Blog love/New things/Babies redux/metric system redux
Well, well, hello. Hello there land of the blog-readers oh so eager to hear from me again. I know it's been a while...quite a while...and I've got a lot to tell and lots of blogs coming up now that I am - how do you say... - reinspired. so let's get right down to it....
Lots of things have changed, namely my apartment (new downtown one with an awesome view and also a cousin in the adjacent room) and my job (social secretary to an Ambassador) and...my ipod, which is, of course, very important. I don't want to tell you that I now spend my days listening to music, answering the phone, confirming invitations and a myriad of other activities the Ambassador invents for me to do...but yeah it's pretty okay. Although, I have to say for the record, my boss is completely insane but this will all get detailed in time now that the blog has resurfaced.
Babies...
Yes, they are back, fortunately or unfortunately and to stay. They're adorable but sweet jesus, joseph and mary are they a handful. I'll tell you one Tia who will not be taking anyone to the zoo anytime soon. Although thankfully this time around I don't actually see them all that often. More stories on them coming up as well.
Here is a problem I realized recently I still can't get past:
So, I went to the doctor (I won't say which, but for purposes of this experiment it's relatively irrelevant) and the doctor of course asked all the usual questions doctors ask...medical history..?... I think that's it. Anyway, as part of all this questioning he asked me the most basic and simple of questions which led me to a very unfortunate (for both of us) ten minute explanation: "How tall are you?" I looked at him and stuttered a bit 'uh...umm...uh...it's that...uuhh,' and he kind of looked at me like 'Hmmm, that's weird because she doesn't look mildly retarded.'
Then I considered my three options. I can, 1. say 'I don't know' and look like an idiot, 2. say 'Oh, I can't tell you in meters' and look like a weird idiot, or 3. Give a ten minute explanation on how I grew up in the states and I've never actually been measured in meters and I'm so sorry but I think in feet and inches and then look less like an idiot and more like a douche. Guess which I chose. So, after my brief autobiography the doctor pulled out his calculator and figured out what my height would be in meters. You'd think that would have been a good time to memorize that number so that, should someone ever ask me my height again I'd be able to give it. But...not. I've been living here over a year and I still have no idea how to convert feet to meters or kilos to pounds or inches to centimeters. I'm thinking seriously about investing in a ruler, although that might be a little lo-tech for a homegirl.
Oh, bloggie, I'm so glad to be back.
Loves,
- E
Lots of things have changed, namely my apartment (new downtown one with an awesome view and also a cousin in the adjacent room) and my job (social secretary to an Ambassador) and...my ipod, which is, of course, very important. I don't want to tell you that I now spend my days listening to music, answering the phone, confirming invitations and a myriad of other activities the Ambassador invents for me to do...but yeah it's pretty okay. Although, I have to say for the record, my boss is completely insane but this will all get detailed in time now that the blog has resurfaced.
Babies...
Yes, they are back, fortunately or unfortunately and to stay. They're adorable but sweet jesus, joseph and mary are they a handful. I'll tell you one Tia who will not be taking anyone to the zoo anytime soon. Although thankfully this time around I don't actually see them all that often. More stories on them coming up as well.
Here is a problem I realized recently I still can't get past:
So, I went to the doctor (I won't say which, but for purposes of this experiment it's relatively irrelevant) and the doctor of course asked all the usual questions doctors ask...medical history..?... I think that's it. Anyway, as part of all this questioning he asked me the most basic and simple of questions which led me to a very unfortunate (for both of us) ten minute explanation: "How tall are you?" I looked at him and stuttered a bit 'uh...umm...uh...it's that...uuhh,' and he kind of looked at me like 'Hmmm, that's weird because she doesn't look mildly retarded.'
Then I considered my three options. I can, 1. say 'I don't know' and look like an idiot, 2. say 'Oh, I can't tell you in meters' and look like a weird idiot, or 3. Give a ten minute explanation on how I grew up in the states and I've never actually been measured in meters and I'm so sorry but I think in feet and inches and then look less like an idiot and more like a douche. Guess which I chose. So, after my brief autobiography the doctor pulled out his calculator and figured out what my height would be in meters. You'd think that would have been a good time to memorize that number so that, should someone ever ask me my height again I'd be able to give it. But...not. I've been living here over a year and I still have no idea how to convert feet to meters or kilos to pounds or inches to centimeters. I'm thinking seriously about investing in a ruler, although that might be a little lo-tech for a homegirl.
Oh, bloggie, I'm so glad to be back.
Loves,
- E
posted by Eugenia at 9:12 AM
5 Comments:
Yay!!! I missed your blog!
Well... it's about friggin' time!!!
omg they want ot know ur height in meters?>????
madness. aww i missed it too.
We all did.
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JAS (could be an abbreviation for JACKASS or somebody's initials)
Feet-to-meters? Who needs math when you've got google?
Just type in "5 feet 4 inches in meters" into the search window. It works for a bunch of other stuff. Like money, and weight (no more excessive ham purchases, unless you lubs the ham way too much).
Also, how come you don't tell a brother you updated your blog?
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