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Hi.

Welcome, friends! This here slice of the Internet revolves around lattes, bookshelves, Pinterest, Emily Henderson, white wine spritzers, China, brass anything, passports and my sweet family. Grammar and important worldly events? Not so much. Consider yourself warned.

Holiday Roundup

Holiday Roundup

I will spare you the details, but, as usual, life has been busy. Hence, the radio blog silence.

But, my fellow Amerauschinengnorwegians, as of 1:01 p.m. Friday, I am on vacation. WOOT! WOOT! And…I still have an ayi to look after my children until I board that plane bound for America.

What does that mean? It means I have free time, people. Glorious, wonderful me time. I wish you could see how giddy I am right now. Just play this song and that will give you a decent idea how I feel.

Anyway, I figured I would use a wee bit of that free time to catch you up on what has been happening the world o’ Ditty over the past few weeks. Cause we’re friends, right? I tell you stuff of minor significance, you generally don’t respond and then I do it again, paying little heed to the fact that you probably don’t care about my pillow problems. Isn’t that what all great friendships are made of? Indifference and ignorance? Yeah, that’s what I thought. So I owe it to you to keep you informed on the latest comings and goings of my life. You’re welcome.

Here are the highlights (and low-lights) of the past few weeks; in no particular order and accompanied by poor quality images:

Homebody & Soul got a new look.

Did you notice? I finally got around to changing up the look of this here little blog. This is essentially the equivalent of performing brain surgery for me, so I am pretty proud of myself. It is still a long way off from where I want it to be but it is a step in the right direction. Considering that before I began this blogging adventure, I didn’t know the difference between a widget and a what’s app…I am feeling pretty accomplished.

One of my main goals for the New Year is make a bit more time for blogging, so hopefully you will see a little more action from me next year. But seriously, don’t actually try to follow me on Twitter…you will be severely disappointed. I have only tweeted once in my whole life and that was in 2008, I believe. So, yeah…that button is just for looks. That said, feel free to follow me on Pinterest, Instagram or Facebook. Or, even better, subscribe to my blog via email. Or don’t. Really, who am I to tell you what to do.

Gosh, I am seriously bad at self-promotion.

I graded a thousand papers.

And this is probably a safe estimate. You shouldn’t feel bad for me, it is part of my job. But, holy moly, it sucks! The end.

I was supposed to host a holiday party.

Not even a whole party, just a portion of a party. But, y’all, it was too much. I completely melted down and had to back out of hosting. Basically, it went down like this: Three days before the party, I walked down my stairs and saw this:

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And this:

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And this:

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And this:

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See that rubbermaid box on the windowsill? Yeah, those are all the holiday decorations that never quite made it out of the box.  Whomp whomp. Maybe next year.

Then I went to school and saw those thousand papers I had to grade and I lost it.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I looked at Brado and admitted defeat. Turns out four days of holiday prep is NOT enough time if you have Hostess Anxiety Syndrome (HAS) like me.

Oh yeah. HAS is real people. I think Martha Stewart invented it (out of ball of twine and sprigs of holly, no doubt). It is as real as my mom is cheerful…and I have it BIG TIME. Just the thought of hosting gives me hives. How do some people do it so effortlessly? It completely escapes me. I have to be SUPER prepared and/or pretty drunk in order to enjoy myself at my own party (this applies to my own wedding too — holy shit THAT was stressful!). Anyway, again…I’m gonna try and work on this in the new year. And by “work on it” I mean that I am going to go to the doctor and get a healthy subscription of Valium. So there is something to look forward to.

We had some family photos taken.

I can’t reveal all of them here or I will ruin our Christmas card but here are a couple outtakes. They are too funny not to share:

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Not everyone can rock the cyclops look. But Finners can!

We are Moving! Possibly soon. Or possibly never.

In our neighborhood there are 4 different style/sizes of houses: detached homes (these are basically single family homes), semi-detached homes (with one shared wall between 2 houses), town homes (essentially row houses) and apartments. We live in a small 3-bedroom town home. Overall, it is a decently nice space (you can see for yourself if you click on the home tour at the top of this page), but it can be a bit cramped (mind you not like Hong Kong or NYC cramped – we have an oven and actual rooms). Nevertheless, Brado and I joke that we will know we have “made it”‘ if we ever move into in a semi-detached. #dreambig

Anyway, last month some friends of ours mentioned that the semi-detached next to them was going to be vacant. And because I like to pretend that I am on International House Hunters, we went to check it out. I should NEVER have done that. Because now I want it.

It was pretty nice; WAAAY nicer than our current place. It has a sweet garden, 4 bedrooms, a BIG kitchen and it is south-west facing. I am such a sucker for natural light (who isn’t?). It just makes everything look better.

So long story short(er), this house was way out of our budget but I emailed the guy anyway because…well…just because. I guess I was feeling lucky.

I was all, “Hey guy! We are nice people, you should let us live in your house for free”. And he was all, “I don’t think so, but I will come down off the price because you said you were nice”. And I was all, “Thanks but that is still too much money. Remember, we like to vacation at posh resorts in Thailand.” And he was all, “No deal nut job. You really don’t know how to negotiate”.

And I got depressed and went back to living my life in our dungeonous town home.

Fast forward 3 weeks. Guy emails me out of the blue and says we can have the house for a good bit cheaper. Cheap enough that it is still expensive, but also just within reach. Dun, dun, dunnnnnnnnn….dilemma!

As usual in our family, Brado wants to play it safe and stay put and I want to be financially irresponsible and move. I can just see me now basking in the morning sunlight of my semi-detached while drinking a latte and reading the newspaper (yeah…I’m pretty sure moving into this house would make me want to read the newspaper…it is that nice!).

Only time will tell who will triumph in this battle of wills. It should be me, right? Natural light is important! I’ll keep you posted!

Finley is sleeping in her crib

For the past 2 nights, Finley has slept in her crib for the whole night! If you are a parent, I do not need to tell you how life changing this is. For the last 7 months, this little love has been curled up next to me in bed – wiggling, nursing, and mostly punching me in the face. And while I love Finners dearly, I think we both appreciate each other more after a full night’s sleep. For the first time in a long while, I actually feel rested.

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This is especially great because we are about to completely f$%# that all up by traveling back in time 12 hours. Curse you time zones!

Okay I’m sure there is more that happened but my plane leaves in a few hours and I still have to pack for 3, shower, eat, buy some Christmas presents and hit up the local Starbucks. In other words, Aghhhhhhh….why have I been writing this blog post? I got shit to do.

Until America……

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Bend Breakdown

Kindness, Ineptitude and Pillows

Kindness, Ineptitude and Pillows