Last weekend, Akobe, Jeromie and the THEX volunteers all went to Mt. Cameroon to move a volunteer into the new THEX rental there. Akobe had told us that she had rented a car, so we were glad to hear this news since there were 3 people sitting in the front of the car and 4 of us in the back. The car we were in looked like a taxi, and it had a big crack in the windshield and a big splatter of dried bird poop right in the driver’s view. It wasn’t until about 30 minutes into the trip that all of us volunteers realized that we were crammed into the ACTUAL rental car. It was quite an uncomfortable hour and a half ride to Mt. Cameroon, but somehow we all managed to survive it.
The crammed ride was TOTALLY worth what awaited for us. The weather was nice, as a cool breeze came down the mountain to the new charming rental home. There was no humidity outside, so we were all very content. Unfortunately, the rental did not have running water yet, so we had to bucket flush-which I am a pro at by now. There were 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a storage room, and a huge sitting room. The volunteer that moved into the rental, Tom, was from Scotland. He is a nurse and is working with the HIV¬/AIDS program in the next town over. He was very nice and quite interesting to talk to about Scotland.
Before bedtime, I started to do the math in my head in regard to sleeping arrangements. There were 4 single beds and 8 of us. Akobe had planned on there being 2 people per bed, which I must say was not a very wise or comfortable idea. I ended up sharing a room with Daniel and Valentino, a British couple, and sharing a bed with Mary Claire who I had promised that I would not spoon-lol. Mary Claire is the house maid where Valentino and Daniel live in Douala. They said that she never goes out, and she is rather a young girl. I thought it was very nice of them to invite her to join us. Mary and I went for a long walk so that I could take pictures, and we chatted a long while. She has a sister who is studying medicine at UNC-small world, huh?
The four of us were pretty tired and crashed at the same time, although I ended up playing the game 20 questions with Valentino and Daniel. Daniel mostly asked the questions, and I answered questions about the NFL, college stadiums, how big NC State’s campus is, how big NC State’s football stadium is, the RBC arena, etc. He and Valentino couldn’t believe how large NC State’s football stadium is in comparison to the football stadiums in the UK.
During the night, the temperature dropped considerably and a big storm came through. What I must explain to you is that in Africa, hardly any windows have glass on them unless it is an elite person’s home. The only thing that covers windows here are screens and/or ornate iron covers or rows of glass slats that can be shifted to point out, up or down, but can never be completely closed. Valentino had pointed the slats completely down in our room, but the cold air could not be kept out. I woke up to Mary pulling up the mattress cover,and we both slept under it trying to get somewhat warm-no sheets or blankets are on beds, which is typical of African people since it is mostly a hot, tropical climate. Poor Mary had to endure my waking up feeling as if I were falling off the bed about 4 or 5 times, so she woke up my jerking awake and accidentally bumping her. It was just too close for comfort-lol.
The following morning, we all left to have lunch in Limbe, a small beach town close by. I had been told that the fish served there was delicious, and I was not let down in the least when we were served grilled fish. It was absolutely delicious. We also had grilled popcorn shrimp and calamari, but they weren’t as good as the fish though. There was horseback riding on the beach, so it was pretty cool to see people ride up and down the beach. What I disliked was the fact that vendors constantly interrupted our meal wanting to sell stuff to us. We paid our server for everything, and when we were getting ready to leave, let’s just say things got very interesting…
Tom and Jessica had ordered a bottle of wine for lunch. Our table was never told that it had to pay separately for it versus our other drinks and meal. The guy who was running the stand where the wine came from had a conniption and accused us of not paying for the wine. He wouldn’t allow anybody to hardly speak and disbelieved us when told that we had paid our server for everything. In the meantime, our server was not exactly speaking up, which was no help whatsoever. Finally our driver confronted our server and told him to pay the wine guy what was owed to him. Even after being paid, the wine guy was still moaning and groaning, and all whole time I was thinking, ‘‘Would you like some cheese with your whine?’’ LOL
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Taxi Driver's E-mail
Since I do not have a Cameroonian phone nor give out my address when asked for it, I tested one (or two maybe) taxi drivers to see if they would e-mail me. I received one e-mail from Isaac, who I can't recall at all because 1) I didn't care to remember his name when I met him or 2) I misunderstood his name when he told me. I got the following e-mail from Isaac, who apparently does not know how to write in English very well:
Good evining Susan there is the driver who has carry you yesterday from general hospital to Logbeba. My name is Isaac i have wish that we walk away this week-end (walk away where?) but you was busy which your brother (I had no idea I had a brother in Africa-lol). I don't know if you can have time in the week to a rendez-vous (I need this to be defined...) this week so that i want to see again your beautiful face (can we say suck up because he wants a ticket to the U.S.?). I wish you a good nigth and hope that we will see in the week
ISAAC 96472822
I like the fact that his name is in capital letters with his # beside of it, but it's too bad that Isaac will be receiving a goodbye e-mail in response-lol.
Good evining Susan there is the driver who has carry you yesterday from general hospital to Logbeba. My name is Isaac i have wish that we walk away this week-end (walk away where?) but you was busy which your brother (I had no idea I had a brother in Africa-lol). I don't know if you can have time in the week to a rendez-vous (I need this to be defined...) this week so that i want to see again your beautiful face (can we say suck up because he wants a ticket to the U.S.?). I wish you a good nigth and hope that we will see in the week
ISAAC 96472822
I like the fact that his name is in capital letters with his # beside of it, but it's too bad that Isaac will be receiving a goodbye e-mail in response-lol.
The neighbor's kid, non-African coffee, the stolen laptop and the new "Le blanche"
Last week, the neighbor’s kids came over one evening to visit with Boo Boo. The 2 kids didn’t really flinch when they saw me, until the littlest one came over to see what her older siblings were up to at Boo Boo’s home. She was probably about 2 years old and came to the door, which was propped open. She was about to enter the doorway, when she happened to look to the right to see me sitting at the kitchen table. She stopped dead in her tracks. I could see the worried look in her eyes, and as soon as I said hello to her, she slowly backed out of the doorway. Jeromie even motioned for her to come in and told her so, but there was coming into the apartment and no turning her back on the strange new white girl-lol.
Jeromie offered me coffee one morning, and I told him that I don’t drink coffee. He then proceeds to tell me this spill on how I should support the African economy and drink coffee while I’m here. As he’s talking, I look on the table to see what he’s drinking (since I recently wrote on my blog about not seeing coffee anywhere here or see it sold anywhere). He’s drinking Nescafe! Can we say hypocrite? I laughed and told him that Nescafe is an American company and to save his spill for another volunteer when he actually starts to drink African coffee…
I am sorry to say that my laptop was stolen on Friday morning on the way to the orphanage. I honestly do not know how it happened because my backpack was on my legs, and I was sitting up against the door in the front of the taxi. The guy sitting in the middle of the taxi wouldn’t sit still during the ride, so I am assuming I was distracted by this and that’s how it was stolen. I didn’t hear my backpack unzip to open, I didn’t feel it move, I didn’t see anybody’s hands close to it-I saw NOTHING. All of a sudden, I am all but tossed out of the taxi. I was asked to get out of the taxi as the driver pulls over, and before I knew it, the taxi’s gone before I even knew my laptop was stolen and can think to get a license tag. I was very disappointed and disgusted since all the fundraising documents that I’ve been working on were on it, along with all my pictures. They say the thieves here are absolute masterminds and magicians-I believe it.
A new volunteer arrived on Friday, Jessica, who is from Hawaii originally. She’s newly married to a Marine who has just been stationed recently in Jacksonville, NC. Needless to say, she’s not very impressed with Jacksonville (I wouldn’t either if I were from Hawaii-lol) and has chosen to travel the world while obtaining a second masters degree. She just finished an internship in Liberia and is here until May. Her husband is in Afghanistan and has recently had his stay extended, so they don’t see each other often since he’s overseas quite often and since she loves to travel. I told her that I’m just glad to not be the only white gal on the block anymore…
Jeromie offered me coffee one morning, and I told him that I don’t drink coffee. He then proceeds to tell me this spill on how I should support the African economy and drink coffee while I’m here. As he’s talking, I look on the table to see what he’s drinking (since I recently wrote on my blog about not seeing coffee anywhere here or see it sold anywhere). He’s drinking Nescafe! Can we say hypocrite? I laughed and told him that Nescafe is an American company and to save his spill for another volunteer when he actually starts to drink African coffee…
I am sorry to say that my laptop was stolen on Friday morning on the way to the orphanage. I honestly do not know how it happened because my backpack was on my legs, and I was sitting up against the door in the front of the taxi. The guy sitting in the middle of the taxi wouldn’t sit still during the ride, so I am assuming I was distracted by this and that’s how it was stolen. I didn’t hear my backpack unzip to open, I didn’t feel it move, I didn’t see anybody’s hands close to it-I saw NOTHING. All of a sudden, I am all but tossed out of the taxi. I was asked to get out of the taxi as the driver pulls over, and before I knew it, the taxi’s gone before I even knew my laptop was stolen and can think to get a license tag. I was very disappointed and disgusted since all the fundraising documents that I’ve been working on were on it, along with all my pictures. They say the thieves here are absolute masterminds and magicians-I believe it.
A new volunteer arrived on Friday, Jessica, who is from Hawaii originally. She’s newly married to a Marine who has just been stationed recently in Jacksonville, NC. Needless to say, she’s not very impressed with Jacksonville (I wouldn’t either if I were from Hawaii-lol) and has chosen to travel the world while obtaining a second masters degree. She just finished an internship in Liberia and is here until May. Her husband is in Afghanistan and has recently had his stay extended, so they don’t see each other often since he’s overseas quite often and since she loves to travel. I told her that I’m just glad to not be the only white gal on the block anymore…
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
More unexpected surprises, the strange meeting and the 20th century
I had my hair braided this past weekend and in payment I gave Deanne a fair trade bracelet made in India that I had gotten online from CARE2.com. She asked if it was made in the U.S., and I honestly didn’t have the heart to tell her no since most everything is made in China (and cheap) these days in the U.S. It’s the sad truth, isn’t it? Trust me, I try very hard to buy what I can made in the U.S. or buy fair trade goods vs. Made in China (or whatever), but sadly, there’s not much out there left to buy made in the good ol’ USA.
Sunday night, I was online chatting with a few friends when Jeromie comes into the room. He tells me that he has a surprise for me and to come out. I went into the kitchen, and he told me to look on the table. In a small, black plastic bag there were…wait for it…wait for it…2 cans of PEPSI! Wahoo! I danced a jig and jumped up and down because I was so happy and excited. I immediately opened one and felt the savor of my first African Pepsi, and it was awesome! I know Georgette, Akobie and Jeromie must’ve thought I was crazy, but I didn’t care!
Monday morning, Georgette pushed Boo Boo (in his walker) into the bedroom where he headed straight for my bed. The first thing that interested him was my round hair brush. Now this kid HATES it when anyone combs his hair. He picked up my brush and looked at it real seriously as if trying to make out exactly what it was, and then he started to wave it around. I took it from him briefly to brush his hair to see how he would react. It apparently felt good because he smiled and closed his eyes as I fluffed his hair. I gave it back to him to play with, and he must’ve hung on to it for about 20 minutes. I never would’ve guessed a hair brush could be so entertaining for a baby, but I made sure to get a picture of him with it while sucking his thumb. With Boo Boo walking everywhere and getting into everything, I have a feeling he’s going to be called “Boo Boo, No No!” very soon…
I soon left the apartment and was trying to find a taxi heading to the next taxi stop. Of course the taxi driver that stopped asked me how much I was going to pay him. I laughed at him and said in French, “No thank you. See ya.” What a jerk! I managed to catch the next taxi, and on the way to the orphanage, we passed a store front where I guess the person who was running the store was sitting outside on a toilet that was for sale. Man, I wish I could’ve gotten a shot of that!
When I entered the orphanage wall door, Gaelle and Champion both ran out the orphanage door, down the steps and right into my arms for great big hugs. I nearly fell over they rushed me so quickly. They’re huge welcome was a great way to start out the day though! When we got inside, I sat down and Gaelle immediately helped herself to sitting right in between my legs. Soon after I sat down, there was a meeting with some folks and Solange. I could understand some of the conversation, but not all of it. After the meeting, everyone who spoke in the meeting then stood up. They all said a prayer in unison, and then each broke off into their own prayer-aloud. It was quite strange watching and listening to all the mixed prayers, then everyone grew quiet and the man in the group said a few words. When he finished, they all again prayed aloud and this happened about three more times. All the while during the meeting and praying, I was sitting, listening and observing with Gaelle in my lap and Champion to my left trying to keep them both quiet while they listened to my iPod. After about an hour of the meeting and near the end of prayers, would you believe that Gaelle fell asleep with her head on my left arm?!
I often feel like I’m in the 20th century here. Last night, the electricity went off and on every few minutes, which it does that on occasion. It’s not so bad during the day when you have light, but it’s not so good at night or on days when it’s really hot out and you need the fans on so badly. Today, there wasn’t any water at the apartment until this evening. When I went to the market tonight, every single item had to be brought up on the monitor and then each item scanned for down a row by the cashier’s eyes (and there could be more than 10 items by the same brand). I was thinking, “Dear gawd! Someone seriously needs to introduce these people to bar code scanning!” At a gas station I go into on occasion, I noticed the other day that the cashier keeps inventory of what’s bought in a notebook. Every item that is bought for the day has a tick mark by it in the book. Craziness!
At dinner tonight, we ate our salads and our bread. Then we moved on to the main course, which was chicken mixed with vegetables. I happened to get a chicken leg and was trying to get to the bottom of the bowl to get more veggies to go with my chicken leg. Suddenly, there it was-the unexpected. I blinked, looked at it, turned my head away and then turned my head back to look at it again to see if maybe I was incorrect as to what it was exactly that I saw. Nope, it was what it was-a chicken foot attached to the leg in the dinner bowl. I quickly put the top back on the pot and tried not to think about it…
Sunday night, I was online chatting with a few friends when Jeromie comes into the room. He tells me that he has a surprise for me and to come out. I went into the kitchen, and he told me to look on the table. In a small, black plastic bag there were…wait for it…wait for it…2 cans of PEPSI! Wahoo! I danced a jig and jumped up and down because I was so happy and excited. I immediately opened one and felt the savor of my first African Pepsi, and it was awesome! I know Georgette, Akobie and Jeromie must’ve thought I was crazy, but I didn’t care!
Monday morning, Georgette pushed Boo Boo (in his walker) into the bedroom where he headed straight for my bed. The first thing that interested him was my round hair brush. Now this kid HATES it when anyone combs his hair. He picked up my brush and looked at it real seriously as if trying to make out exactly what it was, and then he started to wave it around. I took it from him briefly to brush his hair to see how he would react. It apparently felt good because he smiled and closed his eyes as I fluffed his hair. I gave it back to him to play with, and he must’ve hung on to it for about 20 minutes. I never would’ve guessed a hair brush could be so entertaining for a baby, but I made sure to get a picture of him with it while sucking his thumb. With Boo Boo walking everywhere and getting into everything, I have a feeling he’s going to be called “Boo Boo, No No!” very soon…
I soon left the apartment and was trying to find a taxi heading to the next taxi stop. Of course the taxi driver that stopped asked me how much I was going to pay him. I laughed at him and said in French, “No thank you. See ya.” What a jerk! I managed to catch the next taxi, and on the way to the orphanage, we passed a store front where I guess the person who was running the store was sitting outside on a toilet that was for sale. Man, I wish I could’ve gotten a shot of that!
When I entered the orphanage wall door, Gaelle and Champion both ran out the orphanage door, down the steps and right into my arms for great big hugs. I nearly fell over they rushed me so quickly. They’re huge welcome was a great way to start out the day though! When we got inside, I sat down and Gaelle immediately helped herself to sitting right in between my legs. Soon after I sat down, there was a meeting with some folks and Solange. I could understand some of the conversation, but not all of it. After the meeting, everyone who spoke in the meeting then stood up. They all said a prayer in unison, and then each broke off into their own prayer-aloud. It was quite strange watching and listening to all the mixed prayers, then everyone grew quiet and the man in the group said a few words. When he finished, they all again prayed aloud and this happened about three more times. All the while during the meeting and praying, I was sitting, listening and observing with Gaelle in my lap and Champion to my left trying to keep them both quiet while they listened to my iPod. After about an hour of the meeting and near the end of prayers, would you believe that Gaelle fell asleep with her head on my left arm?!
I often feel like I’m in the 20th century here. Last night, the electricity went off and on every few minutes, which it does that on occasion. It’s not so bad during the day when you have light, but it’s not so good at night or on days when it’s really hot out and you need the fans on so badly. Today, there wasn’t any water at the apartment until this evening. When I went to the market tonight, every single item had to be brought up on the monitor and then each item scanned for down a row by the cashier’s eyes (and there could be more than 10 items by the same brand). I was thinking, “Dear gawd! Someone seriously needs to introduce these people to bar code scanning!” At a gas station I go into on occasion, I noticed the other day that the cashier keeps inventory of what’s bought in a notebook. Every item that is bought for the day has a tick mark by it in the book. Craziness!
At dinner tonight, we ate our salads and our bread. Then we moved on to the main course, which was chicken mixed with vegetables. I happened to get a chicken leg and was trying to get to the bottom of the bowl to get more veggies to go with my chicken leg. Suddenly, there it was-the unexpected. I blinked, looked at it, turned my head away and then turned my head back to look at it again to see if maybe I was incorrect as to what it was exactly that I saw. Nope, it was what it was-a chicken foot attached to the leg in the dinner bowl. I quickly put the top back on the pot and tried not to think about it…
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Gaelle, the iPod, new observations and cake!
Thursday morning, I was walking up the street to grab a taxi and ran into two school girls. I happened to be wearing my bucket hat and sunglasses, and one of them had a bucket hat and sunglasses on too. The girls smiled and greeted me, and I told the girl with the hat on that I liked her hat. She just grinned and said she liked my hat back. When we parted, she said, “I love you.” Kinda weird, but hey, whatever!
When I reached the orphanage, I was greeted with open arms by Champion and Gaelle. Gaelle is Maria’s niece, and Maria is the orphanage administrative assistant. Maria will bring Gaelle some days to the orphanage so that she can play with Champion since they are close in age. Gaelle is 2 and just as cute as can be with her little turned up nose and round face (see her pic below). I had no choice but to pick up both kids, one in each arm, and carry them up the steps into the sitting area.
I introduced my iPod to the orphanage kids on Thursday, and those interested in it were actually very patient waiting to get an ear piece. The kids love to listen to it, which I don’t mind sharing it with them since they don’t have a radio at the orphanage and the TV no sound. I was going through my ipod’s menu yesterday when I noticed it had a video on it, which was odd because I don’t watch videos on my ipod and hadn’t downloaded any. I opened it up to see a 6 second close up of Janvier’s face-lol. He had no clue he was caught on video, and I doubt the kid who made the video knew what they were doing either!
I came to the realization this weekend that with Africa being a large coffee bean grower that I haven’t seen coffee sold or served anywhere here. You know how the U.S. has a Star Bucks on every corner or some kind of coffee shop, but you don’t see that here. I’m not a coffee drinker, but I just thought that it was interesting that I haven’t seen coffee anywhere. It is actually kind of refreshing not to see restaurant or coffee chains here like McDonald’s, Star Bucks, KFC, etc., because these chains are in Europe and kind of take away part of the ambiance of the European experience (or at least I think so).
Eggs are sold everywhere here and are not refrigerated. Stores/stands will usually have cartons with about 24 eggs stacked on top of one another right next to the checkout counter. Akobe and I stopped the other night to buy some eggs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the difference would be between refrigerated and non-refrigerated eggs. My guess is that refrigerated eggs probably last longer.
Akobe bought a cake mix this week for me. She said she never knew a white person who didn’t like to eat cake. Come to think of it, I don’t know any white people who don’t like cake either-lol. It will be interesting to see what it tastes like, and I’ll be curious to see if there will be frosting on it. What’s a cake without yummy frosting, right?
I’ve had a few people ask me about donating items, and I have found that shipping here is quite expensive. Please stay tuned soon for a blog explaining about material/monetary donations…
When I reached the orphanage, I was greeted with open arms by Champion and Gaelle. Gaelle is Maria’s niece, and Maria is the orphanage administrative assistant. Maria will bring Gaelle some days to the orphanage so that she can play with Champion since they are close in age. Gaelle is 2 and just as cute as can be with her little turned up nose and round face (see her pic below). I had no choice but to pick up both kids, one in each arm, and carry them up the steps into the sitting area.
I introduced my iPod to the orphanage kids on Thursday, and those interested in it were actually very patient waiting to get an ear piece. The kids love to listen to it, which I don’t mind sharing it with them since they don’t have a radio at the orphanage and the TV no sound. I was going through my ipod’s menu yesterday when I noticed it had a video on it, which was odd because I don’t watch videos on my ipod and hadn’t downloaded any. I opened it up to see a 6 second close up of Janvier’s face-lol. He had no clue he was caught on video, and I doubt the kid who made the video knew what they were doing either!
I came to the realization this weekend that with Africa being a large coffee bean grower that I haven’t seen coffee sold or served anywhere here. You know how the U.S. has a Star Bucks on every corner or some kind of coffee shop, but you don’t see that here. I’m not a coffee drinker, but I just thought that it was interesting that I haven’t seen coffee anywhere. It is actually kind of refreshing not to see restaurant or coffee chains here like McDonald’s, Star Bucks, KFC, etc., because these chains are in Europe and kind of take away part of the ambiance of the European experience (or at least I think so).
Eggs are sold everywhere here and are not refrigerated. Stores/stands will usually have cartons with about 24 eggs stacked on top of one another right next to the checkout counter. Akobe and I stopped the other night to buy some eggs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the difference would be between refrigerated and non-refrigerated eggs. My guess is that refrigerated eggs probably last longer.
Akobe bought a cake mix this week for me. She said she never knew a white person who didn’t like to eat cake. Come to think of it, I don’t know any white people who don’t like cake either-lol. It will be interesting to see what it tastes like, and I’ll be curious to see if there will be frosting on it. What’s a cake without yummy frosting, right?
I’ve had a few people ask me about donating items, and I have found that shipping here is quite expensive. Please stay tuned soon for a blog explaining about material/monetary donations…
Friday, January 28, 2011
Photos of the my neighborhood, the orphanage and the kids now on Snapfish
For those of you following my blog who are not on Facebook and aren't able to see my photos, please feel free to view my photos on snapfish. No need to register yourself. Enter my email address, scwade1@yahoo.com, and then enter the password africa. Here is the website: http://www5.snapfish.com/snapfish/welcome
I now have 5 albums; The Orphanage, The Orphanage Kids, My Neighborhood, Douala and Ethiopia. Enjoy!
I now have 5 albums; The Orphanage, The Orphanage Kids, My Neighborhood, Douala and Ethiopia. Enjoy!
Le Blanche, the new ride and Boo Boo's great adventure
On the way home in the taxi, we passed a huge confrontation in the parking lot of popular gas chain. All these men were gathered in a big circle surrounding the men who were arguing. The driver stopped soon after we passed the gas station to drop off a passenger. As the driver slowed down, we passed two men on the right side working under a car hood of which one of the two men saw me. As I sat there waiting, I heard a man yelling, “La blanche, la blanche, la blanche” (the white) over and over again to get my attention. I mean really! After hearing enough, I stuck my head out of the car and yelled back to him, “Le noir, le noir, le noir” (the black). He started cracking up at my response, as well as everybody in the taxi. As the driver pulled away, I stuck my arm out the window and waved goodbye without looking back at the guy. I told Deanne, Akobe and Jeromie my story later and they were all in stitches.
In the past 2 weeks, Jeromie has been looking at buying a used car. I had asked him if he had a death wish or just wanted to play Russian roulette, but instead with a car, with all the crazy drivers on the road. (You couldn’t pay me enough to drive on the roads because the drivers are so ridiculously out of control here.) When Jeromie got home last night, he told me that he bought a car and asked if I wanted to go see it. He bought a red RAV4 and was very proud of it. It looked to be rather well taken care of versus some of the other cars I’ve seen with “for sale” signs on them. Jeromie said, “Now we can all go on a beach trip!” I was thinking, “Oh goody, just what my white ass needs is to be hot and sunburned here! I’ll talk safari trip later this weekend with him…”
Earlier in the day, Boo Boo had worked really hard to walk from the end of the bench around the coffee table (pushed up against the bench) to the other side of the bench. Last night, I was watching Boo Boo walk around the living room table while the others ate dinner. I had just finished my water bottle and given it to Boo Boo (he loves to hold and play with water bottles). He lost his grip on the bottle, which slid to the other side of the coffee table out of his reach. Boo Boo proceeded to walk up and down the coffee table trying his darndest to reach the bottle without having to make the effort to walk to the other side of the table. At one time, he was staring at the bottle and started making sucking noises as if he was going to try to suck it over to his side of the table. After a bit, he finally decided to make the effort to go to the side of the coffee table and was so tired he decided to suck his thumb a bit to rest briefly. After his rest, he then finally rounded the corner to reach the other side. He finally was able to grab the bottle and as soon as he touched it, it rolled to the other side of the table-lol. The little guy had worked so hard to get to the other side only to lose the bottle again, so I handed it right back to him because I couldn’t stand that he had lost his reward so quickly after working so long and hard to obtain it! We all had a good laugh at Boo Boo and his efforts in about a 20 minute time span.
In the past 2 weeks, Jeromie has been looking at buying a used car. I had asked him if he had a death wish or just wanted to play Russian roulette, but instead with a car, with all the crazy drivers on the road. (You couldn’t pay me enough to drive on the roads because the drivers are so ridiculously out of control here.) When Jeromie got home last night, he told me that he bought a car and asked if I wanted to go see it. He bought a red RAV4 and was very proud of it. It looked to be rather well taken care of versus some of the other cars I’ve seen with “for sale” signs on them. Jeromie said, “Now we can all go on a beach trip!” I was thinking, “Oh goody, just what my white ass needs is to be hot and sunburned here! I’ll talk safari trip later this weekend with him…”
Earlier in the day, Boo Boo had worked really hard to walk from the end of the bench around the coffee table (pushed up against the bench) to the other side of the bench. Last night, I was watching Boo Boo walk around the living room table while the others ate dinner. I had just finished my water bottle and given it to Boo Boo (he loves to hold and play with water bottles). He lost his grip on the bottle, which slid to the other side of the coffee table out of his reach. Boo Boo proceeded to walk up and down the coffee table trying his darndest to reach the bottle without having to make the effort to walk to the other side of the table. At one time, he was staring at the bottle and started making sucking noises as if he was going to try to suck it over to his side of the table. After a bit, he finally decided to make the effort to go to the side of the coffee table and was so tired he decided to suck his thumb a bit to rest briefly. After his rest, he then finally rounded the corner to reach the other side. He finally was able to grab the bottle and as soon as he touched it, it rolled to the other side of the table-lol. The little guy had worked so hard to get to the other side only to lose the bottle again, so I handed it right back to him because I couldn’t stand that he had lost his reward so quickly after working so long and hard to obtain it! We all had a good laugh at Boo Boo and his efforts in about a 20 minute time span.
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