The count down begins. My days are numbered in this great country. Tis bitter sweet indeed. I will be sad to leave this place I have come to call my home, but I know I have a home waiting for me back in America. But before I go I've got to catch up on my blogging! And this one is going to be riddled with my ADD brain. So hold on to your butts! Speaking of butts....(I just couldn't think of good segue from talking about cute kids to what I am about to say so this will have to do). Speaking of butts....I saw some. Let me elaborate. As me and Syd were walking home, Syd looked up at one of the windows in the apartment building. "Are those people naked??" I looked. Yes Sydney, yes those people are naked. Fantastic observation. If being naked wasn't shocking enough, it looked like they were in their kitchen. Because everyone eats dinner naked. Russia never ceases to surprise me.
Did I mention Russia is cold? The rumors are true....if you eat ice cream outside it will actually warm you up because the temperature is much colder than the actual ice cream. There you have it Mythbusters. So it's cold. And it has been snowing pretty much every day. What happens when you mix cold and snow?? ICE! Lots of it. Me and Court were walking to the metro early one morning. It was snowing, it was cold, it was slick, do you see where I am going with this? We both slipped at the same time. Courtney chose to do the slip, crouch, catch your self using your hands method. My body, however, had a different routine in mind. Instead of Courtney's not-so-outwardly-clumsy approach, I slipped, my leg went straight up in the air at which point my back was parallel with the sidewalk, and then the inevitable smack on the sidewalk, flat on my back. I swear you could hear a pull whistle just like the cartoons. Then, cue lady and child enter scene. The woman made a noise like "ohhheeww" and rushed her child passed us. Your welcome lady. I just gave you a performance. You should be thanking me for the story! We had a good laugh, after I got caught my breath again. I haven't fallen again, but I can't walk outside with out doing my "slipping-but-playing-off-as-dance-moves."
Last week was bazarro week. Instead of Tyoma loving me as he usually does, he decided to play love games. He is so moody. One day he led the class in mutiny! He started spitting and blowing raspberries at me, which proceeded with the whole class following in his footsteps. What have you done, Tyoma!! It was...unpleasant. I had to win his affection by playing hard to get. He's 4 and he's givin me the rigmarole. Step 1) I had to pay extra attention to the other children so that he would see how loving I could be. Step 2) I wouldn't go to his class so that he would miss me. Step 3 and final step) Win Tyoma back. It works like a charm. Is our relationship dysfunctional? Maybe...but he's just so freakin cute.
On the other spectrum, while Tyoma was giving me the cold shoulder, Sieva, the boy who refuses to love me, made some progress. Instead of the usually greeting (spitting on me, licking me, pushing me, suffocating me, attempted murder) Sieva sat on my lap. I looked at Courtney in awe. I had to whisper and not move a muscle because I didn't want to disturb what was happening. It's like when you see a deer in the wild and you don't want to scare it off. "Pssst. Courtney. Looooook. Do see what I'm seeing??" It only lasted a moment but it was enough to make me happy. The following day we made even more progress. He said "I love you." I've waited a long time to hear those words....I feel like I am observing an experiment. "Dairy Log, Day 24: The subject seems to be responding well to the treatments. His once manic uncontrollable behavior has become calm and sweet. I do believe there is hope for the subject to love." You will love me Sieva, I will make sure of it.
In other news (there's no smooth way to introduce this story) my washing machine shocked me. I got out of the shower and felt something stab my leg. Repeatedly. I thought there was a sharp edge on the washer so I ran my finger up the edge. No sharp edge, just an electric shock. The only thing I can compare it to is when me and my friends would taze each other, ergo, it was painful. We should probably get it fixed....instead we duct taped the crap out of it and left a note for the next group that says "Good Luck." That should suffice.
I can't believe my time is almost up....you are going to keep hearing a lot of this but I have had such a great experience over here. Much different from Thailand but a great experience none the less. I feel like I have grown so much and learned more about myself. If you want to do some soul searching, live in another country. It has been truly life changing. I thank all of you for your support and kind words you have given me while abroad. This isn't goodbye yet...but the end is near. A few more short adventures and then on to America (for a moment or so). And now....you know the drill....Peace and Love :)
Did I mention Russia is cold? The rumors are true....if you eat ice cream outside it will actually warm you up because the temperature is much colder than the actual ice cream. There you have it Mythbusters. So it's cold. And it has been snowing pretty much every day. What happens when you mix cold and snow?? ICE! Lots of it. Me and Court were walking to the metro early one morning. It was snowing, it was cold, it was slick, do you see where I am going with this? We both slipped at the same time. Courtney chose to do the slip, crouch, catch your self using your hands method. My body, however, had a different routine in mind. Instead of Courtney's not-so-outwardly-clumsy approach, I slipped, my leg went straight up in the air at which point my back was parallel with the sidewalk, and then the inevitable smack on the sidewalk, flat on my back. I swear you could hear a pull whistle just like the cartoons. Then, cue lady and child enter scene. The woman made a noise like "ohhheeww" and rushed her child passed us. Your welcome lady. I just gave you a performance. You should be thanking me for the story! We had a good laugh, after I got caught my breath again. I haven't fallen again, but I can't walk outside with out doing my "slipping-but-playing-off-as-dance-moves."
On the other spectrum, while Tyoma was giving me the cold shoulder, Sieva, the boy who refuses to love me, made some progress. Instead of the usually greeting (spitting on me, licking me, pushing me, suffocating me, attempted murder) Sieva sat on my lap. I looked at Courtney in awe. I had to whisper and not move a muscle because I didn't want to disturb what was happening. It's like when you see a deer in the wild and you don't want to scare it off. "Pssst. Courtney. Looooook. Do see what I'm seeing??" It only lasted a moment but it was enough to make me happy. The following day we made even more progress. He said "I love you." I've waited a long time to hear those words....I feel like I am observing an experiment. "Dairy Log, Day 24: The subject seems to be responding well to the treatments. His once manic uncontrollable behavior has become calm and sweet. I do believe there is hope for the subject to love." You will love me Sieva, I will make sure of it.
In other news (there's no smooth way to introduce this story) my washing machine shocked me. I got out of the shower and felt something stab my leg. Repeatedly. I thought there was a sharp edge on the washer so I ran my finger up the edge. No sharp edge, just an electric shock. The only thing I can compare it to is when me and my friends would taze each other, ergo, it was painful. We should probably get it fixed....instead we duct taped the crap out of it and left a note for the next group that says "Good Luck." That should suffice.
I can't believe my time is almost up....you are going to keep hearing a lot of this but I have had such a great experience over here. Much different from Thailand but a great experience none the less. I feel like I have grown so much and learned more about myself. If you want to do some soul searching, live in another country. It has been truly life changing. I thank all of you for your support and kind words you have given me while abroad. This isn't goodbye yet...but the end is near. A few more short adventures and then on to America (for a moment or so). And now....you know the drill....Peace and Love :)
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