We had a great time in Houston. We were going to go to Galveston first but Hurricane Dolly decided it wasn't the right time for us. We stayed at our favorite family resort in the Woodlands and here's the list of what we did: NASA's Johnson Space Center, Swimming, bike ride, dive-in movie, movie, mall, swimming, live music, s’mores, tattoos (temporary for the kids' kind), Spa day and golf for the parents, had Cyler with us all day/everyday, good food (hibachi and mediterranean), fun company (Bauman's came yay!)-I will get picks from her and post.
So now is the time to take one more quick trip to Galveston before school starts and gear up for homeschooling Soren while we traipse around the globe. I have mixed the curriculum up a bit--there are a few websites I will be using often (efantasmic for one) and textbooks used by a classical Christian private school here called Coram Deo. I will really be working on Soren's handwriting, public speaking and writing skills and showing him how to place events/ideas on a theoretical spectrum. At least for the time being, the extra room upstairs will be the classroom. Our first trip starts Sept. 9 and does he know that his mind is about to be blown wide open?
9 Sep-Depart USA
10 Sep--Arrive London
14 Sep-fly to Edinburgh
17 Sep-Fly to Dublin (The Holy Land as far as I'm concerned.)
23 Sep-Fly to Amsterdam (I was debating this one because of the reported nudity and drug use readily visible in the streets but Anne Frank's house is there and I can teach Soren about the corruption of the diamond industry, and how socialism is working in Europe--yeah I know, not great. We will definitely not be visiting the Red Light District.)
26 Sep-Train to Paris
30 Sep--fly home from Paris
We have our passports and will be getting some good walking shoes/raincoats soon. Soren got his braces off and has a retainer so he's good with the teeth appts for a while. I will be using the time in Europe to grow out this strange mass on my head called a haircut. Never, I repeat, never texturize fine, wavy hair. I embody the nickname girls had for me in 8th grade PE (Q-tip with eyes). Except this Q-tip has more junk in the trunk than she did in junior high.
My mind is pregnant with plans for our subsequent trips. The one I dream about the most is India in March, in time for the Holi festival--I can't wait to get splashed with colorful paint and cry with abandon at Varanasi. Cyler is bracing himself for the possibility that I will come home from India with either a tattoo, a nose-piercing or a child.
Last night my friend's husband turned 40 so we did Karaoke (again!!). Twice in 3 weeks--I want to do it again right now. Here's the list of songs I sang:
Come to my Window by Melissa Etheridge (my first and best attempt of the night. Becca sniffed my virgin margarita just to be sure, then asked if I sing like that at church. Uh, not even close. Does she know how stagnant our hymnbook is? They all have mosquitoes swarming around them.)
Love will Keep Us Together by Captn and Tenille (I missed the key change (damn!) but the rest was good.)
Mountain Music by Alabama (they cheered when I kicked up my heels and danced a sloppy jig)
I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis (a downer but we were winding up anyway)
Some of my friends can siiing.
Here's another list (recipe I guess) of what Cyler is made of:
1 Pint Scottish rough-edged, let's-get-dirty attitude (When he called Colby "little Mac" and when he says arse and shite, I swoon.)
1/2 Cup Protestant German work ethic and need to have a great house/yard
Swirled scoop of BlueCollar know how and WhiteCollar tech nerd
Essence of Brooding Lone Mountain Man
2 Tbsp Texan Git'r'Done grit frosted with temptation to flip the bird to anything threatening to corral the rugged individualist.
1/4 Tsp Passion that bleeds over reason
1 Heart of Zen Warrior
3 Drops Stone-Cold-Loyal-Generosity to wife and kids
Hefty dash of addictive personality
Sprinkle with Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist" (this is a new one--he keeps talking about willing the Universe to manifest the highest good for him)
Can you tell I need to wean myself off my summer Romance novels? I will only allow myself to read trash during summer. That restriction makes it all the more sweeter.
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