The Cold, The Heat, The GuiltΒ 

Tuesday Sept 4th- 



Morning brought with it an omelette (which I flipped, in the pan, without making a mess and using just a flick of the wrist πŸ’πŸ») post workout and then much blogging, trying to get some recipes proof read by the mother, before I leave for a couple of weeks.

(She reads everything before I post it usually. Fixing confusing things and adding comas where my brain didn’t think to so I am sorry if these posts make less sense then normal πŸ˜œ)

I’d went through my assortment of clothing a few days back, trying to let go of the few things that I’ve hung on too, in hopes of them eventually working out and then never using them anyways πŸ˜

Moms turn to do the same thing, came that morning and I was her audience/judge.

Saying yes or no…or simply making the appropriate faces to show my emotion towards certain pieces, was enough of an answer πŸ˜‹

Lunch was a tasty beef barely soup, one of my favourites πŸ˜„


Though I am not looking forward to winter at all… the fall comfort foods are calling πŸ˜¬πŸ˜‹

The sis and littles came over for a visit and while we did that, Hubster and Mom gave me a pedi πŸ˜‹πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

(Mom did the scrubbing/rubbing and Mike did the french tip painting πŸ™ˆ)

Mom did her best to do my fingernails but with bad lighting and her wearing glasses now… her best…had seen better days πŸ˜πŸ€“


The packing had to begin eventually, though I did push it back until the evening.



It actually wasn’t too bad, as I find two weeks and easy amount of time to pack for.

It’s not just a weekend, where you aren’t exactly sure WHAT you’ll need, you just know you can’t go overly prepared and it’s not sooo lengthy that you’re afraid you won’t have enough space πŸ’πŸ»πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ‘œ


Mike made us girls supper.

Moose smokies and pita bread which sounds odd together maybe, but I enjoyed it πŸ˜πŸ˜‹

Some bran muffins were cooked off, buttered and bagged for us to take with the next day and sandwiches made.

It sucks to be hungry mid-flight and not want to pay for silly airplane food, so I wanted to be prepared 😎😜

The alarm was set for 2:00 am the next morning, so bedtime was as early as possible😴






Wednesday Sept 6th – 




Up at 2:00, gone by 2:50.

Coffees, luggage and snacks in hand.

We took off for Minneapolis around 5:30 am and endured a freezing cold, two-hour flight.

I was waiting so intently to get a hot cup of coffee to aid in warming me up but it never came… never came…never came…

Turns out, the only solid sleep I got was in those five minutes they serve drinks πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„

We landed and first things first, asked a nice airport man the quickest route to Chick-Fil-A …we had to start off being in the U.S, the best way we knew how.



With nuggets and sauce 😏

…and fries and a delicious biscuit with grape jelly πŸ˜³


Never before have I felt so much guilt while eating as that first ‘real’ meal post my two weeks of healthiness 😬

But it was SO delicious 🀀


Next, coffee.

A large, dark roast from Starbucks was ordered and then we found ourselves some seats to wait out the 5 hour duration ⏰

It’s not the nicest amount of time to wait but nor is it the worst, when in an airport like Minneapolis.

I got to check out some stores and I wanted to buy this whole little book series πŸ˜‚


This book seemed cool too 😜



The next flight was a tad chilly as well but I got my coffee and cookies so it wasn’t as unpleasant as the first and being cold wasn’t a problem anymore once we stepped out of the airport in Phoenix and were greeted by stifling (though good) heat πŸ˜¬



Mikes parents were also greeted for the first time in 5 months and we were driven to the house we would be staying at with them and the grandparents and given a tour of what would be our surroundings for the next while πŸ˜Š

A tour which included John taking me to the fridge and showing me a row of fizzy iced tea!😍


And a bag of popcorn on the counter πŸ˜‰πŸΏ


He may be a silent sort of man… but he don’t miss a thing πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‹


We settled in and had pizza for supper.

All the things I hadn’t eaten in two weeks, pretty much consumed in one day 😬

Mike and I went for a walk in the hot evening weather and then I did some of the work out moves I could remember back at the house, in hopes that the nuggets and sauce, biscuit and jelly, muffins, sandwiches and pizza… wouldn’t stick around to stay and that I’d feel less guilt ridden when eating out in the upcoming days 😬😜

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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