Nothing to confirm this more than when they announced the birth year of the youngest Marine, which was the same year I graduated high school. There was an open bar and a lot of dancing. We had a lot of fun, but paid for it just a little bit the next day.
Of course, today, my three year old asked me if Sophie (our dog) was a princess. At least he had the good sense to not ask this at the same time he asked me if I was a princess the night before.
Our chariot of choice to the ball was a taxi, which we shared with our neighbors who were also going. In the weirdest of coincidences, they arrived in Islamabad, which was our first tour overseas, at the same time we were leaving I'bad. We never met till here, but know some of the same folks. It's such a small world. Glad we finally did get to meet-up at the same time and place.
We celebrated the 235th Birthday of the Marines. Gosh, the Marines all look so young. Nothing to confirm this more than when they announced the birth year of the youngest Marine, which was the same year I graduated high school. There was an open bar and a lot of dancing. We had a lot of fun, but paid for it just a little bit the next day.
Of course, today, my three year old asked me if Sophie (our dog) was a princess. At least he had the good sense to not ask this at the same time he asked me if I was a princess the night before.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
If The Shoe Fits
You can call me a chicken if you like - if the shoe fits afterall. Yes, it's true, I bought a pair of 4" stilletos for the Marine Ball. Well, I decided to not wear them afterall. I ordered them from Amazon.Com and really they just weren't what I was expecting in terms of going with my ball gown. In addition to a lot of height on a heel as thin as a chopstick, they are patent leather and have a VERY pointy toe. I swear I could wear them for a Wicked Witch of the West Costume on Halloween. Still, they will go with a few things. I did wear them once to an event at the Ambassador's house, which (unbeknownst to me) turned out to be a garden party. As you can imagine, the Ambassador's lawn was well aerated by the end of the evening. So, maybe, just maybe, I'm not a complete chicken.
So, what will I wear instead. I just found the cutest 3.5" heel (slightly wider heel in back, paded on the ball of the foot on front) at the mall here in Sofia. I think they are cute and comfortable (at least more comfortable than the stilletos). So, go ahead, bach-bach-bach, I'm ready for it.
So, what will I wear instead. I just found the cutest 3.5" heel (slightly wider heel in back, paded on the ball of the foot on front) at the mall here in Sofia. I think they are cute and comfortable (at least more comfortable than the stilletos). So, go ahead, bach-bach-bach, I'm ready for it.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Just Another Thought From a Not-So-Desperate Housewife
Warning: Going to get up on my soapbox here. . .
Dear Political Elitists* of both parties;
Your view is the right view for you, but you must realize that everyone feels that their view is the correct one. And, as difficult as it would be to persuade you away from your long held beliefs, understand it is equally as hard to persuade others from their beliefs.
Please remember that we are all human beings trying to make our way in the world for ourselves and our families and trying to live the American dream in the best way we know how. Most, regardless of political affiliation, recognize the importance that all people have the opportunity to live to their fullest potential and to ensure that we leave this world, at the least, a bit better than we found it. Ultimately, I do believe we have similar goals; just not always the same ideas about how to get there.
Though I may only have a BS degree from a public university, I do understand that the culmination of my life experiences has made me who I am and believe as I do. I also understand, though your education level may be more or less than my own, the same holds true for you, for everyone. As such, I pledge to keep these filters in mind in order to have an open discourse about the issues, the ultimate goals to be reached and the best way to get there. I will not vote for an issue or a candidate because anyone tells me to, whether it be friends, family, educators, colleagues, a political party, a politician, a tv personality or a movie star. However, I will listen and try to understand the ideas of others whom I feel are truly willing (not just paying lip service) to do the same for me. Of course, this is just my view of how to reach goals together. But, in this case, you'll have a hard time persuading me that it should be any different.
*According to Urban Dictionary a Political Elitist is a person, regardless of party affiliation, who thinks that they are better than another person, simply because of their alignment with a particular political party/cause/opinion/etc., and as such, exhibits anger and/or animosity towards another person because they have a different view/opinion. (definition can be found at http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Political%20Elitist).
Dear Political Elitists* of both parties;
Your view is the right view for you, but you must realize that everyone feels that their view is the correct one. And, as difficult as it would be to persuade you away from your long held beliefs, understand it is equally as hard to persuade others from their beliefs.
Please remember that we are all human beings trying to make our way in the world for ourselves and our families and trying to live the American dream in the best way we know how. Most, regardless of political affiliation, recognize the importance that all people have the opportunity to live to their fullest potential and to ensure that we leave this world, at the least, a bit better than we found it. Ultimately, I do believe we have similar goals; just not always the same ideas about how to get there.
Though I may only have a BS degree from a public university, I do understand that the culmination of my life experiences has made me who I am and believe as I do. I also understand, though your education level may be more or less than my own, the same holds true for you, for everyone. As such, I pledge to keep these filters in mind in order to have an open discourse about the issues, the ultimate goals to be reached and the best way to get there. I will not vote for an issue or a candidate because anyone tells me to, whether it be friends, family, educators, colleagues, a political party, a politician, a tv personality or a movie star. However, I will listen and try to understand the ideas of others whom I feel are truly willing (not just paying lip service) to do the same for me. Of course, this is just my view of how to reach goals together. But, in this case, you'll have a hard time persuading me that it should be any different.
*According to Urban Dictionary a Political Elitist is a person, regardless of party affiliation, who thinks that they are better than another person, simply because of their alignment with a particular political party/cause/opinion/etc., and as such, exhibits anger and/or animosity towards another person because they have a different view/opinion. (definition can be found at http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Political%20Elitist).
Monday, November 8, 2010
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
I just did the most STUPID thing! If you've seen a picture of our home, it looks like a mansion. In reality, it is anything but. The "house" is actually split-up into four units. Underneath is a garage, with each unit having its own garage space. There is a garage door for the entire "house," but no garage door for each individual unit.
It is a windy, rainy, yucky day today. GSO (aka our Embassy fix-it guys) were here installing shelves for us in our garage space. I had to move my car out of the way to the empty unit's space across from us, so GSO could have room to work. When they left, I closed the big garage door behind them, then turned on my car to move it (K was with me too). I didn't realize how stupid this was until we got out of the car and smelled exhaust with no way to escape. I, of course, opened up the big door to air it out right away. But, I MUST remember to open up that big door before starting the car.
As I finished writing this, I see sun and a calmer (still not calm, but calmer) day!!! This is a fantastic thing because the wind and rain knocked down our basketball hoop, threw the sandox lid and many ride-on toys around the yard and beyond our yard too. Time to go set things straight now that the wind won't blow me away along with all those toys.
It is a windy, rainy, yucky day today. GSO (aka our Embassy fix-it guys) were here installing shelves for us in our garage space. I had to move my car out of the way to the empty unit's space across from us, so GSO could have room to work. When they left, I closed the big garage door behind them, then turned on my car to move it (K was with me too). I didn't realize how stupid this was until we got out of the car and smelled exhaust with no way to escape. I, of course, opened up the big door to air it out right away. But, I MUST remember to open up that big door before starting the car.
As I finished writing this, I see sun and a calmer (still not calm, but calmer) day!!! This is a fantastic thing because the wind and rain knocked down our basketball hoop, threw the sandox lid and many ride-on toys around the yard and beyond our yard too. Time to go set things straight now that the wind won't blow me away along with all those toys.
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