This is Melissa, my niece, as a baby. She is graduating from high school on Sunday, May 31, 2009
Jeni, with Kyle and Matt at her college graduation.Friday, May 29, 2009
Congratulations x 2!
This is Melissa, my niece, as a baby. She is graduating from high school on Sunday, May 31, 2009Jeni, with Kyle and Matt at her college graduation.
Monday, May 25, 2009
More birthdays! Sorry I am late!
Stephanie's birthday was Saturday, May 23. Happy Birthday Stephanie! Stephanie is our youngest and we really wish we weren't so far apart.
Life in the Coop
This is Atilah the Hun. He was in a bloody fight today with the character below him. Now keep in mind, he has killed all males in the coop since he began his brutal rule. 
This is Mr. No Toes. He was a very ambidextrous guy for a long time. Probably why he is still alive. However, his feet have never been of the rough, tough stuff chickens need. While still a youngin I had to bring him in for a while. Anyway, he has taken over as lead rooster.
However, this is one of his sons. He was known as the ugliest chicken in the world for quite a while. He was also ambidextrous. Now he is becoming quite a looker. He will be in charge next I am sure. Thank goodness, he has the more mild dispostion of his father, Mr. No Toes. Hopefully no more dead roosters.Hair and white people in Africa
Some of Rasmata's in-laws doing hair the day we picked up Rasmata.
Delilah doing my hair the first time.
What is left of my going home hairdo.I didn't spend a lot of time with Delilah while I was in Ouaga. Delilah had some issues that are regretful, but they were out of my control. Teen problems can be big and bold even in Africa. So I was a bit disappointed with that. However, language barrier or not, Delilah and I bonded through my hair. She just loved my hair. So I let her brush and brush. I mostly let her do what she wanted until she got out the hair oil which is a staple for black/negroid hair. It was quite funny explaining what a mess I would have if the oil actually made it on my head.
On the morning I was leaving, Delilah asked if she could do my hair. I said ok. As I got on the plane, many of us looked the same. It is a custom to be given a gift of a nice hairdo before travel. African women spend many hours working on each other's hair. It is part of the bonding process for them.
Notice how wilted I looked. Yeah it is that bad. White people just do not do so well in that climate. There is one look- hot, wilted and sweaty. They all asked why I didn't wear my hair down like they were used to seeing in pictures. Let me tell you, the "soggy, just got out of the pool" look would have been fine with me.
On the morning I was leaving, Delilah asked if she could do my hair. I said ok. As I got on the plane, many of us looked the same. It is a custom to be given a gift of a nice hairdo before travel. African women spend many hours working on each other's hair. It is part of the bonding process for them.
Notice how wilted I looked. Yeah it is that bad. White people just do not do so well in that climate. There is one look- hot, wilted and sweaty. They all asked why I didn't wear my hair down like they were used to seeing in pictures. Let me tell you, the "soggy, just got out of the pool" look would have been fine with me.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Grandpa
Grandpa worked on puzzles for hours yesterday. It has become his passion. I dug out the children's jigsaw puzzles we had saved and have been slowly building up the collection via Amazon. Target and Rite Aid have a very good selection of the 25-60 piece sized ones too.
Last night as I gave him his pills, he grabbed my hand and told me he loved me. That is pretty normal, but he told me he loved me as his doctor because her could count on me. I said "I like being your doctor. You make me smile." He asked why. I said because he was always so happy. He said. "I am happy because of you." Pretty neat from a crabby old geezer whom I was positive I could never care for precisely because his attitude was so rotten-especially to women.
While I never planned to care for either of them the way I do. It has turned out to be a good thing. Especially for Matt.
Last night as I gave him his pills, he grabbed my hand and told me he loved me. That is pretty normal, but he told me he loved me as his doctor because her could count on me. I said "I like being your doctor. You make me smile." He asked why. I said because he was always so happy. He said. "I am happy because of you." Pretty neat from a crabby old geezer whom I was positive I could never care for precisely because his attitude was so rotten-especially to women.
While I never planned to care for either of them the way I do. It has turned out to be a good thing. Especially for Matt.
Star Trek
Today I talked to Rakieta and told her Matt and I were going to see Star Trek. She said "What's that?" I explained. She said "That's weird. Are there people in real life who go to space?" I said "Yes, there are people out there right now trying to fix a space ship. But it is different. It is cold and dark and dangerous." She laughed and thought the whole thing was quite silly. Just a footnote so you would understand that not every corner of the world lives in the state of mind we in the US do.
Now, keep in mind they still believe in witches.
Now, keep in mind they still believe in witches.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Regis, Michael and Michel (pronounced Michelle)
These are Fidel and Rasmata's children. Rakieta's nephews. Regis who is the oldest, and the twins. They are both named Michael, but one is the English pronunciation and spelling and the other is the French.
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