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Recently at work, I have been charged with inputting money info into Quicken. I have to do this in the lieutenant’s office because I don’t have Quicken on my computer. I usually do it first thing in the morning because I get in an hour before the LT and so I don’t have to kick him out of his office.Almost every time this happens, the captain and a few of the sergeants will walk by the office and

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Recently at work, I have been charged with inputting money info into Quicken. I have to do this in the lieutenant’s office because I don’t have Quicken on my computer. I usually do it first thing in the morning because I get in an hour before the LT and so I don’t have to kick him out of his office.Almost every time this happens, the captain and a few of the sergeants will walk by the office and

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My favorite phone calls at work so far are the ones from people out of state, mostly parents whose children are in school here, call me and ask if marijuana is legal in Colorado. Part of the reason this is fun for me is that I have actually taken the time to become pretty familiar and stay up do to date with Colorado's Marijuana laws. I find it all very interesting-- like the modern day

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I just got the most ridiculous complaint at work. I have had my share of crazy-ridiculous, but this was just stupid.Woman calls in, says she saw an immaculately dressed black man at Burger King yesterday when she was there for breakfast. She saw him go to the counter and receive a small package from the cashier and then he went back to the line and waited anxiously. She said she left before she

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I'm beginning to wonder if the police department is built on a portal to hell or something. Very Amityville-like things have been happening lately. Such as, a chipmunk running around inside. Rumor has it there is at least one chipmunk, one mouse and one rat. I personally think the "chipmunk" is a gerbil. Still, it is pretty weird that a chipmunk or a gerbil would be inside the police

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How did you get in here? My desk is the front desk, the desk right by the door to our bureau. I'm the first person you see when you come to this office. This is a restricted area though, so I generally only see other police officers, DA's, crime lab guys, crime analysts and sometimes other secretaries. Until on day about three weeks ago. I was straightening up my desk and there were quite a few

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Most of my friends and family know that my mother and I have a lot in common. She refers to me as "mini-me," and there are a lot of characteristics that we do share-- a propensity for tidying, very similar senses of humor, same dress size, etc. Some times I hear things come out of my mouth that scare me as soon as I hear the words because it sounds so much like her!Yet, there are times I wish I

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Things You Didn't Know Are VicesToday one of my detectives came in and said, "do you like Bon Jovi?" as he handed me a tee-shirt. It's a Bon Jovi Concert shirt that some black market vendors were peddling. "It's a small, will it fit?" I held it up, it looked like a perfect fit."Just be careful when you wash it, do it in cold and then hang it out to dry or it might fall apart." I thought this was

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MESSING WITH MY ANIMALS!!!!!

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When I take the bus to work, I take the elevator at work. I justify not using the stairs because I have to walk two blocks to the stop by my house and four blocks from the stop to the Police Department. And at the end of the day I have to walk three blocks to the bus stop and then two again, back to my house. That's exercise.There are four elevators for this building, and a lot of the time one of

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It's possible that there is some kind of conspiracy at work to fatten me up. The last secretary was a very large woman. She even had a custom office chair that is quite wide; you could fit three of me in it. Maybe they just want the familiarity. Or maybe there is a more insidious plan to get me fat and use me as some kind of sacrifice for something (when I'm bored at work I sometimes read about

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Craziest Yet.The caller reports that the KKK control the courts in Denver and that they are attempting genocide by cooking meth which will rot people’s insides. She reports that she and her mother have both been exposed to meth already and that the mafia is after them. You see, her father was Frank Sinatra’s physician. The caller tried to contact Mr. Sinatra’s family and even though she only got

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More on the strange phone call front.An older gentleman who has recently returned from living overseas, working for the Department of Defense has called several times to report the house across the street from him. He believes there are drug dealers and call girls working there. This is horribly upsetting because, over seas, he worked to rid other countries of these kinds of evils only to return

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One of my cops works at concerts off duty, usually Red Rocks, but other Denver venues as well. Today he was telling me about some of the rock stars he's met.Apparently one time when Guns 'n' Roses was in town, Axel Rose was being a pain in the ass. He had walked off the stage at his previous show in Oregon and caused a lot of trouble. The crowd rioted and there was a lot of damage. Apparently Mr.

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stop shooting staplesThe janitor retired and she took her chair, but left her table. I hadn't realized she was old enough to retire, but the city is trying to stretch its budget and created some retirement incentives and she's outta here.The new janitor is pretty sweet, too. I'm not sure if she is going to be our permanent janitor, or if she is just helping out for a while until we get a new one.

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Dorks to the Rescue.One of the best parts about working at the police department right out of Peace Corps is being part of the family of police. It's extremely comforting and feels a bit like what it was like to be part of a village community in Africa. I know that if anything really bad ever happened to me or my biological family, the police in the bureau I work in would be right there to help

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The bathrooms at the police department have wonderful, orange, Formica counter tops.

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The janitor for the vice and drug bureau has a wonderfully stereotypical name for a police department janitor. I’m not gonna tell you though, because I try to keep all the real names outta here just in case (you never know what kinda psycho’s are out there).But anyway… She is probably in her mid to late fifties, but looks older because she smokes and because she’s a janitor. For the police

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It's Gonna Be a Good WeekMonday is always the busiest and most interesting day at work. Usually there are a bunch of prostitute busts over the weekend and the voice mail box is full from two days of going unchecked. Together these things keep me busy most of the day which is nice since I spend a lot of hours at work trying to find things to do to keep busy.Today the weekend busts included an

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I think part of the addiction to traveling is being so overstimulated by new experiences that when you return you grind your teeth, tap your fingers, and basically act kinda ADD all the time and the only way to fix it is to go back. Or go to some place just as insane, like New York or Las Vegas or maybe just the mall as long as there are lots of flashing lights and people. But best to get there

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Dumb Criminals.The other day a couple of uniformed police men brought in a guy who was selling drugs in the park. They ran his name to see if he had any other offenses and it sent a message to the immigration people because he's flagged as being illegally in the country. The immigration people call us and send a picture to make sure it really is the same guy. The picture is older and the guy in

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Job Chronicles.I have now twice come upon very indignant Johns. The first was through a written complaint. A man who had just used a prostitute commented on her age, saying that she seemed younger than she claimed to be. The prostitute told the John that she could get him a girl of any age all the way down to 12. The John felt that this was going too far and sent in a complaint against the woman

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Motorcycles, tattoos and mooching.I made mac-n-cheese last night. After I made the pasta I realized I had no milk. I tried to make the cheese sauce with butter but it wasn’t quite right. I decided to ask my neighbors if they had some milk and they gave me the last of their carton which was enough for me to have cereal for breakfast this morning. I think this is one of things that I will keep from

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I have had an awesome week.Firstly, I had today off due to the furlough days all city employees are taking to help the city balance it's budget. I don't really mind getting a day off without pay, cuz I loves me a long weekend, and a short week.Secondly, I feel like I am really starting to fit in at work. The cops LOVE taking me out to lunch and teasing me in a friendly, family way. Like prank

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11 May 2009At my job, I am surrounded by chivalry. The cops will hold a door open for a lady even if it means they stand at the door, holding it open for a good, solid minute before I get to it. For some reason they always apoligize when they swear around me. I figure I'll get them broken of that soon enough. They offer to bring me food and drinks everytime they leave the office.I get called

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On Saturday I went to the laundr-o-mat to get change. As I was leaving I noticed a woman sitting in one of the chairs at the end of an aisle of dryers. She was wearing khaki shorts and a green, sleeveless shirt, which was only a little strange because it was snowing outside. What was really strange was that she was taking her bra off with her shirt still on and the bra was bright red and covered

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Yesterday I saw a Catholic priest pick up change out of the gutter, a kid in an astronaut costume eating an ice cream cone and a guy in the holding cell at work staring at his hand and moving it around like a fish.Work was kind of boring but after dinner I bought Cassie and I ice cream cones. The routine isn't all bad, but I"m so aware of how fun it was without one. The days are going faster now

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A Night At the Auto ShowI walk into the auto show and the lights and the smells and the reflecting, flawless paint jobs bring out everything of my grandfather and uncles in me and I walk confidently around knowing I could make deal if I had to. Especially with a few Pabst in me, greasing the gears.The rednecks stare at Chrysler's new concept car and take pictures and mutter.A bunch of the

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Good Deed For the Day. This week I learned how to ride the bus in Denver. The most important lesson is that unless you want to score some kind of narcotics, don't use the bus stop at Colfax and Broadway.I didn't know for sure where else to get on my number 2 bus on Tuesday (but have since found that there are a couple of stops nearer and less nutty) so I stood down there for a good hour. I would

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What? In preparation for the new job, I had my physical with the City of Aurora yesterday. I wasn't exactly sure what kind of check up this would be other than a drug test, but apparently Aurora is very concerned with my auditory senses. I filled out three forms, the first one was almost all questions about if I wore protection to save my hearing; if I'd ever had ear injuries; if I ride

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Back to school.I got a job. Reflecting the poor state of the economy, it's a job with the city of Aurora that will, so far, only be one day a week. The only reason they could hire me, when the government is otherwise in the midst of a complete hiring freeze, is due to the fact that the program is grant funded. That's about right, the economy is so bad that there are only part time jobs left for

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I just read an article about Obama's style in the New York Times. It was a fluffy, entertaining but rather unimportant article.I get the headlines sent to my inbox every day and I usually read them and then follow a few of the links to the full article. Lately, I have been less inclined to do so. The articles about the economy and unemployment numbers bring me down. News has never had such an

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Today was grey all day. A complete turn-around from the earlier part of the week.On Wednesday I went for a walk in the park that is only a half block from my apartment. It was so sunny, I even took off my sweater and tanned my arms as I walked around the park.I stopped at a picnic table to watch the people. I checked my email on my phone. I sat for about five minutes enjoying humanity and the

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Denver is an interesting city. When I first got back to Denver from my travels far on the other side of the planet, Denver seemed a whole lot smaller than I had remembered. Granted, I had just been to a few of the biggest cities in the world (according to Wikipedia, Istanbul is number 3 by population, Cairo 22 and New York 13), comparatively, it is kinda small. But I started to feel really lucky

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I'm afraid of the dark. I think all kids are good at freaking themselves out and imagining every shadow as a monster or intruder and getting all kinds of scared. As a kid you can usually talk yourself out of it, too.It's been over a year since the robbery in Mafeteng, but once you have an experience where there was no talking your way back to the safety of knowing your doors are locked an no

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I won this contest from a country radio station here in Denver. I entered on a whim, it was for the best engagement story in Denver. I didn't even really look at what I would win, but I thought, hey, I already wrote a blog about my sheep and it IS a pretty good story. I pretty much just copied and pasted the blog and about a month later I won all this crazy stuff. They called and told me they "

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since i'm a sucker for reflection and list writing...I'm gonna go with future first...In 2009 I will have my first real grown up job. I will get married. I will learn what it is like to budget when you have a real income instead of a stipend. I will keep in touch with my friends who are now spread all over the world.I will not take a drag off of anyone's cigarette. I will not forget to eat. I

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Yesterday I was signed up to work at Denver's annual holiday part for the homeless. Father Woody's charity puts on this whole thing every year and I was slated to work in the coat room for the better part of my day at the nice, warm, Sheraton Hotel down town.But I got a call from the temp agency and they wanted me to work at the Bronco's game the very same day as the party and I haven't made any

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I love living in the city. One of the best things my Peace Corps experience taught me was an almost complete immunity to getting pissed off due to sexual harassment. I mean, personally; I would still be supremely angry if anyone did anything to my mom or sister and yah, there are definitely things I would not put up with, but walking down the street and getting unwanted attention pretty much

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Pictures from about a year ago...the infamous donkey par crawl (the first one ever)First, a walk to the falls (Maletsunyane Falls, highest in Africa)looking down the fallsOn the donkey at 11AMSome love from our guide (and I snagged his hat)Arriving at the first barChillin' at the second barPeace Corps LOVE!!!

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I stole this post from Marshall, a friend from college who just mentioned on his facebook page that he wrote new blogs and it sparked my interest and now you get this. Isn't the internet fabulous? You're supposed to write 7 things that most people don't know about you. It's not all that original but I'm in need of a little self indulgent egoism.1. If I walk somewhere and then have to retrace my

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Now that I'm home, I worry about my family more. Maybe I just worry more in general because while I was away the physical distance made me feel detached, not just from my life in the States, but from my family and friends. Now that I'm back and I have to adjust to living the way grown up Americans live, I worry about bills and payments and my family. I worry about my sister walking to the bus

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So, the interview went well and I am actually really qualified to do the job, but...What I'm noticing is that these jobs for grassroots campaigning mostly have to do with raising money. And, yah, they raise awareness by raising money, people who give money for an issue are going to want to know what the hell that issue is all about before they give funds to it. I get it, yes, I would be telling

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My new favorite thing about the States is even when it's snot-freezing, toe-chilling, ear-burning cold outside, you actually warm up as soon as you step inside. I LOVE indoor heating.

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Yesterday I got on a Wiki-pedia spiral and learned that the person who would become the president if both the vice and speaker of the house were unavailable is an office called the president pro tempore. I had no idea who that was, but it turns out, it is the highest ranking senator, kinda like the vice president to the vice president who is the president of the senate.I also learned that before

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pride.It was pretty sweet to finally feel good after an election day. To watch the results come in and not feel completely ripped off. I never really knew what it was like to not feel dread the day after the election, to check out the foreign newspapers and check to see if they gave any of us good ones credit for being good or find that had totally given up on us all.Sure I can say that I *

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one of my favorite parts of being in america is non-stick pans and my william-sinoma spatula for making eggs in the morning. amazing.

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Being in the States feels like getting a care package in Lesotho. It's like I feel like it's all gonna run out so I need to ration it out, but every once in a while I indulge, like when I'd give up and eat the whole box of C-its in one day even though I wanted them to last for a week. Being in America feels like that indulgence everyday. Like taking a shower every day (I still can't do it, every

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Yesterday the internet didn't work and because of the move, we don't have cable until next month. I actually kinda like the lack of TV (although I would have loved to see the 30 minute Obama prime time ad last night and the Daily Show) I get really lazy when there is TV. But I had planned my day around having internet. I needed my sample ballot, with plans to go vote today in Longmont.The only

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And of course since I happened to come three weeks before the election, I can't help but become completely immersed in the craziness of the whole thing. Of course I have now seen things that made me wish that I could just go back to Lesotho, where I didn't have access to youTube and all the clips and ads and people in this country who make me want to leave. But then I watched this and remembered

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check out all the pictures from my trip.

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As promised, riding a bike without a helmut. HA! take that Peace Corps.Highlights of My Trip: Restoring Your Faith in HumanityCrazy things happen when one travels alone for a month straight.Along the way I was taken in by an Indian couple in Cairo who couldn't stand to see me eat McDonalds.(hehe, Arabic writing on the wrapper)They travel around the world together, she lives in Delhi, he in

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I've been a bad blogger. And now i have too much for one blog! What am I to do??Firstly, I'm in the States, in Denver even. It's spectacular. But cold. So, lets go back a little.I got to New York on Monday evening, my flight landed a little late, but we made it through the passport stamping line pretty quick and then me and my fellow passengers from Istanbul waited for our luggage. And waited and

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Leisurely Making My Way Through Istanbul.I wasn't sure there was much that could top the bath house but then I went into the treasury at the Topkapi Palace yesterday and, boy howdy, there were some of the biggest gems in the world! An 85 karat diamond, rubies, emeralds, pearls, ivory, it was amazing. I now understand the concept of treasure and why people used to go searching for it. They didn't

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Taking a Long Hot Bath.Yesterday morning I went to one of the famous bath houses. It was a chilly morning, it's been rainy here for a while. I was excited to get into the warm bathroom, but I had little idea what to expect. I knew there was nudity involved, but I've been rubbed down in vaseline by my future mother in law, and i was on the swim team for years, being naked with a bunch of women

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turkey at the present timewhile ı was starting to feel a little depressed about the way our sloppy american culture has spread all over the world, ı heard yesterday something that made me smile. ın the square here ın sultanahmet they have fortune telling bunnies. they sıt on a table and then they pıck up little papers and ıts like a bunny fortune cookie. so, even for the mcdonalds and the bar

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McArabia and other notes on globalization.Shameful as it is, i went to Mickey D's in Cairo, hey, sometimes you need what's familiar. So, what did I eat at that old time, fast food, multi-national corporation? a mcarabia. In Cairo, they serve two kinds of McArabia, one with grilled chicken and one with kofta. I tried the later. It was pretty good, nice spices.There is a TGIFridays on a river boat

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Out of AfricaSo, I'm now officially off the continent of Africa and wow, Europe is rad. There's amazing things here in Athens, like meters in the taxis, Starbucks, a subway and fast internet. It didn't really occur to me til today that I haven't left the African continent in two years, I haven't been to a really developed country in over two years, and whoa, is it amazing.There was Swiss cheese

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Cairo is a Crazy PlaceOk, so, there was a whole lotta drama getting to the airport in Joburg, and then I forgot the name of my Hostel, and some creepy guy from the tourist info at the airport brought me to a different hostel and then my hostel people found me and brought me here, and it's all kinda complicated and nutty, but in the end, things were fabulous. The people at both hostels are really

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Alphabet ka SesothoA- Arribiata, the best pizza at the Goho... except that it’s a different pizza each time, depending on the ingredients available that day. But it usually includes chilies, tomatoes, mushrooms and all kindsa cheese.B- Barefoot. White South Africans, at least in the Free State are very often found not wearing shoes in public places such as the mall. Culture shock....C- Corruption

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Engagement party Basotho Style28 August 2008Last night I was officially welcomed into the Lethoko family. This involves a sheep. And Vaseline. It started with my new mother in law wrapping me in a blanket, taking me outside and presenting me with my sheep. She told me that it was my sheep and that I was welcomed to her family and asked if I agreed to be part of the family. I told him I did and

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Nothing about Peace Corps is easy. First, it's leaving your family and friends and comforts, then its adjusting to the culture and the lifestyle. Then you have to find work and readjust your expectations so that you can actually be helpful. Then you just start to get into a routine and feel like life is kinda normal and then all your friends start to leave and you have to leave, too.But despite

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The first thing I want to say today is just a little about what Lesotho is like right now. First of all it's winter and chilly, but the days are sunny so it's not so bad. The trees are naked though, and the fields are varying shades of brown and yellow. But it's not as desperate looking as it was last year, we had good rain all summer and the rivers are still full. There has been frost every

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19 June 2008Sorry, I'm out of intellectual things to say for now...thus pictures from my birthdayDancing on stage at a bar in bloem...me and gayle-ythe tatoo

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happy birthday to me.i got a tattoo for my birthday. i finally got the star that i have always admired on my grandfather's hand, but i got it on the inside of my wrist. it didn't really hurt, but now it's itchy.my birthday was pretty awesome. my friend gayle and i decided at easter that the plan would be to go to bloem, get dressed up, tattooed, eat sushi, take long baths/showers and watch movies

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Random Pictures in LesothoThis is me and my friend Gayle, who is probably the coolest person here.This is the sign on Sani PassThis is on the way to the top of Sani.This is a giant bowl of mokopu (pumpkin) for my host brothers graduationthe pub at the top of the passThis is what a speed bump is called in LesothoThis is me enjoying a local beer and the fact that there are no open container

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I just had my close of service conference last week and picked my official day to finish my service, 12 sept. it feels so permanent and solid to have a date. that is the date i become an RPCV, returned peace corps volunteer. i earn my "r" so they say.the conference was a little traumatizing when they told us we had to decide right then and there what our date would be. i had a weak moment and

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My last big project as mentioned in the last post.3 April 2008I have been working fairly closely with a group of villages in the mountains just above where I stay called the Tajane (tah-jah-nee) area. Last year we had our sports camp up there, this year I had my youth workshop in the same area and now we are still doing follow-up with the kids and keeping in touch with the councils. When I went

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26 March 2008Vacuuming. I have no vacuum. The only person I know in Lesotho who has one is Olaf. Oh, and there is one at the Peace Corps house in Maseru. Most houses do not have carpet and so the need for one is not that great plus they are real expensive. I have cement floors in my house covered by what they call “carpet” here but what is actually some kind of plastic/linoleum-type thing that

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What Lesotho Looks Like29 February 2008I heard from my good friend Megan, back home, this week. We got to talk on the phone for a little over an hour and for about the first half hour she asked me questions about people here, and the things they do and it made me realize that there are a lot of differences between here and there and I have gotten pretty used to a lot of them and its going to be a

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This morning i woke up in the peace corps t-house and there were birds calling to each other outside my window and they sounded like African birds. they were African birds. the only reason that i make a point of this is that Lesotho is not one of those "traditionally African" looking places. in fact, it looks more like New Mexico than the Serengeti. and there are not really any animals around to

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Tuesday 29 January 2008Good News.Today I found out that Itumeleng Ntsane, the thirteen year old girl who was living by herself, double orphan, the one who, with her two brothers, was the main focus of the article by Scott Calvert that lead him to the CDPPM and to me, has been accepted into an orphanage in Mohale’s Hoek, one that is funded by the group set up by Prince Harry. I was pretty freakin’

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Decisions.21 January 2008I have no idea what is ahead of me. Ok, well, I have some idea. I guess I have the same amount of knowledge as just about anyone does about their own future. We all make plans and are sometimes faced with unexpected opportunities and have to make choices. I’m not special. Still, I am having a really hard time coming up with where to go next from here and there are two

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**** finally there are pictures!!!!****chirstmas was a little too exciting…5 January 2008But vacation got better after the birthday of Christ.Even though we weren’t leaving for the coast till the twenty-seventh, my travelling companions claimed we needed to get the hell out of Lesotho for Chirstmas day (I kinda wanted to stick around, maybe spend my last Christmas here with my family, and now I

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21 December 2007I miss America. I miss neon signs, four lane highways, Waffle House and NPR. I miss American accents and American ethnicities. I miss Mexican Americans and Mexican American culture. I miss lowriders.I miss American pizza, the greasy, cheesy, mess you get from Pizza Hut and the light, flakey crusted, pesto and sundried tomato kind from Protos. I miss American Beer, the unique

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Cultural exchange.Saturday. World AIDS Day.There was an amazing poetry reading at a restaurant in Maseru called Good Times (this place was put here, given this name, just to taunt me—oh how I miss the Good Times of Colorado). All kinds of Basotho youth got up, dressed in their red and black, read their own writing, rapped, sang. It was spectacular hearing these intense, creative, lovely words

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Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.-- Jack Kerouac, Lonesome TravellerIt's amazing how something that seems so strange and uncomfortable can end up being just fine. I'm pretty much a senior in PC Lesotho now, the last of the oldest

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I know you think I have too much time on my hands and that I take a grip-load of pictures but, I thought you'd like to see where I live.I love the calming, yellow color of my walls accentuated by the white patch-up of the cracks in the walls...This is what i do with pictures, postcards, letters, magazines, etc... Moea likes it. She broke my mirror and i put it back with a DEFECTIVE sticker.This

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You don’t know much about raising chickens but you have heard a rumor about a religion based on leprechauns. The chickens have giant feet, which they will eat hereabouts, along with the beaks, which aren’t quite as large, but together they call it a walkie-talkie. When they walk, the chickens, not the folks who eat the feet, their feet wobble about like they are made out of rubber and it reminds

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i know, i'm like, totally on this photog spree... right?!lesotho lookin' a lot like albuquerque...or middle earth?this is how you deal with erosion, basotho stylei'll admit i did a little bit of touching up the color in this one...tassen burg, just beware of the tas-over

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24 October 2007And now for something completely different... (kinda)LIVESTOCK pictures!Wilburand random other pictures... because every goes through a photography phase (like a horse phase)creepy spidey in an abandoned half house behind mine near Makhakhe taken by Kate Rive near Katse over my garden on the hill behind my house

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Where My Pocies At? 10 October 2007I don’t want to freak anybody out or anything, but last Friday morning, two guys with guns, wearing masks broke into the house I was staying in—not my house, not in my village, but in the town of Mafeteng, at a German volunteers place. I was staying with four other volunteers; one was house-sitting for the owner who is in Namibia. Thursday was Lesotho’s

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Adventures with livestockChicken RunSetting: Mafeteng Market, afternoonWhile purchasing a container to put paraffin in, I was asked to wait while the woman selling me her jug washed it. I sat while I waited and watched a woman purchase a chicken. An older woman was selling them; she was dressed in raggy clothes and had a scarf around her head. The younger woman buying the chicken was dressed like

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A day in the life. 20 September 2007I wake up around six or six-thirty, when the sun comes in the windows and the roosters crow (although, sometimes they crow at one in the morning, they are confused). I lay in bed and wonder if there is a reason I should get up now or if I can wait at least until seven when The World comes on the BBC; it’s the better news program that comes on after Network

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Random PicturesMoea being a bad kittysnow on my pit latrineMoea and my BLTKeke, my neighbor being cool

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Things 28 August 2007Things I have eaten in the last year…Mpani wormsCow tongueSheep lungSheep brainSheep intestinesSheep liverA crapload of maize mealThings I have learned in the last yearWipe the rim of the pee bucket before sitting on it if you have already used it (condensation)Close the toilet lid or else mice will move into the latrineIf you start a conversation in Sesotho, the people you

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Confidence?Lately I have had some major doubts about whether or not any of the work I am doing here will make a difference to anyone or if it will all fall apart as soon as I leave. I wonder if this is just a confidence issue on my part, as in, perhaps these things could have been planned better, executed better, perhaps there was some way to make sure everything would actually work perfectly. Or

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13 August 2007I just got back to Lesotho after an exciting weekend in Joburg. Here is a little recap.The Lion King was pretty sweet. The costumes are as amazing as they say, the music was fantastic and the singing made up for the acting that was a little lacking. The little Nala had the most awesome voice, as did the woman who was Rafiki. Amazing. The coolest part of seeing the musical here was

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3 August 2007In fifteen days I will have been a volunteer for a whole year. Ever since June time has seemed to go faster. All the volunteers who are leaving this year say the second year goes faster (the world actually spins faster after you have been here a year, but still goes normal speed for the first years, it’s pretty freaky).Last week I had a cold and I lost my voice. I got all kinds of

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Some Pictures From This Week 16 July 2007 This is the creepy spider that was in my house when i had my new volunteers visiting and they had to sleep on the floor. bummer for them. why are there giant spiders now when it is winter? These are my neighbor girls wearing the jewelery that Austin sent in his box to me a while back. Aren't they cute?And finally, another picture of my lovely MoeaBy the

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Funny message I got on Myspace...how are you doing? hope you are doing very great. just found your page very intersting and like to say hello to you. any way am presently in maseru now. and will like to know more about you if you dont mind. like to read from you back soonest.

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Begging for AmericaOk, so, generally, I have found some really good substitutes for all the American goodies I like so much. But It has been over a year (!) that I have made do with these things, and somehow, I miss things more lately. Thus, this list. I'll survive without of course, but you know, it can't hurt to just let you know... :)Parmesan cheese (like "shaker cheese," as they say)hot

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Mysopa, Kaboso, Clark and LiraSnow! 6 July 2007Ok, so the snow was actually here on the 28th of June. It was great. Covered all the trash. This is my family in the snow. Gotta love being on the other side of the planet.This is Moea (white) and Pula (Tabby). Moea is mine. Moea talks a lot. She is super cute.This is Lineo and Naleli (means Stars). They are my favorite people in my village... well,

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A list of June* Though not technically June, my ‘M’e fed me sheep lung on my birthday and I threw up.* I helped a fellow PCV celebrate the end of his TB medication by singing karaoke and rockin’ out in a funny border town called Ficksburg.* I had the most frustrating week ever followed by one of the best, I suppose that’s just the way life works,* It snowed a good six inches last Wednesday. My

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Frickin' AOk, I don't have a lot of time online right now, but I just got the news that one of the last two white rhino's in Zambia was killed by poachers-- yeah, that's right, as in the ones featured in a picture in my last post. How freakin' lame is that? And people wonder why I like animals more than people...Kate thought it was funny when I said I wanted to see animals more than the Masai...

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A picture Blog... Some of the sights from my trip.A view from the trainA cool alley in ZanzibarA white rhino in ZambiaFunny sign at the campsite in the SerengetiWildebeests migratingA bug on my mosquitoe netting in ZanzibarThe night market A road in ZanzibarLions in the SerengetiElephantsin Ngoro-goro Crater Life is hard in the craterCheetahs!Eating Mophani wormsOn the train Kids run to the train

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Home Again 18 May 2007My non-stop-action-packed vacation of three weeks has had its way with me and having sucked me of my adventure juices, spit me out back in my house in Ha Ramahopi early this morning. Having not exactly planned every last detail of our trip caused us a bit of tribulation in transit, but otherwise things went swimmingly… and tribulations make good stories…We started our trip

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One Down Three to Go 20 April 2007Yesterday was the end of my first cookbook workshop. It was went well despite the few little, first-time problems (forgot the meat in my freezer, forgot my keys when I went to get the meat, had to buy new meat, but hey, now we have some for next time!).The support group members who were my participants were freakin’ awesome. Thirty-some women between the ages of

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9 April 2007—Riding the RiverThis weekend I visited one of the most remotely placed volunteers for Easter. She lives in a village called Ha Phafoli (Pah-foh-di) that is not only four hours (walking) from the main tarred road, but on the other side of the Senqu/Orange River. I went on the trip with three other volunteers and we got lucky and actually got a ride the whole way up and two different

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