Helping dad clean the moto… #babybumsfordays #atthecarwash
There is something to be said about pushing yourself past your comfort levels. And I am not only talking about picking up and moving to a new country, as some crazy people do. No, I am referring to the subtle things in life. Perfect example for me: Eating Olives! I know that I am not the only person on earth that hates olives. Plenty of people would agree that they are stinky and taste like formaldehyde. NO I haven’t tasted formaldehyde, but I can tell you, when you are dissecting frogs and pigs in high school, the smell is so potent it might as well have been in one’s mouth. And the concept is similar too. Think about it, you pull out a rubber-esk type thingy out of a stinky liquid. Case closed, in my mind anyways. Sure I haven’t convinced you to join Team No Olives but what I am about to tell you might surprise you. I hate olives, but I SO want to love them. I do, truly. I envy all you stuck up olive loving people out there. All fancy with your crackers and OLIVES, making life look so good and luxurious. So, for a long time now, when olives are on the menu I will always take one, but only one! I pop that sucker in my mouth hoping that the magical taste of olives changes me to a new person. I can assure you though, the first bite is sorta OK….but the after taste….BARF and PUKE! I just can’t do it. So groaty! The point? I TRY!!! I sincerely try and that has to be worth something! So what is your “
What is it that would seem enhances the existence of those around you, but you just can’t seem to grasp. Maybe it’s mushrooms? Do you hate coffee? Let’s think outside the box here, perhaps your “one olive” is camping, leggings or going to water parks? Every time you try it you can’t understand why others love it? For the record I generally like those things. Also for the record, if you thought combing your hair, washing your clothes or brushing your teeth were your “one olives” I can assure you that you are not normal and you clearly are not picking up what I am throwing down. As well, I should mention, subscribing or reading this blog does not count as your one olive. Let’s be honest, this blog is more along the lumpy gravy lines. No one likes lumpy gravy. Or wait, I have a better example, you know that gross hard blob of lotion that comes out first when you haven’t used your lotion in a while. THAT’S this blog. You try to embrace it and rub it in, but there is no getting past the fact that it is completely useless. ( haha )
This guy barks like a crazy person, but he at least posed for this picture.
As I am sure you would guess, Cambodian life is full of things you have to push yourself to get used to. Even getting used to the fact that crazy things will happen to you constantly can be a struggle. The other day I was sitting with a friend in her little shop and I literally was almost knocked on the back of the head by an old dirty toilet that some random person decided to carry through the store. I am not kidding, it was completely out of nowhere and thankfully I had leaned forward just in time. So weird. I really feel that I have pushed myself to accept strange music more openly too. It used to drive me nuts, but now, I embrace it. Went for a massage a while ago and the entire time they played the broadest spectrum of music, all played on some Asian flute. We’re talking songs like “Careless Whisper”, ” Time to say Good-Bye” and the oldie goldie “Love is blue”. (If you don’t know those songs you can YouTube em.) I have to push myself to not laugh at people too. Isn’t that terrible, but it is true. I met a young guy who had clearly just bought a brand new hoodie. I asked him if he understood English and he said no. I just didn’t have the heart to tell him that his new hoodie had in huge letters “I am pregnant! I am uncomfortable! I am crabby!” If I told him what it said he would never wear it again and I didn’t want to crush his coolness. So instead I told him it was totes dope yo
! Jokes, I didn’t say that. I did pinch his cheeks though. Haha, na, I didn’t do that either.
There will always be some things in life that I just won’t be able to try or simply doesn’t appeal to me. I am sure you agree with that. Lesson here though, push yourself to try “some” things you don’t like. No one likes a stick in the mud. Another personal example is that I would say for a certainty I love being around people. Not 100% of the time of course but in a general sense of the meaning, I love people. Abby recently went to Bangkok for a week without me. It was my big test of being alone. I had to do everything on my own. Shop, cook, clean etc. I even had to brush my own teeth and argue with myself for goodness sakes. (That’s clearly a joke for the people who have the questionable “one olives” as mentioned before.) Apparently though, I am a pretty industrious sorta person and organized. Thank goodness she will be back and I don’t have to fill that description for much longer! haha But again, bit out of my comfort zone, but turned out really good!
Well that’s it guys. Now you can go enjoy your fancy pants jar of olives, happiness and foo foo lives! I will get there….one day! Just remember, try something new! *NOTE* This is about as inspirational as I will get so….
TIP: If you think there is a booger on your face, there is probably a booger on your face.
You don’t get much cuter than this!
We were stuck here for a while, the rain was insane.
This is Abby, but I can assure I look exactly the same as I drive down the road in my poncho.
Always a fun day when you get a flat. Even more fun when the road mechanic takes a million years and is super cranky.
We found this cool shop that sold collectable guitars.
Guitars for days….
Danmeat…this place gets my official shout out because I have NEVER met anyone who authentically is excited about sandwich meat as the owner of this shop, Dan!
Never get tired of seeing these…
Get your pumpkin here!!!
Across the street the workers just balancing and setting up the scaffolding.
HUMMUS for days! Thanks again Dave and Rae-anne for taking care of me!
Chicken Wings for days….soooooo delicious, but i ate too many. Abby forced them down my throat. Good grief!
Donuts for days! Jokes…donuts for people on the streets that want on-the-go khmer donuts. Apparently they look better than they taste.
Seriously, this guys hair! Just look at it, its NUTS! #iwannameetthisguy