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today, in silence, we remember…

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One Day Blog Silence


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April 30, 2007 at 8:43 am

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I have a tattoo. It’s on the inside of my left ankle. It’s made up of Japanese kanji and two teeny tiny little butterflies. The kanji translate to mean “twin” and the butterflies are supposed to represent my twin brother and I. And NO, he doesn’t have the same tattoo.

I had the tattoo done when I was a freshman in college at Ursinus College. I remember that my best friend at the time and I drove to a neighboring town and we were both inked. If I remember correctly she had got a tattoo of a turtle. Which seems so fitting since these days she can be found here.

We haven’t spoken since we both transferred colleges after our freshman year. But I have never forgotten her. To me she was Fire and to her I was Ice, needless to say we both were fans of Robert Frost’s poetry. Either that, or it had something to do with her having red hair and me having blondish hair. I really should email her.

Over the years I’ve thought about getting another tattoo. I don’t really have a great reason for wanting another, but then again, I don’t think I need a reason. The fact that I just want another and that I like them should be reason enough. Read the rest of this entry »

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April 29, 2007 at 8:38 pm

monkeying around

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It was a beautiful day today so instead of staying inside feeling sorry for ourselves, wallowing in our soon to be state of full blown sickness, and waiting for the chicken pox to rear its ugly little head, we went to the zoo.

I’m exhausted. We’re all exhausted. But we had a really fun time.

Here are my favorite pictures from the day.





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April 28, 2007 at 7:57 pm

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I’m not feeling a whole lot better today, maybe just a teeny weeny bit better . Thanks for asking. It’s so nice to know you care.

I’m cranky and tired and my throat still hurts. And I had an awful headache for most of the day – you know the kind that feels like someone took your head and smashed it against a brick wall a few times on each side. Aside from that, everything is just peachy.

And writing that, the word “peachy,” just reminded me about how, one summer, when I was away at Ithaca College studying video production one of the girls in the program nicknamed me Peaches. All because when I was in the dinning hall I was wearing a shirt from the movie “A League of Their Own” and a few boys that were at a basketball camp called me Peaches (it was the name of the team and therefore written in big script letters across my back) to get my attention. I was Peaches for the rest of the summer. I didn’t like that nickname back them, now I just think it was kind of funny and cute. I wish I had more nicknames.

Okay, so that was a weird digression. Back to how I’m feeling, aside from nostalgic, obviously.

So I feel, well, for lack of a better word, BLAH. And now, on top of my own crabbiness, I have two snotty kids. Though my daughter has developed this very Lauren Bacall-esque sound to her voice which just cracks me up every time she talks, so at least that’s a positive. But it means that she’s either got a touch of laryngitis or she’s smoking a pack a day behind my back. I’ll go for the former, because, after all, she is only 4.

And…drum roll please… Read the rest of this entry »

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April 27, 2007 at 9:03 pm

Posted in life, personal

one final comment on Virginia Tech

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A few days ago I received an email from a very good family friend who also happens to be a senior at Virginia Tech.  She shared with us a very heart felt story about one of the victims that I thought I’d share with all of you.

One of my fellow dancers, Reema Samaha, was killed last Monday.  She was a beautiful dancer and person. 

I have heard this story over and over, but I thought I’d share it with all of you.  She brought a few of her high school friends with her to the Beginner’s
hour of practice. Not one of them wanted to stand next to her. She danced through the beginner’s hour, and at the end she approached Hali and asked her if she could stay and try to follow along with the advanced group.  They hesitated but said sure why not?  After about 5 minutes they all clearly
saw how wonderful she was and how talented she was and she immediately became he newest and brightest member of the advanced Hill and Veil group.

At her funeral, which I did not attend, but those high school friends of hers
did and so they shared this story, that her father was speaking about how Reema approached the pearly gates and St. Peter said she could enter on two conditions:

1. She had to teach him to bellydance.
2. She had to teach God to bellydance.

Which I’m sure she is doing both of those right now, because that’s the way she is.

On Monday, April 30th, I will honor the victims of the Virginia Tech Tragedy by taking part in a One-Day Blog Silence. Join me.

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April 27, 2007 at 9:23 am

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Ugh, I hate when that happens

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I had just finished writing about how when I lived in Peru I used to get sick and how we called this flu like illness that would seem to go around “Lima Crud” but how now that I live in Argentina I seem to still be getting sick but that I don’t have a catchy name for what I come down with but then I hit some key by accident and it was gone, all gone. Every word, every letter just vanished.

And since I’m not feeling 100%, which is what had originally prompted me to write about “Lima Crud” and my Argentine version, I’m not going to try to recreate the last post and instead I’m going to go to bed and hope that when I wake up in the morning my sore throat is all better and I feel a little less zombie like.


Okay, so I now LOVE wordpress.com. Lookie here…the draft of my last post, you know the one that I just wrote vanished into thin air, just happen to turn up. And since I can’t deny you the pleasure of reading it…here it is:

When we lived in Peru you’d often here people complaining about Lima Crud (LC) – and no we weren’t discussing the high level of pollution in the city, though the pollution was definitely unhealthy. LC was what we called that icky flu like illness that we’d all seem to get from time to time.

LC was awful when you got it, you felt like complete shit for a week and walked around in a zombie-like state for two. You were pretty much reduced to a mumbling, bumbling, useless mess. I used to get LC a few times a year. I don’t miss it. I do miss Peru, however.

I haven’t come down with a case of LC in two years. Instead, now, I get the Argentine version.

Where we live in Argentina the pollution isn’t bad, we can drink the tap water without getting deathly ill and I don’t have to wash my fruits and vegetables in a water/bleach solution to kill off the funky bacteria and parasites. Yet, since I’ve moved here I’ve had to make a whole lot more visits to the doctors office and take a whole lot more medicine than I ever had when I lived in the United States or Peru for that matter. Last winter alone, I had a case of strep throat, was diagnosed with bronchitis twice and had what seemed to be a chronic case of laryngitis.

I had forgotten all about the crappy winter I had last year until I woke up this morning with a sore, dry, scratchy throat. Now, my body aches and my eyes are heavy. Whatever I’m coming down with feels quite familiar.

I really need to come up with a good name for this Argentina version.

I’m going to bed.

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April 26, 2007 at 9:33 pm

Posted in Argentina, personal, Peru

my harmony

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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Here, in my part of the world, yesterday, Fall finally decided to show up. I do hope it sticks around for a while.

For those of you up in the Northern Hemisphere who are now scratching your heads and wondering why I’m writing about Fall, and not Spring, well it’s because we down here in the Southern Hemisphere are reversed.  Or maybe it’s you all up there that are reversed.  Whichever.  So while you all are just finishing up Winter, we have just closed up our pool, put away our sandals and shorts are are gearing up for our Winter. Though I must admit our Winter is a bit mild compared to the New York winters of my youth and while I miss snow from time to time I really don’t miss the bitter cold.

While the first day of Fall was March 21st — as I was made well aware of this by my daughter who came home from school singing “autumn leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down…” to the tune of London Bridge — we haven’t seen many fallen leaves.  Actually,  it’s been rather warm around here (last Wednesday it was about 80 degrees Fahrenheit) and very rainy (since March 21st, we’ve had 17 days of rain.)  It just hasn’t been, well, Fall-like. Until now that is.  Finally.

There is just something about the Fall season that puts me in a good mood. The crisp cool air, the beautiful mosaic of colors, the fallen leaves and the silence.

Yet I have to admit, I do still miss Autumn in the Northeast United States.  It has taken some time, about 4 years, to get used to Fall without Football, the American kind.  Instead, when I’m expecting April showers and May flowers, I get Fall leaves and Autumn breezes.

But no matter where I am, I can honestly say that I love the Fall. I cherish this time of year, regardless of which months it may happen to fall within. And I know this because I spent two years living in a location where there was no Fall – no beautiful burnt orange or deep red leaves and no cool crisp air. They said there was, the locals would swear that it was Fall, but we couldn’t see it or feel it.  In my opinion, there were just two seasons – sunny (5 months) and cloudy (7 months). And that kinda sucked. I’m still not sure how I made it two years without real seasonal changes, but you adapt. I guess I did.

When I woke up yesterday morning I was delighted to sense the chill in the air. It was rather brisk outside. I put on a pair of jeans, a chunky sweater and even dusted off last years boots. It was like saying hello to a dear old friend that I had lost touch with and being able to pick up exactly where we last left off.  I couldn’t have been more comfortable.

I’ve traded in my bright orange Crocs for my warm fussy slippers and my tank tops for my cozy fleece robe. Fall has finally arrived.

Time to curl up on the couch with soft blanket, a good book and a hot cup of tea. Now, if I only had some Football to watch. The American kind that is.

Written by nicolemarie

April 25, 2007 at 10:38 pm

Posted in moods, personal, seasons