My street dog (yes, she lives on our street, doesn't really belong to anyone, but I call her mine because she will come running from the other end of the street to greet me with her waggin' tail and some lovin') steals food from the neighborhood idols. I think she knows they don't really want to eat what the people give them. She probably pees on them too. The idols, not the people.
My auntie who wears beautiful bright sarees everyday put on her husband's tobaggan....crooked. She looked like a gangster dressed for a fancy banquet.
The remedies that people here suggest when you're sick.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Goodbye Friend!
June '07 when our friend from Ark. came.
July '07, T-land
This was an adventurous day.
Ready to go!
I think you fell out :)
Goodbye friends and City of Sewer and Sweat!
Guitar Hero
A-MAZE-ING! Sunny's is the place to eat! Farewell dinner....and dessert too!...oh, and bread before the meal with some tasty butter!
This post is a tribute to my friend and teammate who is returning home after a job well done. Goodbye friend!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
two posts in one day....consider yourself lucky
Once again I'm posting today. This is only happening because something really REALLY funny just happened and I want to write it down so on days that I'm down I can come to my website and listen to my favorite songs and laugh 'til I cry or fall in the floor or both.
My friend's brother, who is my same age, has taken to treating me just like he does his sisters. He calls all of us fat and lazy and makes all sorts of insults and jokes.
A couple of weeks ago I was at my friend's house when I saw a rather large mouse scurry past me. I kinda jumped a little and told the brother about how we treat mice in
America. I said, "You know, in America, we probably scream when we see one of those in the house. Then, we kill it somehow." His reply was, "Oh, every house should have a mouse. They are harmless. They just roam here and there, and they might nibble on a biscuit (cookie) if you leave them one." I countered, "No, they are dirty and carry diseases, but whatever."
Several times since then I've noticed their friend roaming about the house, but didn't say anything more.
Tonight, he (the mouse) came out of the Pooja (worship) room and ran around the brother's feet. He was so scared. He jumped and almost let out a scream. SO FUNNY! Guess that'll teach him not to make fun of me!
My friend's brother, who is my same age, has taken to treating me just like he does his sisters. He calls all of us fat and lazy and makes all sorts of insults and jokes.
A couple of weeks ago I was at my friend's house when I saw a rather large mouse scurry past me. I kinda jumped a little and told the brother about how we treat mice in
America. I said, "You know, in America, we probably scream when we see one of those in the house. Then, we kill it somehow." His reply was, "Oh, every house should have a mouse. They are harmless. They just roam here and there, and they might nibble on a biscuit (cookie) if you leave them one." I countered, "No, they are dirty and carry diseases, but whatever."
Several times since then I've noticed their friend roaming about the house, but didn't say anything more.
Tonight, he (the mouse) came out of the Pooja (worship) room and ran around the brother's feet. He was so scared. He jumped and almost let out a scream. SO FUNNY! Guess that'll teach him not to make fun of me!
hmm....does this work?
So I added some of my favorite songs for your listening pleasure (actually, probably listening torture!). However, I'm not sure if it works right....so bear with me while I fix it....it may be a while as I don't really know how to fix it. Any suggestions?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Warning: You may become bored if you read this!
My best friend Sheley asked me to post this, so here goes.....
Since vacation (actually before vacation too) I've been working on an Excel spreadsheet that has about 5,000 entries. I'm trying to help sort out who's who in this place so that we can effectively develop strategies to reach those who haven't heard the Good News and to make sure no one is left out.
A couple of Christmas programs, one at an orphanage and another with some slum children. (There was this one girl, and she was SOOOO cute....too bad I didn't have my camera!)
Spending time with the family I posted about who gave me a birthday party. Except this week they're "out of station" because they went to find my friend a match in a big city up north. And my roomate is out of station too......so I'm all alone.
This past weekend my sweet Auntie and Uncle from a city up north came to visit, and a friend from a relatively close city came too. One night I went to dinner with Auntie and Uncle, and we got a taxi for a couple of hours to transport us to and from the place. I had to call the taxi driver to give him directions and again to tell him we were ready to go home. (This means he now knows my phone #....grrrr). He took me home, then Auntie and Uncle. Then, he called me to say, "Auntie and Uncle drop-ped." Shew.....that was harmless. Not so much, the next night he called me 20 times....after I was asleep...after midnight. Stalker #2, I'm not impressed, I'm annoyed. If you call again I may say something not nice.
For Christmas: Tomorrow I'm helping to gift wrap sarees to give to some CSW (commercial sex workers.....this is a better word than prostitute I'm told) through a women's ministry in the town. I'm working on getting together a couple of buckets for my neighbors with some basic food supplies and stuff. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day I'll spend with my supervisors at their house.
Next...say goodbye to a teammate who's returning to the States, then I'm off to a nearby country to renew my visa.
Since vacation (actually before vacation too) I've been working on an Excel spreadsheet that has about 5,000 entries. I'm trying to help sort out who's who in this place so that we can effectively develop strategies to reach those who haven't heard the Good News and to make sure no one is left out.
A couple of Christmas programs, one at an orphanage and another with some slum children. (There was this one girl, and she was SOOOO cute....too bad I didn't have my camera!)
Spending time with the family I posted about who gave me a birthday party. Except this week they're "out of station" because they went to find my friend a match in a big city up north. And my roomate is out of station too......so I'm all alone.
This past weekend my sweet Auntie and Uncle from a city up north came to visit, and a friend from a relatively close city came too. One night I went to dinner with Auntie and Uncle, and we got a taxi for a couple of hours to transport us to and from the place. I had to call the taxi driver to give him directions and again to tell him we were ready to go home. (This means he now knows my phone #....grrrr). He took me home, then Auntie and Uncle. Then, he called me to say, "Auntie and Uncle drop-ped." Shew.....that was harmless. Not so much, the next night he called me 20 times....after I was asleep...after midnight. Stalker #2, I'm not impressed, I'm annoyed. If you call again I may say something not nice.
For Christmas: Tomorrow I'm helping to gift wrap sarees to give to some CSW (commercial sex workers.....this is a better word than prostitute I'm told) through a women's ministry in the town. I'm working on getting together a couple of buckets for my neighbors with some basic food supplies and stuff. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day I'll spend with my supervisors at their house.
Next...say goodbye to a teammate who's returning to the States, then I'm off to a nearby country to renew my visa.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Happy Birthday to me!
Someone once told me that for your birthday you get to celebrate as many days as the number of years you turn. Well, since I turned 23 this year, that means that I get to celebrate 23 days! Woo hoo! So, day 1 was a week before my birthday, and days 2-8 I celebrated at the beach. Tonight, my family here had a little celebration for me. Birthday customs are a little different here....but fun! My brother bought a cake on his way home from work that said "Happy Birthday to Rozy"
My sisters were there, as well as several other friends. I had to sit in front of the cake and they placed a really big candle in the center and lit it. I was waiting for them to sing first, but they were waiting for me to blow out the candle first, so they were yelling at me to blow out the candle.
I did; they sang.
Next, I cut one slice out of the cake and fed everyone a bite (all from that same piece).
Then, my friend fed me some of the cake.
Next, several of them smeared icing on my face....gross.
Last, we ate a tasty dinner together. They also gave me a present, but I sat it on the table while I went to wash my face and when I came back...I guess they couldn't stand the suspense of what was inside.....they had opened it for me!
I was tagged....blah
So I really don't enjoy things like email forwards, chain letters, or anything that you have to do and pass to the next person. I normally ignore them or delete them. My cousin Nicole recently tagged me in "7 random/weird things meme", so I'll oblige, but I won't post the rules or tag anyone else. Sorry.
1. After living in this country, I'm sure there are lots of weird things about me. For one, I really like to eat tomato sauce (ketchup) on everything. It's really good on scrambled eggs and on pizza.
2. I'm super afraid of monkeys. They are not cute. They almost make me stop breathing.
3. I really like to get lost. Take me somewhere and leave me. I love the challenge of finding my way back, or to somewhere.
4. I tend to bobble my head when I talk. In this place, that's not weird, but for you guys back in the States, I'm sure you can't look at me without laughing.
5. I really love eating with my hands, especially rice. I'm not sure if I can remember how to use a fork and knife. And I really love to mix everything together.
6. At times my emotions (I'm not a very emotional person) get mixed up....I may cry when I'm angry, or laugh hysterically when I'm nervous.
7. At one time when I was a kid, we had 20 dogs. My dad raised beagles for rabbit hunting. A couple of the dogs had puppies at the same time.
So there are probably more weird things about me, but either I don't notice them, I'm putting a mental block on them, or they're just too weird to post.
1. After living in this country, I'm sure there are lots of weird things about me. For one, I really like to eat tomato sauce (ketchup) on everything. It's really good on scrambled eggs and on pizza.
2. I'm super afraid of monkeys. They are not cute. They almost make me stop breathing.
3. I really like to get lost. Take me somewhere and leave me. I love the challenge of finding my way back, or to somewhere.
4. I tend to bobble my head when I talk. In this place, that's not weird, but for you guys back in the States, I'm sure you can't look at me without laughing.
5. I really love eating with my hands, especially rice. I'm not sure if I can remember how to use a fork and knife. And I really love to mix everything together.
6. At times my emotions (I'm not a very emotional person) get mixed up....I may cry when I'm angry, or laugh hysterically when I'm nervous.
7. At one time when I was a kid, we had 20 dogs. My dad raised beagles for rabbit hunting. A couple of the dogs had puppies at the same time.
So there are probably more weird things about me, but either I don't notice them, I'm putting a mental block on them, or they're just too weird to post.
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