I think I have the urge to blog.
Weird.
I know.
But here I am. Annnnd. Just as I thought I had 2 seconds to do so, my children surround me with stories and questions. (shocker) Another reason I haven't blogged much. Or. Any.
But I realize that months are passing by, and I haven't recorded any of our life. And if I don't record it, I know I won't remember it. Let alone, my kids. So here I go:
Today we decided to venture to our neighbor nation of freedom. It's just a little two hour drive across a long causeway, but it's out of here and a nice break. Only trouble is, you have to make sure you have the right paperwork to leave the country. And apparently, we didn't. So we drove for an hour to the border, got to the first check point, and they made us turn around. Sounds pretty simple, I know. But with hundreds of people in line, it was a little tricky. Imagine a normal border crossing. Now take a car on the far right of ten lanes, that's us. Make us get to the other side of those ten lanes. Now make all of the drivers total idiots who have never been to a driving school a day in their life and have no idea how to wait in a line, let alone take turns. All in all, I was very impressed with Peter's driving. He just stuck the nose of our big grey SUV right in front of people and inched through. It only took maybe, five minutes. It was a funny sight: Hundreds of cars going straight, us totally perpendicular to them. Wait. What am I saying. That's not an uncommon sight on any day of the week here. Crazies.
THEN. We decided we'd just shop in "Crowbar". Too bad we got there just as the call to prayer was going. Yep. Most everything closes from 11:30 to 4. We got there right at 11:30. In Italy things close for a couple of hours in the afternoon, and it didn't seem to bother me near as much. I think because it seems to be a choice there. Here it is a law. And it bugs me.
Some things open after prayer, but close at one. So we waited for half an hour in the car. (LOVE the DVD player) Ate at Applebee's and then went to Ikea. I bought stuff just because I was ticked off and wanted to buy something. Some days, nothing seems to go my way. Well. Lot's of days.
It was very much like Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. (which I have talked about before) AND, I had to wear my abaya AND I was hot. AND I had a big shopping list I had high hopes of filling. AND I didn't even get any honey from the trucks on the side of the road. AND I didn't even get a nap.
So there.
How was your fake Saturday? (That's Thursday around here...)
Um. Maybe I shouldn't 'record' our life. No one wants to remember this stuff. Oh well.
Weird.
I know.
But here I am. Annnnd. Just as I thought I had 2 seconds to do so, my children surround me with stories and questions. (shocker) Another reason I haven't blogged much. Or. Any.
But I realize that months are passing by, and I haven't recorded any of our life. And if I don't record it, I know I won't remember it. Let alone, my kids. So here I go:
Today we decided to venture to our neighbor nation of freedom. It's just a little two hour drive across a long causeway, but it's out of here and a nice break. Only trouble is, you have to make sure you have the right paperwork to leave the country. And apparently, we didn't. So we drove for an hour to the border, got to the first check point, and they made us turn around. Sounds pretty simple, I know. But with hundreds of people in line, it was a little tricky. Imagine a normal border crossing. Now take a car on the far right of ten lanes, that's us. Make us get to the other side of those ten lanes. Now make all of the drivers total idiots who have never been to a driving school a day in their life and have no idea how to wait in a line, let alone take turns. All in all, I was very impressed with Peter's driving. He just stuck the nose of our big grey SUV right in front of people and inched through. It only took maybe, five minutes. It was a funny sight: Hundreds of cars going straight, us totally perpendicular to them. Wait. What am I saying. That's not an uncommon sight on any day of the week here. Crazies.
THEN. We decided we'd just shop in "Crowbar". Too bad we got there just as the call to prayer was going. Yep. Most everything closes from 11:30 to 4. We got there right at 11:30. In Italy things close for a couple of hours in the afternoon, and it didn't seem to bother me near as much. I think because it seems to be a choice there. Here it is a law. And it bugs me.
Some things open after prayer, but close at one. So we waited for half an hour in the car. (LOVE the DVD player) Ate at Applebee's and then went to Ikea. I bought stuff just because I was ticked off and wanted to buy something. Some days, nothing seems to go my way. Well. Lot's of days.
It was very much like Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. (which I have talked about before) AND, I had to wear my abaya AND I was hot. AND I had a big shopping list I had high hopes of filling. AND I didn't even get any honey from the trucks on the side of the road. AND I didn't even get a nap.
So there.
How was your fake Saturday? (That's Thursday around here...)
Um. Maybe I shouldn't 'record' our life. No one wants to remember this stuff. Oh well.
2 comments:
What are you talking about?!? Of course, you want to remember these days! Or else how will you know when you have a good day, a bad day, or a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? I know, easier said than done. But seriously, now you can be like, "Oh you spilled a huge bottle of paint on the carpet? No biggie, at least it's not as bad as that one time in the car. . . "
Blog, blog, blow away!
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