Monthly Archive: March 2006

The OC is not real life.

But if only! I mean, not that Peace Corps Benin isn’t chock full of delightfully salacious scandal, but really, it’s just not the fuckin’ same. I mean, not that I want to go through the MISERY that these kids put themselves through (not that I also haven’t had my moments of complete and utter...

I miss you, sweetheart.

There’s a Kings of Convenience song that I absolutely adore. I don’t know the title, but the first line of the chorus is “I’d rather dance with you than talk with you.” The song is all about how it’s tough to make small talk and can’t we just “let our hips do the talking.”...

Finding “flow”

I’m stressed, which means the last thing I should be doing is indulging my twin additions: nicotine and caffeine. Unfortunately, sitting in a café (sort of), drinking coffee, smoking, and working on my laptop is strangely comforting. It’s . . . familiar. There is one public (read: not my house and not Peace Corps...

I need a motherfuckin’ hug.

Nothing like being stood up for a meeting AND a formation in the same afternoon. Life in Benin is so fucking great like that!! Especially when I spent hours preparing for BOTH!! Yes!! Welcome to Benin, Carpenter. It took ya’ fucking long enough.сео продвижение сайта

Happy Int’l Women’s Day!

Around the world, International Women’s Day (IWD) marks a celebration of the economic, social, cultural and political achievements for women. The first IWD was held on 19 March 1911 in Germany, Austria, Denmark and further European countries. German women selected this date because in 1848 the Prussian king had promised the vote for women....

Whatthehellwhynot?

Four jobs I’ve had: Waitress at RJ Bentley’s (never again) Community Assistant at UMD Intern at Alabanza/ TruePresence Peace Corps Volunteer Four movies I can watch over and over: Pirates of the Carribean Mulan Jurassic Park (I’m such a nerd!) Auberge Espanol Four places I’ve lived: Taylorsville, MD College Park, MD Grenoble, France Cotonou,...

In which t wonders why she bothers

Why bother spending hours preparing lessons plans and supporting documents when nobody’s going to show up to my formations? When my colleagues can’t be bothered to give up four hours a week on a schedule that THEY suggested (after vetoing SEVERAL that I proposed), I have a hard time being sympathetic when they complain...

Get off my woman!

Tom: Squeak! Meow! (Hey! I’m visiting! Play nice!) Franklin: MEOW! (Get the hell off my woman!) Theresa: Shut the hell up, both of you! Tom and Franklin: Groooowwwwwllllllll! (You stay out of this, woman.) Franklin: Hisssssssss. (You better not touch her again.) Tom: Meow! (What are ya’ gonna do about it, huh?) Franklin: Meow!...