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Rose-Colored Glasses
А в Минске снова праздник. День Независимости Беларуси и 65-летие освобождения Минска от фашистских захватчиков. Снова парад, салют, концерт - всё по полной программе. Свежая доза патриотизма, а то у меня уже начали сползать с носа розовые очки ( Read more... ) -
Fairytale!
Two years ago I punched away this prophetic post, and here I am, sitting at home, partaking in this very European thing, contemplating things like what is "gay" versus what is simply "European", wondering about tastes across borders, and rooting my heart out for this Belorussian boy from NORWAY. He is LEADING! Yay for Charisma! And for totally hot ( Read more... ) -
Теперь Я Действительно Вернулась
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Докатились.
Мой ненаглядный муж повадился всем рассказывать, что у нас интернациональный брак. А семья - так вапще. -
2002
2001 год закончился печально. Перед новым годом я возвращалась на грейхаунде из Нью Йорка, совершенно не представляя, на что будет похожа моя жизнь в 2002 году. Ведь центр моей тогдашней вселенной переместился за океан на неопределённые сроки, забрав туда моё несчастное двадцатитрёхлетнее сердце. К моему удивлению, за девять долгих ночных часов на ( Read more... ) -
Easy Being Green?
Environmentalism is going mainstream and it has been on my mind a lot lately. I can honestly say that I have been brain-washed. Look, even the mainstream is finding it hard to resist the PR of environmental concern. It has officially become hip.
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A Statement on Motherhood - Because It Has Been A While
First thing I did when I learned I was pregnant was go to the library and check out a ton of books: the A's to Z's of it all. Books and the Internet taught me how to be pregnant. They taught me how to give birth. How to take care of a newborn. How to be a mother. How to maintain marriage after baby. How to return to work and not go crazy from it ( Read more... ) -
Love Affair, Continued
Every house we look at, I compare to That House. And we haven't been able to experience that feeling we had when we saw That House. The feeling of "This Is It."
"You'll know it, when you see it." I realize now that we saw it and we knew it. And then, we blew it.
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This is the last time I mention it
But the realtor called yesterday and told us that someone else made an offer on our house. She thought we were still thinking, and we were, though we did decide against it by about 70 ( Read more... )