Monday, May 2, 2011

I Ain't Missing You at All.

I'm loving my new digs in Portugual. We're 20 or so miles from Lisbon. Walking distance to the coast. 10 minutes to the beach. We have a pool. We have a sauna. We have a BAR.
(Seriously, a BAR).

What I don't have yet?


Some things are not so easily replaced, but I'm working on it. 
[Not replacing mind you, but adding to the roster.]
Now accepting applications. 
Apply here.

[Truth is, I'm missing you all. Terribly. XOXO]

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Two Weeks Notice.

In exactly two weeks from today, almost all of our earthly possessions will be packed up and put on a container. We'll see them again in two months. TWO MONTHS. Have you ever packed for two months? It's kind of hard to anticipate weather for a weekend, but try predicting weather for a country you've never visited for almost an entire season. It should be interesting.

While I'd love to embrace the bohemian no-possession lifestyle, the fact of the matter is we're all quite attached to this "stuff." My kids are a little concerned. Especially one little boy who plays with a rather large Batcave every single day. We're planning on mailing his prized possession directly to post and hopefully it will meet us on the other side of the pond.

BaĆ­a de Cascais, originally uploaded by borda_h2o.

This is where I will be living. I know, it's unreal. 

However, what is very real right now is the length of my "to do" list. It will make your head spin. 
So, I must go and prepare for my [ahem] international move. 

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


Have you ever made a promise? A promise that you were very reluctant to keep? A promise that you hoped the other person would forget you made? I made a promise to this girl. It was a promise this girl refused to forget.

I promised that she could cut her hair after Christmas, in September. I knew she'd forget. I knew she'd change her mind. She didn't.

It was a painful experience.

For one of us.

In the end she decided to cut of 10 inches instead of 8, so she could donate her hair to Locks of Love. She was quite proud of herself, and I am too.....and a little bit sad.