20 years. a little late.

Michael and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary this summer – June 13 to be exact.  Monumental things like that make me feel old.  We were only 21 when we got married.  Everyday we are getting closer and closer to having been married half our lives.  Wow.

To celebrate we went to Indonesia for a Compassion Sponsor Tour.  This tour was an adventure tour – so we added in a trip to a volcano, elephant riding and some water fun.

Tangkuban Perahu Volcano

elephant riding. a very Balinese experience. it’s so Balinese they import the elephants!

in front of a lake

at a waterfall

that’s us. we’re flying!

and all the other fine folks we celebrated our anniversary with!

we had a great time.  got me all recharged and ready for the next 20 years!!

not my fastest, but maybe my lastest

I got up early – like 4:30 early – to go run the Singha Songkran 10k.  The first 3k were great.  I knew the course I was running and it felt good.  Then we took a little turn onto unfamiliar ground and I found that frustrating.  I gained speed after we returned to the same route the first 3k were on.  It’s amazing how much mind games seem to play into things.    My final time was a minute slower than my last 10k, but the course was also a good deal hillier.  Not sure how hills add to time, but my right knee is certain that hills make things more difficult.  At about the 9k mark my knee was in so much pain that I told myself if I managed to finish this one in under 1 hour and 15 minutes I would never run another 10k again!  I did it, barely.  My time was 1:14:53.  We’ll see if I stick to the never run another 10k thing.

Today’s fun also included a CrossFit Songkran celebration.  We started with a barbecue and then headed to the moat to join in the fun.  The barbecue was great – good food and fantastic company.  We followed it up by heading to the moat to participate in a little (or a lot) of len naam (water play) with what had to be every other single person in Chiang Mai.  This year rates as the best Songkran experience since we’ve been here – at least for me.  And I’ve now added water proof camera to the top of my need/wish list so I can take pictures to share.

 

 

Obviously, I didn’t mean it

Twice a week? That was crazy talk. I probably meant up to twice a week. Or less.

I am going to take a few moments here to answer a question I get asked ALL THE TIME. By pretty much everyone – including perfect strangers. Sometimes perfect strangers even email me this question. Usually, it comes about because they’ve either noticed or heard that I have lost 90 pounds. The number one question, the question that frequently comes before “how?” is…

“What about loose skin?” And especially special is the face they make when asking this question. It’s a mix of interest and disgust. I often think they’re hoping I’ll show them all my shar pei amazingness.

Well, the short answer is, yes, I do have loose skin. I lost 90 freaking pounds. Off my body. From under my skin. And, the answer to the next question – the one that always follows – is, yes, it does bother me. But it bothers me less than the extra weight did. And it bothers me less than being asked these questions. And now they are answered. So, let’s move on. (And it’s more than a little bit of an exaggeration to say I look like a shar pei.)

All is going well here. We are the proud owners of a new to us car. It is sort of a minivan, like if a minivan had a little sister or something. It works much better for our family than our flood damaged car. Which we did get running again. But it no longer had aircon or the ability to roll its windows down. So come about March or April, maybe even February it would have just been a death trap.

We thought we were going to move, but didn’t. Out landlord lowered our rent. Turns we are pretty easy tenants and he didn’t want to risk any not so easy tenants. I was more than happy not to move over Christmas break. That makes two in a row we haven’t spent moving.

We’ll be staying in Thailand a few more years. For a little bit our future here felt very iffy. Iffy enough that I was researching school options in Colorado Springs. We are all pretty happy with the outcome. We’re hoping to see A15 graduate high school here.

A while ago I posted about Plan A or Plan B. Plan A involved walking/running a whole lot of miles around Annapurna. Plan B was a Christmas Day 1/2 marathon. So, which one did I choose? I ended up going with Plan B.2 – a Christmas Day 10k. Go me. And shortly after that I started reading The NonRunners Marathon Guide for Women. It’s funny and inspiring and it has almost completely convinced me that I have absolutely no desire to train for a marathon – even though I have run a marathon on my 2012 goal list. I also have run a 1/2 on that list. I am gonna see how I do with that one, first. Actually, I have a 5k coming up in a few weeks. I’m just gonna start with that one and see if I progress to a 1/2.

dissertations are really long

When making a proposal, consider that committees evaluating PhD dissertation still look for the originality factor. They would want to see to it that you are working on something genuine and also promise great contributions to your field. Your audience has now become professionals with high standards. You are expected to present something that matches or at least comes close to their level of knowledge. This part of taking up the doctoral degree trains you to become a professional researcher yourself  ~ dissertation today

we so totally got this. just start calling us dr. monza and dr. nic.  (aussies do such crazy things with names.)

dr. monza & dr. nic - research can be so grueling

a few months ago, i was having a chat with an australian friend, nicola, about the pros & cons of cadbury creme eggs.  and that got us wondering as to what might be the differences between the ones made in “the land of the free and the home of the brave” and those made in “the land down under”.  and from that little conversation we hatched a ph.d. idea that oozes originality and also promises to be a massive contribution to our field – a mostly undefined field, but i’m pretty sure whichever lucky school we decide to bless with this dissertation will appreciate our need to not be tied down to anything too specific.  and, as if acquiring eggs from two countries wasn’t difficult enough, we upped the ante by making a batch ourselves.  for real.  and, yes, it’s as difficult as it sounds.  or maybe not.

as with any good research project we had our fair share of research assistants from both countries and i don’t think any kind of dissertation writer worth their salt would feel good about neglecting to give credit where credit is due.   the following researcher assistants hail from the land of oz (not to be confused with the yellow brick road oz, this one has ‘roos and outbacks – but not the steakhouse, but maybe those, too)  sue t. answered a desperate plea for corn syrup and posted it, enabling us to take on the challenge of homemade creme eggs.  cath p. and beth l. contributed the australian cadbury creme eggs and cheryl chez a. transported them to chiang mai.  in her suitcase.  research assistants from the land of opportunity include michael (my husband), he transported the initial american contribution.  but, being unaware of the huge scale of this project (and possibly the lack of self control of one or two of the doctoral candidates), more were needed.  bonnie c. answered a frantic facebook status update and mailed plenty more eggs – enough that the good ol’ u.s. of a. didn’t end up with egg on her face.  (egg… ha ha).  and our last research assistant was an american living in chiang mai, laura h.  her role was taste tester – she was very good at tasting eggs.  so with the gathering of necessary supplies we were ready to begin.

our initial observations led us to conclude that the eggs were wrapped differently and that the aussie egg was bigger than the american egg.  (for the purposes of this project bigger is a very exact unit of measurement.)  we were both a bit surprised by these findings, but we double checked and confirmed that they were indeed accurate.  after our initial comparisons we got to work on the batch of homemade eggs.

ingredients

first up was creating the egg innards. i’m not sure if we used the exact technique that cadbury does, but i feel pretty safe guessing that we didn’t.

i’m not up on the exact mechanics of how real chickens go about getting their yellow into the middle of their egg white, but we found it very helpful to have cold hands when it came time to embed (official lingo) the yolk into the white.  luckily, when we’d checked a14 out of the hospital a few months ago we thought to grab her ice pack thing.

time to prep the chocolate.  then coat the eggs.  one thing that we were certain would set the homemade eggs apart from the store bought is the coconut oil we used to help set the chocolate.

we assumed there would be other minor differences, but were optimistic that they might not be too noticeable.  we were working with a handicap – not having molds – but were confident that this was only a slight obstacle, one that we could easily overcome.

 

after we’d created the best replication of a cadbury creme egg we had to let them firm up.  and, not the kind of gals who just sit on our laurels, we went ahead and did some cleaning up.

well, it looks like only one of us was actually doing the cleaning up. maybe i was just sitting on my laurels.

and now for the heavy duty ph.d. dissertation worthy stuff – complete with supporting evidence.  first, a visual examination of the eggs.

wait, wait, wait…  there’s one missing.

that’s better.  upon close inspection it is obvious that one of these eggs is noticeably different from the others.  that’s right, the one on the far left is obviously bigger.  and if you guessed that’s because it’s the australian egg, then you’re pretty smart.

surprise, surprise - the one we made is on the far right

now, we weren’t sure why the australian egg was bigger.  the packaging told us that it weighed 39 grams.  the american egg weighs 34.  but we wanted to know why?  (intelligent types and 2 year olds always want to know why – proof again of our ph.d. worthiness).

again, look at the one on the left!?!  it’s got gobs more chocolate.  we were shocked.  so shocked that we didn’t get out any measuring devices to find out just how much more chocolate it had.  but, for our purposes, gobs is as exact a scientific measurement as bigger.  at this point we noticed that our homemade egg wasn’t an exact replica of either of the others – being the observant lasses that we are.  but we were still feeling like it could hold it’s own.

and now for the results of the taste test.  after some serious deliberation about our personal capabilities we came to the conclusion that for each of us to try to eat an entire one of each of the three different types of egg might prove difficult.  and dangerous.  so we went with eating 1/2 of each of them.  which meant we would be eating 2 whole eggs each.  what?  oh, how did we get that 3 halves make 2 wholes?  well, we added a fourth secret ingredient homemade egg.

that one there on the far right?  it has orange extract in it.  it wasn’t part of the official dissertation.  but rather an opportunity for us to show initiative (i think that’s another ph.d. worthy trait).

so how’d the eggs stack up?

 

we both agreed that the australian egg was better.  the extra milk chocolate seemed to help cut the overpowering sweetness of the fondant egg innards.  we also agreed that we weren’t exactly sure it was a good thing that milk chocolate was cutting the sweet.  the american egg has 10 fewer calories going for it.  you should never undervalue 10 fewer calories.  our homemade egg had an added coconut flavor, from the coconut oil we added to the milk chocolate.  i found this to be a lovely addition.  my favorite might have been the orange egg.  i’m a sucker for orange/chocolate pairings so it was right up my alley.

but i think the most valuable thing we learned was that what goes up must come down – sugar highs don’t last forever.  and coming in a close second was that we could make some pretty good creme eggs ourselves.

i believe my grandad would call it a miracle

the first thing i did when i got up this morning was check facebook – because it’s the most reliable source of american league championship series news around.  and as i was reading the following status updates

Take THAT A-Rod, kinda sweet you were our last out!!
TEARS IN MY BEER HAPPY!!!
WORLD SERIES BOUND BABY!!!!
Way to bring it home Rangers =)
God blessed Texas with His own hands!
This claw’s for you, Dad!

all i could think was how ridiculously happy this would have made my granddad and how much fun it would have been to watch the american league championship series with him this year.  and hopefully the world series.

you’d think it was the hope diamond

i went grocery shopping yesterday, a chore that’s just a little less fun here than it was in america, and found treasure.  (i sort of hate to even post this because i think it ups our risk of being burgeled.)

and since i’ve never seen them for sale anywhere in thailand before (other than at the consulate 4th of July shindig, but that doesn’t count because they have everything american) i didn’t buy just one.

i bought them all.  which might be a bit rude.

i did inspect them before i purchased them and they do have a slight flaw.

they were canned in the great britain by coca-cola enterprises.  as in the coca cola company.  but i’ve been assured by the dr. pepper connoisseurs in our house that they can’t tell the difference.  i wouldn’t know.  i don’t like dr. pepper.

maths

last school year s11 had a maths problem that we never did get to the bottom of.  but no matter how confusing i found that one, this one has me completely  flummoxed.  not that i can’t get the answer – i can do the simple math.  and while i am very disturbed by the problem itself – i’m even more bothered by the three month lag between the problem being assigned and the parent complaint.

as in to cut it off?

this morning i had a very pressing engagement so michael had to go to the doctor on his own. we weren’t sure what to expect at the doctor – his leg doesn’t really look like it’s changed all that much since he got out of the hospital.  i was thinking it might look an eensy bit better, but that could also be wishful thinking.  michael was hoping my wishful thinking was correct, but he wasn’t convinced that there’d been any change.  so we figured the we’d let the doctor be the judge.

and his ruling?  a referral to the surgeon.  because he was thinking amputation might be the answer.  amputation. as in lets just cut off the entire leg.  we weren’t totally aware that the outcome of this situation might be leg removal.  that seems mighty serious.  i’m not saying we didn’t know this was mighty serious – even worse case scenario life terminating serious.  but to suddenly jump from oral antibiotics to amputation??  that seems drastic.  luckily the surgeon’s thoughts were more in line with ours than with the doctor’s.  because he said we weren’t there – yet.  so, michael was given more antibiotics and another appointment was scheduled.  he has a trip to the states in september.  i’m gonna go ahead and set him up an appointment to see a doctor while he’s there.  you know, for a second opinion.   it couldn’t hurt.

and just what was the very pressing engagement that kept me from going to the doctor with michael?  this morning was the new student orientation at the kids’ school.  my kids aren’t new students, but i’d said i’d help.  and it was also supposed to be when we could get a peek at the class lists.  we’ve got lots of wondering about what teachers we’re gonna have and who we’re gonna be in class with going on.  but today i got only 1/3 of that situation worked out.  i pretty much have s10′s teacher/class figured out.  and it’s good for him.  a13 really wants to know, but for her i got nothing.  c16 doesn’t seem to care and that makes it easy for me.  as long as he gets the biology, chemistry, algebra 2 situation sorted.  even more important than finding out school stuff was the opportunity to test drive my new ‘do.  i got it cut last week – no shorter than it’s been before.  but yesterday i had an impromptu d.i.y. coloring session.  because the hairdye was on clearance.  i’m not 100% sure that a good deal on hairdye is good enough reason to color.

cottage industry

last year our mâe bâan and her husband  put us to work making pony bead keychains. they were wholesaling them somewhere, but we never got the complete story.  and then around loi krathong they went into the fried meat on a stick business.  i don’t know how well that one went.  there were lots of people selling fried meat on a stick  and it took some capital up front that we fear they might not have recouped.  but now.  now i think they might be on to something.  and the only investment it required was killing our koi.

seems that when there are no fish in a pond frogs take over.  not the one or two that we’ve always had around.  we’ve now got a dozen or so laying their eggs in our pond.  and we seem to have a surival rate of like 110%.  it’s tadpole central out there.

they’re actually doing better than surviving.  they’re thriving.  p’jim and p’khao have started a nursery of sorts.

they’ve begun separating the no longer tadpoles from the still tadpoles.  and today they were telling me that the cute little frogs taste good.  they’re gonna collect them and sell them.  i don’t know how you prepare itty bitty frogs for sale and i probably don’t want to. but i do wish them lots of luck.