The pictures confirmed the image I was forming of just how much smaller and more compact my life was going to be living in Hong Kong. They showed a tiny furnished bedroom, and a living room you could juuuust about... Continue Reading →
Oi. I just had the best weekend ever. Like, super Brazilian adventure weekend: Almost died in a taxi, got nauseous on a bus ride, was heckled on the street, saw a monkey, sweated out my eyeballs, was in the middle... Continue Reading →
It took over a year, but I have finally made the most important decision a brasilera can ever make in her lifetime...yes...I have finally chosen a futebol team. After asking what the colors were and finding a somewhat form-fitting shirt that... Continue Reading →
time for another round of "the last year of your life." For a good time, check out last year's thoughts on turning thirty and the year of 29. Seeing growth in yourself is important. And makes you laugh. I highly... Continue Reading →
It wasn't easy to get here, but it was exciting. The emotional family (and canine) farewells, the last minute packing into the wee hours of the morning, the early drive, the LAX layover (that is the third gate into hell),... Continue Reading →
Interesting night at work...I had this table of super obnoxious middle-aged men from Canada. Their accents were so atrocious I thought they were kidding. They quite openly stared at my chest, and seemed to be staging a pissing contest over... Continue Reading →
"Run. You can't cry if you're running. Endorphin-chemical-things make you feel good, no matter how slowly you go, even if you hate to run. That will block the tear channels. And you already cried at church this morning, so you're... Continue Reading →
My boyfriend went to Canada a few weeks ago, and told me over the phone he had bought me a present that he couldn't wait to give to me upon his return. I have visions of cute little maple-leaf things,... Continue Reading →
There is a great moment in "A League of Their Own" (watch it here), when Dottie is planning on going back to Oregon with her husband Bob, and her manager confronts her about her choice: Jimmy Dugan: Shit, Dottie, if... Continue Reading →
So I was trying a new vocabulary exercise today in my 8th grade Latin class. We rolled a die (actually it was a virtual die I pressed on my smartboard) and there was a different activity assigned for each number... Continue Reading →
Forgive me, readers, for I have lived away from my blog. It has been two months since my last post. A lot has gone down this summer, and my Fall is going to be busier. It's my fourth year of... Continue Reading →
Sunglasses Always Fit 