Don’t Ask Stupid Questions

I had so much fun venting out my thoughts last week with Kathy that I am back for more today, lucky you guys!

I confess I thought I would miss home the most during the wintertime with all of the holidays and that it would get easier during the summer. Now that the weather is beautiful back at home though (and still freezing here) I am finding myself missing home much more. So many fun events and get togethers during the summer back at home that I am going to miss out on. I need some sunshine to cheer me up. Get it together Iceland and warm up so I can sit outside in my floppy beach hat and bikini.

I confess I ride my bike to work in a skirt or dress several times a week and never wear pants to cover up. I am pretty sure several people have gotten more than a glimpse of my butt and I really should start wearing something over my tights. Maybe one day.

I confess that lately I am not interested in meeting new people, just because of the conversation that so often follows. I have met a lot of new people since moving to Iceland and almost all of our first conversations go a little something like this:

New Person: So why did you move to Iceland?
Me: Because I am a hopeless romantic and fell for a Viking.
NP: And your not pregnant?
Me: Ummm no…(thinking wtf that is a strange question)
NP: Oh wow you hardly meet girls who move here for their man that aren’t pregnant right away.
Me: Ya that won’t be happening for a long time.

I seriously have have had this conversation in some form or the other so many times since I have moved here. Another comment I often get, “so you don’t get along with your family.”

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Just because I moved abroad does not mean I don’t get along with my family. I actually miss my family everyday so don’t ask stupid questions.

I confess that I can’t stand when people don’t move out of the way for you when you are trying to get out of the elevator. Isn’t it common curtsey to stand out of the way while others get off before you push your way on? That seems to not be the case here and I have started just pushing my way through like everybody else.

I confess that the next person that tells me how lucky I am to have gotten my job I am going to freak out on.

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I get that I am really lucky for landing such an awesome job. But I also worked my ass off to get this job, it wasn’t something that was handed to me. I get so irritated when people talk to me like this was all luck. Hard work pays off people!

I confess that I am not a very affectionate person. This has been somewhat of an issue lately since a common way to greet your friends in Iceland is with kisses on the cheek. Well I am so not use to this and every time someone goes in for a cheek kiss I am so awkward and have no idea where to move my head to. It looks a lot like this.

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I confess I miss Azora more than some of my friends. On my way to work I see two golden retrivers who I have named “white Azora” and “old Azora”. The other day I saw white Azora outside and she had a white Azora puppy with her. I about died of cuteness. I miss cuddling with Azora!

And it is totally not weird that I named these peoples dogs and give H daily updates on what they were doing when I saw them that day, totally normal.

I confess I can not stand repeating myself. If you don’t hear me the first time that is your problem.

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One of my biggest pet peeves and something that H does to me all the time.Listen the first time and I will stay in a good mood, simple as that.

I confess I have Icelandic class tomorrow morning and I am already stressing out about it. Everytime the teacher asks me a questions I have a panic attack and forget every word of Icelandic know. Give me a glass of wine though and I have no problem speaking in Icelandic.

I should probably get back to studying instead of writing random nonsense on here.

Sjáumst!

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Question of the Day?
What is your pet peeve?