Originally uploaded by mydearlizzy
Making faces at my son so I can hear him laugh. It’s food for my soul.
And no, he didn’t pump his head.
Archive for the ‘About me’ Category
The Soundtrack Of My Life
Posted in About me on November 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
A Post in Ten Words
Posted in About me, Life, NaBloPoMo, tagged About me, Life, NaBloPoMo on November 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I have been eating a lot. My diet begins Monday.
NaBloPoMo: Past the Midway Point
Posted in About me, Blogging, Culture, Expat, Life, NaBloPoMo, Pakistan, tagged Culture, Expat, NaBloPoMo on November 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I’ve made it past the hump without missing a day, but it’s been close.
I have plenty of ideas, but fitting in the time to write has been a challenge sometimes, especially because my concentration suffers when I’m interrupted constantly, as it is bound to happen with a young child.
So far, NaBloPoMo has been good for [...]
5 Things I’ve Done as an Expat
Posted in About me, Culture, Expat, Life, Memes, NaBloPoMo, Pakistan, tagged Culture, Expat, Memes, NaBloPoMo, Pakistan on November 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
That I would probably never have done at home:
I’ve had threading done on my eyebrows. Hair is removed with a string that is held taut and pulled over the skin. It hurts. A lot.
I have used a squat toilet.
I am used to driving in traffic without rules.
I have eaten a cow’s tongue for dinner.
I have bought meat [...]
No Words
Posted in About me, Life, NaBloPoMo, Rants, tagged Life, NaBloPoMo, Rants on November 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve been reading things like this article , and this one today, and as a result, I feel really depressed about the state of the world.
I could probably write a lot about what I’m thinking, but I won’t do it tonight.
Gray Day
Posted in About me, Blogging, Expat, Family, Life, Motherhood, NaBloPoMo, Pakistan, Rants, tagged Blogging, homesick, Life, Motherhood, NaBloPoMo, Pakistan, Rants on November 1, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself today. It’s been one of those days when everything piles on and I don’t have the strength to put on a happy face.
The word “Mama” being uttered every five minutes jars on my nerves. I am homesick, and loneliness feels like a load on my shoulders that I can’t shake off. I [...]



