RSVP Comedians

Yesterday's RSVP's really got me laughing.

 

Good job guys.

 

 

Baby Back Ribs

I had the pleasure of meeting with Julie and Bree in Willow Bend Mall in Plano last week.

It's worth pointing out that Julie and I both found the experience so strange we are both blogging about it.

Why oh why is there a playground where the kids are playing on steaks and eggs and french toast?











It's a question we both asked ourselves.

You might think it's not that strange...but think about this...

On my drive home I wondered what kind of playgrounds I might see kids playing on in Turkey.











Or in China.











Or our friends to the South.














Now can we all agree that kids climbing on a steak is odd?

And yes, I promise I asked Bree's mom before putting her on tacos and then putting her on my blog.

Bree's mom's got a great sense of humor.

I hope someday she'll photoshop my child onto regional cuisine playgrounds.

Return My Cymbas

Or at least that's what my dad spent most of his life thinking the song said.

"Return to sender" is I think what Elvis Presley was trying to say.



Either way, the hard work paid off and the first batch of rsvp's came yesterday.




It's a lot of fun seeing all your handwriting and the sweet messages you write.

So far it's all yes's; though my magic-wielding uncle has yet to reply - but I'm sure he'll be there. He's contracted to go on at 8.



This is one happy girl.

Turkey Times

At a baby shower this weekend one of my friends asked me where Chris and I were going to live after we got married...in a house, in an apartment...

Wait, I thought, how does she not know we are moving to Turkey?

 

And then I realized, a picture is not always worth a thousand words.

 

The flag of Turkey in the last post was not meant to indicate that Chris and I are honeymooning in Turkey.

 

No.

 

We are in fact moving there.

 

The stats are as follows:

 

-Sarah teaching 3rd grade at Bilkent University Prep School (BUPS for short).  It is a bilingual American School.  http://www.bupsbis.bilkent.edu.tr/

 

-Chris, since he doesn't have his teaching certification, will be interning at all grade levels.

 

-Both of us will be working on our masters degrees at Bilkent University

 

-The gig is for 2 years.  Yes we will be home for holidays.

 

-I found out about ISS, the company that staffs all American schools abroad, about 3 years ago.  I was not then qualified to apply.  One must have at least 2 years teaching abroad, and 3 years stateside.  So getting a job this year was quite an honor.

 

-I was accepted in Nov. to the ISS program (http://www.iss.edu/), and Chris and I went in Feb. to NYC to a grand interview fair.  Over 300 schools.  It was insane.

 

-We narrowed our choices to Turkey, China, Malaysia and Japan, and went with Turkey based on salary and how much we thought we would enjoy our surroundings there.

 

-Not that it's any of your business, but the school is paying for our flights, our 2 bedroom apt., laptops, our masters degree program, relocation fees, visas, they're paying us a tax-free salary equivalent to that in the states, all of our health care is free, we still have summers off, and there will be doner kebabs at every corner.  yes.

 

-We leave sometime mid-August

 

-Our actual honeymoon is to Costa Rica.

 

So...that being said...who will be the first to visit Turkey?

 

 

Stuff It

Monday Chris and I lured our folks into helping us stuff the wedding invites.

Nothing says fun family bonding like stacking, stamping, stuffing and organizing over one hundred invitations. We had quite the assembly line.

Each time I pulled an envelope I announced the name of the invitee and we reflected on our relationship with that person.

"Ah...she's been cutting my hair since I was in the 4th grade.."
"Ah...they're having their second little one."
"Wait, why did we invite his parents but not him?!"

So there were a couple of oversights, but quality control is on it.

All invites have been assembled and are in the mail.

You can be sure yours was sealed with love.

P.S. Since Chris and I will soon blog together, from now on I'm going to try my hand at some absurdist humor, so bear with me.

P.S.S. Sometimes you may see things in this blog that don't make sense immediately.

P.S.S.S. The picture above is not my family stuffing invites.

No, they're just hanging out.

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