Rain, rain, rain! The itsy bitsy spider has been washed down the water pipe so many times he's exhausted!Okay but we're making the most of our little vacation here. It's just hard being stuck inside so much trying to keep Mr. Snick Snack entertained. Yesterday he started opening my Swedish beer collection...just for fun. Okay so it's not a collection but sort of an acquired stock. I should have put it deeper in the cupboard. My fault. Stupidity. Who knew he could open beer cans?
Yesterday morning we went to visit my new potential friend an American lady I met recently. She lives waaaay out in the countryside in a tiny village. If I had to live in this village I'd be accosting people on the street asking them to come over for coffee. Or I'd be passing out "get to know me" fliers, plastering them on cars (or in her case tractors). It's pretty but I think I'd have a hard time living out yonder.
She's really nice. We have a lot in common interest wise. She's a certified chef and an organic one at that, that's always a cool person right. She's interested in using really cool Montessori methods in her home with her kids, she doesn't use capital* punishment as a form of discipline and hugs them a lot. Good, good and good.
She lets her kids mix their play dough colors!* And she has baskets upon baskets of craft stuff for them even though they're little and can make messes. I liked that. I appreciated it. Kids need to be messy.
AND her house is kind of messy! Boy whew. It's a real relief. I hate making friends with excessively neat house people. There's so much pressure. I'm always pleased when they're messy. It lets me off the hook. Not that I'm a pig but my house is far from perfect.
We'll do something again. I want to do paper maché masks for carnival and I wanted to do it with someone who was really into it and knew what it was, and someone who would let their kids make a mess. She seemed excited about it so I think we'll do it next week.
*see comments for error correcting! haha...
**I'm very anal about mixing the Playdough colors. it really freaks me out. I hate this about myself.
9 comments:
Yay for mess! Sounds like you have made a god connection...she can push your playdough boundaries. :)
Hmm, I would hope that she wouldn't use capital punishment as a form of discipline - it's kind of final, isn't it?!!!!
yay! glad she turned out to be friendly.
lol anon (whoever thou art) I meant to say corporal punishment but I think that was a Freudian slip.
I tried to comment on the previous post, her thinking you wanted to get together everyday was funny. That's great that you guys had a fun time, she probably just has a quirky personality but sounds nice to get to know better. I love that you like messy houses, me too. I am always so relieved to see that someone lives in a "lived" in house, it takes a lot of pressure off. I know so many french woman with sparkly clean houses and it drives me crazy, jeez what do they think when they come over to my house.
ps all of our playdough is a weird grey purple color after the first day of fun.
I understand about the play dough...really, I do. It always makes me a little tense when the colors get mixed. But then, as Meredith said, it all evens out to a lovely purply shade in the end. :-)
Hi again,
Sorry for the "anon" - I'm Patricia, have just found your blog, I'm in Canada but moving soon to Europe. Anyway, you gave me a nice laugh this morning, thanks! Patricia
Trisha I probably laughed longer than you about that. I was serious about the Freudian slip. He'd poured an entire glass of homemade orange juice on the floor just before I wrote that.
I also don't like mixing play dough colors. That's the obsessive-compulsive in me!
I know what you mean about being friends with a neat house person. I don't consider my house to be a complete mess, but I have other friends who can keep their houses spotless no matter what.
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