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A – artistic, athletic

B – beautiful

C – cuddly, caring, considerate

D – determined, dancer

F – fun, friendly, fair

G – great granddaughter

H – helpful

I – involved, intellegent

K – kind

L – learner, lover of animals

M – mathmatical

P – pretty, Princess Paige, prayerful, polite

R – Reader

S – sometimes shy, strong willed, singer, smart, sister, swimmer, sporty

T – trustworthy, talkative, technologically savvy, thankful

U – unique

W – well-mannered

X – excellent daughter

Picking up where I left off. . . .  

What starts out as idol playground conversation amongst Moms (”Nice to meet you.”  “Where did you just move from?”  “Where are you going next?”) turns into a show stopping conversation hog.  Everyone in the group turns to look at me question me about the odd information I have just released,

“We will only live here for a year.” I say.

“Oh, where will you live next?”

“Moldova.”  It has become so fun to see and hear people’s different reactions to the answer that I leave out all explantion just to see what the response is.

So, I spend a year preparing for a place I will live two years.  And at the end of our time in Moldova my daughter will have lived 6 out of her 8 years abroad.

 -more tomorrow. . . . . .  

It seems that whenever I sit down to write, I usually have a pretty good idea and I get about 1/4 of the way into my idea and I am interrupted and have to quit.

Tyring again days later. . .  .

So, attending language training at a contracted-out, private school is my first ever encounter into the corporate world.  Up until this point teachers’ lounges were as close to corporate as I had come.  But in the last month I am beginning to see the innerworkings of corporate office life that I had never seen before.

Like what, you might ask? Like the office holiday Christmas party.  Wow.  Now I can better understand expression like, “If you got a little too sloshed at the office Christmas party” kind of thing.  This party was catered and fancy.  With what must have been a budget of $10,000 I could easily see how the free flowing alcohol could lead one to become under the mystical trance of the magic elixir – causing people to say and do things that they would not do under usual circumstances.

Secondly – the office coffee pot.   Whew!  When it comes to making coffee it seems like people muster religious-like passion as to how they like their coffee made.  The factions between strong and weak coffee in my “office” came to a head the other day.  I was sure that fists would start flying if someone didn’t leave the room.  I couldn’t bear to watch so I took my morning cup of tea off to my own room, unknown why anyone would truely like coffee in the first place.

Of course more thoughts come to my mind, but children call. . . .

Once upon a time there was a beautiful mermaid named Paige.  One day the Princess who fed the ducks came out of the castle.   The mermaid swam up to the Princess, but the Princess was scared.  She ran in to tell the mother and father about it.  She brought them outside to the water.  They said, “It’s ok because the mermaids are the helpers of the water.” And everyday the mermaid popped up and the Princess made a thumbs up to her.  The Princess saw the mermaid everyday and wanted to become a mermaid.  One day the King and Queen came with the daughter.  They put on her swimsuit and let her jump into the water to see the mermaid.  The Mermaid told her a special secret – how to turn into a mermaid.  She had to swim like a mermaid and get in the pool like a mermaid and then after time she will turn into a mermaid.  Then the mermaid told the princess after she turns into a mermaid she can go to the King and get a special mermaid crown.  The mermaids can be best friends.  The mermaid told the Princess after she becomes a mermaid she can go to a special party under water. 

“Do you know what?” The mermaid said.  “I was a human and someone told me that special secret.  Now that I am a mermaid I can go to special parties.  We celebrate all the weekends and we eat dinner.”

The next day the Princess turned into a mermaid.  She went to the king to get the crown and they celebrated all the weekends, all the special days.  The princess began to miss her family.  So the mermaid told her a special secret to turn back into a human.  “You must be a special person under water and you will turn back to a human.”

The mother and father were crying in the castle because they missed her.  When they saw her they cried with joy.  Then they welcomed her and celebrated Christmas.

The end.

By Paige

Hi Dad, (I say that because I think that my father is the only one who reads this blog!)

I am thinking about starting up on writing in my blog again because A)I really enjoyed it when I did it for my class and B) I felt like it helped me develop my writing skills.  I have this far fetched idea that one day in the far off future I would like to write a book and I thought to myself this morning that if I never practice writing I won’t ever have writing skills good enough to write a book.

Now, when I say that I would like to write a book I don’t mean that I would like to write the all American Novel.  No, that’s not in my future.  What I think that I would like to write one day is some sort of travel memoir.  That’s more my speed.  It combines my life-long love of journal writing with my passion for travel.  It’s the perfect combination for me.  Not only would I like to write about our time traveling around Western Europe (My Year as a Profession Tourist, I call it), but I think that I will also write about our upcoming adventure (which I will fondly call An American Housewife in Moldova, or something along those lines).

So, here’s my preliminary thoughts along those lines (things I can incorporate into an introducation chapter!):  We are currently spending 9 months to learn Romanian.  It is virtually the same language as Moldovan.  The difference is the same difference between speaking Brittish and American – same English, but different.  Although I know that it will be different, strange and possibly scarey, I am very excited.  As I tell people about my upcoming move to Moldova what usually happens is a odd look crosses their face.  The look is one of polite ignorance with odd wonderment mixed in with masking the myriad of questions rapidly flashing across their minds.  The shyly polite respond, “oh.”  The boldly polite, not sure if it is a country or a region somewhere in the world simply say, “Where’s that?”  And the brazen say, “What’s that?”  Then, occasionally, there’s the rare few who look at me confidently, semi-proud that their miscellanous geography knowledge is for once paying off for them say, “Oh, yah, Moldova.  Near Romania, right” or “Oh, near Ukraine.” 

What was once idol playground conversation amongst Moms (“Nice to meet you.”  “Where did you just move from?”  “Where are you going next?”) turns into a show stopping conversation hog.  Everyone in the group turns to look at me question me about the odd information I have just released.

 -more tomorrow. . . . . .