Just the little stuff.....

Forgot to mention that Stuart actually ate one of the infamous fertilized eggs. Okay, he took a bite. Just one. For those horrified by the idea, I've left the picture off. For those who want proof, click on over to flickr.
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Being housed in the University's so-called guest house dormitory, everyone knows where we are. This brings about more than a few visitors, some who simply walk by while staring intently into our room, only to notice the gate less than 3 meters in front of them. Lucky for them, they get to turn around, walk slowly by and stare in again. It's like having a constantly changing cast of Peeping Tom's.

Others get brave and just knock on my door or invite themselves in. Like the drunk fellows who showed up a couple nights ago, Becky was over and they just came into my room. "Can we speak to you for a minute? I want to practice my English." I didn't have much choice since he was already in and heading toward my bed to sit down. Fine, I sighed and resigned myself to

another exchange about the same ol' things.

"You have two children?"
"Yep, there they are," I answer gesturing at the two of them staring at me
wondering: who are these men?
"Where is your husband?"
"I don't have
one."
"I don't believe you."
"Okay. But it's true. I'm not married. No
husband."
"I do not believe you." Pause. "You have children. You
must have husband."
"No, I don't."
"But you are wearing rings. Only wear
rings if married."
Funny thing is, I'm not wearing a ring on my wedding
ring finger. I wear a ring made from a baby fork on my right index and two
silver bands on my right ring finger and one on my middle left.
"No, I just
like rings. I don't have a husband."
"Hmm." Pause. "What do you eat for breakfast?"

From our discussion, I learned that the white bread we eat and the milk we drink is what keeps our skin white. Actually, to his utter disbelief, I'm pretty sure that the color of my food does not equal the color of my skin. You are what eat means something entirely different.

I know that may come as a shock to some, but I pretty sure science will back me up on this one.
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Speaking of white and delightsome, a woman was kind enough to inform me yesterday that I am ugly and dark. I've been eagerly awaiting this day, to be honest. No longer are women clamoring to touch my arms or my kids' arms. We've darkened up, lost our so-called beauty and it makes me so happy. The fascination with pale skin horrifies me, quite honestly. Sure, the girl in me wants to be pretty, but when it's based on something as superificial as the pigment of my skin? No thank you. I'll be "ugly" any day.
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We saw a shirt at the market that said "I pray like a girl." I'm assuming it meant to say "I play like a girl," but either way I'm not quite sure what it means.
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And in the good news dept.: I got another package from my folks with another school book for the kids and a bunch of little snacks. Yum! Cheez-Its and those Sweet-N-Salty bars. Even though they don't suit our taste buds like they used to, it still is so nice to get a taste of "home." Best thing in the package? Jiffy-Pop popcorn. Oh yeah. Now that's a treat. Thanks Mom and Dad.
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And in the sad news dept.: My grandfather is dying, quite literally. We're all hoping he'll go soon as he's in a lot of pain and simply miserable. But while I want him to go painlessly and easily, I don't really want him to go at all. And mostly, I feel bad that I cannot say good bye in person.
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Life. What a crazy thing it is.