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home body
Sunny fall days are splendid to spend indoors.  I am such a home body.  My days off of school are spent sitting in this sleeping bag below, reading, making art, or surfing the web for interior design inspiration.  My mama spends most of her time alone at home sitting on the couch in a sleeping bag doing similar things, she is either reading, watching the tube with my papa, or surfing Facebook (commenting wonderful things on each of my photos). She lives in Thailand where they have a "cold season" you can't even call it winter.  But she is prone to being cold and I think i'm becoming more and more like her. I am not a fan of this similarity but others I am delighted to have inherited/gleaned from her.  Such as her tender heart, her curly hair, her enthusiastic listening facial expressions, and her homebodyness.  

My mama also always put value in making a comfy and welcoming home.  She is by no means a neat freak. However, she always wanted the living room to be tidy and comfortable to be in, even though her bedroom and the upstairs were a total mess.  I am the same way!  I like keeping the spaces that guests visit tidy and clean but my bedroom can be a disaster, no worries.

My mama is a home body.  Though she works a ton and meets with dozens of people a week, she needs her quite time alone or else she gets cranky and runs out of steam.  I'm the same.

So, here's to homebodies!  I'm going to go make myself a Hot Tottie and read by book on the couch.



P.S: as you can tell, I love my mama and miss her to bits. 
Remembering You Papa is Remembering Me.

It's my papa's birthday so I wrote him a little something. 

Yesterday, trying to recollect beautiful memories of you, I could only recall memories of you telling beautiful memories of me.  You told them so well, stories of our precious time together.  

When I was a small babe you took me to Fuller so Mom could nurse me in between classes.  You babbled to me in wonderful non-sense talk, as you cooked “Tangy Tuna Mac” and “Rafts”.  

One of my favorite stories you always told of me, was when I got lost.  You tell it so well, with so much love and fear that you had lost your little Anna.  You tell of how I wandered off.  You knocked at all the regular neighbors, that we played with and who knew me. “Have you seen my Anna?”  “No, we haven’t seen her,” they replied.  You then became frantic. Rushing from door to door, now asking people at the end of the street that we didn’t know. “Have you seen my Anna?” “No,” they replied. An hour had passed which seemed like hours. Then you returned to where you had started at our neighbors/friends’ house and asked. “Can I just check, to see if she’s here?” They said, “Sure, but we really haven’t seen her.”  It turns out I was in one of their beds fast asleep.  I had felt so at home, to just go over there without asking and take a little snooze, no one being the wiser.  You sigh with great relief when you tell this story and it makes me feel so precious to you. 

I remember the days you would pick me up from Kindergarden and we would sit on a big rock half way on the walk home, you would tell me a story.  I would give you the characters, and you would make up a wonderful adventure that they would exprience.  I only remember this because you have told me about it so often.  You spoke about how wonderful those days with me were.  Those days on the big rock.  You still smile as you think back on them.  

One thing I remember that you might not, is when you read Dr.Suess to me until your eyelids closed and your mouth rattled off your own gibberish. I recognized it and would wake you with a gentle nudge. “Those aren’t the right words, Papa,” I’d say knowing what came next.  You would say you weren’t sleeping, I knew you were.

I also remember the first time I hiked up Khuntan mountain all on my own.  I was 4 years old and you were by my side the whole way up.  Stopping to take a little rest every 200 meters. You made me feel like such a strong girl. You made me feel so proud, cheering for me as we passed every corner. Telling me stories of the time you ran off the side of the mountain and crashed into the banana trees below, or how you helped carry cement up to build the bathing pool at the mountain top. You distracted my little mind so that I could keep walking, and could make it all on my own.  I knew I was precious and I knew I was like no other. 

You called me Tweetsten, Boo Boo, Baby-Cakes, Tweety, Bingsit, Baby-Cakes-Sweetheart-Puddin-n-Pie.  And you still do. 

You have always repeated the stories of me with such love and treasure.  You never wanted to forget, and you couldn’t have me forget, how much you love me and how much you treasure times with me.  

I love you papa. I am so glad you are my papa. 
the mamas and the papas

These photo booth photos were taken last august, when my mama and papa came to Germany to visit me!  I loved having them here and cannot wait to see them in person again soon.  Sadly it won't be this christmas. 

This year, I will be spending the holidays with Dominik's mama and papa.  I am grateful to be spending it with family, but I will be missing my family.  

I love you mama and papa and hope that you got the tree up and the tinsel on the staircase without me around.


Giving Thanks

We ran out of silverware, plates, glasses, and chairs. That is the sign that Thanksgiving was a grand success this year.  Two and a half Americans were present, which almost tripled our normal quota.  We had a super time.  By the end of the evening we all had filled up bellies and warm feelings inside. hehe

I had a fantastic evening.  Thanks to our neighbors, everyone ate with a fork.

I look forward to next year.

Did you celebrate thanksgiving?  How many folks do you normally have around the table? or tables?