I thought I’d be flying in a plane for eight hours today, sitting in an airport for nine hours, taking a short flight to Syracuse, NY, and then spending tonight at a friends house before driving home tomorrow morning. But that’s not how things worked out.
We arrived at the airport, returned our rental car, and went to check-in when we saw our flight number with a nice fat red word next to it. “Canceled”.
Well at least the pressure of checking in on time was gone! We now had nothing to worry about EXCEPT getting another flight. But it worked out.
We’re going home tomorrow. So I had another day here in Spain. I haven’t been productive at all beside sending a couple emails and making granola for my hosts here in Camarma.
That’s it. I’m just waiting for tomorrow.
I had one last full day here at home and I spent it with my special loves. And although I could write about the day, pictures are just so much more fun!
And I HAVE to show you this awesome sweatshirt L owns that I wore all day.
And that’s that.
I’m leaving home today — so goodbye Madrid and St. Lawrence County. You’ll be missed.
I’m leaving the country for a month. A whole month. Craziness.
I’ve never been to Germany or Spain, so both will hold completely new experiences for me.
Flying on a plane? Not such a new experience. I know exactly what it’s like, how my ears always pop or don’t so I sit there completely irritated, or how I always ask for ginger ale and pretzels, and how I have a hard time enjoying any film that might be playing because 1) my stomach is never settled and 2) with my ears having their issues I have a difficult time hearing the movie…
Not to mention the extremely small seat where my knees are almost always touching the seat in front of me, and my shoulders are even forced to stay up straight.
Bucket List: Fly in first class
The one thing I know about Germany and Spain? They’re far from New York.
They don’t have small town diners that play country music 24/7 (one of my favorite things), and I’m sorry, but I know for a fact that they won’t have this girl to spread any sunshine.
And I’ll admit it. I’m gonna miss F.L.A.B. #1 (Friend Like A Brother) [sorry boy -- I couldn't come up with a better name for you... help! anyone!?] driving around in his
beat-up beautifully aged Buick with his white sunglasses.
Unfortunately I don’t have a picture of such a thing.
I only have a pink sunglasses photo…
(I think that photo is just as good.)
But I’m gonna miss them…. It’ll be a long month without them.
Don’t worry. I will survive.
We were never very athletic.
We’re the people that go to kick a soccer ball and somehow manage to completely miss it, even though we gave it our all. Or the kind of people that when
we I actually make a basketball hoop we I scream at the top of our my lungs because we I finally got it…
I mentioned said skillz in this post briefly, but Sister #4′s comment was by far the better part:
did i ever tell you about the time that we were learning soccer “skills” at cfa and one by one had to kick a ball down the front lawn (while the rest of the class watched) and when it was Sister #5′s turn, she went to give her ball an initial BIG kick but instead landed flat on her backside?
everyone laughed. and it was so funny.
*sigh* Good times.
I started running on Monday. Why? Because it’s good to take care of my body and stay in shape, I know I can do it if I push myself, and it doesn’t require any hand-eye coordination so let’s hope I succeed in receiving 5 stars. *But here’s hopin’*
Today I popped on (not literally) my sneakers which are still slightly foreign to me and went outside with my music playing, ready to see how far I could push myself.
The run wasn’t that exciting. And to prove it, this is my face afterwards.
[Actually, that picture was taken more like 10 minutes after I finished running. Only because --]
When I got back I was extremely sweaty, and on top of that I felt horribly ill to my stomach. So I sprawled out on the floor and waited until I felt better.
When that weird nausea thing ended I started to sit up and felt very dizzy. It’s gone now, I just really hope I’m not getting any weird virus thing… *cough*L*cough*
On another note, I’m showing who’s in control by killing all mosquito’s that come near me…
Unfortunately, it has no great effect. That’s Dumb.
I babysat this morning.
Both wearing tutu’s.
Here’s one of them.
She’s a doll.
And then I listened to part of this:
I think I mostly love it because it’s in You’ve Got Mail. Here’s the scene that showcases The Cranberries:
Now it’s all dark and rainy. But do you know the best part about that? It makes me think of a Saturday when all of us sisters plus mums (and not just the ‘Cavern Girls’ — I mean ALL of the sisters) went out for breakfast so that we could have one last get together before Sister #4 was married.
On that day we practiced a certain song for her wedding.
We played it and looked out the window as the rain sprinkled the ground. It’s a perfect memory and a beautiful song.
Hi Friday afternoon.
I’m just checking in while I take a break and eat my lunch:
Since I didn’t have breakfast, I decided I would eat breakfast for lunch. Makes sense, right?
Eggs with sharp cheddar cheese, broccoli, oregano, and sea salt, accompanied by homemade toast.
It’s rather delicious. . .
I’ve been in an Amos Lee rut. I listen to him all. the. time. But just right now.
I’ll probably be listening to someone else very soon… for a long time too.
Anyway. It sounds like the laundry is done which means it’s time for me to make some beds.
So I hope your Friday has been more than lovely, or as I like to say, ‘peachy’.
Saturday night we partied – but in a different way.
Dressed as 1930s girls we walked into the mafia-filled room, adorned with costume and makeup and with names that were far from our own.
Meet Nina (*say it with your nose plugged - now you know what it sounds like when L says it*):
Here’s Nina with Virginia Hill:
Why “Virginia Hill”? I didn’t feel like creating a whole entire name, so I stole this one from a site that had her under “Women of The Mob, Notorious Gangster Girlfriends“.
I’m not joking.
They called her “The Flamingo”. But I just introduced myself as Virginia.
Here we be with our mums:
And during this epic event, Sister #1 played the role of an undercover ‘agent-type-person’ disguised as “Fifi”.
Unfortunately for her she traveled by herself, so when her life was threatened by the Godfathers elder brother, Paulie (a.k.a. BIL #2), no backup came to the rescue.
Yes, she died. Along with many others.
Thankgoodness they used toy guns.
I’m stealing an idea. From her. She goes on coffee dates with her blog readers. And today, I’d like to go on one with you.
Since this is our first coffee date, you’ll find out that I love vanilla lattes. If it were our 2nd or 3rd date you would find out that I get stuck in ruts all the time. Because if I were late for our 3rd or even 4th date, you would be able to order for me.
Medium vanilla latte please.
But this is our first date, so let’s not push my buttons too much. K???
After we order coffees (or whatever you’d like to drink plus my latte) I’ll probably end up back in the order line, eying all of the desserts. [I love my snacks -- speaking of snacks, these chocolate animal crackers that I'm munching on are so addicting]
I’ll sit back down and most likely sigh. Then I’ll ask how you’re doing. If your response is long I’ll listen with open ears, never interrupt, but add a few words here and there just to let you know that I really am paying attention.
When you’re done it will be my turn. And beware, I’m not good at this talking about me face-to-face thing. But I’ll try –
Every time I vacuum I get frustrated. Frustrated because after vacuuming only two rooms my right hand is cramping up so bad that holding the vacuum gets tough, you know? Whenever I have my own home I’ll have to [depending on the size] make a schedule of rooms I vacuum everyday just so that I don’t overdue myself. Ugh. Annoying…
I found this dress the other day that I absolutely love! AND it looks long. Easter outfit dreaming much? Yuppers. But props to ShopRuche for finally selling a dress that isn’t barely covering
someones my legs. Major. Score.
Do you ever create so many ridiculous hashtags during the day that it’s almost lame? Or while you’re even doing some household chore a hashtag pops into your head because it fits what you’re doing so well? OH, you don’t? Hahaha — well I do. I thought about the “#thatawkwardmoment ” one this morning while taking a shower, but the “#thatawkwardmoment” hashtag fits for any type of event that is linked to the bathroom. Details.
He is so faithful — God, that is. So understanding. So merciful. So forgiving…For me though? That’s the part that gets me. Every day I’m stumped by that. But that’s good. Because when I get stumped by that I realize how much more I’m in need of Him. He chose to love me and you, and everyone everywhere. And I’ll gladly surrender myself. Because I’d rather be in a giant ocean of His love with waves crashing everywhere than feel one single rain drop of sin on my skin…Do you ever feel like that?
My nephews and nieces were over at my house yesterday and they played dress-up. Here’s a few of them [my niece didn't know what to dress up as so I told her to grab a pot and pretend she's in Tangled... that works, right?]
Ohmygoodness! I love this song! Do you hear it? It’s Ray
Lamontagne “I just butchered his last name!” — I never say his name right, but that’s why we have Google (*insert my singing along, and not just vocal parts; I sing it all…guitar, bass, trumpets, & drums).
Such a good song. So groovy — yes, I just said that.
Ope — look at the time! I’ve gotta run. But thanks for the coffee date. I liked it tons.
Meet again some other time on another beautiful day?
See you, friend.
I haven’t been very creative with my outfits recently. And I mean it.
Yesterday I wore my fat sweatpants with a random pull-over sweater, accompanied by ghetto earrings and some sneakers. Winner? Yes indeed.
Today isn’t much better. I put together black leggings, a relaxed but vibrantly colored sloppy shirt with a fleece zip-up sweatshirt that isn’t even mine… and don’t forget the socks that are pulled up over my leggings just so my feet stay warm. [Classy wouldn't exactly be the word.]
Sometimes I find myself looking at real-estate. Why? Because I like pretending that I have all the money in the world and therefore can afford any house I want. And sometimes, I don’t just look at houses — castles are always an option and so are French chateau’s. Because hello? Ever think outside the box?!
The previous picture was when I was looking in France, but right now? It’s Savannah, GA.
I was shoppin’ around last evening in Savannah… my recent obsession with this city is because a favorite music artist is playing there in April – so all of the sudden, Savannah, GA just got really cool.
Anywho… I found a spot. Wanna see???
You’ll pull up to this:
That’s what I’M talkin’ about!
You can relax in here (don’t worry, there’s a den for “real” lounging):
And we can cook in here:
There are multiple bedrooms to choose from so you can take your pick when you visit… And yes, there are things I would change, but there’s only so many perfect things you can get with half a million… right???
Okay. That was fun dreaming.
Now where should I look???
It’s harder than it looks.
For instance… You don’t want to hear me play it. And no offense, but I don’t want to hear you play it either.
A blog I follow posted this video. It’s a couple years old but I had never seen it. And let me tell ya…
He’s real good.