December 11, 2008
SMS to me…
Sarah: I keep forgetting! Tell me what you think- flight from Nam to Durban on 15th or from Durban to Nam on January 4th?
Me: Exsqueeze me??! Did you say flight?
Sarah: My parents want to give us plane tickets as a Christmas gift- either going or coming back.
Me: Oh wow! Tell them God bless them for helping us. Parents rock.
Sarah: Yeah I’m supposed to sing you guys a song from them later
* We were going to take the bus from Windhoek to Durban and back. It’s about a 24 hour ride, not including all the things that are bound to delay us along the way.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Never Tear Us Apart
December 7, 2008
BriAnne is going home for Christmas. I’m totally jealous. Also I can’t believe we aren’t traveling together. We’re going to be apart for about 5 weeks. We’ve never gone that long without seeing each other. I can’t even think about it.
Bri: Ahoy, chillin at the airport, you?
Me: Got your SMSes about the snoring roomie last night- totally knocked out though. Hope you got some sleep. Now I’m going to make some breakfast for lunch ;). How was getting to the airport?
Bri: Ooh yumm, pancakes? The snoring was Unbelievable, the other 2 girls in dorm were awake all night too. Ridic. Airport trip good- about ½ way though the driver gets a call to go BACK to Windhoek to pick someone else up- I said no effin way. Can you imagine?
Me: Wow, snoring was that bad?? That’s ridic, no way they went back! Hate this place. You’re getting out though. What time’s the flight?
Bri: Nothing is ever easy here. Fly at 1:45
An hour later…
Bri: Ok, on the plane. Will email you tomorrow! (Or maybe in like 5 hours still on the tarmac because in true Nam style maybe we’ll be delayed aye). Bye sweets! Love you miss you!
Me: Wow, making progress…step by step and be flexible baby ;). Ur gonna have a great time! Love you miss you honey.
*BriAnne of course emailed me on her first day home, as we had been apart for hours already. Family was good. America was excessive though convenient. I will not have to worry about her not returning to Nam.
BriAnne is going home for Christmas. I’m totally jealous. Also I can’t believe we aren’t traveling together. We’re going to be apart for about 5 weeks. We’ve never gone that long without seeing each other. I can’t even think about it.
Bri: Ahoy, chillin at the airport, you?
Me: Got your SMSes about the snoring roomie last night- totally knocked out though. Hope you got some sleep. Now I’m going to make some breakfast for lunch ;). How was getting to the airport?
Bri: Ooh yumm, pancakes? The snoring was Unbelievable, the other 2 girls in dorm were awake all night too. Ridic. Airport trip good- about ½ way though the driver gets a call to go BACK to Windhoek to pick someone else up- I said no effin way. Can you imagine?
Me: Wow, snoring was that bad?? That’s ridic, no way they went back! Hate this place. You’re getting out though. What time’s the flight?
Bri: Nothing is ever easy here. Fly at 1:45
An hour later…
Bri: Ok, on the plane. Will email you tomorrow! (Or maybe in like 5 hours still on the tarmac because in true Nam style maybe we’ll be delayed aye). Bye sweets! Love you miss you!
Me: Wow, making progress…step by step and be flexible baby ;). Ur gonna have a great time! Love you miss you honey.
*BriAnne of course emailed me on her first day home, as we had been apart for hours already. Family was good. America was excessive though convenient. I will not have to worry about her not returning to Nam.
Nam Love
December 5, 2008
Love is…a new Osprey travel pack waiting for you when you come from the village and finally get to town.
Love is…a new Osprey travel pack waiting for you when you come from the village and finally get to town.
Ur Not Serious...Oh But I am
December 4, 2008
We officially closed school today, tomorrow I will exit the village with the transport and be gone for the entire 6 week break! I’ve got my bags all packed. I’m even going to attend the End of Year party for the staff. (A note about me, I hate being stuck. I hate even feeling stuck. Even thinking about thinking about being stuck makes me uncomfortable.) I asked the secretary, since the party is at her family’s homestead, what time we’d go to the party. She said that we would leave at 4 and return around 7. I breathed a sigh of relief. It is not going to be one of those all day long affairs. I won’t feel stuck even though the party’s not in my village and I can’t drive and will have no choice in the matter. I’m looking forward to going and meeting her family.
At 4 we pile into the truck, with four people in the middle seat and things stacked high in the back. A 30 minute ride expands into an hour ride with all the turns (stops) we make. Finally we’re here! The first ones. Ms. Tjituka’s family is so nice. I’m offered a seat under the tree with the ladies. I look around and see that there is no food cooking. That’s strange. After what feels like 30 minutes but is probably only 10, the sisters begin cleaning the pots and the men begin slaughtering a sheep. They skin the sheep. They cut the sheep. Season it. Finally they begin to cook it. This is going to be a long day.
It was long 9 hours long from door to door. We didn’t leave there until midnight. Highlights of the event- the official opening with a prayer and a few words was at about 8pm. We ate- grilled sheep and macaroni salad. There was some dancing. There was lots of sitting around. The ladies did not really talk to me, even though I was sitting with them but then I moved because I didn’t really want to sit with them anyway. The younger sisters were cool. Finally we leave. I’m the second to be dropped at my door. I set my alarm for 4 since the transport leaves at 5:30.
I awoke with a start at 5:55. My mind is hazy. I throw open the door to the house. The village is empty. I hear no cars on the road. I put clothes on and run to the neighbor’s house. Please call the other transport guy and see if he is coming. He is. HALLELUJAH. I go back to my house and quickly gather everything even though I probably have about 30 minutes. I cannot miss this car. The gas on my fridge is out, I don’t really have enough food, everyone else is gone, and I imagine that the water will probably go off while I’m here too. The transport comes but I am still in a daze thinking of what could have been and how I am never going to another local party again. We hit the tar road. We’re in Gobabis and it only took 4 hours. My heart is pounding.
Bri sends an SMS. She is stuck just outside of town with a flat tire. This is our life.
We officially closed school today, tomorrow I will exit the village with the transport and be gone for the entire 6 week break! I’ve got my bags all packed. I’m even going to attend the End of Year party for the staff. (A note about me, I hate being stuck. I hate even feeling stuck. Even thinking about thinking about being stuck makes me uncomfortable.) I asked the secretary, since the party is at her family’s homestead, what time we’d go to the party. She said that we would leave at 4 and return around 7. I breathed a sigh of relief. It is not going to be one of those all day long affairs. I won’t feel stuck even though the party’s not in my village and I can’t drive and will have no choice in the matter. I’m looking forward to going and meeting her family.
At 4 we pile into the truck, with four people in the middle seat and things stacked high in the back. A 30 minute ride expands into an hour ride with all the turns (stops) we make. Finally we’re here! The first ones. Ms. Tjituka’s family is so nice. I’m offered a seat under the tree with the ladies. I look around and see that there is no food cooking. That’s strange. After what feels like 30 minutes but is probably only 10, the sisters begin cleaning the pots and the men begin slaughtering a sheep. They skin the sheep. They cut the sheep. Season it. Finally they begin to cook it. This is going to be a long day.
It was long 9 hours long from door to door. We didn’t leave there until midnight. Highlights of the event- the official opening with a prayer and a few words was at about 8pm. We ate- grilled sheep and macaroni salad. There was some dancing. There was lots of sitting around. The ladies did not really talk to me, even though I was sitting with them but then I moved because I didn’t really want to sit with them anyway. The younger sisters were cool. Finally we leave. I’m the second to be dropped at my door. I set my alarm for 4 since the transport leaves at 5:30.
I awoke with a start at 5:55. My mind is hazy. I throw open the door to the house. The village is empty. I hear no cars on the road. I put clothes on and run to the neighbor’s house. Please call the other transport guy and see if he is coming. He is. HALLELUJAH. I go back to my house and quickly gather everything even though I probably have about 30 minutes. I cannot miss this car. The gas on my fridge is out, I don’t really have enough food, everyone else is gone, and I imagine that the water will probably go off while I’m here too. The transport comes but I am still in a daze thinking of what could have been and how I am never going to another local party again. We hit the tar road. We’re in Gobabis and it only took 4 hours. My heart is pounding.
Bri sends an SMS. She is stuck just outside of town with a flat tire. This is our life.
It Could Go Either Way
Me: I want a chocolate éclair. Last week I wanted salt now I crave sugar. What gives?
Claire: Maybe you’re pregnant. You and Rich can go to parenting class together.
ME: LOL! If I was preggers it’d be a miracle…well, it is that time of year, ha ha. Speaking of Rich, he called over the weekend and was normal which is always funny too.
Claire: What a nut.
*Rich is a mutual friend who has a baby on the way, and everything about him makes us laugh.
Same Text Message Sent…
Me: I want a chocolate éclair. Last week I wanted salt now I crave sugar. What gives?
Bri: Oooh yuummmm, sounds good. I think you’re body is saying it’s ready for the sweet treats of VACATION! ME, I just want out. Am ready, ready, ready.
Me: Yes, I’m ready too! I got vacay food on my mind no doubt.
Claire: Maybe you’re pregnant. You and Rich can go to parenting class together.
ME: LOL! If I was preggers it’d be a miracle…well, it is that time of year, ha ha. Speaking of Rich, he called over the weekend and was normal which is always funny too.
Claire: What a nut.
*Rich is a mutual friend who has a baby on the way, and everything about him makes us laugh.
Same Text Message Sent…
Me: I want a chocolate éclair. Last week I wanted salt now I crave sugar. What gives?
Bri: Oooh yuummmm, sounds good. I think you’re body is saying it’s ready for the sweet treats of VACATION! ME, I just want out. Am ready, ready, ready.
Me: Yes, I’m ready too! I got vacay food on my mind no doubt.
See Ya!
November 28, 2008
Last Day of School for the kids:
Bri: Hey dear, hope you are having a good day. I personally could use a big strong drink!
Me: I’m okay, thought I would cry but didn’t…probably later though. Drink in Gobabis on Friday? See you there.
Bri: Because you will miss Grade 7 or because we still have 1 week left? They made it easy for me not to cry. Or maybe I’m just a jerk? Drinks in Gobabis sounds GREAT! More when SMS is free.
Last Day of School for the kids:
Bri: Hey dear, hope you are having a good day. I personally could use a big strong drink!
Me: I’m okay, thought I would cry but didn’t…probably later though. Drink in Gobabis on Friday? See you there.
Bri: Because you will miss Grade 7 or because we still have 1 week left? They made it easy for me not to cry. Or maybe I’m just a jerk? Drinks in Gobabis sounds GREAT! More when SMS is free.
Thankful Though Reception Is Bad
November 27, 2008
Me: I’m thankful that such a pretty, funny, person is my gal pal (lol..I’ve never used that phrase before)
Bri: Oh my, I’m blushing, thanks! I feel thankful to have such a kick ass friend- you really do keep me sane and smiling…no small feat these days. Now don’t let * some text missing.
Me: “Now don’t let”…I got the 1st half
Bri: Oh my, I’m blushing, thanks! I feel thankful to have such a kick ass friend- you really do keep me sane and smiling…no small feat these days. Now don’t let * some text missing.
Me: “Now don’t let”…I got the 1st half…is it the rain ruining our reception?
Bri: Possibly, I’ll send again.
Me: Nope, not this time either but thanks honey.
Bri: Now don’t let this go to your head but you are beauteous and fun and strong. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime!
Me: I guess God knew what he was doing when he put us together…better than we knew.
Bri: Indeed, I’d be lost out here without you.
Me: Yeah me too %-)
Me: I’m thankful that such a pretty, funny, person is my gal pal (lol..I’ve never used that phrase before)
Bri: Oh my, I’m blushing, thanks! I feel thankful to have such a kick ass friend- you really do keep me sane and smiling…no small feat these days. Now don’t let * some text missing.
Me: “Now don’t let”…I got the 1st half
Bri: Oh my, I’m blushing, thanks! I feel thankful to have such a kick ass friend- you really do keep me sane and smiling…no small feat these days. Now don’t let * some text missing.
Me: “Now don’t let”…I got the 1st half…is it the rain ruining our reception?
Bri: Possibly, I’ll send again.
Me: Nope, not this time either but thanks honey.
Bri: Now don’t let this go to your head but you are beauteous and fun and strong. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime!
Me: I guess God knew what he was doing when he put us together…better than we knew.
Bri: Indeed, I’d be lost out here without you.
Me: Yeah me too %-)
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