Tuesday, July 31, 2012
When I was a kid, I wished I had a sister. There was one main reason for this, I wanted to share a room. We mostly lived outside back in those days, a million years ago. It was considered the ultimate punishment to have to "go in". I had never heard of "sleeping over" and culturally it was quite strange to even go in someone else's house, let alone their bedroom. If you were waiting, you politely stood at the front door, trying not to notice every detail on the wallpaper or floor mat because that would be deemed "nosey". You can imagine the shock when my first day in the US, ladies came by with treats, stepping in my door and wanting a tour!! I remember being in a friends room one day while she got some things together and being in awe of the fact that there were two, single beds. How cool, a best friend to stay up late with and share stories of boys with and swap clothes. That's how I envisioned it, until I had kids of my own who shared rooms and while I'm sure there were occasional late night bonding sessions, there were also many fights over who's "stuff" was on who's side etc and the mountains of excuses as to why the other room mate needed to clean up. I had my own brief taste of sisterhood when Boyd's younger sister stayed with us for a few weeks after a mission. She borrowed shoes and rummaged in drawers for tweezers and things I guess sisters do but for me that was enough to convince me I had been blessed by having my own room growing up. Why am I sharing this thought? Well sometimes I realize my cultural cross overs have caused me a little confusion. I love the fact that I am more open to visits and neighbors but at the same time, wish everyone didn't feel it was their right to know all my business. Confusing. I also wonder who decided we had to share a room with our spouse. LOL. Two adults who are happy to give kids their own space whilst we have to share. One of us is a thousand degrees whilst the other is frozen, one snores while the other DOES NOT. One gets up at the crack of dawn and the the other at noon yet we somehow think this makes for a good roomy. I'm laughing as I write this because I wouldn't have it any other way (although I've heard many successful marriages do have separate rooms)but today my post was sparked by this:
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Every once in a while, I am reminded that I am in fact a foreigner.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
In my early 30's, I was full of energy and extreme optimism towards spontaneous DIY projects. There's the time I decided after returning from Thanksgiving dinner, that our master bedroom needed painting. Thankfully, the people at home depot, felt their employees family time was less important than the possibility of a crazy like me doing a project and so I was able to buy paint. We prepped, taped, primed and painted and had our room back together in time to go to bed, a little late but the same day (a true story)
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Holidays around here are usually planned at about 4 hours notice and most often include movies. We have never been huge planners. It makes it easy to have a good time, knowing you might have just done nothing at all, which also happens on occasion and nobody seems to care much about that either. The 4th is obviously a holiday I didn't grow up enjoying although I think the Brits should have another day off to maybe celebrate getting rid of Americans saying "I love your accent" :-) Just kidding. Boyd got out of work early Tuesday and so we had an impromptu hike up to Bridal Veil falls. I love that we can be so close to such beauty just minutes off the main road.