I may be back. I'll try not to write in French, but am feeling very pleased with myself for having written a long and rambling email en Francais to Mrs. Maiden. Take THAT traductrice!!
Heh.
So, for those of you who may not have guessed, I'm off to French training for 10 weeks. 10 weeks of one on one, private French training. I speak it for hours every day, with someone nodding and jotting notes of errors down as I babble on, listing tasks, and responsibilities and making up a Departmental mandate. You know, which seems to be to help Canadians. Ummm, throughout their lives. Especially training. And maybe when they're old, but also, when they're young too.
I'm gonna rock that exam.
In other news, the real estate market is so hot that several days ago, I came home to the following note, addressed to the Valentine Family, and written on yellow lined paper in red pen:
"Dear Valentine Family,
Hi,
My Name is Peter Fisher.
Doris and I would like to
$BUY$
Your House at
(my address here)
Please call us at
PH# (presumably, his phone number here)
Thanks,
Peter"
I know it seems strange, and kinda creepy, but I'm tempted to find out just how much Peter is willing to $PAY$ for the Casa Valentine....
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Wow.
Well.
That was a hell of a couple of weeks!! Whew. I'd like to thank Janey for encouraging me to train for the half - I think that the work definitely paid off in the endurance sport that is preparing for Christmas.
Am I the only one that feels that way? Sometimes I think that if I were a better mom and wife, I'd get all the baking done (no scorching), presents bought and wrapped, house cleaned, work done, sexiness fulfilled, and all of the other stuff and still feel all Christmassy and what-not.
Which is not to say that well, aside from the the heavily browned short breads (danged oven) I didn't get most of that list accomplished, but three guesses as to what was left off?
I was rereading this year, thinking of the year in review, and was struck by how much things stay the same.
January: complaining about lack of food and sleep. Hah. Just wait for this January's update.
February: A compilation of conversations, including how Husband and I stayed up all night bailing a flooding window well to avoid a basement flood. Awesome. Gruelling.
March: MlleL and the great Pony Rodeo. Hee.
April: Signed up for the 10k, and talked about dating - in general, not in my immediate experience, y'all.
May: I complained about lack of boobs and concentration. And how hard it is to run. Ran a 10k.
June: What it's like to shop like a mom. And may have signed up for a half marathon.
July: Time management issues, a sinus infection, and more about how hard it is to run. Oh. And KISS live. Still, awesome.
August: Family vacation. 20th reunion. Figuring out where home really was.
September: More complaining about what bras do to me. Ran a half-marathon. Turned 38.
October: MasterP turned 2.
November: American Thanksgiving. More lists.
December: yet again, complaining about boobs.
How do you read this?
This year, I shall endeavor not to complain about boobs or bras quite so much. Maybe I'll post more often.
If the last couple of weeks are any indication, though, I'll probably do some complaining about lack of food and sleep, how hard it is to run, and well, maybe some lists thrown in for good measure.
Nothing if not consistent.
That was a hell of a couple of weeks!! Whew. I'd like to thank Janey for encouraging me to train for the half - I think that the work definitely paid off in the endurance sport that is preparing for Christmas.
Am I the only one that feels that way? Sometimes I think that if I were a better mom and wife, I'd get all the baking done (no scorching), presents bought and wrapped, house cleaned, work done, sexiness fulfilled, and all of the other stuff and still feel all Christmassy and what-not.
Which is not to say that well, aside from the the heavily browned short breads (danged oven) I didn't get most of that list accomplished, but three guesses as to what was left off?
I was rereading this year, thinking of the year in review, and was struck by how much things stay the same.
January: complaining about lack of food and sleep. Hah. Just wait for this January's update.
February: A compilation of conversations, including how Husband and I stayed up all night bailing a flooding window well to avoid a basement flood. Awesome. Gruelling.
March: MlleL and the great Pony Rodeo. Hee.
April: Signed up for the 10k, and talked about dating - in general, not in my immediate experience, y'all.
May: I complained about lack of boobs and concentration. And how hard it is to run. Ran a 10k.
June: What it's like to shop like a mom. And may have signed up for a half marathon.
July: Time management issues, a sinus infection, and more about how hard it is to run. Oh. And KISS live. Still, awesome.
August: Family vacation. 20th reunion. Figuring out where home really was.
September: More complaining about what bras do to me. Ran a half-marathon. Turned 38.
October: MasterP turned 2.
November: American Thanksgiving. More lists.
December: yet again, complaining about boobs.
How do you read this?
This year, I shall endeavor not to complain about boobs or bras quite so much. Maybe I'll post more often.
If the last couple of weeks are any indication, though, I'll probably do some complaining about lack of food and sleep, how hard it is to run, and well, maybe some lists thrown in for good measure.
Nothing if not consistent.
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