Gotta love summer nights.
Warm air. Family. Great friends. Swimming. Tennis. BBQ potluck.
Life is good (and I’m tired…so just short and sweet tonight!)
I recently made a connection between several friends that many don’t say I love you within their family.
It’s just not something that is said and this was so surprising to me.
I am obviously openly expressive and love that there are people that love and express themselves differently than I do.
This absolutely fascinates me. I’ve always appreciated diversity in it’s many forms – race, sex, social status, religion, politics, interests, culture, love, etc.
I strongly feel and believe and say I love you all the time and really mean it. When a few of my friends expressed that their families don’t say that to each other, my jaw dropped. I just never thought of not expressing my emotions. This made me curious and of course I asked questions.
It’s not that those who don’t say I love you don’t love their friends or family, they just don’t use the words.
I learned that to some, saying those words is uncomfortable. Others never heard the words in their family, so it felt strange for them to use them with their family. Some just don’t say it just because they don’t feel like there is a need. And others think that only husbands and wives should say those words to each other.
This love thing is just so symbolic of our differences and ways of communicating, experiencing, believing and expressing ourselves. One is not better than the other. It’s just that we’re different and I really love that!!
Namaste.
I am missing Holland. I believe today was the last day of school at the ISA, and with the last day at an international school, comes some big goodbyes. Several people are moving back to their original home countries and some are getting ready to take on new expat adventures. I’ve been thinking of you Cami, Carolyn, Patti Beth, and Amy and Jen who recently left. And I’m thinking of all the friends who stay and continue on a little bit longer, adapting to the changes of good friends leaving and dealing with the loss and change and adapting. There are always new beginnings. Wishing all my friends smooth transitions and comforts.
I’m so thankful that we lived in Holland and that I felt such a connection to my Dutch roots. I got to celebrate with my Dutch friend, Pauline and her Dutch friends, watching Holland beat Australia 3-2 in the World Cup today. I was so happy to be dressed in orange clothes, orange boas and glasses and hats, watching the kids prance around with the Dutch flag, and eating off orange plates. When Holland scored a goal, Karen played Dutch music really loudly and began dancing, while I smiled from ear to ear. The house felt so gezellig and I was happy to be with the Dutch ladies and kids, drinking coffee and listening to Dutch being spoken again. I felt at home and so happy.
Jen sent me pictures of the Dutch flag flying from her new house in Minnesota and seeing all the Dutch celebrations from Holland on Facebook brought me joy. I miss Holland and my family and friends, but am glad that I’ll always have a piece of Holland with me.
Peace.

We went to the produce market to pick out some delicious fruit and Charlie was enamored with this large, double strawberry.
Christian also went shopping with me this afternoon and decided he wanted to learn how to grill and picked out his favorite sausages at Trader Joes.
While we at the produce market, we found some Amish popcorn flavored Carmel seasoning that Juliana decided she wanted to try. We got out the whirly pop that Jeff’s mom gave us years ago and made some tasty dessert.
We had a busy day of summer school, water polo practice and volunteering. And we had fun shopping and cooking and eating together.
What are some of your favorite summer foods and rituals?
Life is good.
I still love birthdays. Thank you for all the birthday love shared. It was the best day to be alive! Much better than the alternative, and my dad wished me another fifty years, hoping he’d be there to celebrate too! Crazy man…I love him!
My car was decorated on the inside with a Dutch banner, wishing me a happy birthday. We usually decorate our kitchen with banners and streamers on birthdays, but since we were gone, Juliana and Jeff decorated my car last night to surprise me this morning. Aren’t they cute? I should have taken a picture!!
We spent the day in Lake Tahoe again and journeyed back home in time for a surprise chocolate cake and visit with April and Steve and the girls.

We had breakfast at The Old Post Office on the North Shore with my Aunt and Uncle, and my mom and dad. I loved being together with everyone and the breakfast was delicious! If you’re looking for a hearty breakfast, in a cozy, family diner setting with friendly service, you should visit this place.
I opened my birthday cards and presents and after breakfast, we took a drive to the South Shore with my parents to walk near the water before heading home. We stopped by Camp Richardson, at the Tallac Historic Site and beach area, where we hung out 5 years ago. I loved the colored sand and calm beachfront and was so tempted to go paddle again, especially since it wasn’t windy here. We couldn’t stay long as we needed to get back home at a decent hour.

Just having fun being dry and balanced on the water!!
We said goodbye to my parents and took off for home, listening to the USA vs Ghana World Cup game details on XM radio and loving that the USA won 2-1! We also listened to my new CDs that Juliana and Jeff picked out for me for my birthday.
I loved reading all the lovely Facebook messages and texts and emails with birthday wishes and love and memories. Thank you for sharing this day with me and making the car ride fun!
My birthday ended with my other family coming over with birthday cake to celebrate together. I received a very special gift in a jar. It had a play date coupon inside, for just me and my little friend Jessie, that was hand painted with some great ideas for our date together. I can’t wait to redeem it!!
I am the luckiest birthday princess in the world!
I wish you love, peace, & happiness every day, that is my birth-day wish for you! Namaste.
I just want to recognize all the men who love their wives and girlfriends and children and their adopted kids and make this world a better place because of their presence and the love they share.
Happy Dad’s Day to my husband. I loved watching you with our kids on Lake Tahoe today.

Happy Pop’s Day to my pops. I loved spending the day with you and mom and my family on the water.
Life is good and I am thankful for the men in my life! I love you.
Some of my large extended family chose to meet up in Lake Tahoe today. Not everyone could make it, but several of us traveled to meet up for a few hours and it was good! Lake Tahoe is a majestic place.

My aunt and uncle own The Old Post Office restaurant on the North Shore. They opened up their restaurant for our private party and cooked for all of us. We had delicious ribs, chicken in a brown mushroom sauce, fresh fruit, mixed veggies, bread, smashed potatoes and baked beans. Dinner was filling and fabulous. Thank you for hosting us Aunt Linda and Uncle Frank!!
I loved seeing everyone again and missed seeing several faces too. I got to hold brand new babies and to reconnect with loved ones. I only wish we had more time to share. The night went by so quickly!!
Life is good. Family makes it sweeter!
It fascinates me that in some parts of the world, people are going crazy and celebrating the World Cup this week in Brazil. In the United States, it’s not as big a deal. I’m fascinated by the differences and allegiances and how people can celebrate in such different ways.
Christian and I watched Holland beat Spain 5-1 this afternoon and were very excited to be part of the Dutch spirit. Jeff actually texted from work and had the game on in his office and watched worth ones of his Dutch colleagues.

I loved checking Facebook updates and statuses during the game, especially those from my friends in the Netherlands. It sounded like the excitement just filled the air and everyone was wearing orange and cheering on their national team. I longed to be a pub in Amsterdam and part of the national spirit.
Jeff and I were actually in Holland during the World Cup in 1998. Being in the hot, smoky pubs was unreal. The entire town was on fire and hugging and hooting and hollering. It was a wonderful time to be there and I loved the energy and vibe.
Today I was thankful that Holland beat Spain and that I got to enjoy watching the game with my son.
Life is good. Hup Holland!
I love good service. I love the kindness and connection that comes from people who love what they do and genuinely share their gifts and talents.
Today I had a nail stuck in my tire. I hate it when that happens. I wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. I googled how to remove a nail or screw and watched a youtube video, showing me how to repair my tire from home. I was almost tempted to do it myself. I thought it might be cool to learn something new. But then thought, if I didn’t do it right, I would have been stuck. So instead I went on yelp and looked for tire repairs near my house. I read a great review about an honest company and chose them just because other people trusted them and liked the people that worked there.
This company was great. I drove up without an appointment and they told me to pull my car up to the service bay. A guy came out and started jacking up the front of my car right away. He removed the lug nuts and took off the wheel in 2 minutes. He took the screw out and sprayed water in the spot and nothing bubbled up. Yay! Good news – no puncture!
He put the wheel back on and when his assistant came over to write up the charges, he said there weren’t any because there wasn’t a leak to repair. Seriously? No charges? He didn’t even charge me for looking at it and removing the wheel. I was surprised and thankful. While I was looking for a tip to give him, he disappeared. I only had $2 or $20 in my wallet and I wanted to give him at least $10. I guess I’ll have to go back tomorrow to thank him. The name of the company is Godinez Tires in Sunnyvale if you ever need good, honest service. And they have birds and chickens outside for your entertainment!

The second great service we received was with our family dentist. Dr. Randall Murray is one of the nicest people I know. He is so kind and his leadership shines throughout his office. Everyone is friendly and loving and patient and kind. I’m not even exaggerating. When I called this morning with a broken tooth issue, the receptionist was so sweet and found a spot for us this afternoon. She had a big smile when she greeted us. As we waited in the waiting room, the hygienist came out to see how we were doing, sharing stories about the World Cup, giving the kids hugs and just hanging out with us for a few minutes. Also while we were waiting, an oral surgeon dressed in his scrubs walked in with his patient to introduce her to Dr. Murray. He wanted to be sure she would be well taken care of. These are the type of people Dr. Murray associates with. He finds colleagues who are kind and caring and professional like he is. He referred us to our orthodontist, who is also just like him. They take the time to make a human, real connection, sharing their passion and talents and communicating with us in a way as if they are our friends and partners. This is a great feeling and does create an awesome connection. I never feel like he’s in a hurry or burdened by our requests. As he was looking at Juliana’s tooth, I mentioned that I would like him to check Charlie’s tooth too, as he had mentioned a chip but wasn’t complaining with pain. Dr. Murray took the time to look at his tooth, and realized right away that it would need work. By this time it was 4:15 and we were the last patient. He could have easily asked us to come back, but instead he decided to fix his tooth too right away without an appointment. He said he had a cancellation and was happy to fix it. He went the extra mile and took care of us. We shared stories about our kids and summer vacation and graduation celebrations. We sure got lucky to find such a great dentist and friend.
I’m thankful for good old fashioned service where people still care.
I lost my tennis match tonight. I’m bummed but I’m ok with that.
I won the first set, lost the second set, and then lost 5-7 in the third full set. We played for more than 3 hours. I was not tired and I was determined to win. I did not want to lose and I fought and tried my best and just couldn’t beat my opponent.
She was good and better than me and undefeated. This made me want to win even more. The wind was crazy tonight and I didn’t do a very good job adjusting my game. I was off. My hard hits went out and then I’d try to hit softer so they would stay in and then I’d hit them into the net. So I decided to try lobbing which usually works for me, but the wind would catch my ball and sail it out of bounds. I made a ton of mistakes and I lost.
And it was still a great game. I loved every minute of the match and loved my opponents he was kind and fair and considerate. My head was overthinking and I made several mistakes and my opponent didn’t. She hit hard and consistently and knew where to place it. I admired her and complimented her and wanted to play like she was.
We exchanged numbers at the end because we want to play again when the wind isn’t so crazy and changing our game. We enjoyed the challenging, friendly, competition and want a rematch. She said tonight’s game was one of the most favorite matches she has ever played. I’ll take that as a compliment.
I lost. She won. And it was still good and rewarding and challenging and fun. I love competition and I love when the match was like tonight, hard and good and challenging, neck and neck, while still being friendly and respectful. We both admired each other and the game and that’s what sports should be about. I am content, even in losing because she deserved to win and had great sportsmanlike conduct. I was not as aggressive as she was and played more defensively and conservatively and she won. Fair and square. Congratulations Suzanne. I hope we can play again and thank you for the challenge.
The other best part of the match before I go to bed, is that Juliana came to watch me, support me and to coach me. She sat outside and braved the cold and endured some female hecklers with grace and kindness. She encouraged me and gave me feedback before my third set. I am so lucky to have a daughter who shares my passion and endured three plus hours of sitting outside in the cold, windy air and watching me lose, while crazy women talked crap about my game to her. She is wise beyond her years and I am so in love with the tween that she is and he woman she is becoming. She teaches me new ways of thinking every day and I just admire her. Thanks for being fabulous you, kiddo.
Namaste.