Look, I don't know what I'm talking about and there isn't a person in this room who can tell me I do

Did someone say nachos? Yep, that's right, I can upload pictures now, and I have a million billion, so you're not going to see them all on my blog. However, this one is for my favourite breadtangle (my only breadtangle). I saw this my first full day in the US and just had to take a photo.

I got a bit lost driving today, but it's all a part of the experience. I have done sooooooooo much driving, it's just not funny. I'm sure all the other motorists are scared out of their minds, not that any of them drive well either. They take no notice of speed limits (rendering them speed suggestions), and they believe that they are the most important people on the road. Mothers picking up kids in 4WDs are the worst. The ones in Australia are tame in comparison.

American food is growing on me a little. There are subtle differences in everything, and the bread is really sweet. I hope I don't get used it, I like the bread at home. I really like American ice cream. The type we buy is sold in pints, and they're managable enough to be eaten by a single person. I'll let you know when I devour a whole one in a sitting. I'm waiting to feel really, really homesick before I do that. (I ate Maccas in the heart of New York. Am I tragic enough for you? They call that a "medium" meal>>>>>)



Speaking of homesick, I'm surprised I haven't really felt it that badly. I woke up the other morning and wanted to be at home, but that was just because I didn't want to be responsible for waking up 3 grouchy teenagers (no Mum, I was not as bad getting out of bed as these kids are). Other than that I'm starting to plan the places I will go and the things I will see. Cornerstone is looking promising.

Thanks Mum and Dad for sending my stuff. It got here this morning.



Ella, the Brown's last Au Pair has been helping me out this week, and today she left to go and visit her brother in London. She was really good, but now I'm flying solo. We'll see how I go. The kids are good enough if you aren't waking them up for school in the morning.



Now, I'm used to being told I look quite young. In fact people guess my age as about 15 or 16, which is fine by me, but yesterday and today I have faced both extremes in people questioning my age. Yesterday the children's grandfather asked me if I went to school with Caroline (who is 11). I've never been told I looked that young. Then, not 2 hours ago I was asked if I was Elizabeth's mother (Liz is 15). This is one bizarre country.



So that's what I've been up to of late. I guess there's not much else to say except: