Avoiding Crisis

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inside voice

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Someone really needs a lesson on the difference between your inside and outside voice.

I’m at a local coffee shop this morning trying to be inspired and get some writing done. Now, if only the obnoxiously loud women sitting behind me would be, well, less obnoxiously loud. Why must we all know that her daughter has some issue with eating chicken and eggs that have any trace of hormones in them and that she has to call this special organic farm to purchase hormone free chicken and eggs. And how it’s such a chore to have the chicken and eggs delivered but how she can’t understand why it’s such an issue seeing how she lives right off a main road and her house is easy to find. I don’t think she even realizes that everyone else in the cafe has stopped what they are doing and are all staring at her trying to send the message to quiet the fuck down. But NO, she only seems to get louder. Ugh. There goes my peaceful inspiring morning. I could only hope that she’s here for quick coffee and chat with a friend, but this is Argentina, the land of endless coffee dates and charlatanas. So, probably not.

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August 30, 2007 at 11:02 am

Posted in Argentina, ranting

just asking…

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Colo. School Bans Tag on Its Playground

Does anyone else find this a bit ridiculous?

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August 30, 2007 at 10:27 am

some things you just gotta to share

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so a few months ago, one Saturday afternoon, while i took my daughter to a birthday party, my husband thought he’d see what would happen if he put my son in underwear as opposed to the very reliable and always trusty bob the builder pull-up that he normally sports. I just shook my head, told him to have a blast, and that I’d be back later. Seeing how I did 90% the potty training for my daughter, i just chuckled to myself, realizing that he had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into. When I returned home later that day, Owen was fast asleep, with a diaper on, and my dear husband had come to grips with reality – that and 5 wet pairs of underwear that apparently my delightful son had gone through in the course of 15 minutes. We didn’t really bring up potty training again for a while.

Recently, however, Owen has shown a bit of interest in the whole potty process. That, and I think that we’re bordering on being pretty darn over the whole diaper changing thing. He wants nothing to do with the little potty we have, aside from put his foot in it, fall over and laugh. He’s gone straight for the big potty. He now pees in the potty before bath almost every night and from time to time, if we get him at the right moment, he’ll go during the day – but only if you ask him and only if he’s in the right mood. ‘Cause, jeeeez louise, if he doesn’t want to go, he sure let’s you know it with a big nooooooooooooooo and this kinda sorta talk-to-the-hand thing he’s got going on.

Poop is a whole different beast which usually involves him hiding behind something or creating a barricade of toys in front of himself and squatting down and shouting BYE while waving at you. And, if you even try to come near him or even begin to ask whether he’d like to use the potty, you are quickly cut off with a big NO and that talk-to-the-hand thing, which is always followed by a very loud BYE and wave, just in case you forgot that he wants to be alone.

I never push the issue. What’s the point, really. I don’t want to fight with him about it. I keep saying, when he’s ready….when I’m ready (’cause as anyone who’s potty trained a toddler knows, its a whole lot of work!) Maybe this summer.

Today. Today…I think we had a break through. Though I’m not going to get my hopes up or anything. Read the rest of this entry »

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August 29, 2007 at 9:56 pm

the one in which i answer 4 random questions

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Dawn posted these questions the other day and instead of answering them in the comments section of her blog like she wanted us to, I decided to share them with you.

Why? 1) I tried to answer them in the comments section but seeing how I tend to be long winded and can’t seem to answer any single question with a simple response they got a bit long, 2) i think they are meme worthy questions, not that I know what meme-worthy is, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?, and 3) I needed a good reason to introduce you all to two wonderful and amazing women, who also happen to be non-blogosphere friends of mine – Holly and Michelle – who recently decided to join us in the blogging world.

So, Holly and Michelle and anyone else who wants to play along…TAG your it. (Which, in blog-speak, means that you have to take these following questions and answer them on your own blog…!)

So…ladies and gents…let me introduce, the dawn meme a la If. . .(Questions for the Game of Life):

1. If you had to name the most terrifying moment of your life so far, what would it be?

This might seem a bit shocking to you, but to be compltely honest, I’d have to say the day my daughter was born. Or more accurately, the 5 hours leading up to the birth of my daughter.

This moment (or moments because after all, it didn’t happen in one split instance) is also one of the most incredible and amazing moments in my life so far.

How can that be?

All I know is that in those few hours before I held my daughter I had absolutely no control whatsoever over my body (which was really just weird), it was crazy painful (until they gave me an epidural), and I was about to become a mother, responsible for another life, and I had absolutely NO CLUE what to do and whether or not I was going to be a good mom and raise my daughter the right way or be an awful mother who was going to really mess things up. (wow that was a really long run-on sentence. oh well.)

All the emotions, hormones, pain and everything else that goes along with having a baby just made me completely terrified – and it’s not like I could have stopped the whole process and said, “hey wait a minute, i change my mind, I’m not so sure I’m ready to be a mom. Can’t I just go home and wait a little longer until I’m a bit more confident about this.?”

Terrifying, yes. I can be honest about that. But also, beautiful, incredible, amazing, and blissful.

2. If you could keep only one article of clothing you currently own and the rest were to be thrown out, what would you keep?

Hands down, my favorite pair of Lucky Jeans. ‘Cause god only knows when I’ll be able to find another pair of jeans that I like as much as these and we all know the problems I have with finding jeans.

3. If you had to eat in only one restaurant for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?

Millie’s kitchen, also know as my grandmother’s kitchen. Its specialty is Italian. Good wholesome home cooked Italian food. You know the kind of food that there are no recipes for, the type of food that you only know how to cook because you learned it by watching your mother who learned by watching hers.

I know, it’s not a resturant. But it should be. Oh yes it really should be. If I could jar her pasta sauces, freeze her pizza and eggplant parmigiana, can her chicken soup with mini meatballs and her lentil soup, and package up her pizza rustica and struffola, it I’d be filthy rich and you’d all be ridiculously fat.

Not only is the food ALWAYS amazing, AMAZING, but the service is to die for and the company is always really great too.

4. If you could physically strike one person from your past (that you didn’t), who would you hit, and where?

I had this boss once, wait, make that twice – yes, that’s right, two different bosses – that told me I wouldn’t amount to much and that I was a whining ungrateful child who didn’t have what it took to get anywhere. Oh how I wish I had reached over the desk (on both occasions) and just clocked them. Instead, I sat there and cried. Both times.

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August 27, 2007 at 11:39 am

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quizzes

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just because….

What state are you? 

I’m Vermont!

Making mountains out of molehills is your specialty. Then you sell tickets for people to ski down the slippery slopes of said molehills. What you lack in elevation you make up for in syrupy sweetness to those around you. It has been noted that perhaps you are too likely to stick to others, and thus become a nuisance to those you hoped to sweeten. In your wardrobe at home, you have more than just great coats.

What book are you?

I’m Love in the Time of Cholera! by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you’ve loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed.

What animal are you?

I’m a Tyrannosaurus Rex!

You can’t stop talking about the “good old days” of the past. While you remember everything being so much better and more glorious back then, you’ve got to realize that times have changed! It’s time to move on, time to bring in the new technology and advancements! Still, there is some charm to your olden out-dated ways. Children seem to love you, for example, as do some historians and scientists. And you should really eat something… your bones are starting to
show.

What University are you? 

I’m Tulane University!

In the old days, you used to cheer for waves as they crashed on the beach. Now, you’ve just been crushed by them. There are many regrets that go along with this process, but now you’re hoping for many happy returns. After all you’ve been through, it’s tough convincing people that you’re safe to hang out with, but you like to remind them of your aspirations to be a doctor. You want to save people, but first you have to save yourself.

Nothing like wasting 30 minutes on mindless stuff.

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August 26, 2007 at 9:19 pm

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13

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my lucky number.

the number I wore when I played field hockey in HS.

It’s also the number of bids we are most likely going to submit.  though it could be 12 since we are still undecided on one, but i think we’ll stick with 13. 

yes, my work is done. 

Since Tuesday of this week, I have spent every waking moment researching our potential assignments.  I’ve read about the schools, about the types of housing, commuting times, weather, size of the expat community, the morale among those posted to the Embassy or Consulates. 

And now, I’m done.  I’ve had enough. 

While I can’t tell you exactly what we have decided on (my Husband’s rule – he thinks I’ll jinx the whole process) I will tell you that of the 13, 2 are in Africa, 2 in Eastern Europe, 1 in the Middle East and the remaining 8 fall within the Western Hemisphere (but not the USA). 

And folks…that’s all i have to say about that. for now. 

I think it’s time I step away from the computer and rejoin the human race.

have a good weekend.  i’m taking a few days off.

until monday.  

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August 24, 2007 at 11:51 am

research

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Things will be a bit slow around her for a few more days. I’m knee deep in research about all those possible locations that we can bid on.

Here’s an update, however. we started with something like 110 available posts. We are now down to 17. Of those 17 we know for sure that 5 of them will make it on our list. We can submit a maximum of 15 bids, but don’t have to submit 15.

Iceland and Slovenia were cut yesterday. Cuba, Ireland and Norway are on shaky ground. Lithuania and Estonia were added. And this is how it goes.

We are torn between staying in a Spanish speaking country or trying something different.

We are at the same time excited about new opportunities but a bit down about the reality of having to leave Argentina. Okay, if you must know, we’re actually pretty darn depressed about leaving Argentina. such is our life though.

Got to get back to research…next on my list: Dubai.

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August 23, 2007 at 11:00 am