Monday, June 14, 2010

Monday.....back to oatmeal

Week Five. 
Time is flying by!

I was soooo tired this morning. My alarm went off, and all I wanted to do was sleep. However, once I wake up, I do not usually fall back asleep, so I just stayed in my bed for an hour and started my new book.  Then I forced myself to get up and get on with my day. 

The house is jam packed in the morning, with everyone trying to get ready and get breakfast and ahhh every single room and chair is full. I use to have the balcony to myself, but they caught onto that, and now it is the first spot to fill up. 

On the way to work I had a little friend in the front seat with me. This little one was about 5 years old, and was so darn cute in his green school uniform with his backpack and lunch bag.  I really need to find a school where I can hang out with the little ones for awhile. 

This morning I was in a little bit of a mood (surprise, surprise) so I set my work station up in the main office, rather than in the design room. I just needed my peace.  I spent the entire day working on the stamp library. Currently, there is no organized way of knowing what stamps have been used, and what colors they were sampled in, so my OCD has taken over, and  is now getting everything in order. 

I took a late lunch, because I was so wrapped up in my project that I did not know lunch time had passed.  I went down to the market and ended up finding a really cool fabric store! I think they will be getting a nice chunk of money from me, because I was in love with all of the wild prints. I think you have to at least buy 1 yard, but it was a really good price, and it felt like a nice quality! The store was mostly raw material, but there were a few pre made garments. I ended up getting a dress for 75% off of the original price, so I could not pass it up.  It has a very African feel to it, but I think I can pull it off once I get back to the states. 

Today I was walking down the street next to a goat, when suddenly he stopped, sneezed and then poop shot out of his butt. Then he sneezed again and more poop. It was so funny to me at the time, so of course I laughed at it.

When we got back to the house there were two new volunteers. One is a designer, and one is working in Accra, but wanted to see Cape Coast.

Good news, Pepo is fine. He just has a little bacteria infection. 

And now...the ever so popular Q & A section.
1. Yes, I am sure that I am OK from the monkey bite. 
2. At this point I have read:
- The year of living like Jesus
- Made from Scratch
- The Irresistible Revolution
- A Case for Christ
.......and I am currently reading Something Borrowed. 

peace. love. I could really go for some popcorn right now.

4 comments:

  1. something borrowed? Emily Griffin? I like her books, she has a new one out. I figure if it is on an end cap at Target...Im buying it!!(almost anything on an end cap... i will consider buying!) Happy to hear pepo is ok now. Sometimes throwing yourself into work is good therapy, as you know it makes the time fly by, nothing worse than watching the clock tick away. Sounds like a MONDAY! yuk. Next round of pics, send us one with the new dress you bought! Reading your blog makes me hungry, like when I watch diners, drive-ins and dives! Doesnt sound like there is alot of free time, but if you found a school with kids, that would be amazing for you.....and the kids! You are so fun!

    peace. love. children.

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  2. okay. This kid in the front seat thing is SO funny. Is it not? Especially when it's a baby that you HAVE to hold!?

    Of course you laughed at the goat. I can just it. :)

    Can't believe it's been five weeks! Keep up the good work, Cuzin! Sounds like you are making some good progess in the world of Global Mamas!

    Love!

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  3. hey 'sarah sue' --- is The Year of Living Like Jesus book by Ed Dobson?? interesting.

    i would have lost it watching that goat/poop episode -- too funny!

    love you,
    aj

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  4. Thanks for making me Laugh! The pooping goat was funny :)

    Peace. Love. Pooping goats.

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