Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Hi! I'm back. Sorry for being a bad blogger. The last two weeks have just flown by. Brad has been traveling A LOT for work. Talking 13 out of the last 17 days. He's been to Shanghai (China), Bangalore and Delhi (India), and Fairfield (CT). And he's flying back from Mumbai right now. Actually, I'm not even 100% certain it's Mumbai. That's how hard it is to keep up with him. Where In the World Is Carmen Sandiego Bradford Donaldson? I'm a dork, I know. He needs to get some quality, non-jetlagged sleep soon. After which he tells me he is going to author a blog post. So stay tuned!

Last Thursday we received our sea shipment. My eyes well up just thinking about that day. What a beautiful day it was.We have invited our new American-friends-in-Singapore over for Thanksgiving (well Turkey Satur-Day I'm calling it) so that has given me the motivation to get everything unpacked and organized in record time. I have to admit it has really been a ton of work, but it is now 100% finished, and I am quite proud of our pretty home away from home.

Of course I am always thinking throughout the day "I should write about this in the blog" and now when I sit down to write, I can't remember a darn thing. Meh.

Here's something. I have a habit of falling down slippery flights of stairs at least once per winter. It started in college in IN, and it has become a sort of tradition that I expect and count on. Turns out I can escape winter temperatures in SG, but I can't escape my winter fate. Tonight I was walking out of the MRT station and slipped and tumbled down the steps.  Of course it was rush hour. Of course it was raining. Of course I was wearing my 'commuter flats' while all the glam Asian women around me were casually and effortlessly strolling in their 5 inch stilettos. Of course I was wearing a skirt. And of course five or so women gasped and squealed when I bit it. They were nice enough to rush over and ask me if I was OK though.  'Silly western woman taking the stairs when she could take an escalator,' they were thinking. Whelp, at least I got that out of the way for the year. Let's hope this means my trip to Michigan for Christmas will be fall-free.

One more random thought. The other day I was on the train on the way to work. Taking the train in any country/city you are bound to encounter some characters. Well this one was took the cake. He was an Indian man. Maybe 38 or so. My height. Dressed normal. Smelled OK. What was NOT OK, was the mole on the side of his face. THAT HAD 3 HAIRS GROWING OUT OF IT DOWN TO HIS HIS JAWLINE. I kid you not. Probably 4 or 5 inches. At once, I thought I was going to puke and couldn't avert my eyes for the next 4 stops. If only I had gotten a picture.

Speaking of pictures. Here are mine for the past week or so:
Hello my living room. How I have missed you.

Hi Muxiguxi.

I have been looking for Viennetta in the States since I was like 12. Low and behold, I find it in Southeast Asia. And for $5.60 no less. 1 point for SG.

I always insist on having a real Christmas tree. But I may just stick to my wine-rack-turned-wine-rack-Christmas-tree this year. Pretty and purposeful.
First I decorated for Christmas. Then I redecorated for Thanksgiving. All in one evening.

Train station on the way to the next picture.

Elton John concert! And we made new friends from South Africa at the bar! Yay, us!

Orchard Road lit up. This was during my 10pm post-work and photography class 4-store hunt for a turkey big enough to feed 6.

1 comment:

  1. You are living quite the life my dear! House looks great. And Orchard reminds me of London at Christmas time :)

    Happy Thanksgiving from America!