eating=with=your=hands

i know i'm going a bit overboard with posting twice in oneday...but...

there is just something fun about eating with your hands. the culture i live in at the present moment cares nothing for forks, knifes, and spoons...toss them out the window...we eat with our hands.

tonight we went to an Ethiopian restaurant (Ethiopian food could be my favorite food in the world) and everything that was ordered is brought in front of you and then everyone digs in with their hands. (oh yea...we dont believe in napkins either. to get our hands clean we just lick our fingers and go back for more.)

this is the way that we role here...and to be honest i kinda like it..so if i come back home and eat with my hands

please forgive me

.Jamie does not sweat enough.

so i guess i should first say...
i'm very sorry for the delay in blogging...
i would not be suprised if not one even reads this anymore, but if you do...this is for you.

here it goes:

jamie is on this big workout kick. at first he thought that waking up at 5:30 would be a good idea. so for a couple of weeks he began waking up at 5:30 and working out and the days he did not work out he would run. however he began to run into a problem because he would be wanting to go to sleep at 8:30, and this is no good. so after a meeting with the boss man jamie came to another conclusion. that was... that he would work out between 1:00 and 2:00. this has been very beneficial for the both of us.. Jamie gets to work out and i get to see him with his shirt off for a couple of hours. however today i encountered something that i have not encountered before...
i went to the fridge to get my daily liter or two of pepsi when i saw jamie there working out with the fan off...i said to jamie, "you know the fan is off, right" and then he replied back to me "of course, sweat it good, i dont sweat enough.." to which i thought to myself "its Dec and it is still 100 outside...we dont sweat enough...all we do is sweat"
it baffled me to think that someone living here would want to sweat more...i always thought we wanted to sweat less. today i learned that i was wrong.

sweat....its a good thing

:we eat like kings:

so i know that most of you out there were probably a bit worried about my eating habits while away. and to tell you the truth some days i eat more than others. however tonight was one of my favorite nights when it comes to the art of eating.

let me just give you a little taste of what we had:
--fool(beans and cheese and oil and some other stuff that i don't know what it is...
--fish(all smashed up. had a weird texture to it...
--cow feet( the best soup i have ever had..

to top it all off.

--sheep liver(probably the best dish i have had since i have been here...

so those of you who were worried about me having something to eat
you can worry no more
cause when you are here

"you eat like kings"

swimming with gators...

remember watching the croc hunter(he is no long with us) swim with the alligators in the nile. it seemed so dangerous and exiting.

well yesterday i was able to do just that.

a few of us went out to a small village for a little cook out. it reminded me of the old days grilling under the car porch. however the highlight of the night was not the cookout, though it was good. the highlight was when we went for a little dip. since moving to this part of the world i have never felt so good. the water was amazing.

...if only i could go swimming with gators everyday...

...i'm living the life...

...things i miss...&...things i don't...

things i miss...
--katy
--driving my car
--monster(energy drink)
--playing my guitar
--my boys(a couple in particular)
--fast food
--staring at my books
--talking with mom
--playing golf with dad
--did i mention katy



things i don't miss...
--40 hr work weeks
--seeking after the american dream
--everyone speaking english
--wearing shoes

...on the surface you would think that i really miss being home.
but you would be wrong.
even though i have so many things i love about home,
i'm in the place i need to be.

:can't sleep:

...i'm having one of those nights where everything in your body wants to sleep, but when you close your eyes suddenly there comes this burst of energy.
...so it's 4:30 in the morning (for you at home thats 8:30pm) and all i want to do is start the day. however this is not what baffles me...what baffles me is that there will come a time, somewhere in the mid afternoon when all i will want to do is lay down in my bed and sleep-------------why does my body do this to me? why won't it just listen to me? Why? i'll tell you why..........B/C that would just make to much sense...

goodnight...at least i hope.

"its a beautiful day"

for those who have been waiting i am sorry that it has taken me so long to write. i wish i could say that things have been incredibly busy and that i have not had a chance since i arrived, but that would be a lie.
since arriving Father has done some amazing things. i have learned things about myself that i probably never wanted to learn, but thats a good thing, right?
so far my days usually entail trying to learning the language, which might not sound like much, but when you get exited about saying "hello, how are you," you know it is a little bit stressful.
i'm exited about this process and can't wait the see were Dad takes me.
Last night i was able to go to a henna party, which is then followed by a wedding. can i just tell you that weddings here are nothing like we have back home.

other than that i'm just trying to find my way in this crazy world.
hope to see you all soon.