Thursday, 26 August 2010

Things that Occupied Me on Tuesday

What a day today was:

Exam Results
Waiting for my son's exam results. He's been working towards them for two years and everything rides on these results. We were nervous wrecks waiting for these today. I drove to the office thinking I should change my name from Mrs. Thomas to Miss Anxiety. Luckily he did fine and doesn't have to become a janitor just yet (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Katie's Travel Advice
My daughter travelled to New Zealand with her house mate. She chose the flights herself so she ended up with a 10-hour layover in Abu Dhabi (trying to get food at the airport during Ramadan was tricky) and had another flight to Australia then back to NZ -- what a mess. She's a total wreck now and sent me this advice by text:

Don't ever fly with Aerolinea Argentinas!

Need to Know Things that Can Never be Known
I'm having female problems now, and I really need to talk with my mother to ask her what she thinks, what I should expect, what her experiences were, but she's gone, and I can't. Very frustrating. Why didn't I ask her to tell me everything I'd need to know for my lifetime -- things I needed to know but didn't know I did yet?

Surprise Package of Pop Tarts
One great thing -- I got a surprise package of Brown Sugar Cinammon Pop Tarts from LA. My college pal sent them to me. I took one up to my son with a small cup of black coffee, his fave morning drink, to cheer him as he waited for his exam results.

4 comments:

Sam said...

I can sympathise with Katies travel nightmare. When i went i had a 12 hour stopover in LA airport. All that was there was one shop and one restaurant.

At least i wangled a bulkghead seat after pretending to be a newlywed (obviously not on my own!)

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Steve Borthwick said...

I can't understand why exam results are such a media event nowadays, in my time we skulked along to the school notice board hoping no one recognised us since any encounter begged the dreaded "how did you do" question. Clearly an awkward moment for either party leaving you either feeling smug or like crap, different times...

PS. Well done mky!

brenda said...

Yes, you go, Mikester!

Eliz, if it's any comfort, I can't ask any of my female relatives about this stuff either, because even though they're alive, they all had hysterectomies in their early 40 so never experienced normal changes with age.

But if there's one thing internet research reveals, it's that no two women (even in the same family) experience this the same way, so not sure any first-person counsel would help!