Monday, August 29, 2011

Try This

I want you to look to your left, then right, then kiss every person on the cheek. If something bad comes of that, I'll be surprised.

Really?

Just received an email from the travel folks wanting me to confirm a slight schedule change for my flight in Dec. I giiggled maniacally. My first thought was "and I'm going to get to that plane HOW?"

Friday, August 26, 2011

What I'm Doing Now

I teach media and maintain a computer lab. We do English, French, Spanish, and journalism. I plan to expand that to include editing, production, recording, etc. It actually is, seriously, pretty damn cool. This was supposed to be a 10 day trip. Oops.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

RamGuyver

Information is sketchy and varied. I'll just do my usual. I am prepared and will do my best. Or I'll RamGuyver it. As needed. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Knife

I should have said goodbye when your fists swung hello. Violence is never the answer. That said, I do, indeed, carry a blade. I never, ever want to use it. Handy for cleaning one's nails though.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Dog Knows

So when the dog refuses the leftover ramen that you just had, yet gobbles up the stale Dominican cheetoes you had yesterday... I'm gonna predict a gastrointestinal bad day. Call me a cynic.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Bucket Time

I smell like a drunk fish. There's a perfectly good reason for this, and the story isn't nearly as entertaining as one might think. I predict a bucket of water will rectify the situation.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Dead Goat

Had my plans derailed by a flat tire and a dead goat. Check. Welcome to Haiti. And if you think that will stop me, you'd be wrong.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Duct Taped Boots and a Beach

What 2 months in Haiti might do to a good pair of waterproof, steel toed work boots.


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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Blan

I am a Blan. Loved and embraced by some, hated and feared by others.  Silly me, I just thought I was a human.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Feeling Dirty with an Exploratory Bug

I feel dirty. The insect that woke me up this morning by exploring my ass-crack didn't even leave its name or number...I feel violated. Not even a "Hey, I'll call you!" Aren't there any nice insects out there?

Lesly's

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