Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
2 weeks after arriving in NZ I found a job looking after 2 little boys. Being a nanny in a foreign country has been fun so far, but not without a learning curve. These scrawny little kids have taught me more about their home and culture than ever could have learned on my own. Some of these things include;
Teaching me about the popular sports of NZ; rugby and cricket. According to the 7 year old rugby is, "a game where there's a ball and they tackle each other."
Rice crispies (ya know, the delicious cereal) are actually Rice bubbles, because crispies are chips and chips are french fries. Confused yet?
When a 5 year old says he "can't find his rubber" it's not what your dirty American mind thinks, he's just misplaced his eraser.
Oh, and when they are hurt and ask for a 'plaster' that's a band aid, not wall goop you use to fill in nail holes.
Legos, even though having multiple boxes of them, are simply called Lego. No S, Lindsey! LEGO! (to which I always want to respond with, "my ego?")
A jacket is a jumper (Thanks, Harry Potter, I knew that one!)
And one of my favorite occurrences happened one afternoon when an small earthquake rattled the house. Me, being the northeastern girl that I am, just thought it was a big gust of wind.
"Nope, that was definitely an earthquake. Don't you know, Lindsey?"
No, I guess I don't know.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
I was here
and then you came
and you were mostly you
but partly me as well
and then she came
and she was both her and us
we kept adding to each other like that
bits of you, and bits of me, and bits of us
to create the us that we are today
and where ever I am
I carry pieces of you along
because I have you in me
and I am in you
and I could never lose it
even if I wanted to