We laughed so hard our bellies hurt then danced until the wee hours of the morning. Slumber party was had and laughing ensued. Late night fun walking home along with late night bowls of cereal. Then sleep to recover.
Tuesday, November 29
the night we had too much fun
We laughed so hard our bellies hurt then danced until the wee hours of the morning. Slumber party was had and laughing ensued. Late night fun walking home along with late night bowls of cereal. Then sleep to recover.
Halloween
My blogs definitely needs a professional make over if its going to last much longer. It's ugly in my opinion. Unpleasant to look at. And who wants to come back day after day to read an ugly blog? That and I haven't been updating it as well. Fear not for I am back and I have had some interesting times in the recent past and I have pictures to prove it.
Here was how I spent my Halloween weekend:
We dressed up in whatever costumes we could find. Decorations were made with real leaves and pumpkins were bought at the market. We had mulled wine that turned our lips red and ate appetizers cooked in a microwave turned oven. We danced, we sang, and we played games. We carved a pumpkin but didn't have time to cook the seeds. We put a candle inside and turned off the lights. We gave her a name which has now been forgotten. We stuck cloves in oranges and smelled them. We watched Hocus Pocus. And it was such a fabulous Halloween week end. These are my friends.
Here was how I spent my Halloween weekend:
We dressed up in whatever costumes we could find. Decorations were made with real leaves and pumpkins were bought at the market. We had mulled wine that turned our lips red and ate appetizers cooked in a microwave turned oven. We danced, we sang, and we played games. We carved a pumpkin but didn't have time to cook the seeds. We put a candle inside and turned off the lights. We gave her a name which has now been forgotten. We stuck cloves in oranges and smelled them. We watched Hocus Pocus. And it was such a fabulous Halloween week end. These are my friends.
Thursday, November 3
can't think of the word
but are any of you the type of person who feels the same emotions as other people??
(And it drives me absolutely crazy when I can't think of the word I want, and it happens more often than not these days). So for instance, if one of your family members or close friends is really angry about something and the situation has nothing to do with you but you feel angry for the same reason? Or if someone close to you if really sad or upset about something and you feel the same feeling as them but you have no reason to have that feeling? (I know there is a word for this)
Thats me.
If someone I know is really upset, hurt, or even happy (yes, this can be a good thing as well) then I feel that emotion with them.
It's a really great thing until it gets me in trouble. Like when I don't like someone because they've done a friend wrong but I have never met this person or have a good reason not like to them.
But then again, it can be really hard. Like right now. When there is someone close to me going through a horrible time and I feel as though I am going through that hard time with her. I am clearly not, and thankful for that, but I can't help but be upset and sad and angry and confused all at the same time. And in the same moment have no words to express to my friend that will help her at all.
It's interesting how the older I get the more "adult" lives problems seem to get. Interesting.
Sometimes I think I've done a decent enough job of avoiding growing up, having chosen the live I have chosen since graduating university. And then there are times like this, sitting in my apartment, feeling all those emotions for a friend who's going through a tough time, when I realize, am I really old enough to have friends going through such tough times like this?
I'm sorry to be so vague but thats just the way its going to be on here. (It's not my issue to be sharing with the world wide web).
Anyways, just some food for thought if that is even food for thought. More like the deepness inside the soul of Kara tonight.
On a different, more light note... I realized (yes, it took me almost 2 months) that every time I walk home from work I pass the Arc de Triumph. I decided this evening that I need to be more aware of my surroundings and the many blessings I am granted on a more than regular basis and therefore I have decided that every night when I pass through the intersection at Avenue Wagram and look to my right and see the Arc de Triumph, that I am going to choose to be thankful for the many blessings in my life. Every time I see this monument, it is going to renew a spirit of thankfulness and positivity.
And yesterday, I had a friend come over for lunch (yes, I cooked) and she brought me a sewing machine (so excited) and a hammer and nails and a screw driver (which made my life 10 x's better) so now my painting is hanging on my wall and the chair I bought myself at Ikea a week ago can now be used as a chair.
And while I truly do enjoy a rainy Parisian day, I do not enjoy the fact the rain feels the need to enter into my apartment. Grrr to useless windows that do not do their job. :-)
Well, I hope you all are enjoying a fabulous Thursday. It's almost the week end and that is something ot be thankful for. And 6.5 weeks until I am reunited with my family after a really long (or sometimes it seems short) year apart. (Are ya'll ready for all my European-ness?)
Love, yours truly
(And it drives me absolutely crazy when I can't think of the word I want, and it happens more often than not these days). So for instance, if one of your family members or close friends is really angry about something and the situation has nothing to do with you but you feel angry for the same reason? Or if someone close to you if really sad or upset about something and you feel the same feeling as them but you have no reason to have that feeling? (I know there is a word for this)
Thats me.
If someone I know is really upset, hurt, or even happy (yes, this can be a good thing as well) then I feel that emotion with them.
It's a really great thing until it gets me in trouble. Like when I don't like someone because they've done a friend wrong but I have never met this person or have a good reason not like to them.
But then again, it can be really hard. Like right now. When there is someone close to me going through a horrible time and I feel as though I am going through that hard time with her. I am clearly not, and thankful for that, but I can't help but be upset and sad and angry and confused all at the same time. And in the same moment have no words to express to my friend that will help her at all.
It's interesting how the older I get the more "adult" lives problems seem to get. Interesting.
Sometimes I think I've done a decent enough job of avoiding growing up, having chosen the live I have chosen since graduating university. And then there are times like this, sitting in my apartment, feeling all those emotions for a friend who's going through a tough time, when I realize, am I really old enough to have friends going through such tough times like this?
I'm sorry to be so vague but thats just the way its going to be on here. (It's not my issue to be sharing with the world wide web).
Anyways, just some food for thought if that is even food for thought. More like the deepness inside the soul of Kara tonight.
On a different, more light note... I realized (yes, it took me almost 2 months) that every time I walk home from work I pass the Arc de Triumph. I decided this evening that I need to be more aware of my surroundings and the many blessings I am granted on a more than regular basis and therefore I have decided that every night when I pass through the intersection at Avenue Wagram and look to my right and see the Arc de Triumph, that I am going to choose to be thankful for the many blessings in my life. Every time I see this monument, it is going to renew a spirit of thankfulness and positivity.
And yesterday, I had a friend come over for lunch (yes, I cooked) and she brought me a sewing machine (so excited) and a hammer and nails and a screw driver (which made my life 10 x's better) so now my painting is hanging on my wall and the chair I bought myself at Ikea a week ago can now be used as a chair.
And while I truly do enjoy a rainy Parisian day, I do not enjoy the fact the rain feels the need to enter into my apartment. Grrr to useless windows that do not do their job. :-)
Well, I hope you all are enjoying a fabulous Thursday. It's almost the week end and that is something ot be thankful for. And 6.5 weeks until I am reunited with my family after a really long (or sometimes it seems short) year apart. (Are ya'll ready for all my European-ness?)
Love, yours truly
Tuesday, November 1
meet the terrors in my life
I mean, the main men in my life... ha ha
These are the only pictures I have of these little guys. I figured I should introduce y'all since they are a main part of my life. The one with spiky hair is Henri (pronounced without the h and very french) and he is 5 years old and acts every bit of it. He is 100 percent boy and it drives me crazy sometimes. He hates being clean and fights me every night to take a bath (with soap) or brush his teeth. He refuses to use his knife, instead insisting on using his fingers at the dinner table and has picked up pretty well on how to annoy people on a regular basis (including me). The other boy, the one with longer straight hair is Ferdinand (pronounced very french as well) and he is a different creature. While all boy, he has a very sensitive side to him which usually means I get along better with him. He is also 7 and quite a bit more mature than Henri. While Ferdinand loves to wrestle and play all the boy games there are, his passions are dance (he loves classical) and piano. He has the most patience for me and my French and therefore we have the most deep conversations. He is opposite from his brother in the clean category and loves being clean and taking a bath with soap and brushing his teeth. He's honest, genuine and has a sweet little heart that I enjoy more times than not. He, however, can be more than a handful after dinner when he likes to go into overdrive and be the biggest pain in the neck and not listen to anyone.
Here are the two men that occupy the majority of my life these days. While they have caused me great frustration in the last few months, I do have a few good memories with them and I am getting through to them and I think they have started to see me as the good guy as opposed to the bad guy which is what gets me through some days. They are a handful, a handful that comes in the size of a 2 cute little boys, but they're my handful. At least for a year.
These are the only pictures I have of these little guys. I figured I should introduce y'all since they are a main part of my life. The one with spiky hair is Henri (pronounced without the h and very french) and he is 5 years old and acts every bit of it. He is 100 percent boy and it drives me crazy sometimes. He hates being clean and fights me every night to take a bath (with soap) or brush his teeth. He refuses to use his knife, instead insisting on using his fingers at the dinner table and has picked up pretty well on how to annoy people on a regular basis (including me). The other boy, the one with longer straight hair is Ferdinand (pronounced very french as well) and he is a different creature. While all boy, he has a very sensitive side to him which usually means I get along better with him. He is also 7 and quite a bit more mature than Henri. While Ferdinand loves to wrestle and play all the boy games there are, his passions are dance (he loves classical) and piano. He has the most patience for me and my French and therefore we have the most deep conversations. He is opposite from his brother in the clean category and loves being clean and taking a bath with soap and brushing his teeth. He's honest, genuine and has a sweet little heart that I enjoy more times than not. He, however, can be more than a handful after dinner when he likes to go into overdrive and be the biggest pain in the neck and not listen to anyone.
Here are the two men that occupy the majority of my life these days. While they have caused me great frustration in the last few months, I do have a few good memories with them and I am getting through to them and I think they have started to see me as the good guy as opposed to the bad guy which is what gets me through some days. They are a handful, a handful that comes in the size of a 2 cute little boys, but they're my handful. At least for a year.
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