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rebecca_in_blue) wrote2008-04-06 12:15 am
rebecca_in_blue) wrote2008-04-06 12:15 am
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Rebecca went to the dentist! No, really!
Funny Chinese Sarah Moment: While we were cooking in the kitchen on Friday, I ate a little honey off my finger, and from Sarah's reaction, you'd think I'd just poured Avery Island Tabasco down my throat or something. Her: "Wow! Rebecca! You can eat honey like that?" Me: "Well, it's just honey, Sarah." Yes, apparently the girl who drinks vinegar out of the bottle can't eat honey off her finger. (Eating honey is normal, right? It just occured to me that it might be something that's just easy for me, like eating whole raw lemons.)
I got an opportunity to try Marlene's stuffing recipe a lot sooner that I'd anticipated. She's going back to Germany on Tuesday, so Mariana decided that Friday night we would throw a little surprise farewell party for her. Mariana said that we didn't need to cook, because she was making spaghetti for everyone and all we had to do was show up. Then on Thursday night, Mariana says that the oven in her apartment has suddenly quit working, so everybody needs to bring something. Anything! Now! So Friday morning I walked to Leclerc Express and bought the stuffing ingredients, and Sara and I spent several hours in the kitchen that afternoon, me cooking several batches of the stuffing, her cooking these chocolate Chinese dumpling things. We still managed to keep the whole a secret from Marlene, and everyone liked my stuffing, and there was a lot of ice cream and wine, so it was a very good evening.
I hate thinking about the future, but I have to do it sooner or later, so this week I sent my resume to a few places, hoping that it'll make finding a job easier once I get back in the States. I also went to a dentist here in Villers-Cotterêts Friday afternoon, and those of you who know me should be hella impressed by that. I usually don't go anywhere near a dentist unless someone is forcibly dragging me there or brow-beating me mercilessly about it or both. My dentist spoke English and said I only have one small cavity. I made another appointment to get it filled, which is more expensive than I thought it would be, but I really want to take care of it here in France, where I have the time and the money.
On Friday morning, while hunting down a mattress for Sara, I went into the girls dormitory, which I'd never done before. It reminded me a lot of the dorms at LSMSA. It's funny, because I still remember the day I got my rejection letter from them -- I cried for hours, I felt like my world was crashing down around me, but looking back now, it matters so little. I should try to remember that in a couple years, the decisions I'm making now will probably feel like that, too.
I got an opportunity to try Marlene's stuffing recipe a lot sooner that I'd anticipated. She's going back to Germany on Tuesday, so Mariana decided that Friday night we would throw a little surprise farewell party for her. Mariana said that we didn't need to cook, because she was making spaghetti for everyone and all we had to do was show up. Then on Thursday night, Mariana says that the oven in her apartment has suddenly quit working, so everybody needs to bring something. Anything! Now! So Friday morning I walked to Leclerc Express and bought the stuffing ingredients, and Sara and I spent several hours in the kitchen that afternoon, me cooking several batches of the stuffing, her cooking these chocolate Chinese dumpling things. We still managed to keep the whole a secret from Marlene, and everyone liked my stuffing, and there was a lot of ice cream and wine, so it was a very good evening.
I hate thinking about the future, but I have to do it sooner or later, so this week I sent my resume to a few places, hoping that it'll make finding a job easier once I get back in the States. I also went to a dentist here in Villers-Cotterêts Friday afternoon, and those of you who know me should be hella impressed by that. I usually don't go anywhere near a dentist unless someone is forcibly dragging me there or brow-beating me mercilessly about it or both. My dentist spoke English and said I only have one small cavity. I made another appointment to get it filled, which is more expensive than I thought it would be, but I really want to take care of it here in France, where I have the time and the money.
On Friday morning, while hunting down a mattress for Sara, I went into the girls dormitory, which I'd never done before. It reminded me a lot of the dorms at LSMSA. It's funny, because I still remember the day I got my rejection letter from them -- I cried for hours, I felt like my world was crashing down around me, but looking back now, it matters so little. I should try to remember that in a couple years, the decisions I'm making now will probably feel like that, too.