10’s and Reese’s
I tried to take a picture for you of my depressing Reese’s!
Can you BELIEVE they had the nerve to make them SMALLER!?
Matt brought me a package of Reese’s which I stashed away in the refrigerator for a “rainy” day and when that day came I opened up the package to find a scant representation of what my Reese’s used to be. What once filled the package to the edge barely fit in one corner. I estimated it is only 2/3’s the size it used to be, I should look up the oz but I was too darn bummed.
Maybe I should look on the bright side since eating a Reese’s now equals less calories but on the other hand, I need three cups to get the previous positive effect.
Maybe I’m better up giving them up all together because when I open a package now I’m suspicious and crabby instead of swept away with peanut-buttery delight.
What would you do if Reese’s were extinct?
I’ve recently been reminded of a past obsession. I may as well call a spade a spade, right? Most things I tackle become somewhat of an obsession. I am not moderate in the things I set my mind to. This week I heard a nice explination in which I might be allowed to call it something other… it was said that the healthy side of obsession is devotion and the unhealthy side of obsession is desperation. May I call it my newest devotion?
For the time being I am devoted to the idea of continuing my Japanese language lessons.
When I was 15 our family had a Japanese exchange student who fast became one of my best friends. The following year I spent 10 days in Japan visiting her and got my first taste of the language. It was actually my first taste of any foreign language, magnified by the fact that growing up in a small town people in California spoke a foreign language. Haha! Not really but anything outside of our little town was different and strange not to mention I had changed schools enough to somehow “get out of” taking foreign language in high school. 10 days in Japan was my first taste and I liked it! What a thrill it was to hear the different sounds, see the signs in lines and symbols and even see some familiar but strangely different sights! I was hooked.
Years later I spent another 10 days with my my husband leaving behind our firstborn baby who at the time was 10 months old! I missed him dearly but again I was swept away (not like the Un-Reese’s) by the magnitude of it all. The sights, the smells and the now somewhat familiar sounds. I bought numerous Japanese language books and attempted to learn the language. I could ask for a few necessities and introduce myself. I even learned to write and read Hiragana, one of the Japanese alphabets.
Guess what? I found a blog by a Christian, homeschool family in Japan and at the same time a box of books came out of storage that happened to have those Japanese language texts in it!
My newest devotion… Japanese!
Once I picked up the books I remembered more than I would have thought! It is fun, it is challenging and I love learning something new. Since I remember the Hiragana alphabet and some of the Katakana (used for writing foreign words) I am going to begin learning Kanji. The pictographic representations of thousands of concepts were adapted from the Chinese language thousands of years ago and they are fascinating. At first glance a jumbled bunch of dashes and lines but upon further investigation they are beautiful pictures and visually make a lot of sense. I picked up a book with the “1st 100 Kanji” and will begin that this evening.
Do you know a foreign language? If so what one and why?
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