He stood there with me. He stood there with me silently, and without moving a muscle. He stood there, breathing the same air as me, in unison with the slight rising and falling of my chest. He didn't look at me; he didn't look at anything in particular. He just stood there, staring off into space in the same direction I was. We weren't touching, and yet, with his presence right there next to me, I felt like I was enveloped in the snuggest, tightest, safest hug in the world. He didn't make a noise, and yet, I felt like he was whispering "Everything is going to be alright. I love you." in my ear over and over and over again.
We stood there like that. Together. A minute. Four minutes. Eleven minutes. Fifteen minutes.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to run far away. I wanted to throw up.
But as he stood there with me, our arms draping lifelessly over the balcony, silent and still... A little part of my heart felt like it'd found refuge in the worst storm it'd ever been in. Serendipitously and miraculously, this little soul next to me and come in the nick of time and caught my little sinking, breaking heart. And this little soul knew exactly how to keep it from all a falling apart. He knew to do nothing.
No word, no action, no look that I have ever received in my life has made me feel half as safe and loved and supported as those fifteen minutes of still silence together did.
And so tonight, as more news rolled in, but answers didn't follow, I tried my best to be still and silent. I tried my best to get everyone to disappear and to make myself invisible but wholly present.
White light energy to Boston.
White light energy to my poor little hurting country.
<3
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Day 223: Cabbaging
On my first morning to really sleep in since sometime in mid-March, I was poised to sleep in as long as I possibly could - and I think I could have slept til at least 4pm if some yippy dog on the street hadn't started up and not stopped!
I was supposed to study all day, but most of the day was spent looking half-assed for summer jobs and thinking about cleaning my room. ;)
I showered and left the house for the first time all day around 9pm, but only cause I was hungry.
After one of the best Saturdays ever, I welcomed the good ol' lazy, cabbaging Sunday - like the ones I used to have the last time I was in Spain and with L. :)
XOXO
I was supposed to study all day, but most of the day was spent looking half-assed for summer jobs and thinking about cleaning my room. ;)
I showered and left the house for the first time all day around 9pm, but only cause I was hungry.
After one of the best Saturdays ever, I welcomed the good ol' lazy, cabbaging Sunday - like the ones I used to have the last time I was in Spain and with L. :)
XOXO
Day 222: Arabic Baths & Birthday Bliss
While my birthday birthday had turned out to be a bust, I still had a chance to make my birthday awesome. The week before I'd made reservations for Abby and I to go to the Al Hammam Arabic Baths at 2 pm on Saturday for an hour of relaxing baths and a half hour massage. I'd never been to any sort of a spa before, and decided that my 24th birthday was the perfect time to try it out with one of my best friends in tow.
Oh. My. God. What an amazing experience it turned out to be.
Someday I may come back to this post and try to begin to describe how amazing and mysterious and cultural and relaxing and transcendental and blissful the whole thing was. But for now, I prefer to say only that it was utterly ineffable and something that Abby and I certainly plan on doing again. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever walked into! In all honesty.
As we emerged, two hours later, out of the dark baths with calming music, all you could drink tea, essential oils swirling our noses, the soothing Arabic music dancing in our ears, the hypnotizing steam room and the amazing massage... We were blissed out. The sunshine blinded us a bit, but it felt so nice on our freshly scrubbed skin! We just sort of stood there, still in trance, for a few minutes.
The rest of the day was filled with a devious Thai food lunch, strolling down one of my favorite Portlandesque streets and doing a bit of shopping, two cookie stores with lots of yummy cookies, a long walk, tapas and talking.
Over all, the best birthday celebration I could have asked for!! <3
XOXO
Oh. My. God. What an amazing experience it turned out to be.
Someday I may come back to this post and try to begin to describe how amazing and mysterious and cultural and relaxing and transcendental and blissful the whole thing was. But for now, I prefer to say only that it was utterly ineffable and something that Abby and I certainly plan on doing again. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever walked into! In all honesty.
As we emerged, two hours later, out of the dark baths with calming music, all you could drink tea, essential oils swirling our noses, the soothing Arabic music dancing in our ears, the hypnotizing steam room and the amazing massage... We were blissed out. The sunshine blinded us a bit, but it felt so nice on our freshly scrubbed skin! We just sort of stood there, still in trance, for a few minutes.
The rest of the day was filled with a devious Thai food lunch, strolling down one of my favorite Portlandesque streets and doing a bit of shopping, two cookie stores with lots of yummy cookies, a long walk, tapas and talking.
Over all, the best birthday celebration I could have asked for!! <3
XOXO
Day 221: Subbing on Four Hours of Sleep
When I got to school on Friday morning, I was running on four hours of sleep, thanks to my birthday the day before. It wasn't that I hadn't slept because I'd been out all night partying and having so much fun. It was more that I had only gone out til 1:30 am and then couldn't fall asleep because I was too depressed about how crappy the night had turned out, save for my burrito and margarita dinner with Abby. :-/
On Fridays I only have two classes and am done by 12:30, so I wasn't really concerned about my lack of sleep. In no time, I thought, I'd be home and napping.
Yeah... No.
The headmistress rushed into the teachers office as soon as I walked in, myself, telling me that the teacher was still out and that I would be subbing for the third day that week. I'd have classes all day long with the 5th and 6th graders, preparing them for their English exam they'd be having on Monday.
Normally, nothing would have perked me up more than to hear I got to sub... But running on four hours of sleep and banking on the fact I'd be able to be in my bed, napping, by 1pm... Then suddenly being informed I'd have five classes all on my own and wouldn't get home til 5pm? Efffff... >_<
After being with these two classes for half the week on my own, though, we'd started to develop a nice repoire, and so, I thought to myself, if there are any classes I have to hang with running on a lack of sleep, it'd totally be these two. ;)
And so I threw myself into it all, taking the responsibility of preparing them for their English exam on Monday very seriously. Rather than just giving them the review worksheets and having them grade their own as a class, I had each kid complete them (while listening to music, of course, to help them focus and make it more enjoyable) and then turn them in to me. During my lunch break, I sat in the teachers' office and corrected every single sheet - 140 in total. After I corrected them all, I wrote the class a study guide and stapled it to the front of their packet of review sheets. Next, I highlighted the parts of the study guide each individual student needed to focus on based on their mistakes they'd made on the reviews. I wrote each one's American name and put a smiley on it and circled the number of mistakes they had.
When we came back from lunch, the students were shocked I'd not only checked every one of them, but had made each of them a personalized study guide, to boot! Kids came up to me and hugged me, thanking me for helping them prepare for the exam so well. They said they'd never been given a study guide or anything before and they all quickly got to work trying to fix their errors based on the highlighted info in their guides!
Even the girl who usually cries every class was all smiles, working hard and humming along to the music. And the students that are usually disruptive? They were hard at work, too! And when they needed a break, they came and talked to me about their taste in music. :)
When the day was over, everybody thanked me and wished me a great weekend. Their authentic gratitude was utterly adorable. <3
Before I headed for the bus, an idea popped into my head randomly, and without knowing why, I knew I had to do it. I decided I would write the headmistress a quick note, thanking her for the opportunity to sub all week and her confidence in me, as well as inform her of the things I'd tried with the classes (music, study guides, etc.) that they really seemed to benefit from. I put a golden star sticker on it, signed it cutely, and put it on her desk as I left. Little did I know how important that divinely in inspired idea would turn out to be...
Anyway, night was spent napping, and then being dragged out of bed by Abbg, as everybody was waiting to go out for tapas for my birthday. I went out for an hour or two, but I was so pooped from everything that I was the first to head home.
XOXO
On Fridays I only have two classes and am done by 12:30, so I wasn't really concerned about my lack of sleep. In no time, I thought, I'd be home and napping.
Yeah... No.
The headmistress rushed into the teachers office as soon as I walked in, myself, telling me that the teacher was still out and that I would be subbing for the third day that week. I'd have classes all day long with the 5th and 6th graders, preparing them for their English exam they'd be having on Monday.
Normally, nothing would have perked me up more than to hear I got to sub... But running on four hours of sleep and banking on the fact I'd be able to be in my bed, napping, by 1pm... Then suddenly being informed I'd have five classes all on my own and wouldn't get home til 5pm? Efffff... >_<
After being with these two classes for half the week on my own, though, we'd started to develop a nice repoire, and so, I thought to myself, if there are any classes I have to hang with running on a lack of sleep, it'd totally be these two. ;)
And so I threw myself into it all, taking the responsibility of preparing them for their English exam on Monday very seriously. Rather than just giving them the review worksheets and having them grade their own as a class, I had each kid complete them (while listening to music, of course, to help them focus and make it more enjoyable) and then turn them in to me. During my lunch break, I sat in the teachers' office and corrected every single sheet - 140 in total. After I corrected them all, I wrote the class a study guide and stapled it to the front of their packet of review sheets. Next, I highlighted the parts of the study guide each individual student needed to focus on based on their mistakes they'd made on the reviews. I wrote each one's American name and put a smiley on it and circled the number of mistakes they had.
When we came back from lunch, the students were shocked I'd not only checked every one of them, but had made each of them a personalized study guide, to boot! Kids came up to me and hugged me, thanking me for helping them prepare for the exam so well. They said they'd never been given a study guide or anything before and they all quickly got to work trying to fix their errors based on the highlighted info in their guides!
Even the girl who usually cries every class was all smiles, working hard and humming along to the music. And the students that are usually disruptive? They were hard at work, too! And when they needed a break, they came and talked to me about their taste in music. :)
When the day was over, everybody thanked me and wished me a great weekend. Their authentic gratitude was utterly adorable. <3
Before I headed for the bus, an idea popped into my head randomly, and without knowing why, I knew I had to do it. I decided I would write the headmistress a quick note, thanking her for the opportunity to sub all week and her confidence in me, as well as inform her of the things I'd tried with the classes (music, study guides, etc.) that they really seemed to benefit from. I put a golden star sticker on it, signed it cutely, and put it on her desk as I left. Little did I know how important that divinely in inspired idea would turn out to be...
Anyway, night was spent napping, and then being dragged out of bed by Abbg, as everybody was waiting to go out for tapas for my birthday. I went out for an hour or two, but I was so pooped from everything that I was the first to head home.
XOXO
Friday, April 19, 2013
Day 220 (Part II): Birthday Reflection and Intention
Two of my biggest dreams came true while I was 23:
1) I got to live in a gorgeous apartment with the girl I'd loved since I was 19 in an awesome city with plenty of money to spend on delicious meals and random adventures.
2) I got to live in a cute apartment with great new friends in an awesome city with a job that challenged me and allowed me to be appreciated for the creative, unique person I am.
But while I may have constructed those two "dream life" scenes near perfectly, a (big) part of me always felt that there was (a big) something missing. I feel like an alarmingly HUGE chunk of being 23 was consumed by me feeling like I wasn't good enough...
And that's what I want to change for good this year as a 24 year old. As a 24 year old, I want to burgeon into a self-confident, fulfilled and happy young lady. I want to exude grace and creativity while feeling grateful and deserving. I want to be surrounded by people who truly appreciate me and respect me and look forward to being around me. I want to be surrounded by successful, self-actualized people who are adventurous and freely give their love. I want to be one of those people.
I don't want to grow up into an adult, nor do I want to continue feeling like a kid; I want to find that rare path that takes to to that perfect in between where you don't take life too seriously, but you also aren't stuck in immature ways of thought.
I want to be the kind of young lady who always looks nice, who always exudes an attitude of gratitude and wonder and confidence, who is adored. I want to be the kind of young lady who isn't silent because she's second guessing herself or getting nervous about what people might be thinking about her, but instead is blissfully lost in her own imagination. I don't want to waste so much time on people who don't recognize me for how awesome I am, and spend more time on people do.
That last part has pretty much summed up being 23. And man, what a waste of time. There's some quote about how you can be the juiciest peach in the world, but there will still be people who don't like peaches. I need to seriously find something better to do than convince these people that peaches are great, and then second guess myself, wondering if they really are... >_< I have lived like that for practically my whole life, and honestly if I could only succeed in one thing while being 24, it would be in this.
I had a tiny, tiny taste of the life I want when I was in Dublin... And oh my God I loved it.
So how do I make 24 the best year yet? Here's the recipe:
1) A googleplex of awesome, successful, mature, funny, adventurous, self-actualized, stylish, polyglot friends.
2) A creative job where I feel indispensable and adored... That I can't wait to go to on Monday morning!
3) A lot of dance, writing and other creative outlets of self expression.
4) A cozy abode where I can rest and recharge.
5) Travel and linguistic adventures that help me to learn and grow.
I want my default mode to be self-confidence, and for the days of thinking, "I'm not good enough for them... They probably are happier when I'm not around" to be a thing of the PAST.
1) I got to live in a gorgeous apartment with the girl I'd loved since I was 19 in an awesome city with plenty of money to spend on delicious meals and random adventures.
2) I got to live in a cute apartment with great new friends in an awesome city with a job that challenged me and allowed me to be appreciated for the creative, unique person I am.
But while I may have constructed those two "dream life" scenes near perfectly, a (big) part of me always felt that there was (a big) something missing. I feel like an alarmingly HUGE chunk of being 23 was consumed by me feeling like I wasn't good enough...
And that's what I want to change for good this year as a 24 year old. As a 24 year old, I want to burgeon into a self-confident, fulfilled and happy young lady. I want to exude grace and creativity while feeling grateful and deserving. I want to be surrounded by people who truly appreciate me and respect me and look forward to being around me. I want to be surrounded by successful, self-actualized people who are adventurous and freely give their love. I want to be one of those people.
I don't want to grow up into an adult, nor do I want to continue feeling like a kid; I want to find that rare path that takes to to that perfect in between where you don't take life too seriously, but you also aren't stuck in immature ways of thought.
I want to be the kind of young lady who always looks nice, who always exudes an attitude of gratitude and wonder and confidence, who is adored. I want to be the kind of young lady who isn't silent because she's second guessing herself or getting nervous about what people might be thinking about her, but instead is blissfully lost in her own imagination. I don't want to waste so much time on people who don't recognize me for how awesome I am, and spend more time on people do.
That last part has pretty much summed up being 23. And man, what a waste of time. There's some quote about how you can be the juiciest peach in the world, but there will still be people who don't like peaches. I need to seriously find something better to do than convince these people that peaches are great, and then second guess myself, wondering if they really are... >_< I have lived like that for practically my whole life, and honestly if I could only succeed in one thing while being 24, it would be in this.
I had a tiny, tiny taste of the life I want when I was in Dublin... And oh my God I loved it.
So how do I make 24 the best year yet? Here's the recipe:
1) A googleplex of awesome, successful, mature, funny, adventurous, self-actualized, stylish, polyglot friends.
2) A creative job where I feel indispensable and adored... That I can't wait to go to on Monday morning!
3) A lot of dance, writing and other creative outlets of self expression.
4) A cozy abode where I can rest and recharge.
5) Travel and linguistic adventures that help me to learn and grow.
I want my default mode to be self-confidence, and for the days of thinking, "I'm not good enough for them... They probably are happier when I'm not around" to be a thing of the PAST.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Day 220: APRIL 11th!!!
It is 12:30 pm on April 11th, and I'm substitute teaching in 5th grade. So far today, I've dressed up in my cute birthday dress from last year, been wished many happy birthdays by 5 year olds to 70 year olds, been sung to twice in English and once in Spanish and frosted cupcakes to give out during lunch to the other teachers. After school, I have a lesson with Nacho til 6:15pm... But after that?
I have no clue what I'm going to do!! >_<
My plan in my head had been to go out to dinner with my friends - but then Abby told me she had a birthday mission to go on for me tonight, and wouldn't be home til late. My plan had been to get dressed up and go into Madrid to go out Forró dancing with H, but after our snowboarding adventure, we're both still so sore that we're not 100% sure we can dance.
Sooo...
I don't know how it will turn out!? But hopefully SOMETHING exciting will go down tonight!! If not, I have big plans to actually celebrate my birthday on Saturday... Which shall involve Abby and I going to some fancy Arabic baths for a massage and spa afternoon, followed by lunch, possibly a show, and then dancing at night! ^_^
Every year my goal is to top my previous birthday... But, as you can see, I might have set the bar a little high too early on! Here is a list of my past birthday celebrations:
23rd Birthday
J and I got all dressed up for my big day! We started at Mother's Bistro, where I had chocolate chip pancakes, ham and eggs, two Bellinis and got a big slice of chocolate cake at the end! J had her usual migas and spicy Bloody Mary's. It was - without a doubt- the best start to a birthday a girl could have!! ^_^ Afterwards, it was off to our shopping spree at Coach and Tiffany & Co. In the afternoon we went to a friend's house, and she did our hair. :) A little later it was dinner time at The Melting Pot, and then finally off to Sassy's.
22nd Birthday
J and I went to San Diego to go to the zoo to see panda bears. No. Joke. The trip was awesome - filled with panda bears, sunshine, a cute hotel room, Starbucks breakfasts, meals at California Pizza Kitchen and Cheesecake Factory. My actual birthday birthday, though, was kinda meh. Ha! We went in search of sushi for half the day and finally gave up and ended up at TGIFridays drinking red headed sluts! Then we made it to Cinnabon, where a bird tried to attack us. Next we went on a mission to find the beach, which turned out to be kinda crappy... But we did finally find a really yummy sushi restaurant for dinner! ^_^ When I got back to Madison, a few friends and I went out to Opus - my favorite martini bar. :)
21st Birthday
Sam and Grandma came down to Madison to take me out to lunch at Chili's and gave me a VS gift card. :) After lunch, they took me to the mall to get Mrs. Field's cookie cups, and then over to the grocery store to get me a big birthday cake! ^_^ Later, Laura took me shopping for a perfect birthday outfit at Forever 21, and when we got back to the co-op, Julia was there to wish me a happy birthday! O_o It made me super nervous, but it was nice of her to stop by and on her way out she told B to "take good care of me" that night. <3 After I was all ready to go out, I went down to B's room and he had a bunch of Brazilian candy spelling out "Happy Birthday" with a big bottle of Brazilian cachaça for me! With one of my giant frosted cookie cups in one hand, and the bottle of cachaça in the other, I took my first HUGE swig of cachaça, and followed it up with a little bite of cookie. "Yummy!" I smiled. B stared at me incredulously and said I should really be careful with that drink and that he was going to tell his dad what I just did. Haha. It was the beginning of a beautiful love affair. ;) After a teaspoon of olive oil (B says it prevents hangovers - from experience, I think he may be onto something...), we were off. I honestly can't tell you where we all went (nobody is surprised), but I know that at one point everybody at the co-op was at The Argus drinking tootsie roll shots and singing along to, "I've got a brand pair of roller skates, you've got a brand new key..." Hahaha! ^_^ I remember that the capitol building looked really pretty in the moonlight the walk back to the co-op afterwards. :)
20th Birthday
This is weird... But I don't remember a thing from this birthday. Obviously J must have done something... But I have no clue what? O_o
19th Birthday
I went to Minneapolis for my birthday to see Steve. We went out to Sakura Sushi for dinner - where I had the BEST sushi roll of my life!! ^_^ Yummmy.
18th Birthday
Sammy and Kenny came with me to get my first tattoo. :)
17th Birthday
John had just gotten his pilot's license, and took me up in Cessie for the first time!! It was so much fun!! Then, at night, I went to Stephen's place, where he gave me a big Spongebob piñata (wtf) and his mom drove us in her convertible to the movies to see "Ice Age 2." ^_^
16th Birthday
This was my most epic birthday party ever!!! ^_^ I invited about 10 of my guy friends over to my house (mostly OLDER guy friends, who considered a "party" to have drugs and alcohol - haha) and we tie-dyed shirts, had silly string wars, grilled out, had cake, played pin the tail on the donkey (the prize was a Barbie doll named Chelsea - haha), etc. Best. Party. Ever. This was also the birthday that Stephen gave me Wellington!!! <3
15th Birthday
My birthday was on Easter, and so Scott tricked me into thinking he couldn't celebrate with me, but he showed up later and we had dinner and cake! :)
Birthday Parties K can remember from when I was a kid:
Easter egg hunt in 7th or 8th grade
Hotel sleepover in 5th grade
A salon in Cherry Creek North to get our hair and nails done, and then to Maggiano's for dinner in 3rd or 4th grade.
Make your own puppet followed by a puppet show in Kindergarten or 1st grade.
Old Spaghetti Factory - not sure when.
I have no clue what I'm going to do!! >_<
My plan in my head had been to go out to dinner with my friends - but then Abby told me she had a birthday mission to go on for me tonight, and wouldn't be home til late. My plan had been to get dressed up and go into Madrid to go out Forró dancing with H, but after our snowboarding adventure, we're both still so sore that we're not 100% sure we can dance.
Sooo...
I don't know how it will turn out!? But hopefully SOMETHING exciting will go down tonight!! If not, I have big plans to actually celebrate my birthday on Saturday... Which shall involve Abby and I going to some fancy Arabic baths for a massage and spa afternoon, followed by lunch, possibly a show, and then dancing at night! ^_^
Every year my goal is to top my previous birthday... But, as you can see, I might have set the bar a little high too early on! Here is a list of my past birthday celebrations:
23rd Birthday
J and I got all dressed up for my big day! We started at Mother's Bistro, where I had chocolate chip pancakes, ham and eggs, two Bellinis and got a big slice of chocolate cake at the end! J had her usual migas and spicy Bloody Mary's. It was - without a doubt- the best start to a birthday a girl could have!! ^_^ Afterwards, it was off to our shopping spree at Coach and Tiffany & Co. In the afternoon we went to a friend's house, and she did our hair. :) A little later it was dinner time at The Melting Pot, and then finally off to Sassy's.
22nd Birthday
J and I went to San Diego to go to the zoo to see panda bears. No. Joke. The trip was awesome - filled with panda bears, sunshine, a cute hotel room, Starbucks breakfasts, meals at California Pizza Kitchen and Cheesecake Factory. My actual birthday birthday, though, was kinda meh. Ha! We went in search of sushi for half the day and finally gave up and ended up at TGIFridays drinking red headed sluts! Then we made it to Cinnabon, where a bird tried to attack us. Next we went on a mission to find the beach, which turned out to be kinda crappy... But we did finally find a really yummy sushi restaurant for dinner! ^_^ When I got back to Madison, a few friends and I went out to Opus - my favorite martini bar. :)
21st Birthday
Sam and Grandma came down to Madison to take me out to lunch at Chili's and gave me a VS gift card. :) After lunch, they took me to the mall to get Mrs. Field's cookie cups, and then over to the grocery store to get me a big birthday cake! ^_^ Later, Laura took me shopping for a perfect birthday outfit at Forever 21, and when we got back to the co-op, Julia was there to wish me a happy birthday! O_o It made me super nervous, but it was nice of her to stop by and on her way out she told B to "take good care of me" that night. <3 After I was all ready to go out, I went down to B's room and he had a bunch of Brazilian candy spelling out "Happy Birthday" with a big bottle of Brazilian cachaça for me! With one of my giant frosted cookie cups in one hand, and the bottle of cachaça in the other, I took my first HUGE swig of cachaça, and followed it up with a little bite of cookie. "Yummy!" I smiled. B stared at me incredulously and said I should really be careful with that drink and that he was going to tell his dad what I just did. Haha. It was the beginning of a beautiful love affair. ;) After a teaspoon of olive oil (B says it prevents hangovers - from experience, I think he may be onto something...), we were off. I honestly can't tell you where we all went (nobody is surprised), but I know that at one point everybody at the co-op was at The Argus drinking tootsie roll shots and singing along to, "I've got a brand pair of roller skates, you've got a brand new key..." Hahaha! ^_^ I remember that the capitol building looked really pretty in the moonlight the walk back to the co-op afterwards. :)
20th Birthday
This is weird... But I don't remember a thing from this birthday. Obviously J must have done something... But I have no clue what? O_o
19th Birthday
I went to Minneapolis for my birthday to see Steve. We went out to Sakura Sushi for dinner - where I had the BEST sushi roll of my life!! ^_^ Yummmy.
18th Birthday
Sammy and Kenny came with me to get my first tattoo. :)
17th Birthday
John had just gotten his pilot's license, and took me up in Cessie for the first time!! It was so much fun!! Then, at night, I went to Stephen's place, where he gave me a big Spongebob piñata (wtf) and his mom drove us in her convertible to the movies to see "Ice Age 2." ^_^
16th Birthday
This was my most epic birthday party ever!!! ^_^ I invited about 10 of my guy friends over to my house (mostly OLDER guy friends, who considered a "party" to have drugs and alcohol - haha) and we tie-dyed shirts, had silly string wars, grilled out, had cake, played pin the tail on the donkey (the prize was a Barbie doll named Chelsea - haha), etc. Best. Party. Ever. This was also the birthday that Stephen gave me Wellington!!! <3
15th Birthday
My birthday was on Easter, and so Scott tricked me into thinking he couldn't celebrate with me, but he showed up later and we had dinner and cake! :)
Birthday Parties K can remember from when I was a kid:
Easter egg hunt in 7th or 8th grade
Hotel sleepover in 5th grade
A salon in Cherry Creek North to get our hair and nails done, and then to Maggiano's for dinner in 3rd or 4th grade.
Make your own puppet followed by a puppet show in Kindergarten or 1st grade.
Old Spaghetti Factory - not sure when.
Day 219: Blog Catch Up
You would think after 14 hours of sleep I'd have woken up refreshed and ready to seize the day... But, in fact, I woke up ready to stay in my PJs, still. >_<
I only had two and a half hours of class today, so spent most of my day catching up on my blog instead of doing homework, reasoning that I needed to catch up before my birthday so that I would be able to write about my celebrations with more detail and less stress. ;)
After school, I went to Taste of America to get cupcake batter and frosting, and went straight home and made a million baby funfetti cupcakes with chocolate fudge frosting! ^_^ See, at school the teachers always bring a special breakfast on their birthday to share with the other teachers... And I, of course, thought about it all year long that on my birthday I would bring American style cupcakes for the teachers to enjoy and fall in love with!
As a matter of fact, I've been teaching the word "cupcake" to my students all week. And, along with it, the word "frosting." But you know something horrible? There is no known word in Spanish for it! You simply cannot translate "cupcake" nor "frosting," because they pretty much just don't exist here!!! Ahhhh.... these poor people!
I really thought about trying to make all of my students cupcakes this week, but I didn't have the time nor money to pull it off. Sometimes (often), I wish teachers were allowed to pick favorites and just give them treats and fun assignments. Haha. I know exactly who I'd give my cupcakes to tomorrow, if I could just do that! ;)
Anyway, Katie came home right in time to kangaroo my cupcakes ("babysit" in Spanish translates to "kangaroo" - um, adorable) that I'd just put in the oven, as I ran off to the train station to go to Madrid for Patty's class. After not having seen her yesterday, it was nice to be there tonight, giggling and teaching! :)
And now? I'm on the train home, excited for the chicken fajitas that await me, along with some cupcakes and wine. I will do my nails, plan my outfit and get in bed... All ready for my birthday tomorrow!!! Yay!!! ^_^
XOXO
I only had two and a half hours of class today, so spent most of my day catching up on my blog instead of doing homework, reasoning that I needed to catch up before my birthday so that I would be able to write about my celebrations with more detail and less stress. ;)
After school, I went to Taste of America to get cupcake batter and frosting, and went straight home and made a million baby funfetti cupcakes with chocolate fudge frosting! ^_^ See, at school the teachers always bring a special breakfast on their birthday to share with the other teachers... And I, of course, thought about it all year long that on my birthday I would bring American style cupcakes for the teachers to enjoy and fall in love with!
As a matter of fact, I've been teaching the word "cupcake" to my students all week. And, along with it, the word "frosting." But you know something horrible? There is no known word in Spanish for it! You simply cannot translate "cupcake" nor "frosting," because they pretty much just don't exist here!!! Ahhhh.... these poor people!
I really thought about trying to make all of my students cupcakes this week, but I didn't have the time nor money to pull it off. Sometimes (often), I wish teachers were allowed to pick favorites and just give them treats and fun assignments. Haha. I know exactly who I'd give my cupcakes to tomorrow, if I could just do that! ;)
Anyway, Katie came home right in time to kangaroo my cupcakes ("babysit" in Spanish translates to "kangaroo" - um, adorable) that I'd just put in the oven, as I ran off to the train station to go to Madrid for Patty's class. After not having seen her yesterday, it was nice to be there tonight, giggling and teaching! :)
And now? I'm on the train home, excited for the chicken fajitas that await me, along with some cupcakes and wine. I will do my nails, plan my outfit and get in bed... All ready for my birthday tomorrow!!! Yay!!! ^_^
XOXO
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