It's HUGE!

I have a new word

Brobdingnagian

go look it up in the dictionary

I feel special, oh so special!

So today was my first day out witnessing/tooling since I've gotten here. Yeh yeh, I know, I've been here for one month and haven't gone out witnessing/tooling? Well, let's just say that I don't get out much and leave it at that.
Ok so I go out with Jason (mexican national that speaks english that I barely understand) and we get dropped off not so far away so we won't get lost, but still in an area with not that many shops or anything.
So we make do with what we have, and go to the first plaza we find, go to a few shops there, and Jason stifles laughs whenever I say something in spanish (he's making fun of me, I know it).
I have limited spanish, and he has limited english, we barely understand each other, and we both have to repeat what we say a few times before the other gets what your saying, so finally we almost get to where we understand each other, after almost a full day of witnessing/tooling.
Anyhow, we finish the plaza, or at least all the stores that don't look busy, or don't look like their stingy, and we move on, down the street, in the direction of home, coming across a few more shops, not everyone said yes, and not everyone said no.
It was fine for a first day out for me, he's been out before, but yeh, not basically by himself (I don't count for much because I don't speak spanish yet, but I will try when I know more).
So we realize that a lot of shops are closing, and or are too busy watching Mexico get beaten by Argentina, so we decide to provision food. He tells me its my turn to do something, I laugh, he trys to convince me, I say I don't speak spanish, and they don't speak english, he rolls his eyes and plunges into the abyss...I mean restaurant.
First one says no, so we go on to another one, they say yes, and give us a little bit of yummy food, we sit there a while, watching the game, then decide to leave, thanking the sweet lady that gave us food.
We decide to try provisioning more food at another place, they say yes, and we sit down, they gave us more yummy food with carne, it was good. We watch the rest of the game, or what we thought was the rest of the game and thank the people and start our trek back home.
We finally get home after getting picked up by a sweet lady, and stopping at the store because she said she was only going to take 10 minutes, she took 20, but we still got a ride basically all the way home, YAY! Ok so we were out for I dunno, 5 hours or so, and put in our stats, and Marcos gives us our 10%, whoo hoo, money! The first since I've gotten here, 12 pesos! I feel special, I really do, and I'm not mocking, its money and if I do this again, it'll add up.

(ok I know this was a boring post, I was bored, and yeh, thought that my first day out witnessing was worth posting about, but I think I've just bored myself to death, and can only imagine what I've done to you, heh, so I'm going now.)

Happy Father's Day!

I'd just like to wish my Dad a happy fathers day.
I know I'm not the best daughter, I wasn't always nice to you, I had my battles and trials about you being the father figure in my life instead of my real Papa, but you did good.
You put up with me, you waited patiently for me to finally come around and see you as something other than the big bad guy all the time(even though I'm sure sometimes you were ready to chortle me). And you taught me many things which I will never forget.

Such as:
How to make fried egg sandwhiches
Practice makes perfect (or pretty close to it)
How to mark my bible
To put God's will first

And many other things, those are just a few that came off the top of my head.
So all this to say, I hope that you have a wonderful day, that you'll see this post sometime, and know that I love you, though I tend to hide it a lot, and that I'll always remember and appreciate that you were there for me probably through the toughest spots of my life.

Excitement of the evening

So I was sitting here quietly on my computer when suddenly I hear blood curdling screams coming from somewhere in the house.
Then laughter, so I think to myself, "Somebody probably just scared someone half to death, and thats the cause of the scream."
So that being solved, I continue what I was doing.
Then, more screams, this time they don't sound like someone scared them out of their minds, they sound as if something else scared them out of their minds, and judging from the scuffle I hear going on, its probably not human either.
So I decide to ignore it a while longer, being as I don't want to get caught up in the middle of things. But then curiosity takes the toll on me when I hear a few more screams coming from the kitchen area. So I decide to investigate.
So I creep out of my room...treading causciously so as not to be attacked by whatever they are facing. I reach the entrance to the kitchen, and slowly walk down the steps.
There's a scuffle going on in the kitchen, and it looks like things are getting messy. Kitchen table here, chairs strewn across the floor. Juan running in and out of the kitchen yelling, little Johnny grinning and doing the same thing, and Suzy probably with a broom in her hands. Looked like quite the excitement.
I grin and slowly ask whats the matter. They all just look at me for a second, then Juan gestures to me to go back out.
I look to my right and there behind the safety of the glass door stands all the women, besides Suzy of course (she knows how to take care of her own). And they start telling me to get out of the kitchen as well. I just look at them, and ask them calmly about what's happening.
They tell me its a rat.
A rat in the kitchen? Noo....surely we would have come across it sooner. But if it is indeed one it sure picked a good time to come out of hiding.
I decide to retreat back to my room, don't want some rat running over my room anyways.
Later Terry comes in and tells me breathlessly, "We got it, and it wasn't a rat."
"Really?" I ask him, "So what was it?"
"A Possum."
Great, I wonder, so how did that get in the house. But I kept wondering to myself.
Terry leaves the room a few minutes later, then Juan pokes his head in the room, gesturing me to come see their catch of the day. I avidly shake my head a vicious no. He smiles and leaves, leaving the door open.
Then a minute later he comes back in with, you guessed it, the possum, in a cage though. So I'm safe. Great, now we have a possum for a pet? Don't tell me its true. Do you know how many diseases those animals probably carry? Enough to make start itching.
So they decide against the plan of keeping the possum, or maybe it wasn't a plan after all, they perhaps just wanted to see my reaction about the possibility of it being a pet. Anyways, they take it outside of our property and took it on a long walk.
To where?
I don't know.
What did they do with it?
Same answer


Will post pictures that Terry got with my camera later, I'm too lazy at the moment

Where's my privacy?

So my room has been taken over today by avid world cup viewers during my quiet time.
I guess the saying "no rest for the wicked" holds true. Man did I want a little nap today. But its not gonna be...unless by a miracle the electricty goes out for a while, as it has been doing quite regularly lately. But usually only at night. Oh well.
So I'm subject to dialogue in "espanol" while I try to think, and type this post out. Maybe it will fade in the background soon and I can finally drift off to sleep. But for some reason, it doesn't seem plausible. Maybe later...or maybe I'll just crash somewhere else for a change, while I try to stifle my glares in their direction.
Oh its really no big a deal...I just am kinda tired and love to exagerate things when I'm tired, and annoyed, and just finished cooking for the last couple of hours, so yes, exageration takes its toll on my writing.
I really should stop soon, but theres not much else to do, except try to find some other comfortable place to crash till quiet time ends...which is like in an hour or something.
So I'm off to find a happy place, away from all this world cup business.

Why pick that one?

What I don't get is Pinata's.
Parents pick out their childs favorite cartoon character and then fill it with candy so that the child can beat it up till it all falls out. Why does the kid even want to beat his favorite character up? Just because there is candy in it? Hrm...I still don't get it.
Why not pick some character that the kid really hates then have him/her beat it up. Then they will actually have some point other than candy to beat the thing up. Or do they just get some sorta weird pleasure out of seeing their favorite character torn to shreds, just for the little treats inside. Or maybe their favorite character isn't really as special to them as a bit of candy is.
Myself if I was every given the opportunity of beating the crap out of something a pinata, and had the choice of what kind of pinata I wanted to beat up, I wouldn't pick my favorite character, or anything that in any way resembled cute. Maybe an ugly version of my favorite character, but not the one that really looks like it.


This maybe, because it just looks bad, and doesn't even look like the character its supposed to be. I mean look at it, its hideous, I would be happy to beat something like that up because its just discusting looking and doesn't deserve anything else but be beaten up. At least you get something good like candy out of the process of beating it up. Its gotta pay off for something. Right?



But definately not this one, its just too cute, and it definately looks like him. I wouldn't want to beat him up just for some candy, heck I wouldn't even buy the thing, because I wouldn't even need it to beat up. But still, its the thought that counts.

I'm not saying by any means that spongebob is my favorite character, just one that I really like. And it would just be sad to watch it be decimated just for some pieces of candy that I could buy a bag of or get some ugly thing that I wouldn't mind the thought of beating it up.

But also buying a pinata is a waste of money anyways, and instills in children that you should beat something up to get what you want. Now do you want your child thinking like that? No, so save your money and just buy the candy.