twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?"

Category: Conversations

  • actually, no

    DCM (one person down from the Ambassador) to me: “I heard you got Moscow. Are you happy?”

    Me: (does a little happy dance)

    DCM: Uh, have you ever actually been to Moscow?

  • tabaaaaaski

    Elliott went out in the morning and saw some of the Tabaski festivites and came back in and said, "So. What else are we going to do today?" Like watching one thousand sheep slaughtered, butchered and spiked on sticks for roasting, on a street running with sheep blood isn’t enough? Geesh, 14-year-olds are hard to entertain.

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    This is the "before" picture, for the after pictures, see my other post on Tabaski.

  • two reasons Peter joined the foreign service even though he hates reptiles, but oh well

    Yesterday Stefan asked me this question:

    What’s McDonalds?

    And later Camille asked:

    What’s a Twinkie?

    And don’t you love a lizard that dreams big?

    Rider

  • darnest things

    Today I gave Camille a new cute lightweight shirt (Kenzo in fact) and she said, “I could even wear it in…no I can’t say it!”

    Stefan said, “I hope we aren’t moving to Africa. They have REALLY big bugs there.” He also mentioned “Aggle-lators.” Then yesterday riding in the car he said, “Does every state have a sun, or is there one sun bright enough for the whole world?”

    I hate looking at the mess in the basement and thinking that I have to go through all of it and decide what to throw away and what to put in a box that I won’t look through for two to four years or more. Ick.

  • Why I’m insane

    (Back home after a swim at the Mt. Scott pool, packing for our trip to see my parents. Grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.)

    “Look at the monster I drew. ( I look.) No. Look at it.”

    then

    “Why am I not at school today?”

    “Is there anything at school today?”

    “What is school doing then?”

    and later, after humming the song from the opening credits of the cartoon Arthur for three hours while playing trucks, in a kind of disgusted voice:

    “How can you listen to your heart?”