Thursday, February 27, 2014

Stop the Insanity
First of all, America, can you stop torturing me with the new un-gettable junk food products? Just because I have high tailed it to Europe doesn't mean I am unaware of what you are cooking up out there.

Exhibit A:
This is just mean and cruel. Why did you wait until I was far away before adding cookie dough and marshmallow filling? Oreos and Chips Ahoy are my crack. Twizzlers are next, but they are allowed in the house without F or T having to insist that I can only have supervised visits with the containers. It's that bad.
Exhibit B:
You had me at salted caramel. It has been one month since I last had sugar, btw.

In other news, T has placed a cease and desist order on the number of Pinterest items that I send to her in a day. For this reason I had to develop a board called Things My Teenage Daughter Might Like Unless I'm Wrong. Here is an example of one of our little cyber exchanges:

We watched that About Time movie today and it was adorable. While we watched, I re-labeled for the third time the little dinky plastic folders with all the ESL language sheets that F and I put together. It seems impossible that anyone would be so pathetic as to have to re-do them three times, but I am a genius. First, I labeled them so that the open end of the envelope would be on the bottom. Guess what happens when you pick up the enormous three-ring, dinky, binder? Gravity, yup.

The second time, I put the titles so that the part with the holes didn't end up on the same side as the rings. The third time was the charm. All three times, if I'm being brutally honest here, I didn't wait for the permanent ink to dry and it made little splotches on the previous dinky, plastic envelope thingy that I inserted into the binder. I went to the trouble of re-doing it because I am an impatient perfectionist with massive sugar cravings.

A mother-in-law has been sighted in the not so far future.
We have confirmation that F's mother is coming to stay with us at the end of next week. She will spend four days and then go to Florence where she will be meeting up with a guide that was arranged by her Italian teacher and then she will spend another four days with us in Lucca. She will have a walker rather than a  wheelchair to help her with her get around. She is deathly allergic to garlic. As she loves the rain, I hope this horrible weather holds out just long enough for her to enjoy it. Stay tuned.

And lastly, after convincing my university-aged English student to do a make-up class instead of canceling, he came in the pouring rain the other day. I grilled him about his decision to become a substance abuse therapist. I wanted to get to his deep, dark reason why this area attracted him.  After an hour of us not really understanding each other and him telling me to slow down and that he had no idea what I was saying, he finally answered my question. He hasn't decided what kind of therapy he has decided to specialize in, but he thought he better study an array of difficult areas so he would be prepared for whoever he ends up with as a patient. It was exhausting for both of us. On the positive side, I think it is clear that when he does become a therapist, I could probably really use his help.

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