Friday, January 20, 2012

Friday Confessions

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This morning, while Kurt washed the dishes (the pans and utensils, the ones I hate; I wash the bowls and cups, the ones he hates) and I made my coffee, we reminisced about home. Every now and then we let ourselves get carried away. We whimper and moan about there being no Cracker Barrel here (even though we didn't even eat there that often) and like proper narrow-minded Americans say how everyone here is stupid because they drive on the wrong side of the road and call pants trousers and underwear pants (resulting in too many awkward moments to count).

But in all seriousness, I really do miss Cracker Barrel.

I miss driving. I loved the freedom of being able to say "I'm going to x" and "I'll be back at x o'clock."

I miss drying machines. Oh for the day I won't have to hang our clothes out all over our living room on strange contraptions. Old timey cuteness? Yeah, I enjoyed that idea the first week. Now I'm over it.

I miss dish washers. Although I mainly grew up without one, I never thought I'd have to return to such dire conditions. I'd gladly return to the who's going to load and who's going to unload argument over who's going to wash and who's going to hand dry.

I miss Jiffy, Betty Crocker, and other box mixes. Yes, I'm learning to bake and post about it often, but what about those days I don't want to bake? What about when I'd rather throw it together 10 minutes before the guests arrive?

And writing these things out has accomplished exactly what I figured it might. I feel foolish and spoiled. I have a sheepish grin on my face. Did I really just admit that I complain about these things when I still have clean running water, a heated flat and an abundance of food within walking distance? And when I'm back in the US, what will I complain about then? Probably the cost of gas, the wait at Cracker Barrel and the electric bill that's been run up by the dryer and washing machines.

Hi, my name is Michaela and I'm spoiled.

Please feel free to follow my footsteps by posting a sheepish comment about the things you're spoiled over and have complained about this week. You'll feel more blessed in the end - I sure do. Besides, I'd appreciate seeing I'm not alone. ;)

Michaela Rae


  1. I complained about not getting a full 8-hours of sleep this past week.... and yet there are people with no shelter and no bed to sleep in.

    Hi, my name is Rachel and I'm also spoiled. :/

  2. I complained about my horrible bosses and the petty things they "scold" me for and the horrible work environment they create...and yet I'm a recent college grad with a salaried position which is pushing my career in exactly the direction I want to go when there are plenty of unemployed people, let alone grads, all over the world.

    Hi, my name is Melissa and I'm obviously spoiled.

  3. Your post reminded me of when I tried to use cloth diapers when the girls were infants. I loved the "old timey" feel for about a week. I got over that very quickly after washing and hanging diapers was about all I got done that week. I quickly switched back to disposables and continued my contribution to global warming.

    1. Hahah! That's funny Christi. I have a couple friends that are devote cloth diaper users, but I've always thought how difficult it'd be to keep it up with 3 or 4 kids. You have a good excuse ;). <3

  4. This week, I've complained about having a student job, when so much other students I know would give an arm and a leg to have one and to be able to afford such an awesome flat, the amount of clothes and comfort food I buy every week and all those privileges that are an internet connexion and an Italian shower in my awesome bathroom.

    I sometimes wonder what I could be doing instead if I wasn't complaining so much all the time.
    I guess it's part of our charms ;)

    1. I worked student jobs my entire college career. They were such a blessing! What's an italian shower? I'll have to go look this up. Sounds nice. :-)

  5. I recently found your blog and I'm enjoying reading older posts. My husband is English and we lived there for the first two years of our marriage. Now we live in Arizona where I'm from. I know what you mean about missing cad boxes and other things. They may speak "English" in England but it's still another country. Just enjoy your time there because it will Coe and go so quickly.


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