tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47041681350778254642024-03-13T14:47:00.387+08:00Tales of a busy EXPAT housewife....Now In SingaporeBe Yourself and You Will Always be in Style.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-61895199278010917302013-12-02T09:31:00.000+08:002013-12-02T10:10:57.080+08:00Hellloooo....is this thing even working?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So, after over I year I am ready to come back to blogging.<br />
I'm not so sure my current title fits me anymore. Yes, I'm still a housewife. But my kids are in school all day. I find myself searching more about who I am how I've changes over the years.<br />
What do I like to do?<br />
Where do I want to go?<br />
What do I believe in?<br />
I have started another blog called So this is 40. I'll be exploring me, my thoughts, my feelings the way I feel in the world and what's happening around me. It could be anything from current events to personal events.<br />
Come over and join me and my new path of finding myself while staying true to my lifestyle.<br />
<a href="http://sothisisfortynow.blogspot.com/">http://sothisisfortynow.blogspot.com/</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-14311537060940685492012-05-30T19:03:00.000+08:002012-05-30T19:03:10.180+08:00Feelings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is how I've been feeling lately. I hate the end of the school year for my kids. It's one year older and one year closer to independence. My oldest has 2 years left now before College. My youngest will be a 4th grader! My middle is graduating from 5th grade next week with a big shindig and all that fancy kind of stuff.<br />
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Time is slipping through my fingers.<br />
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They grow too fast, their demands on me are different from what they were just a year ago. Some days they need everything from me and the next they need nothing. I feel like a tightrope walker at times, trying to give them just enough independence to learn while at the same time trying to balance their safety. I often feel like just sitting in the middle of that tightrope and holding them all at EXACTLY this point in time.<br />
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Truth is, I like just about every phase of my kids' life so far. There are good and bad with every age and at times I have wished for time to go faster so they were past those bad stages. But now,well now all I want is for them to STOP! I miss those times where College and graduations were so far away you really didn't need to think about them. Now it is so close I can practically smell it!<br />
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Time is slipping by faster and faster and I feel it is only picking up speed. I can't stop it but I sure hope I can remember to enjoy the good and bad times. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-38158891120387979642012-05-13T13:28:00.001+08:002012-05-13T13:36:56.324+08:00Kickin' and screamin'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I once was told about a family that left Singapore "Kicking and screaming". At first I thought I don't want to be that person, I want to get my fill of Singapore and move on in a nice and dignified way. A whole year and some later I have come to find out that I am not going to be dignified at all and I will NEVER seem to get my fill of this lovely place. Yes, we are moving back to Utah and I (and the rest of my family) will be kickin' and screamin' the whole way.<br />
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When we started out on this adventure we never thought we would fall in love with Singapore. We knew it would be something different and that we would try to learn as much as we could. We knew we could end up hating it here and now looking back I almost wish we would. It would make leaving so much easier.<br />
We have met many wonderful people from all over the world and some we are lucky enough to call friends. We have learned things about other cultures that we may never have learned any other way. When we go out now we hear many different accents and languages that we can now place and label. We have been down under and visited a communist country. We know how to use chopsticks and we love sharing our meals. We have ate foods we never had heard of 2 years ago and now we don't know if we can live without. We have encountered stereotypes, both our own and the view of others.<br />
Yes, I will go back to Utah kicking and screaming. I will never get enough of this culture. It is so different than what I was raised with and I still find myself in awe sometimes, and sometimes it is hard for me to understand their ways. But I no longer judge, it is okay to be different and all these different ways work. Some of these differences I'll adopt for myself because they make sense.<br />
I will never get enough of meeting people from all over the world. People who I may never have met before but I can't imagine my life without now. People that I have so much more in common with than previously thought, even if we did grow up on opposite sides of the world. We are all the same in different ways.<br />
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I will miss the sites and smells. The busyness of daily life. The learning of different ways. <i> </i>I will even miss the frustrations. I will miss the adventure, always trying new food or of adopting new practices. I will miss the colourfulness. And I think I will miss who we have become while here. I like this adventuring family whose motto seems to be GO FOR IT! </div>
I will always be grateful that we had this time here. I would love to have more, maybe someday but for now we are US bound, undignified because that's just the way I want to roll, kickin' and screamin'. </div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-64516141804978333652012-02-08T13:11:00.000+08:002012-02-08T13:11:06.330+08:00Thaipusam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This year I got the chance to actually go and watch a religious observance by the Hindus. It's called Thaipusam. It only comes once a year and it is when the Hindus celebrate the victory of the Hindu deity Subramanya over the forces of darkness.<br />
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Men and sometimes women will pierce their skin with spikes in order to wear a kavadi. There is NO blood and the participants are willing and proud to carry the kavadi's. I only saw the women with the piercings in their tongue or cheeks so I'm not sure if they can carry the kavadi's. The participants also carry along gifts to their deity like milk and food. It is just another religion praying to their gods the way they believe. Here in Singapore they will walk from one Temple (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sri Srinivasa Perumal Temple) to another one (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sri Thandayuthapani Temple)</span> </span>about 4.5 kilometers, or 2.5 miles. <br />
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From the moment I got off the MRT stop you could feel the elecctricity in the air. You just KNEW something was going on. Traffic is still going but there are huge metal gates blocking off one side of the road for the procession to walk. Sometimes the men and women would have to wait just like any other pedestrians. While they waited was the best time to see them dance and sing. I did walk part of the procession because I wanted to see what it felt like. It was VERY hot, but there were lots of places along the way offering food, water and juices. And not just for participants, I was asked if I wanted anything too. <br />
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I met a friend there and we watched the procession before going to the Temple to watch some more. Just walking into the Temple your senses were bombarded by music and prayer and talking and the incense. It was practically magical. The energy here was just amazing. You could feel it was a celebration. IT WAS CROWDED. And it was totally worth it! There were families all clustered together to witness and help with whoever was wearing the kavadi. There were children and older ladies and the fellowship was everywhere. Many of the people participating were just happy and proud. It wasn't barbarian like at all! This is the way they choose to celebrate their God and who am I to judge? They were happy and they believe in something! <br />
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I am so glad I took the time out of my day to witness this. I will never regret that I was witness to this religious ceremony. <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-66003773792950259842012-01-23T20:28:00.000+08:002012-01-23T20:28:04.657+08:00Welcome home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I got back to Singapore Friday morning at 1. I was met at the airport by my sexy husband who had orange juice for me and 6 red roses. I think I was more thrilled by the orange juice. Flying makes me crave OJ, badly! Just to show off the roses here is a picture taken 3 days later.<br />
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I did go home to see her. The stroke was major enough that I felt the huge need to hug my mom and just see her.<br />
It's funny how much my life has changed and I wasn't even the stroke victim. I will always have a mother who suffered a stroke, no matter how well she recovers she will still need to take extra precautions. I will always call her more and really pay attention to how she is. I will always worry if she is home alone. And honestly that is so little of a problem compared to the things my mom has to overcome. <br />
My sisters and I have bonded over something we never thought would happen but we stuck together and we had eachothers backs when it mattered most. It was so nice to have 3 best friends who understood everything I said and did. We have a history no matter how many years we've been apart or the roads that life has taken us. <br />
My kids and husband did excellent while I was away! It was so nice to know that everything here in Singapore was covered and they did it all on their own. They also made a great team. My husband has always appreciated the job I do but I think he has a whole new understanding of how it goes here in Singapore. He was great and didn't complain once! <br />
My whole family is great. From my birth family to the one I birthed. I am now looking forward to getting back to Singapore life and the new lifestyle I have in store for me. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-82987129487662644982012-01-01T16:06:00.002+08:002012-01-01T16:17:25.675+08:002011 where did you go?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am so bad at time management. This last year was no exception. There were so many things I didn't get done that I had hoped to.<br />
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I didn't see enough of my friends.<br />
I didn't spend as much time with my kids as I wanted.<br />
I yelled too much and didn't take enough deep breaths.<br />
I didn't listen to the voice in my head and wore my heart on my sleeve.<br />
I didn't tell my husband how wonderful he is EVERY day.<br />
I didn't reach out to those in need as much as I should have.<br />
I didn't have enough "me" time for massages, pedis, book reading, crafts or just relaxing time.<br />
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I hope to get better at these things in 2012. I might not get them all done, it might not be perfect. But I TRIED. I cared enough to TRY. I am always the optimist thinking there is time to do everything but there never is. Time flies by too fast. I want this next year to be about things that are important, that matter, that will make MY life better.<br />
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I hope to reach out more to my friends, old and new, and make some quality friendships.<br />
I will make sure that the little amounts of time I do spend with my kids are quality time making memories we will all cherish forever.<br />
I'll try and remember my kids are more important than that load of dishes or laundry when THEY want to talk and not when it suits my time line!<br />
I will not yell, as much, when things aren't done in MY timely manner.<br />
I will continue to wear my heart on my sleeve and trust everyone I meet. I will believe in the goodness of people and hope that I may make a mark in their lives. It's my biggest character flaw somedays. <br />
I hope to make my husband really understand that he is wonderful and without him my life would be sub-par.<br />
I will try hard to carve out "me" time and be happy with the bits that I get and not whine that it's not enough.<br />
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2011 was a good year. It will be missed but it has now become a future scrapbook that I will need to make...someday when I have enough time.<br />
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English is one of the 4 official languages of Singapore so that has helped us communicate with just about everyone. The kids take Mandarin in school and are pretty good at it too. They were able to talk to a few people while we were in China. It was awesome listening to my kids speak a different language. I have been studying Mandarin but I am no good. The voice inflections get me and I get too flustered. Our trip to China showed me just how crappy my Mandarin skills are! <br />
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I have however picked up on another language spoken here although it isn't an "official" language it is spoken everywhere! I speak of British English! Seriously! If facebook will let me choose it as a language I speak then I will choose it! Yes my friends I am slowly becoming very adept at speaking British English! <br />
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Here are a few examples for you non-believers.<br />
<em>My friend Tanya uses a pram for her children.</em> <br />
Notice that I say pram and not stroller. Pram is British English<br />
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Here's another...<br />
<em>Natalie loves to ride in the lift.</em> <br />
Lift is British for elevator. See how good I am at this? It's almost like my ancestors came from Britian or something! <br />
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<em>Bob likes to put his beer in an esky.</em> <br />
In America we would say cooler but the British are so proper they like to say esky. <br />
Even pinterest recognizes the difference between British English and American English as recognized by this poster....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So, Now on a hot summer day the kids will be offered cold on a cob instead of popsicles.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It has been hard to learn the differences in some places. I told the maintenance guy I liked his truck and he did not understand until I said I liked his lorry. It can still be confusing. Next I will try to learn the spelling of British English. How to spell movie theatre instead of movie theater, or go to the shopping centre instead of the shopping center. Being bilingual is hard but so fascinating. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-18468069254392126882011-11-26T12:13:00.000+08:002011-11-26T12:13:28.598+08:00Thanksgiving in Singapore take 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This is our 2nd year we get to celebrate Thanksgiving in Singapore. This one we kind of know what we are doing! Last year we were just too new, but we still enjoyed it.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Last year we had someone else make some of our feastly food. This year we had him do ALL of it, except deviled eggs. The kids like to do those. Mr. Hoe, from the Singapore American School makes the BEST turkey I have EVER had! He makes many things for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners and it is worth EVERY penny. It gave us more time to enjoy each other as a family and just to relax a little. I also didn't have to worry about any of the preparations or getting any of the food ingredients. SO easy! I did, however, take snapshots of all the prices I WOULD have paid for a Singaporean Thanksgiving. It's not like the States and that's OKAY with me! In the States I would NEVER have got it catered.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Here is the price of a Singaporean Turkey. One Kg is equal to 2.2 pounds. So a ten pound turkey would cost you 44 dollars. Except this is my oven here in Singapore and I'm not sure it would fit. I barely fit a full sized cookie sheet in it with a "personal" sized pizza on it! </div><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-55563114733648556632011-10-23T19:16:00.000+08:002011-10-23T19:16:01.110+08:00And we'll have fun, fun, fun....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My 17th wedding anniversary was this last weekend. Bob and I have always done something fun with the family to celebrate. After all our kids are part of our marriage, they are what comes from our love. This year we decided to go to...<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Universal Studios Singapore and do Ifly at Sentosa.</span> <br />
I don't know who had more fun, us or the kids! I love amusement parks and I especially love the rides. This time ALL our kids can ride ALL the rides! Proof that the years are still flying by. We had so much fun walking around and just enjoying eachother. By far our most favorite ride was Battlestar Galactica but the blue side or Alien side. THAT WAS AWESOME! Natalie was disappointed in some of the rides because they were too short since they are geared towards some of the littler kids. After the Canopy flyer in the Jurassic Park area Natalie shouts"Oh! EM! GEE! is that it?" That one could have been way more fun if it was just a bit longer. Oh well, makes a great story to tell! <br />
After touring Universal we had a flight time of 5 at Ifly. We checked in, had a quick training class and geared up to go fly. Ifly is the largest wind tunnel in Singapore and simulates the free fall you have after jumping out of an airplane. It is AMAZING! I am so ready to take this up as a new hobby but Bob says I need to earn some money first. Maybe I can just put up a donation button to feed my adrenaline junkie side? It's not as easy as it looks and I was true to my inner clutz and ran smack dab into the window! I didn't even see it sneak up on me but I conked my head pretty good! Another great story to tell. Jake stopped after his first turn but is ready to go back and try again! <br />
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A few weeks ago I was contacted by the Expat arrivals site to write an article for them. No pay or anything just write an article and maybe I'll get more visitors to my blog. I would have wrote the article anyway. I like helping people, and giving MY side of advice<a href="http://www.expatarrivals.com/article/finding-a-doctor-in-singapore">. And this little article I did for them... </a> is just that, my experience and the advice I can give out. I'm really no expert on anything and everyone will have different experiences or ideas what is best for them. But this is a good guideline to start with.<br />
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The Expat Arrivals site has many informative articles. It is worth checking out. They have real people living in Singapore telling how<a href="http://www.expatarrivals.com/singapore/culture-shock-in-singapore"> they deal with the culture shock </a> or with <a href="http://www.expatarrivals.com/singapore/renting-property-in-singapore">renting property here</a>. I personally like the real world experience that people can share as opposed to the books written by people that have never really "lived" in Singapore.<br />
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I was very happy they even asked for me to be a contributor. Like I said, I like helping others as much as I can and I do like writing from time to time. This was good for me to write to someone for someone else's needs. It made me think about how much I've become accustomed to many things here in Singapore. I had to think about how I felt the first few weeks and how daunting it was for me to go outside the house much less find a Dr. and lately I feel like we have been living at the Dr. offices. So, I may not be the best expert they could have asked but I'm happy just the same to share the little bit of info I did have.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJMUC0fNfwcztFNUGQ4vevr6JT68gLKtUHko255TC0DmDQ-ABn89xfVSl8ctR18g0nPNQjMHjoUo-kgNwG3fDVeJOZ5muRipAdcIg9vihpUWqtZusmfhpW9mTPswGpBuZaVfRll0kj2f8/s1600/rainy+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJMUC0fNfwcztFNUGQ4vevr6JT68gLKtUHko255TC0DmDQ-ABn89xfVSl8ctR18g0nPNQjMHjoUo-kgNwG3fDVeJOZ5muRipAdcIg9vihpUWqtZusmfhpW9mTPswGpBuZaVfRll0kj2f8/s1600/rainy+day.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 20px;">I know I'm going against the rules here but I have two I love. So, you decide which one you like and ignore the other! I have this one....</span><a href="http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-kids-rainy-day.html">http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-kids-rainy-day.html</a> because it has 2 of my kids, my husband and my cat that I really do miss. The only thing wrong with it is Greyson isn't in it.<a href="http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweetarts.html"> My other most beautiful post would have to the one about Sweetarts</a>. Mostly I think it deserves most beautiful because it's words of wisdom from my mom and it's carried me through many bumps in the road of life. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnnBJzFRH0YBuBYeqc_I3614bmLZmor8c5tmUsSSiAa_HKK24P_jDP4BbSxT6NxLntS2tQsm7NT2HgCM9aQQ8Wuz8eE40ZRQm0BIpVaqHniMys25Gvj6fCGBByVGj_mMIaozHSbnT5lUJ/s1600/addiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnnBJzFRH0YBuBYeqc_I3614bmLZmor8c5tmUsSSiAa_HKK24P_jDP4BbSxT6NxLntS2tQsm7NT2HgCM9aQQ8Wuz8eE40ZRQm0BIpVaqHniMys25Gvj6fCGBByVGj_mMIaozHSbnT5lUJ/s1600/addiction.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This one was a little tough for me. I ended up picking the one that BECAME my most favorite outside of my blog. </span><a href="http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2009/04/adddiction.html" style="font-family: inherit;">Which had to be this one titled ...ADDICTION. </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> This post didn't have the most comments or even the most views HOWEVER, it did have the most </span>recipients<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. We bought a ton of these shoe/slippers and gave them out as gifts! TO EVERYONE we had ever met it felt like. The shoes were quite popular and I miss wearing them but the fur is just too hot for my tropical paradise. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Now we have the post for...</span><br />
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Now we have the<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOpHkStuLk6Rvjijv-kjJJdnjSiYrT63oPvihmnIqhkUT27dHeCnDZjQMQTifaat_rU5byk3PauxLjX-hAe52VycH21TfhgcbHhP1WodzVxzBgIX33SwTaGUl3cnrTyButUask9e0yNIj/s1600/161750_673859251_4437934_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOpHkStuLk6Rvjijv-kjJJdnjSiYrT63oPvihmnIqhkUT27dHeCnDZjQMQTifaat_rU5byk3PauxLjX-hAe52VycH21TfhgcbHhP1WodzVxzBgIX33SwTaGUl3cnrTyButUask9e0yNIj/s1600/161750_673859251_4437934_n.jpg" /></a></div>I don't write helpful posts. I'm not an expert in much of anything and I really just like to write about me and how I feel, that's something that I am an expert at!<a href="http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-its-that-time-of-month.html"> So, this one had me puzzled but I found the post entitled...That time of the month.</a> It happened almost one full year ago! I chose it because it made me remember that being helpful is good, but being myself helps ME even more!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXtAGwqZJDe7_tI4KCCOz4MHcBPUByQ-6n9bB4P1T7DAdMu7qm7RGorLAJIMoxhoNaEWHPp0YpxsPUJ0LOBpTilyYEzuYo6EiEHCEUA_YFvbXHGMFZ36yhSv3qTC38ngo36v4mYnmyugY/s1600/music" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzXtAGwqZJDe7_tI4KCCOz4MHcBPUByQ-6n9bB4P1T7DAdMu7qm7RGorLAJIMoxhoNaEWHPp0YpxsPUJ0LOBpTilyYEzuYo6EiEHCEUA_YFvbXHGMFZ36yhSv3qTC38ngo36v4mYnmyugY/s1600/music" /></a></div>This one was totally about me and the role music plays in my life. I think I need to update it because I have more music to add. <a href="http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/soundtrack-of-my-life.html">The soundtrack of my life</a> is funny but it is part of me. Music plays a big role in my life. It describes me in many ways, it helps me through bad times, is right alongside me in good times and just seems to always be in the background. I can do ANYTHING with music, well, except sing but whatever. I chose it as most underrated because it really is a good description of me and I think most people read it and think it's just a funny.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM6Ao2Sa0UT-1CrN9U9e-y5bHVSNmMpxtu9M_jzd93vSI1jG5KXCzL53URsxEAy_dAow4owdbL1ac7TI0sQ-00zxZeaImia5vxzHUaIWo0jFQo9QoyfJBAqj9_dkoxTpNWdxmbRTwHWmi/s1600/Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM6Ao2Sa0UT-1CrN9U9e-y5bHVSNmMpxtu9M_jzd93vSI1jG5KXCzL53URsxEAy_dAow4owdbL1ac7TI0sQ-00zxZeaImia5vxzHUaIWo0jFQo9QoyfJBAqj9_dkoxTpNWdxmbRTwHWmi/s1600/Wedding.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://talesofabusyhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/10/yin-to-my-yang.html">The Ying to my Yang </a>is the post I am most proud of. Marriage is hard. It takes work, understanding and sometimes tough love. But ours is still strong after almost 20 years together. It hasn't been easy but the hard work makes me so proud. I am proud to call Bob my husband. He really is the best compliment I could have for myself. We fit well and for that I am proud.<br />
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In turn I am going to nominate<br />
1. <a href="http://isteppedoutofmycomfortzone.blogspot.com/">Canesa</a>, I see she has been blogging lately and I want to see some of her older posts again.<br />
2. <a href="http://australianexpatfamily.blogspot.com/">Tanya</a> who is also a friend, fellow expat and blogger. She'll see how far she has come in her few short months here in Singapore. Memory lane is wonderful!<br />
3. <a href="http://thestunzfamily.wordpress.com/">Andrea</a> who is also a friend, a fellow expat and most importantly a HELPFUL blogger.<br />
Good luck Girls.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-7424948662243686592011-08-29T22:24:00.000+08:002011-08-29T22:24:04.447+08:00The circle of lifeYes, I know I'm behind again. What's new? It's the story of my blogging life! Welcome to my world people! I've suffered from writers block again. I have noticed that when I am working through other things in my life the "easy" posts become harder. I NEED to write some of my life situations out. This is my own personal journal, right? LOL. <br />
My children started school about 2 weeks ago. It really is a hard time for me. I've had a hard time since my youngest started first grade. Which in our area was full day, kindergarten was still half day. And that is where my challenges begin! <br />
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I stumbled upon motherhood. I wanted a career and a good daycare. I ended up falling in love, quitting college and then having kids. I LOVE MOTHERHOOD! I never thought I would but it has me in it's grips and most days I struggle with letting my kids go. It's so hard for me. I cry the first day of school and NOT from joy. I miss them. By the end of the day I'm sitting at the door impatiently waiting for my kids to come home. I miss them needing me like when they were younger. I think it a cruel thing to be a mother with the only purpose to love your kids and teach them to one day leave you! Does any other job do that? <br />
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I know someday they will leave me and I do want that. It's the circle of life. I don't baby my kids so that they must stay with me either. I try my hardest to give them the wings to fly without me. Somedays I would love to clip those wings and just hold them tight. To have ME be the center of their little universe. But that is not the way it goes. I need to teach them those little things so that they can become good members of society and start the circle all over again with their families. <br />
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Every year the beginning of school affects me and every year I take a day to feel sorry for myself. Then I move on and cry in private and hope that I tell my kids I love them enough and that I am giving them enough tools for life.This year is a little different, this year I know that I need to move on. I can't change how life goes. They will leave as they should and there is no way I would want any different for them. So, this year I am going to grow up myself. I'm going to decide what I want to do with my life outside the family. This year I started counseling to help me decide these things. Why counseling? To fight off the guilt I feel for not giving my all to my family. <br />
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I am one of those people that knows it is good for my kids to move on but feel guilty when I do things for me. It hasn't always been this way just in the last few years as I see them needing me less and less and as I feel that my "worth" is dwindling. I no longer know everything, I'm no longer supermom, I'm no longer the ONLY person they want for comfort or even just to play with. The guilt was getting so bad that I said sorry about everything even if it wasn't my fault. I got stuck in a rut and am now seeking help to deal with the future. <br />
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Of course when the kids were little I didn't do much thinking about things that I like and things that interest me. I dabbled in crafts, reading, writing, sewing and so many other things. I'm okay at a bunch of things but not really great at anything. This is a year for me to explore other talents that may have lain hidden, to find me while I continue to teach my kids to fly. WIthout guilt, without pressure but with the help and support of my family and friends. But most of all it is me getting off my pity pot that I'm old, that my kids don't need me and re-creating me. Millions of mothers before me have done this, millions of mothers have survived. It is the circle of life. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-57049689609743666312011-08-14T14:14:00.001+08:002011-08-14T14:25:19.535+08:00Let me tell you a little story.Once upon a time way back in 2008 the Olympics were held in Beijing, China. They created this swimming complex for all those competitions that are done in the water. This complex is called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijing_National_Aquatics_Center">The Watercube</a>. This is THE complex where Michael Phelps broke records and became the fastest man in water. We watched those Olympics more than any other. <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsT83kdQ3c8dHCzH2Lk3Dp8JztUyG0AgjmyDXKs3YECwj-98O7y_4HHckwjnNGXEsWpVPvkoSvDoxp7RQnO4FfUamEWztLAsJw0UjoLQRb0iDYHYT9Pl0gpXEwS5AxkXTlKm5gflU7kcVP/s1600/200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsT83kdQ3c8dHCzH2Lk3Dp8JztUyG0AgjmyDXKs3YECwj-98O7y_4HHckwjnNGXEsWpVPvkoSvDoxp7RQnO4FfUamEWztLAsJw0UjoLQRb0iDYHYT9Pl0gpXEwS5AxkXTlKm5gflU7kcVP/s320/200.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Fast Forward to 2011....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When we decided to go to Beijing we knew we would go to see this Watercube and the other well known <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijing_National_Stadium">Stadium the Bird's Nest</a>. However, what we did NOT know until we got to Beijing was that one of the pools at the Watercube was turned into a waterpark for the public to enjoy more and most likely earn more money. We HAD to go! HAD TO! Even Greyson, who isn't particularly fond of waterparks was ready to go. Think about it, Americans. In China. At the Watercube. Swimming. We were so there! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawcu1wtF-_XJXRhE6FRVvpllzgZFNvkDDTu7K7P43QnQjUeJ4PxSoUx9L10gLKMOIupFXPAUDZCxllAXhFoxOcUSHun7VXRGdugBQQ1hs4GaVJV55cjiHcD9O7UoKPpg2sFtwM9FLnbKN/s1600/210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawcu1wtF-_XJXRhE6FRVvpllzgZFNvkDDTu7K7P43QnQjUeJ4PxSoUx9L10gLKMOIupFXPAUDZCxllAXhFoxOcUSHun7VXRGdugBQQ1hs4GaVJV55cjiHcD9O7UoKPpg2sFtwM9FLnbKN/s320/210.JPG" width="213px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We toured the competition pools, did some looking around. Recognized the diving platforms from TV. Took our pics of Henry the Gnome and decided to get a little lunch. We find a table to sit at and instantly we are bombarded by people wanting our picture! There was one Grandma that just kept posing her Grandkids all around us and asking for more pictures. Then Greyson walked over with some of our food and the picture posing started ALL over again. As she's taking pictures other people are sneaking in photos of us while we are posing. It was hilarious! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFRi8zy_Alhsjf5X32Bg7Ron_l0jEpuHF4iF_wn50GO87YnFE6RfFYQ7rJGQVSsCYPwZD_rUybgv_2BZzz3h-Njsj9SWhZgjuib86hxFhVCAssVi3Aw1B1tF3Y0HQN8ETu3m0tjjESyET/s1600/218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFRi8zy_Alhsjf5X32Bg7Ron_l0jEpuHF4iF_wn50GO87YnFE6RfFYQ7rJGQVSsCYPwZD_rUybgv_2BZzz3h-Njsj9SWhZgjuib86hxFhVCAssVi3Aw1B1tF3Y0HQN8ETu3m0tjjESyET/s320/218.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The paparazzi finally leave us to our food and we start to look around at the waterpark portion of the Watercube. It LOOKS AWESOME! We down our food and head downstairs to the locker rooms and entrances. Bob pays for our way in and gets the key for our locker. The place is HUGE! There are a ton of kids running around without clothes on and some of the parents aren't much better. That's just out in the common areas where the lockers are located! We make our way to the shower areas and there are so many more totally naked bodies running around that I thought we had a stripper bar, Americans are so hung up on modesty! It was hilarious but Natalie was very uncomfortable. Even the dressing stalls don't have doors! We hurry and get our swimsuits on and leave to meet the boys to put stuff in the locker. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now, remember that key Bob got for the locker. It works like an easy pass, you scan the key and the locker opens. We found a locker and put all our junk into it! Clothes, camera, passports, money. ALL in the little locker. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51OT57rbtqJ1QdjE9G2bto3tSEFXkTynGf3DsB7EGExiccAf8Sa6I7pV2mxuEUvffxaXxygv9VC_VBlW_9Y4SMeu8O-ZywgujWpZX6ZkD0nividrbEFRBXen3TwK2bt3nn7LxoGIvWOOR/s1600/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51OT57rbtqJ1QdjE9G2bto3tSEFXkTynGf3DsB7EGExiccAf8Sa6I7pV2mxuEUvffxaXxygv9VC_VBlW_9Y4SMeu8O-ZywgujWpZX6ZkD0nividrbEFRBXen3TwK2bt3nn7LxoGIvWOOR/s320/228.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We enter the great <a href="http://www.cnngo.com/explorations/play/beijings-watercube-water-park-now-open-040746">OLYMPIC WATERPARK</a>. This place is packed! And a little cold, they have aircon being pumped into it but get in the water and it's fine. There is a huge wave pool near a stage and they do shows on the stage every so often. There is also a big screen on the wall by the wave pool, this is great for watching the show. The show has blasting music, live dancers, an emcee and a balloonist dressed as a clown! During the show there are cameras that film the swimmers and when you are on the big screen you are splashed by EVERYONE! It was great! Grey loved it and Jake seemed a bit overwhelmed by all the people! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Natalie and I waited in line at the slides for a very long time. She wanted to do the red slide that actually shoots you UP! We decided against that one and went on the blue one that is much more tame. I still didn't like it, I hate being in an enclosed space in my older age. Greyson and Bob did the red slide and LOVED it. You are put into a tube and they count down before you free fall into the slide! It was pretty cool but I couldn't get up the nerve to do it. We ended the trip with the lazy river and decided we were done. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPjfQMCsEAwRxuiovl85RSK4sBMzQJPIYba4x-0suYmnrjHdgDosCzhVN6sV_8BwnhjNtdbITbighNEbAauSbe33uO4gW8rkhuLo7hKDj3qJB41hSglRPrW24EamfI2Nc7skk94ZyS92d/s1600/221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPjfQMCsEAwRxuiovl85RSK4sBMzQJPIYba4x-0suYmnrjHdgDosCzhVN6sV_8BwnhjNtdbITbighNEbAauSbe33uO4gW8rkhuLo7hKDj3qJB41hSglRPrW24EamfI2Nc7skk94ZyS92d/s320/221.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There seems to be no such thing as water diapers here so I was a little more careful than I usually am at a pool. I saw lots of naked baby buts in the pool. We headed to the showers to wash off the chlorine and any thing else we may have picked up. Once again, tons of naked bodies all cramming into a tight space. However, the showers were nice and hot even with tons of people using them. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We all meet back at our locker and CAN NOT get the thing open! We try and try. The scanner thing is not working. The Chinese kid next to us starts speaking to us in ENGLISH! We were so happy to understand someone. Seems we made a HUGE mistake! There is actually a number on the key fob and THAT was the locker number we needed to use. NO ONE told us! ALL of our important stuff is in that locker! Unless someone who has that key came and threw our stuff out. It's a tense situation! After some laughs at our benefit our new little friend helps us find an employee to help us. Of course the employee knows no english and our mandarin is practically non-existent. (note: when visiting a foreign country brush up on the local language) We are saved by our English speaking Chinese friend, again. They all laugh at us AGAIN but We all finally understand each other and the locker is opened! Wallah, Our stuff is safe and sound! We all breath a sigh of relief. That could have been so bad. I'm so grateful that the Chinese believe in teaching their kids a second language at an early age, I am also grateful that out of all those lockers we got the one by the kind english speaking grandfather and kids. God looks out for us fools! </div>Our trip to the watercube is over and we are all very happy. We end up finding a McDonald's for dinner, discuss our amazing time at the Cube and then find a ride back to the hotel. The ride was another one of our big mistakes but I'll save that for another post! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-67584936906226204212011-08-08T10:33:00.000+08:002011-08-08T10:33:21.036+08:00Beijing...Something to start with<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We spent 7 glorious days in Beijing, China. 7 Days I would NEVER have EVER thought I would do! I'm an American girl who grew up basically in the middle of the USA. I was happy just to go the neighboring state. So, finding myself in CHINA was like a dream. It sometimes didn't feel like it was me. Even now and looking at all the pictures it doesn't seem like I was really there. I've said it a million times and I'll say it a million times more, I LOVE seeing these different cultures and learning from them. It is perhaps more fun to me than some of the sites we see. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3J6trjNzZ4nXxhL1bW9hoY1ISD7MR-49DOqOII5sWLMy39alVJL5ZMQbRXmsAsSxPQVQC_EbnLeL7peKFfccuo-Qo2y-XC5E24ZTqE5AAmfd-PRFs7kpWSW_6mudzqzhHkunVgHBfqRG/s1600/178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3J6trjNzZ4nXxhL1bW9hoY1ISD7MR-49DOqOII5sWLMy39alVJL5ZMQbRXmsAsSxPQVQC_EbnLeL7peKFfccuo-Qo2y-XC5E24ZTqE5AAmfd-PRFs7kpWSW_6mudzqzhHkunVgHBfqRG/s320/178.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The first thing I noticed about Beijing was the grass, the kind I'm use to in the US. It was odd at first. Then we started driving more into the city and there wasn't much grass left to see. There are millions of people in Beijing, literally! And I think everyone of them owns a car and all were on the rode while we were driving to the hotel. They drive on the right side of the rode, unlike Singapore, and that too was weird at first. We looked like the tourists we with our heads looking all around and sometimes with our mouths wide open. We realized that Beijing is very much like the US. We even looked up the coordinates of Beijing and it is about the same coordinates as where 2 of my sisters live in Nebraska. The only thing that was different was the people were a bit shorter and didn't have the pasty white skin tone, theirs is a beautiful caramel brown.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks a lot like where I grew up</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There were also TONS of bikes/scooters/motorcycles EVERYWHERE! I've seen bikes but these ones seemed to multiply! Some had seats on the back for the rider, some just had 2 or more people on them balancing and driving along, at the same time! Sometimes the bikes weaved in and out of traffic and the cars would honk. I will never again complain about Singapore traffic after being in Beijing. With all the people and cars and bikes it is an aggressive path to anywhere you may want to go. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is a tame picture of traffic</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The food was always good and always a surprise. Our tour guide, Lily, took us around most of the time we were there and we told her we wanted Chinese food and not Western food. She obliged and we had some of the most delicious food! We ate tons of vegetables that I'm going to start adding to our dinners and we had some of the best noodles I have ever had in my life! I even ate mushrooms AND liked them! We are expanding our palate little by little but I have not been disappointed yet! It's such a refreshing change from the same old food we were use to. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beijing noodles! Even Henry, our Gnome loved them</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">One of the biggest things we noticed was all the Chinese writing on everything. DUH! I don't know why it surprised us at first. You go to any big city and most everything is written in the local language and maybe one more. English was few and far between on buildings and it wasn't one of the most widely used languages but we found enough people who knew enough English to help us to get what we wanted or needed. We went to a grocery store and I didn't see ANY English on any of the products unless it was part of the description of the product, Lay's potato chips were "English style". Chinese writing is beautiful and it almost added to the beauty of the buildings. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">no idea what it says but it sure looks pretty</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We live in Singapore, I have seen Chinese, they have seen westerners. However, in Beijing we were like a rare creature. People asked to take our pictures, A LOT! We had people silently stand next to us and pose, I think I scared one lady when I turned around and smiled for her picture! We all got asked to be in at least one picture alone. The kids were the bigger hit, they were asked so much that Jake and Nat both said their cheeks hurt from smiling. We would have been able to pay for our trip if we charged for the pictures, that's how much we got asked! I wonder what the people say when they show the pictures of us westerners to their families. Hope we left a good impression.</div><br />
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I want to make so many blog posts but my history shows I'm awful at the frequent posting thing. Life gets in my way or writers block starts. There are still some posts I want to do about things we did in JUNE! <br />
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However, I just really don't know where to start on the things we did and the things we saw in China. Do I start with the Forbidden City and it's great architecture, or just the plain history of China which is really very overwhelming in itself. Do I begin with the people who are so kind and rude sometimes at the same time. Do I start with my take as an American overseas? Those things that may seem weird or rude to me but not to the natives of that particular country. Or maybe I should start with the Great Wall, something I only colored in on a map while in school, a place so far away it was impractical to really even think about! A place we loved so much we did it TWICE! So many things that I thought about and wondered at. I love how traveling makes me feel younger and makes me think of life. <br />
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So, we had a very, very nice trip. I'm so glad that we have been given this great opportunity in life. Not only for my husband's career but also for where we are able to go. It doesn't cost as much as if we lived in the states and it really is a totally different world then the one we were use to. I'm so glad I get to show these things to my kids and the conversations that we have over different lifestyles and cultures. It has been so fun doing these things. <br />
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I think I need to think more on what to write so I'll leave you with one of my favorite pictures. <br />
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When we turned the corner and saw the most amazing lily pond! It was blooming and it was gorgeous! My mom is an art lover so I have grown up with art books and art replicas since birth. Turning that corner I felt like I was seeing Monet's lily pond paintings in real life! Honestly, I'm not sure what else was at the Japanese Garden except for the pond. <br />
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We sat at the pond for awhile. It was just so peaceful. Jake, my child who is always on the go, says he HAS to come back here to sketch pictures, it's just so great! Seriously, he said that! Natalie quickly replied with what a great idea and she was excited to come back too. <br />
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<a href="http://iwasanexpatwife.com/2011/02/27/become-an-ugly-expat-in-12-easy-steps/">So, I will instead refer you to a cute little post I found one day while browsing through some expat blogs. This post talks about the "ugly expat". Even the comments are note worthy, alot of comments but all really good. </a><br />
So, here are the 12 steps to being an ugly expat, blatantly copied from this blog <a href="http://iwasanexpatwife.com/">http://iwasanexpatwife.com/</a>.<br />
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1. Don’t waste your valuable time researching your destination or its people before you move — a country’s history or dominant cultural values are no concern of yours. And for heaven’s sake, don’t throw away your money on any of that cross-cultural training mumbo jumbo — everyone knows what a scam that is.<br />
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2. Likewise, don’t bother reading up on the causes and symptoms of culture shock, or how to alleviate it. That’s what Valium is for. (Pack lots!)<br />
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3. Isolate yourself. Shut yourself up in your compound/condo and refuse all contact with local people. If there’s an exclusive expatriate club nearby, rejoice: you’re saved! Choose your new friends with care, weeding out any prospects who have Gone Native. (Being too chummy with the locals is a dead giveaway.) Successful candidates will have already aced the 12 steps and will embrace you as a kindred spirit.<br />
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4. show off your wealth, especially if you live in a developing nation. Your baubles and fancy toys will breed admiration and respect among the impoverished masses, who will revere you as a role model.<br />
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5. Under no circumstances should you eat local food. They eat that unsanitary crap because they don’t know any better; you do. (You can’t be too careful — who knows what you might pick up?) If you’re offered anything unrecognizable, be sure to show your disdain by peppering your refusal with terms such as “dysentery” and “intestinal worms.” Gagging noises are optional.<br />
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6. Let everyone know how backward the country is, and how much better things are back home. I can’t stress this enough — never let an opportunity to compare the two countries pass you by. It’s your duty to teach the local populace a thing or two, and opening their eyes to their own inferiority will endear you to them. (Bonus points if you can insult cultural and religious icons or other objects of reverence.)<br />
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7. Speak your own language exclusively, especially if it happens to be English. (If the locals haven’t bowed to global pressure and learned it already, that’s their problem.) In a pinch, speaking very s-l-o-w-l-y and very LOUDLY should help them understand you. Trust me, they’ll love being talked to as though they were 5 years old. If they still don’t understand, throw your hands up in disgust and walk away, muttering under your breath. There’s some body language that won’t get lost in translation!<br />
8. Don’t try to understand — much less accommodate — local customs. If it’s not The Way Things Are Back Home, it’s irrelevant. (Let them know they’re not fooling you with that siesta thing, for example. Everyone knows daytime napping is nothing but sheer laziness. The steaming midday temperature is just an excuse.)<br />
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9. Treat your household staff like the servants they are. They don’t need a day off, and you and I both know that hot water would only spoil them. Since it’s for their own good, I’m sure they’ll thank you later.<br />
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10. Social networking was invented for people stuck in godforsaken places like this. Spend all day on Facebook, Twitter, and email, lying about how much fun you’re having. Then log onto Farmville and spend some quality time doing whatever it is people on Farmville do.<br />
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11. Drink. A lot. It makes life so much fun, both for you and those around you.<br />
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12. Take your frustrations out on your husband. It’s all his fault, anyway. If it weren’t for his precious career, you’d be back home among people who matter, instead of wasting the best years of your life in this hellhole.<br />
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I like this post. It makes me think about MY legacy I will leave here. It makes me become more aware of what I do, say and even think. <br />
I do enjoy this expat lifestyle it is in many ways a "break from real life". I try hard to assimilate myself to new ways and new traditions. I try to teach my kids that our way may not always be the best way but an open mind is! I don't want my legacy to be just another spoiled American expat. And because I see myself in some these traits I think I still have alot of work left to do for myself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-70796504777677854842011-07-09T11:12:00.000+08:002011-07-09T11:12:19.797+08:00Someone specialBefore moving to Singapore I worked at a school for kids with severe special needs. The ages were from pre-k to 21. I loved this job. I am very good at taking care of people and that is exactly what I did. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/lifestyles/announcements/obituaries/article_69f30ab6-e538-5a28-8e03-1463fc5070d3.html">This week I found out that one of the students I worked with passed away last week</a>. I didn't work with Nicole alot because she had her own full time nurse because of how severe her needs were. However, when I did work with Nicole I had a fun time. She enjoyed getting make up put on and having her hair brushed and braided. She loved Hannah Montana music and even let me borrow a CD to burn for my daughter. She was every bit a typical teenager she just came in a different package. She was capable of all emotions and you could clearly read her face. She had her fits and she had her joys. She couldn't talk but she could blink for yes or no. She was a smart young woman and she touched my heart deeply. As all the kids I worked with did. I don't know her full story and what exactly made her special needs and honestly I don't care. I just know she will be missed by me. She taught me many things in the short months I knew her and I'm glad that I got to call someone so special my friend. May you have new dreams to achieve Nicole. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5hVSjk3yW9fY3E5aS5h_gfnp0pktSt9wZ9kjjfebq6Uni2F47z8nSn1AkvGGeFVZzmwBEI6hxeoEhfIdxVnEca_7XzTtVRP-3CbYZFZ9yi4_0FLSL5GooWBvjypXTE_JH-Ogd77h4XFjX/s1600/nicole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5hVSjk3yW9fY3E5aS5h_gfnp0pktSt9wZ9kjjfebq6Uni2F47z8nSn1AkvGGeFVZzmwBEI6hxeoEhfIdxVnEca_7XzTtVRP-3CbYZFZ9yi4_0FLSL5GooWBvjypXTE_JH-Ogd77h4XFjX/s320/nicole.jpg" width="235px" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-63009339160316154012011-07-07T16:40:00.001+08:002011-07-08T08:48:47.852+08:00Chinese Garden Singapore<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.singapore-attractions.com/juronggardens.htm" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-DDPGrvt-W5cBjk7TPzulZjVvSZylKahyBJqDDi-7VuYStTQ4FnmBL_MnAsDD4HgpqPGSxAypEWkScphHa-qN-aBbyeLr0Pm_COAVPmy8wL5PRRDOjE2bvbN8Dm5D5nbcBcKIp2gBx_d/s320/098.JPG" width="320px" /></a>The Chinese and Japanese gardens were one of my most favorite places to visit. There was so much architecture to look at and the attention to detail is just amazing. This is the 13 arch bridge you cross to go into the Chinese garden area. It was fun crossing it, we almost felt like we were going into a whole new world! </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijE4J9uzuB8e8NyuhGb_HgGEmYkZERtRshj8ULrOiMESe5tP_bsphXRVZsouVYUT95_sQ3hb715H8dqlClS5hbEtnyMQapVFVluY7tamnnOs9Ws2bmDDrHibvI8Ri57y5k7c-KwlndVWnQ/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijE4J9uzuB8e8NyuhGb_HgGEmYkZERtRshj8ULrOiMESe5tP_bsphXRVZsouVYUT95_sQ3hb715H8dqlClS5hbEtnyMQapVFVluY7tamnnOs9Ws2bmDDrHibvI8Ri57y5k7c-KwlndVWnQ/s320/092.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> These are the Twin Pagodas. We only climbed the five flights of stairs in one of them since they are twins. The view of the lake is gorgeous from way up top and there a ton of birds just sitting out on the roof. It's so peaceful in this area you almost forget the big city is just a short ride away! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm9fEo0SwbdkfzljXS0d4wKiexFQ55ff9klMuIApLwunWh16Ns5nMKlIMcviLxXHwcon9E1xhnD7fJ19sNIxoLvCQ8lUytSQIJXaRaEcVeDV64S3WfMlhdKryd5KpT6TKArUk17qIIcyw/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm9fEo0SwbdkfzljXS0d4wKiexFQ55ff9klMuIApLwunWh16Ns5nMKlIMcviLxXHwcon9E1xhnD7fJ19sNIxoLvCQ8lUytSQIJXaRaEcVeDV64S3WfMlhdKryd5KpT6TKArUk17qIIcyw/s320/074.JPG" width="212px" /></a>My kids love record breaking and inside the Main arch building there is a turtle museum which has a place in the Guiness book of world records for having the largest collection of turtles. We seem to have missed a picture of the building itself but fear not we have one of the GWR seal! My 8 year old was in charge of the camera at this time and he thought the seal was more important I guess. We did not go to see the turtles at this time so I have to take the kids back. I'm sure it won't be a problem! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUfO266i2IqklH8DMaBzwcfdc_cwl_SR9wC6WCTsoTQT5nBvzgte8v2m3y0ws_Fzn-9Ls2ILJBqQHuXIW-E5f6T31tnKWrfXkKjDxHM-14niwQbo599nqoYPbJgUUM-aAHbNNCA9GyJX3/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUfO266i2IqklH8DMaBzwcfdc_cwl_SR9wC6WCTsoTQT5nBvzgte8v2m3y0ws_Fzn-9Ls2ILJBqQHuXIW-E5f6T31tnKWrfXkKjDxHM-14niwQbo599nqoYPbJgUUM-aAHbNNCA9GyJX3/s320/125.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the Pagoda. Great architecture but greater kids! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking all the way the pagoda. The spiral staircase. Loved it! </td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We then walk around a whole bunch more. Argued about where we were and what was left to see. Scoped out some great sites for family photos that I"m going to get done someday! So the Stone boat and teahouse is behind my mom and kids. We didn't actually go in it but next time we will. Then we ended up in the garden of abundance which has a bunch of chinese zodiac characters and statues. There were so many nice sculptures it was hard to pic one but the picture of Grey won out. He is miserable and ready to go home but he smiled anyway. I guess a goodtime for a teenager is NOT hanging out in the garden with his Grandma, mom and siblings. Who knew? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoV_xPqdFXQIbSq7G2KU8UgD2LdHng_FZgsy6jYzsYP96k7Uee5w0yXJQhnNoVhBvsXEE8dxttiHT6Z0oXzeJdiCMhA-y_4P9kV1Q_MwVCDhnX0LxJy8zxua7xVAdXl6o_royWmY_xFfww/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoV_xPqdFXQIbSq7G2KU8UgD2LdHng_FZgsy6jYzsYP96k7Uee5w0yXJQhnNoVhBvsXEE8dxttiHT6Z0oXzeJdiCMhA-y_4P9kV1Q_MwVCDhnX0LxJy8zxua7xVAdXl6o_royWmY_xFfww/s200/172.JPG" width="133px" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllIyA9T7D10s7w4Ih_MFaV6PvRNPlDKySfepymHZ2XdFBN_SF27XEYMzx927ISimtBcZ_oL1d-5XAmGw47OctnDw9UgmQQq_3t78zIW3bMr1kcGhl6ZHkc4mQhdik2dr2s4XlM-HwkH_U/s1600/161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllIyA9T7D10s7w4Ih_MFaV6PvRNPlDKySfepymHZ2XdFBN_SF27XEYMzx927ISimtBcZ_oL1d-5XAmGw47OctnDw9UgmQQq_3t78zIW3bMr1kcGhl6ZHkc4mQhdik2dr2s4XlM-HwkH_U/s200/161.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8Qk6zMMv-zCY_CsehKDV1drSjupwd4go1cHQo0X1JVWU3DaW-ynXruDkl3FQ8PcBiW0efVf8dbx095g1IdVRzoU2WIXy415mud32EqVKD9hUvTn0BoZdp7dr38yn4jAqUcEOMoTNm3eq/s1600/341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8Qk6zMMv-zCY_CsehKDV1drSjupwd4go1cHQo0X1JVWU3DaW-ynXruDkl3FQ8PcBiW0efVf8dbx095g1IdVRzoU2WIXy415mud32EqVKD9hUvTn0BoZdp7dr38yn4jAqUcEOMoTNm3eq/s320/341.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We ended somewhere around this area with chinese characters carved into rocks. It was pretty. I love this one, I have no idea what it says but the shape of a heart is cool. We did go around some fruit trees and flower bushes but we didn't take many pictures. We were on a mission to get to the Japanese garden which will need to be it's own post. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The Chinese Garden really did have a lot to look at. It was very peaceful and calming. I love the attention to all the detail in the buildings and gates and even the roof. We all had fun and I think even Grey had a little fun. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-2931377069244502632011-06-30T19:21:00.000+08:002011-06-30T19:21:15.176+08:00Alive and well!Hello bloggy friends! Miss me? I have been entertaining my Mom. Time has flown by! We did so much around this cool little Island. It's so fun showing off my new "home". The differences between Singapore and America are vast and it was so nice to see someones face when they see all the differences! <br />
My mom isn't new to traveling though. 7 years ago she visited one of my sisters in Africa. So it was fun listening to the differences and the likes of America, Africa and Singapore. She was very happy that we had aircon because Africa did not! There's a story of her laying on the dirt floor begging people to kill her because the heat was just too much, it got to 130 degrees that day I guess. That did not happen here. <br />
What did we do? We explored! We visited the Art Science Museum, the pottery jungle, Marina Barrage, New water facilities, the zoo, the treetop walk, fireworks on the bay and the Chinese and Japanese gardens. My mom also tried the fish for your feet and bubble tea. She never got around to the durian but I hear it isn't really good until August. I don't think she was sorry about that one! We also logged about 12 miles in the pool swimming laps and just having a good 'ole time! <br />
Most of those places I haven't been to. I'll make posts about each one separately. Starting with my favorite ones. I just needed to update my blog at least ONCE this month! <br />
I'm glad my mom came and that we explored so much. It was fun and it was tiring but I'll do it all again! I love this Island!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-14333396385921797482011-05-30T19:11:00.000+08:002011-05-30T19:11:35.035+08:00FindingMy last post was all about things I miss about my native country! But it's not all boo hoos and pity pots here. I really do like Singapore, sure some things are different but every time we've moved things are different, even when it was to another state in the UNITED states. It's just the way it goes. I do have to add one more thing I miss....an electronic dishwasher, but right now my dishwasher goes by the name of Natalie, Greyson or Jake. <br />
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So, things I have found in Singapore....<br />
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I have found sun, sun and more sun! I love the sun. I use to be a sun worshipper. Not so much now, I still love the sun but I use sunblock when out for a long time. I love, love, love the sun and how my skin can almost sizzle with the heat from that big orange fireball in the sky, it just feels good. I'd make a great cat. <br />
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I'm also one of the few people I know that likes this heat. Okay, maybe I don't like it but it is a necessary evil as it goes with my sun. I don't mind the heat so much and a good sweat is great for your skin. Seriously, my skin is nice and dewy most of the time. I just need to drink more water to make it look even better. Maybe I just was around snow too much and this heat is a good break. But really it doesn't bother me too much. <br />
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That leads me to the next thing I've found which is a pool! IN MY OWN BACKYARD! Not my own private pool, we share with the other home owners here but it's never crowded and we can go for as little or as long as we want without problems. Get hungry, just walk home real quick and grab a snack. NO PROBLEMS! <br />
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I have found lots and lots of people! People are in abundance here in Singapore. Population is over 5 million so chances are you will find someone to chill with. I like to people watch and Singapore has a lot of it for me! All these people have their own little stories and their own little lives. They are all unique and they all live on this great Island. <br />
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I have found so many nationalities here. It's amazing really. There are Chinese, Japanese, Malay, Indonesian, Australian, European, Irish, American, Latino, Scottish, Korean and so many more I haven't even MET yet. I love how all these cultures and all these nationalities can blend so well together. How there is respect for all the differences and also a great acceptance of all the differences. <br />
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Along with the different nationalities I have found different accents. I can't even pick a favorite. It's not uncommon to hear 5 or more different accents when out and about. Heck, even just a quick lunch with friends can have me hearing at least 3 accents, that doesn't count mine but does count the Texan! Just picking the kids up from school is the same way. It's like an accent store! <br />
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I have found that I can relearn so many things. Mostly out of necessity but I CAN DO IT! Singapore has had a lot of things I have to relearn or I'd seriously go crazy. Things I thought I'd never have to learn, like math. I may complain about the metric system and converting pounds to kilos but I learned it! I have also learned bits and pieces of Mandarin Chinese, yes you really can teach an old dog new tricks. <br />
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I have found some of THE BEST thunder storms I have ever heard! These thunderstorms can shake your windows AND your marble floors! I love the way the thunder vibrates through the air and the lightning shines so brightly! And sometimes I still jump when the lightning strikes too close. <br />
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I have also found that I love traveling, even more than I previously thought. I love how close we are to so many things here in Singapore and I have a list a mile long of all the things I never knew I wanted to see. And now they are becoming a must see! <br />
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I have found that my kids adjust better than me but also voice their problems better than me. <br />
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I have found that the stress of an international move is hard on a marriage but can also be very, very good for it. <br />
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And I have found great friends. Friends that no matter where we end up in this crazy world that I know we will always have the common background of Singapore.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-449300982514954052011-05-17T11:52:00.002+08:002011-05-17T11:59:13.688+08:00MissingA few weeks ago a good friend of mine from Utah asked me what I missed and she could send me it as a little treat. I started thinking about all the things I really miss. Most things I have missed I have found a good substitution for so this was a little harder for me than I expected. If she had asked me this same question 4 months ago I would have easily answered it but now, 6 months into our 24 month stint I had to stop and think. That was nice, not having missing things right away but here's what I came up with as to things I miss.....<br />
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*I miss that a friends house is a 20 minute cab ride or a meet up at a crowded restaurant. I miss that I can't just "pop on over". <br />
* I miss just driving, no math involved to convert distance of 3 meters or kilometers to the miles I am use to. <br />
* I miss the US metric system. I have had to get use to grams, liters, kilos, pints and some others I can't remember instead of my usual pounds or quarts. I have to convert many recipes before I begin cooking and my new kitchen scale is VERY handy! <br />
* I miss Fahrenheit. Celsius is weird and always sounds cold. <br />
* I miss the taste of real honest to goodness American fat milk! Without having to pay 5- 10 SGD for a tiny little pint. P.S. Still doesn't taste American. <br />
* I miss big huge aisles where people aren't touching my butt and I don't feel like a bull in a china shop. <br />
* I miss marks on my butter telling me in TABLESPOONS not GRAMS where to cut it, again thank you kitchen scale! <br />
* I miss driving in miles per hour and not kilometers per hour. Although when we are going 100KPH Jake thinks we are speeding, we aren't. Well not too much. <br />
* I miss doing a load of laundry in 1.5 hours per LOAD and not the 4-5 I am currently living with. Getting all my laundry done in one day is a distant memory! <br />
* I miss not having to think about which side of the road I need to be on when I do drive. Turning can be a problem if there is no arrows for me. I really have to stop and think! <br />
* I also miss riding on the right side of the car and not the left side. Someday I WILL walk to the correct door. SOMEDAY! <br />
* I miss texting, I hate saying SMS which is really the same thing but I miss saying "text me" and having others understand me. <br />
* I miss carpet. It was much easier to just vacuum it up and move along. You can see all the dirt on my floor at all times. It's GROSS! <br />
* I miss a swiffer. Too much to mop up here to make it economical but somedays it would be soooooo nice! <br />
* I miss hopping in the car and going. I love the cabs, they are my best friend but when something is forgotten at home it's so much easier to just "swing back home" or get in the car and drop it off at school. It just takes a little more planning for the cabs. <br />
* I miss that I have to think of everything I need. I have had to refigure out the best bread, dish soap, laundry soap, cereals and milk all over again. <span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;">If there is the option of an American brand it is just way to expensive to buy.</span> </span><br />
* I miss knowing where to go for items. We have been looking for rubber bands the last few days and they are NO WHERE! Not in office supplies or kitchen supplies or at the bookstore. Or craft items, even the big craft store doesn't always have what I want or need.<br />
* I miss not having to pay an arm and a leg for particular items. Last week mod podge cost me $25 SGD. Wanted it so I got it. NEVER would have happened at "home".<br />
* I miss not having to do time conversions. From Singapore time to Utah time gets tiring somedays. But I just found a cool conversion tool on facebook that may become my new best friend. <br />
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So, I miss lots of things. Most of them made my life simpler. Some I thought were necessities but I found myself not needing them as much or learning to live without. It's all in perspective. I have found some very good substitutes and many things that I will miss about Singapore when I leave here. But that is for another post. And to my good friend Amberlie, thank you for even thinking of me. You made my heart happy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704168135077825464.post-89711914991530114032011-05-11T09:03:00.000+08:002011-05-11T09:03:49.662+08:00The bus wave<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The kids take a bus to school here. We only have one car and since they go to 2 different schools the logistics are a pain to figure out. So, they take a bus. Grey gets to the bus on his own and can get off the bus on his own. With Jake and Natalie I have to take them to the bus and then be there to pick them up. Every morning they make sure that I am going to stay as the bus leaves so they can wave as it goes down the road. EVERY SINGLE MORNING! I haven't missed one yet but I guess there is always a possibility. This is what I see every morning as the bus takes off....</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtA57oZL2wrMVTEP4Rl_ZbNg2Y2FXy8KwDMEPpBG1W67jaIGLX9-40F1I9Izz-y5fzKh0-m3qOzG2aXHJCrY7ggbi8hwqift_scAdyRRFhm8jthNv-2rGe1ykwlgZXakVxWG5x_hZEOFf/s1600/bus+wave.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtA57oZL2wrMVTEP4Rl_ZbNg2Y2FXy8KwDMEPpBG1W67jaIGLX9-40F1I9Izz-y5fzKh0-m3qOzG2aXHJCrY7ggbi8hwqift_scAdyRRFhm8jthNv-2rGe1ykwlgZXakVxWG5x_hZEOFf/s320/bus+wave.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndcl0qdftXaFQSrTS07bs0K4PqLLgZQOLZ8f_koJ_IVjqqNqjVYT8EOYgq5UkcxRngZE6XnITToq9_5V511tNUpe5sWtJ0dAF08vwKVxdahaZ0rOKXleA6cTzNThMlDzt4iaCH3MAK-yy/s1600/bus+wave+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndcl0qdftXaFQSrTS07bs0K4PqLLgZQOLZ8f_koJ_IVjqqNqjVYT8EOYgq5UkcxRngZE6XnITToq9_5V511tNUpe5sWtJ0dAF08vwKVxdahaZ0rOKXleA6cTzNThMlDzt4iaCH3MAK-yy/s320/bus+wave+2.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Pictures are courtesy of my friend <a href="http://postcardsfromsg.blogspot.com/">Malia over at Postcards from Singapore</a>. Thanks Malia! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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