Welcome to my blog. I write about fitting in, sticking out, and missing the motherland as a serial foreigner.

I'm a real girl!

I had a conference all last weekend, but it was just in Dubai so I only went during the days. (It was this conference, and let it be known that a) I saw a woman with a baby the same age Sterling was a year ago and she said she'd had nothing but smiles from the organizers; and b) the awesome check-in volunteer people asked me where my baby was this year.)

Conferences are so fun. I texted Jeremy the morning of the first day that it was so great to be sitting there learning with like-minded people from all over the region, and he texted back that it was like I'm a real girl! And it was. I am. I took the metro there and everything.

I presented thesis-related research on Saturday and the session went well. Then I came home, and...well. Jeremy ran a 100K race on Friday (race report forthcoming), and we basically tag-teamed childcare on his way in the house and my way out on Saturday morning. So when I walked in the door on Saturday afternoon, the house was a disaster area and the kids were running wild while he lay on the floor in pain and soreness and inability to walk. That popped my "I'm a real girl!" bubble pretty fast as I whipped the house into shape and cleaned and fed the kids.

Yes, conferences are fun, but there are a few things I am mystified by. Such as, audience mobile phones ringing in the middle of someone's presentation. Multiple times. And it takes the audience member longer than five seconds to turn it off, as the ring volume slowly increases. Seriously? Also, audience members taking super low-quality, oddly-angled mobile phone pictures of incomplete PowerPoint slides. Maybe it's the new way to take notes? Also, commenters who think it's their presentation, too.

It was a busy weekend but it was great to be a real girl! As evidenced by this photo taken by Magdalena.

Family photo outtakes

Roses and a pillowcase