Male Bonding

A story about our encounter with a father and son bonding over my favorite thing in the world: Legos.

Dear Optimists,

If you read this blog at all, you already know I have a bit of an affinity – oh heck let’s call it what it is – an obsession with Legos. Well, this past weekend I had a $20 gift card to Toys-R-Us and wanted the cool Creator Log Cabin and was in the aisle looking for it when I saw a father/son by the little bagged figures. Do you know them? They’re in a bag and you have no idea which one you get. It’s fun and I definitely buy them when I see them on sale.


So I walk into the aisle and this father and his son have about twenty of the bags laid out on a shelf. I quickly figure out they’re going for the Feel the bag and guess which one is in it theory (which seldom works…I was trying to get the monkey trainer for the longest time but apparently the girl-hair part feels like a monkey), so Elle and I joined them. I wanted her to see the new series (she pretends to care because she loves me).

I said to Elle, “I really want the robot.” The little kid, who had thick glasses, looked up. The dad laughed. “That’s the one we’re trying to get!” “I can understand that…it’s the best one.” “We also want the leprechaun” the kid said to me. We had a little talk with them and I admitted it took luck to get the monkey trainer (yes, I did finally get it) and we had a nice talk with the kid and his dad. It really warms my heart, seeing a moment like this. The dad and son, working together and chasing down these toys, it’s one of those memories the kid will have forever. I hope to be that dad someday.

They ended up in line behind us as I was buying the log cabin (yup! got it!) and as we walked to our car I heard a voice say “Excuse me!” from the van next to our car. I look over and it’s the kid in the back seat.

“We got the robot!” he yelled. His dad and I both laughed, and I said “That’s awesome. I’m jealous now!”

What a trip to the toy store, huh?

Love,
Den

Waiting for Spring

Dear Optimists,

Even though I love Autumn, and adore the icecold Winter Wonderland we’ve been experiencing here in Denmark; I can’t wait for Spring.

It’s gorgeous to see everything starting to bloom, wonderful to breathe in the smell of Spring time, and to look at all the different animals and bugs that wake up and come out to play.

Except for one bug, of course.

I’m so scared of butterflies that my drawing lines become thicker!

So, Optimists, what animal/bug is your least favourite?

Love,
Nadia.

P.S. You have no idea how long it took me to draw up that scary thing! What I don’t do for you, dear Optimists.

Tomorrow!

Dear Optimists,

Have you ever noticed your own reaction when you’ve seen a good movie? You can feel yourself changing into a better person, you’ve got all this energy you can’t wait to use, and you feel overly excited?

I got that feeling when I saw Eat Pray Love for the first time. It really changed me into something better; I wanted to travel, to live, to become a munk, and eat lots of gelati in Italy. I said to myself:

After I saw Fame, Step It Up 3DHoney, and every freaking dance movie existing – I was like:

Every week, after watching Californication on Showtime, I turn into an upcoming author:

Unfortunately, I always end up like this:

What movie’s changed you recently?

Love,
Nadia.

I Wish I Could…

Dear Optimists,

We all spend some of our time wishing, right? Some wish they could fly, some wish they would meet their special someone, everyone has a wish.

I’ve been trying to think of something I could wish for. Weird, right? I should just know. Am I that optimistic that I love my life, as is? I have to try harder. Let me think…

…okay I have it. I wish I were a often-read author. I wish I could go out to a table at a book signing and there are a hundred people waiting to meet me. No, wait, a thousand people. And the publisher would send me on a worldwide tour, all-expenses paid, that stops in some amazing, beautiful countries…Denmark (so I can meet Nadia), England, France, Spain, Iceland, Italy…wherever. There…that’s my wish.

What’s yours?

Love,

Den

Guest Post: 21 Going on 12

Dear Optimists,

It’s funny when people underestimate your age. I personally like it, but it gets so awkward when people over-underestimate it! I’m 21 already, but have got myself mistaken as a 12-year-old a lot; dozens of times actually!!

I will never forget two years ago, while shopping with my mom, a man of my father’s age came by and asked me to try a jacket… he said, “Would you please try this? It’s for my daughter, she’s of your age, 12 years.” Then he patted my shoulder, thinking I was a 12-year-old kid!! I swear, I couldn’t utter a word; I silently pulled myself out, leaving him wondering what his mistake was! My mother couldn’t stop laughing when I told her!!

I also remember when I missed my flight last year and the woman at the check-in desk called the plane crew telling them they have left a 12 year-old child alone at the airport!!

Love,

Sara of The Accidental Blog

P.S: My sister insisted on drawing me that tiny; she’s younger, yet taller than I! If I were good with drawing I would’ve drawn myself taller!

Early Morning Horror

Dear Optimists,

There’s nothing like watching a horror movie in the early morning as I eat breakfast before work. Here it was, 6:30 A.M. and my television ends up on one of my favorites, 28 Days Later. I ate Cheerios with little banana pieces as I watched bloody, disease-ridden people try to eat other people.

What a morning.

Love,
Den

Bambi

Dear Optimists,

As many have noticed the Clerk of the Weather has given the world tons of snow. Denmark is experiencing what feels like a minus a million degrees – and even though I do enjoy being able to feel my own face when being outside and being able to breathe without having my lungs turning into ice cubes, I do love me some snow!

In my opinion, snow is a necessity when it’s cold outside. Cold weather without any snow is just stupid.

So I took my dog, Camma, and Mum out iceskating. It was hilarious to see Camma acting like an insecure Bambi on ice. I couldn’t stop pointing and laughing my arse off.

Speaking of laughing “my arse off” – during one of Camma’s Bambi-stunts she slided at a great pace directly into me. I went flying and fell directly on my fallen off arse. Ouch!


(Drawing’s supposed to be moving -if it’s not? Go HERE!)

Karma’s a bitch.

Love,
Nadia.

With or without a voice

Dear Optimists,

Have you ever considered what your life would be if you weren’t able to speak at all? Have you noticed how dependent we are of our ability to talk?

I lost my voice last Sunday (I’ve been suffering from false croup) – and even though I tend to lose my voice completely about twice a year, it never fails to amaze me how much our world is based on being able to communicate with one another.

Luckily, I found my voice lying around somewhere under the couch on Friday – about time, I must add, because people were getting tired of my weird gestures nobody seemed to understand and afterwards waiting for me to write down whatever I had to say.

But even though I found it, it seems to have forgotten that it used to belong to a 25-year-old female:

With or without a voice – I’m still ill. But now it’s way easier to ask my boyfriend to fix me soup/buy me sweets/caress me/change the channel because I’m definitely way too weak to do it myself! 😉

Love,
Nadia.

A little piece of Heaven

Dear Optimists,

The postman came! My boyfriend slept on the couch to make sure that he heard him knock on our door while I was at the university. He volunteered. I swear!

When I arrived home I hurried to open the package. That was when I noticed the plastic screen protector-thingy.

What was even more fantastic was the fact that there was one on the front and one on the back.

Sometimes I scare myself. But it’s the smaller things in life that counts, right?

Love,
Nadia.

PS. I’m still waiting for my SIM card, which means I can’t use this little piece of Heaven…

Guest Post Wednesday: A Thank-You email

Dear Optimists,

You might remember Carolynn the Dyer, the lovely lady who won our 100th post contest?

She won a hand-painted one-of-a-kind watercolour by me, Nadia. Not too long ago we received a Thank-You email from her, which reminded us why we do this (just like every single comment from you guys reminds us!):

Dear Nadia and Den,

I got the drawing in the mail today. What timing! You see, I’m in charge of a major activity at church tonight, and just this morning I realized that about half the things I thought were completed hadn’t even been started yet.

It’s been Stress Central Station over here ever since.

Anyway, I was running around like a squirrel on entirely too much caffeine, going to dash off to the store for (yet another) something I forgot, when I heard the mailman at the door–with a package. Package! Who doesn’t love that? Better yet, it had your picture in it, all smiling and lovely. It got me to stop, breathe, and just… smile.

Thank you, you lovely people!

Love,
Carolynn

It’s prettier in real life. We’re less orange-y.

Thank you, Carolynn.
Nadia & Den.