Fridays

Fridays used to involve us picking up the children from school and heading straight up to Caldas where my family has our home. Occasionally when we had something on we would stay in town. But most of the time we were out of here. And people, that’s how I liked it. It’s not a bad place to be at all. I just love going home.

However, this first term the children are enrolled in Saturday sailing classes. (I know, how very kiwi of us.) So rather than race away on Fridays, the kids each invite a few friends over and they have a play. It’s crazy, but I love seeing my children enjoying themselves with their friends. I may be losing my mind in the madness of they play dates, but my heart is at peace that they are happy.

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out of nothing at all…

Well God works in mysterious ways. And last night when my camera ran out of battery I was really upset. But this morning on recuperating reflecting on what a great time I had last night, I realize fewer pictures is probably a good thing….especially for my political career.

A bunch of us went out to Panchos & Gringos. Now I know some of you may want to blame the lime, strawberry & mango margaritas, however, the beauty of this bunch is that this silliness has always been a part of how we interacted from even before any of us drank. From the moment Leslie walked into the bar with Kimmie & the room erupted, I knew it was bound to be a great night.

I know it sounds corny, but last night was a gift. I had such a fun time with some really beautiful people….who just happen to be insane.

 

See all the (decent) photos here.

Yum….my!!!

I know this post should be titled Bianca’s Graduation. She deserves the honor as she is a very smart and extremely hard working student, not to mention a sweetheart. So yes, congrats Bianca.

However, I can’t help but share how excited I am about having timed my trip to include a party at her parent’s house as their food is always DELICIOUS. They really take the idea of dinner party to another level.

I have two friends in Sydney who were very kindly raving about my cooking. In overhearing this, my darling husband informed them that in Portuguese circles I am barely considered a woman because my cooking skills are so relatively poor. Normally I don’t take to kindly to such comments from him, but he is dead on about this one. I tried to explain to my friend Cherie that no matter what I do I will NEVER be able to throw a party like Tony & Isabel.

To illustrate this point I have taken a shot so the ladies back in OZ can see where I am coming from.

 Click here for more photos from the party. Most were taken by Lana.