Yet again, there have already been a few weekends this year that I wished it didn’t take a 20-hour travel day to get to the US West Coast. Had it been the usual 2 hour flight from SF to Las Vegas, I would have been at Colette’s Bachelorette party in a heartbeat. I was sad I couldn’t make it, but figured I could send a little something special for the bride-to-be. Plus I wanted to remind my friends that I do exist all the way over here in Switzerland and wish I could be there. I considered sending a glass statue of the infamous bachelorette party mascot that I found, but I worried about it arriving safely in one piece. I ended up going the more PG route.
My nephew, Noah, and I were playing house the other day. I was the mom and he was the dad and cousin Evie was our daughter. Noah went off to work and gave me a big kiss. When he came home from work, he pretended to hand me money as well as the dinner he picked up for our family. I said, “Why thank you, my husband!” He responded, “You’re very welcome.” A minute later he turned to me and asked, “Do you know why I brought you all this?” I was confused and asked why. “Because you are lucky,” he answered.
It’s not common that I find people that like to craft as much as I do, and I would have never guessed that I would find someone in Switzerland of all places. But I did, and she might actually like to craft more than I do, which I didn’t really know was possible!
I have to say I have a pretty good memory, though it’s not always useful. I’m really good at remembering the date of people’s birthdays, but not necessarily good at wishing them a happy birthday on the actual day. I could also tell you the price of every item of clothing in my closet, but that doesn’t do anyone any good. One thing that I do pride myself in is remembering things people tell me they like. I store it away somewhere in that brain of mine, and bring it back to my attention when their birthday rolls around. The one problem that usually arises from this is that I don’t give myself the proper amount of time to buy or execute said gift.
My friends from the Pacific Northwest always talked about how California didn’t have seasons, but I had no idea what they meant. It got cold in winter, warmer in spring, hot in summer, and the leaves fell in fall. Those are seasons, right? Technically, yes, but I now understand what they were talking about: dramatic seasons. The recent transition from winter to spring in Zurich has been a pretty sight to see. I got to ditch the puffy coat, hat, boots, and gloves for a lightweight sweater and tennies. The grey days turned sunny and the brown grass turned green and the flowers have bloomed! Imagine that. I forgot there used to be flowers until they started popping up again. It feels like the cold, grey city turned colorful overnight. People, including me, have started making their way out of hibernation and enjoying the warmer weather.
We took a mid-winter tropical escape to a little island called Seychelles off the coast of Africa. We marked it our “official” honeymoon since it was a whole week vacation with just the two of us. And a honeymoon it was. We flew in to this tiny airport that felt like we were landing on the set of LOST with the lush greenery and secluded beaches. Those secluded beaches were exactly what made the trip so amazing. Warm water that was bluer than blue (on the calm days) and stretches of beach that allowed me the option of choosing whatever spot I wanted (shade please! My poor pale skin can’t handle the sun). I read books, made a bracelet, and drank fresh coconut water all the while my fish of a husband was surfing or snorkeling away in the water. Other than beach days, we toured the island, took a snorkeling trip, and wined and dined. No crazy stories, just a perfectly relaxing vacation.
Another Christmas season calls for another cupcake Christmas tree! Last year’s tree went over so well in person and on the interwebs that I had to make it again; this time with some new ornaments and garlands. Surprisingly enough, the tree survived transit to my brother’s house for a delicious potluck, with bacon wrapped turkey and all.
The Olympics came and went in a hurry this year and there was hardly any time to do anything but glue myself to the couch for two straight weeks. Now the Olympics are done and my TV shows have yet to start up again, so what in the world am I supposed to do when I get home from work? Luckily, Jenna’s birthday came to the rescue, and there was an excuse to have a party and for me to make something tasty. Since the official games are over, she decided that we needed to have our own Olympics; the Beer Olympics.