"Emotional Eaters:" We're bummed about our move, but the food is helping

Did you know that a disorder exists to categorize those people who eat because they are stressed?  It's called "Emotional Eaters Disorder (EED)." Seriously, I'm not making this up.

I'm not sure if we can self diagnose ourselves yet...but check back in another couple of weeks. We will let you know how much weight we have gained and then you can make the judgment call.

One advantage/ disadvantage of living in a city the size of our new one (16 million+) is that you can order any kind of food (including the fatty American favorites) online and it's delivered right to your door.  I have to confess that I have already succumb to the pressure.  All the cravings that I had in Az are now being fed.  My favorite thus far...Krispy Kreme, but they don't have a "HOT" sign in their window.

We're on the move...again

For those of you who didn't receive this update through email, please contact me directly so that I can make sure to get you on our update list.  The email will also contain more information about our situation.

Unfortunately, we have been relocated to another home.  After learning that we were moving, we had to be packed and ready to go in a week.  Just like the last time, we tried to sell everything since we would be paying for the baggage overage to travel with it.  Twelve bags ($1,350.00) later the three of us headed for the airport for another international trip.  We do not know how long we will be here, or where we will go from here.

We are thankful that we are safe, healthy, and provided for in our new home.  We will keep you updated as things progress.  Thank you for your support and continued thoughts.

Update to my Peg Leg...

We’ll, I don’t have to worry about walking around with uneven shoes anymore.  My other heel fell off this morning while I was shoveling the snow from our walkway.  There might have been a time when I would have gotten ticked, now I just laugh.  It makes me miss quality-made things.  

"The Heel"

This blog started out with the intention of simply keeping you up-to-date with things that were going on in our lives overseas.  It has quickly become the idiots guide to living overseas.  I’m giving up on the serious side of things and I’m going to let it all hang out.

So I went to the capital again today. This trip was to turn in application papers for our visas for my upcoming classes.  If you read the blog post about our Amazing Race trip the last time to the capital, it was similar except this time there was a little less than a foot of snow and I made the trip with my friend instead of Stephanie.  We were in the same red conversion van with the curtains swaying back and forth as we danced all over the road (at least I think we were still on the road).  You know me, I love speed and getting my adrenalin flowing, but not when I’m not in control of the situation.  You can’t imagine how many prayers went up that morning. 

After we made it to the bus station I stepped off the bus into a deep pile of snow mush.  Immediately I felt the coolness soak through to my toes.  From this minute on I knew it was going to be a long cold day.  We decided that we would take a city bus to our destination.  After standing outside for about twenty minutes in the freezing cold air I told my friend that I thought we should just take another bus to the metro.

When our bus pulled up, it was jammed packed with people.  We managed to stuff ourselves in the back part of the bus…well almost.  When the door slammed shut, my backpack got stuck in the door.  I had to take it off my back and jerk the rest of it inside the bus.  About 100 yards down the road we stopped again.  You guessed it; we were picking up more people.  It was at this point that I decided I better get out of the way of the hydraulic door opening up…TOO LATE! The door opened so quickly it caught my foot.  My foot was trapped between the scissor part of the door and the step.  It wouldn’t move.  Finally I got my foot un-wedged, but realized something else had happened in the process, my heel (from my brand new shoes mind you) stayed wedged in the door.  The door was hopelessly jammed.  The driver kept pushing the button, but all you could hear was the groan of the hydraulic motor and the people outside who were getting ticked.  Everyone inside kept looking at this little piece of plastic stuck in the door trying to figure out what it was.  Finally a man kicked it and knocked it out so the door would slide open.  I couldn’t stop laughing.   My friend was trying to figure out what was going on.  I told him what happened and he started laughing too.  He then managed to weave in-between people’s legs and feet until he found my heel for me.  So unfortunately the rest of the day I walked around the capital with a peg leg. 

Never a dull moment in my life.

Veta says, “iwash iphone.”

Veta decided that our iphone was dirty, so she threw it in her bathtub full of water.  Water + iphone = ticked father.  Not only are we out an expensive phone, this was how we connected to the Internet, so we won’t be communicating as regularly as we once did. 

Btw, being a past wireless salesman, I know that children and cell phones don’t mix.  We never allowed her to play with it, and we always took it away if she got a hold of it.  I guess this is pay back for all the hard times I gave to “careless” parents when they brought me their water damaged phones.