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You might think you have the best mom in the world, but you don’t. My mom knows everything. I still don’t listen to her, but rest assured, I am ALWAYS proven wrong and she doesn’t even have to say anything or try to prove me wrong. Then I say, “When am I going to start listening to mom??!”

Before the Air Force Marathon 5K race we ran together

I’m sure I wrote about this in last year’s birthday post, but I made her this hat when I was like, 7, and if this doesn’t seal the deal I don’t know what does. You can’t really see the words, but they are there.

Best mom in the world.

A couple facts about mom:

Her stuff is always nice. Everything she owns, even socks. She always smells nice, too. She’s just … nice. Like pumpkin spice.




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Happy Birthday Mom!

That’s my mom. Look how pretty she is. That picture was taken last year, when she was a young girl of 50.

Look! There she is again at my wedding party:

I’ve never in my life seen someone else’s mom and thought, “Man, I wish she was my mom!” That means in real life, in books or TV. She always thinks of everything and she’s the best mom I’ve ever seen.

Here’s an anecdote about her that might seem trivial, but it sums up what it means to be a mom.

Last summer the K family decided to take a family vacation to Virginia to see some civil war battle grounds, Mount Vernon, and Monticello.

Here we are in front of George Washington’s house at Mount Vernon (yes, my sister and I are wearing fanny packs, matching Sea World San Diego shirts and matching Target sandals that we got at Goodwill for 50 cents. They were new.):

Back to the story. I was packing the cooler full of water bottles, lunch meats, and diet wild cherry pepsis when my mom walked over.

“Make sure you know where you’re packing the pepsi because you won’t be able to find them once everything’s packed up and we’re in the car.”

I huffed and rolled my eyes a little, then I generally disregarded the advice because I was busy.

One mile down  I-70 and I decide I’m thirsty. I try to turn around, but there are so many pillows and bags in the back seat that I can’t get much leverage on the cooler. Once I finally get it open my arm is bent in such a way that I can’t go digging around, and there’s so much stuff behind the seats that I can’t even see in the cooler.

I couldn’t find my pepsi. I didn’t pack them in a place I could easily reach them and I couldn’t find them because the cooler was too big and too full. Mom was right again. She’s always right! Even if it’s about a can of pepsi!

If I had one of those “I heart NY” shirts with “I heart mom” on it instead, I’d wear it!


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Deutschland Uber Alles And Other December Happenings

I just moved apartments, or “flats” as they are called here. You know the best thing about my move? I moved across the hall, as in three feet away. If you are ever planning to move, move across the hall. I can’t recommend it enough. In about an hour most of our stuff was already moved. No boxes, no moving trucks!

Hm. That picture didn’t go as expected, but I can’t really change it since I’m at work and they probably frown upon drawing stick people. I wasn’t meant to be floating in the air, and it’s disappointing that my legs are grossly out of proportion.

Other than that, I’m the happiest of campers. Our new place is much bigger and nicer, with an additional bedroom, a shower that has water pressure and a temperature setting other than scalding, heaters that work and double glazing on our windows so my buns don’t freeze off anymore.

What all of this means is that I won’t be able to post pictures for a while until our Internet gets hooked up. Unfortunate, because it’s Christmastime and I’m going to Cologne, Germany for the xmas markets next weekend. You’ll have to wait for pics of my new apartment and glorious Deutschland. GLORIOUS DEUTSCHLAND!! Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles!

Have I mentioned that I really, really love Germany?

Seeing as how our Internet is being installed in England, by English people, it could be up to two months before I have Internet again. They say it will be 2-3 weeks, but we’ll see. In case you are not aware about this lovely little aspect of British culture, if you have a problem with bad service (which you are almost guaranteed to get), don’t bother complaining. They don’t care, and you might as well talk to a wall.

Last time we needed our Internet hooked up it took Virgin more than 3 weeks to fit us in.  I took a day off work and waited the entire day. They never showed up, so Adrian called and they lied to him and told him they called me and I agreed to reschedule for another three weeks in the future. A bunch of other stuff happened, but basically we moved in at the beginning of December and got Internet the beginning of Feb.

You also won’t be able to see pictures from Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park! I can’t wait. It’s a huge Christmas festival in the giant park kind of near Buckingham Palace.

In other news, I am itching to change my blog. I am tired of black. I feel the way I feel when my hair gets too long and I just have to chop it off. I have to. I’m strongly considering switching to the white Vigilance WordPress theme.

It’s a big deal because I’ve always been black. Anyone who wants to tell me their opinion on my blog being black or white, please feel free. I may not listen, but then again I may. You have nothing to lose.

Also, my mom is coming to visit in March!! I’m taking her on a trip to Europe, but she doesn’t know where yet. It’s a surprise. It probably won’t be a surprise for much longer. I can’t keep surprises a secret. Maybe I should tell her. I read an article in the NY Times that said anticipation of events is a big part of what makes people happy. If she doesn’t know where she is going, how can she get excited? For all she knows we could be going to Bratislava or something like that.

Oh yeah, I have booked tickets for a long weekend in Paris during January, and I’m really excited.

Yeah, so … will you still read me if I’m white?


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