So let's refresh; in the past 6 months I have, a) gotten married to the love of my existence, b) moved to an entirely different country and c) all manner of other stressful stuff.
I can't believe it's been almost half of a year since we got married! Time flies. And indeed we have been having fun. Our next little adventure takes us back up to Canadia for the holidays - huzzah. I'm getting my snow shoes all shiny. Then for some reason the fates find me heading to Detroit - of all places - to bring in the new year. I'll be with Spartan *double happy claps and a wee bit of jumping in cheerleader type fashion* Yeah. Tell me that's not something a self respecting 33 year old should be doing....
Regarding the move - there are a lot of angry people around here. I mean ANGRY. It's insane. This place is funny all of the time. Lots of the women are the super competitive "that's nice" sort - kind of southern stereotype. Pretend nice but they are really just nasty. Example:
"Miss Liz! How are you!"
"just fine! How you doing Miss Rachel?"
"Just fine! Cept I accidentally dropped a chef knife right into the top of my foot when I was making dinner... and it's still there! What did you do today?"
"That's nice! I just got back from my mani-pedi and kick boxing class despite the fact that I have two broken legs - and I ran all the way there and back. I also took my daughter - remember her? She's little Miss Alexandria - over to the school so she could receive her "Nicest Peachy Smile and Wave" Award. Then of course I volunteered at the local shelter and popped a Prime Rib in and made some fresh bread... while it was cooking I repainted the house. What did you make for dinner Miss Liz?"
"Um... I made frozen lasagna.... and I shaved my legs today."
Anyways - I've given up on attempting to fit into their mould (mould - on purpose - mold - get it - he h
e he...). Not happening. I still clean my own toilet and look hot doing it (I got a cute apron and gloves with a ruffle - no shit - it's my way of making fun of them and looking good doing it)
The schools? That's a whole other blog. I might start one. Let me just say this - they fully expect their 5 year olds to graduate kindergarten being able to read Grapes of Wrath and then write their own novel. It's a bit crazy. I know in the long run it will serve the children well. But it's a little over the top to give a 7 year old an hour of homework every night.
**If they did a study - I would bet loads of money that the prescriptions for antianxiety medicines is higher in this area than anywhere on earth. Seriously.
5 comments:
What a pleasant surprise! I knew checking back here would reap dividends one day...
Come on then. Bring it.
Do they have a Real Women of _____ show? Sounds like an episode of Designing Women..remember that?
Glad you dropped by..glad you're sharing the experience...there is a book in there somewhere..start writing.
badger - I came back s'true -- glad you didn't give up
donn - maybe i will write the producers and insist they start one
Oh how very wonderful to have you back and being so funny about Southern Belle meets Stepford Wife. Hullaballoo read your post out to me with tears in her eyes.
I trust you're feeling suitably proud to be a relaxed Canadian.
Hullo Bobo! I feel as though I am having a blogger reunion! Hugs to Hulla.
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