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A Little Book Issue

Published by Sula H.

Did you know I had a book I didn’t have? Sounds complicated? Well, it’s actually not that complicated unless you choose to make it complicated. So, here’s the issue: A couple of months ago, I found a textbook in my mailbox. No idea who it belonged to or where it came from so I left it sitting in my mailbox, probably wishing it would just go away on its own. Of course it didn’t, since no one’s allowed to take anything from our mailboxes. So, after months of carefully watching the textbook, I decided to face the problem, and I took the book with me. But then I ended up having to books. So what do you do with a duplicate version of a textbook? I thought I’d better get rid of one of them. Then the other day, I get an email telling me, someone had found my textbook (mine, because they are all nicely numbered, a fact that had quite slipped my mind when I first took the mailbox textbook). So I quickly …

A Week of Meetings

Published by Sula H.

Work is about to begin, and for us that means we have to sit through a week full of meetings – not as much fun, if you’ve heard most of everything five times already, but then – what’s life without its little trials, right? And what about the positive side of it? At least you get to see your colleagues whom you have been separated from for a whole long winter holiday – more than you ever get to see them anytime else. Happy everyday, dear colleagues!

A Good Argument

Published by Sula H.

With the holidays in full swing, and the students all gone, nothing much happens around here, except in the dining hall, where most of my interaction takes place these days. So, of course, I wasn’t much surprised the other day, when all of a sudden Santa Clause strayed into the dining hall when I had just sat down for dinner. Well, granted, he was a rather small-sized version of Santa, and I did prefer to call him Sam Clause, because he usually goes by the name of Sam (if he’s not occupied trying to fill Santa’s big boots that is). Sam Clause, however, wasn’t too happy with us calling him anything related to Santa, despite the evidence of the hat he was wearing, and when I asked him why not, he said, “I’m not Santa Clause, because I’m too little!” Ah, now that, you know, is a really good argument, I have to admit. And thinking about it now, who am I to argue with a witty little six-year old, even if looks a lot …

A Happy New Year

Published by Sula H.

Yes, yes, it’s coming a day late, but with the move of MistyHilltops.com and all, there wasn’t really much I could do. But now, I can actually take the time to wish everyone another happy new year! At least in my part of the world, we get to celebrate new year’s twice each year, and who doesn’t mind having an extra reason to celebrate? Anyhow, to all those who mind about Spring Festival, I wish a great and wonderful holiday season! PS. And don’t forget to eat your dumplings. PPS. Oh wait a minute. That was yesterday.

Welcome …

Published by Sula H.

We finally made the big move, and are proud to share with you the result of two months’ of preparation at last. But before I go on sharing with you some of the exciting new features at MistyHilltops.com, I want to express my heartfelt thanks to my sister who made all of this possible! Hugs, sister! What’s New You’ll find the new MistyHilltops.com is quite different from the old. Not only did we try to give this site a fresh and simplified look, but we also worked hard to make the navigation through this site a lot easier. Now, instead of lots of different parts to this site, you will see that this site has four main sections: My personal blog (where I’ll continue to share stories from life) The photo gallery (related to my personal blog) The Digiscrap Corner (where you’ll find tons of inspiration just like you’ve gotten used to) And an all new scrapbooking portfolio (where you can see samples of my latest scrapbooking designs). And what’s best of all: if …

The Moth Disaster

Published by Sula H.

I’ve got a problem. A big fat problem. Or maybe a tiny fluttery problem? Well, whatever you may call it, it seems to be all over, and no way around it. The problem? A moth problem. Yes, an annoying big fat, tiny fluttery moth problem. What happened was that over the last summer I wasn’t home. And over the summer, some other creatures decided to make my home their home. I realized it, when I first got back home after the summer. But then I had to move, and I thought with that the problems were solved. The moths stayed behind and everything was back in order. Little did I know that the moths didn’t quite agree with that. They decided to move with me to my new place, and decided to remain living in my kitchen cupboard. And even now, after months, and after me mercilessly hunting down every single moth that dares to cross my path – every other day or so … one of them still creeps up on me, and I’m …

The Pancake Mystery

Published by Sula H.

We solved a mystery the other day! The quest was: Why, after probably a year of not serving pancakes for breakfast at all, has our kitchen staff started to serve them again recently? As a matter of fact, they serve them every single day, these days! After lots of thinking and discussing with my colleagues, we’ve come to a conclusion. It’s because of the bread. Yes, that’s right! Because of the bread. You wonder how pancakes have to do with bread? Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention. Recently, the kitchen seems to have run out of bread, because there’s no more bread for us at any of the meals. And I guess they must be thinking that pancakes make a good substitution for bread. After all, they use flower and stuff for both bread and pancakes. So, now it’s waffles and pancakes for breakfast every day. Unless, of course, you prefer fried potatoes and fried something elses.

Showers – At Your Service

Published by Sula H.

My bathroom has turned into a shower service these days. Every day one of my friends is coming around asking for permission to take a shower in my bathroom. The reason? For days the hot water in our buildings has been turned off, and if people want to take a shower, it would have to be an ugly cold shower, and who wants that? Now, the reason circumstances for me are different, and the reason why people ask to take a shower in my place isn’t because my shower is prettier than theirs. I owe that simply to the fact that I’m blessed to have a hot water heater. A nice, big fat water heater that keeps things warm and cozy for me. Unless, of course, someone gets to take a shower before me. Then (like today) I have to wait for hours for the water to be hot again, so that I’m not the one ending up with a cold shower. Brrrr!

Tough Times for Little Heater

Published by Sula H.

Did your parents ever put you in time-out when you did something bad as a child? I know my parents did. Time-out for us was standing in the corner of a room for a while and think about what we’ve done and how that was bad. Well, guess what. Little Heater has returned. And after serving me an hour or two after I got back from the wedding last week (because my apartment was really cold then), it decided to stand in the corner voluntarily. So, there it is now, probably brooding over the fact how it has abandoned me over the last couple of months. I do pity it, a little, watching it standing there so forlorn. But what can I do? With big heater friend AC around, life’s gotten really tough for little guys like Little Heater.

The Flood

Published by Sula H.

I mentioned it last Saturday already. The flood. You see, floods, when they occur outside in nature, are evil enough. Floods in kitchens, however, are another story altogether! And so it happened, that I was walking to lunch Saturday noon, and as soon as I approached the door to the dining hall, I knew something was odd. The door stood open. And that door never stands open voluntarily, mark my words! So, as I walked through that door into the dining hall, I observed other oddities. Like the damp mist wafting through the dining hall. And that sound. The distinct sound of rushing water coming from one of the kitchens. Of course, inside the kitchen it was pitch-black, save the flashlight that was flickering and illuminated a couple of dark heads. And those heads were looking at what was causing the mist, and the sound, and the door to stand open: a broken pipe. And the water coming from it, wasn’t just a little trickle. It sounded like a white-water river was rushing through our …