Lucky

My Mom works for the city of farmington, in Michigan, and she got to ride the fire truck for her birthday...just thought these pictures were cool!

It's Raining, It's Pouring...

In a strange turn of weather events in Singapore, it rained the other day.  Oh heck, who am I kidding?  It pretty much rains everyday for at least a little bit.  But this time, we were in our new car, stuck in it...and it was slightly awe inspiring. Here is Larry's Texan take on it.

Wheels

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

© MCA Music (BMI)

We got our new wheels this weekend!  We took over the lease on Larry's co-workers car.  Linda is headed to Hong Kong, so we now have her car!  We spent the weekend cruising around, and only got lost about 5 times.  We're looking forward to being able to explore the island on our own, and the freedom of jumping in our car and going somewhere.  Anyone need a ride?

Dreaming Of Sari's

 

This past month we have been celebrating Deepavali in Little India.  It is the Hindi New Year. Called the "Festival of Lights," where the lights or lamps signify victory of good over the evil within every human being, light versus dark.  Deepavali is celebrated on the new moon day (approx fifteenth day) of the month.  I was here for it last year, but knew very little about it. This year, I did a little research, and having been here a year and bumming around little india all the time, I really enjoyed it.  Little India is by far my favorite part of Singapore.  I say it a million times when I'm down there, how comfortable I am, how "real" this part of town is, ect. I love how it swirls around me in a haze of color and aroma, overwhelming my senses, and making me wonder just how many yards of fabric I would need for a sari of my own.  I actually have one(thanks Deb!!), but I left it in Michigan.  You see, I have always had a fascination with the Indian culture.  I think it's highly likely I lived there in a past life.   I can't get enough of the food, smiling people and sense of peace that comes over me when I am there.  I love strolling along, looking in the jewelry store windows,  admiring the sari's and sidestepping a fresh load of flower garlands being delivered.  The smell of curry and other spices wafting from the stalls and shops intoxicates me.  I also love that I am not so much an oddity in little india as I am in other parts of Sing.  Big healthy girls like myself are looked at as a sign of prosperity.  I can actually find clothes to fit me here, and I love to stock up on the indian blouses that line the streets for the tourists. When I am asked where I am from by the shop keepers, and I say that I am from America, but I live here...this always delights them, and they ask if I've had my lunch, would I like to buy some gold, and did I need a good tailor?  Then they ask if I like it here, and their eyes light up when I say I do.  They are proud of their little community, and it shows.  One of my great hopes in being over here is to be able to get to India.  I just have this burning need to see the real thing for myself.  I'm trying to talk Larry into taking a quick, weekend trip to Agra to see the Taj Mahal.  We'll see if we get there...and if we do, I'll have my sari all ready to go.

Meet The Other Man.

This is the "other man" I spend time with...he is my super cute neighbor, Josh, and we've been buddies almost a year now.  He is from the UK, and he and his family live in our building.  We met at the pool, and we just hit it off...he is such a fun guy, and we have a blast together.  He comes to visit at my place from time to time, and we have fun building forts, playing with rocks, and pretending all sorts of stuff.  I often have to giggle at the way he and I sometimes struggle with our different versions of the english language....but we figure it out, and he's patient with my nasaly mid-western accent and stuttering.

He has made some my more homesick days a little easier.  He's definitely a bright spot in my life here in Sing.  

                                                       

                                                       He thinks my red shoes are fabulous too!

You Haven't Lived.

A recent conversation between Larry and I:

Larry: Motley Crue is coming to Fort canning Park, wanna go?

Me: (guffawing,trying to breathe, snickering,gasping) Um, DUH....how could we NOT go??

Larry: Ok, order tickets.

Me: Honey?

Larry: (warily)Yes?

Me: Can I wear my leather bustier, and leopard print stretch pants?

Larry: Um, do you own a leather bustier and leopard print stretch pants?

Me:  Well, no.  But I could.

Larry: Maybe you should try to 'blend in'.

Me: hhhmmmppffttttt. (pouting)

Me: Honey?

Larry: (sighing) Yes?

Me: Can I rat my hair real big and wear an inappropriate amount of eyeliner?

Larry: (rolling eyes) Sure, go for it.

Me: SAAWEEEET.

So, I've heard you haven't lived until you've seen a rock show in Asia.  Not only did we see one, but it was the venerable aging rock gods in Motley Crue.  This was their first time in Singapore, and it was an awesome show.  I was fully prepared to make snarky comments all night about how old they are, and how they needed walkers to get to the stage.  In reality, I only made a few.  The show was great, and the crowds were a hoot.  Lots of middle age expats squeezed into leather and do-rags.  Loads of Americans so stinkin happy to have a little taste of home that everyone was their best friend.  Larry made friends with some very friendly and very drunk Indian fellows that couldn't get enough of him or beer.  We think they passed out after 2 songs. Once the band got started, the crowds really let loose and it was mayhem. Everyone was so excited they were here, and the vibe was electric.  I can't remember the last time I had that much fun.  

p.s. For the record, I did leave the house with HUGE, fabulous hair, but the minute we got to the concert it fell in the humidity and heat, so I threw it up.  Just sayin.

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