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Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Boyfriends
Do they always have to be so different than me? |
.::. Tota .::. 1:12 AM
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Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Stressification
So I've been stressing out a lot lately with the new living arrangements and conditions, the state of my house (which is steadily getting better) among various other things. I started getting used to all that and my almost constant state of brokeness and then my car develops a clunking noise and my dog develops a limp. |
.::. Tota .::. 2:33 PM
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Blogging so Amy doesn't delete my blog and because I can't sleep.
So, ages and ages and ages ago, back before the most recent changes to my life story I was getting too much junk mail and taking up all of Amy's (of superamy.com's) space for our websites and emails. So it had to go. Now I'm using minxytota@gmail.com. Not as cool, but still functional and amazingly enough it doesn't get over 100 junk mails a day! |
.::. Tota .::. 3:04 AM
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Earth Hour
http://www.earthhour.org/home/ |
.::. Tota .::. 11:55 PM
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Soy una floja
So, I haven't blogged since I got back from Bolivia. I'm back, like officially, I've been here for forever. Most people that read this have seen me by now, if you haven't then you should probably work on that. I brought my puppy too, she's a whiny butt, but I love her. I'm working at Ryans again, but I think it's time for me to find a real job. If you know anyone that's hiring for more than minimum wage do tell! I speak Spanish pretty much and I'd love to work with hispanic kids (no offense to American ones, but I think they kinda suck). I also saw a honey bee the other day ago and now I wanna start keeping bees here, if I can find a colony and capture it. I don't want to actually buy bees with the whole Colony Collapse Disorder going on (if you don't know google it), but I'd love to have bees. Okay, it's a really odd hour for me to even be awake much less blogging. So, I'll talk to you guys lata. |
.::. Tota .::. 2:59 AM
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Santa Cruz and the Adventures of Miski, not in that order
Well, I had a bus ticket Sunday night, which would have put me here in Santa Cruz Monday. I just got here Tuesday, why? Well, my bus left at 4:30 from Sucre, so I was being good and packing. Miski, when we're at my hotel in Sucre, basically has free run of the hotel. There's a patio and she never shows any interest in leaving her family and friends to go out in the street. So, I was alone and packing with my door open so she could come and whine at me for not playing with her and then leave again as she wished. Well, the last time she whined at me was between three and three thirty. I thought nothing of it and finished packing at about fifteen ‘till four. As I was bringing my stuff down the stairs I realized that my puppy hadn't come out to see what the ruckus was about (she normally likes to attack my bags on wheels). So I hollered for her and snapped my fingers, normally enough to make her come running. No puppy. I then began to search every room of the hotel that was 1) unoccupied and 2) unlocked, all the while yelling for my dog. Still no dog so, I called Roxanna, the lady who runs the hotel and is like my Bolivian sister (we spend a lot of time together and she always takes care of Miski when I wanna go out and can't/don't want to drag her along). I was pretty sure Roxanna had left Miski with me when she went out, but just to be sure I called Roxanna who told me that she didn't have my dog and she would be right back to the hotel. I waited chewing on my nails and my trenza (you guys will see when I get home) and still randomly making rounds of the hotel opening doors and calling for my puppy. Roxanna got there and started to chew me out for not taking care of my dog but a flood of Spanglish (I only mix the languages when I'm upset) got her to start looking for my dog too. While she was rechecking the hotel I went out to start looking in the streets. I asked the store owners around the hotel that know me if they'd seen here and two of them said they had. I'm not sure if they did or not, I don't think they did. They lie to make you feel better a lot in Bolivia, so if they'd seen her or not, the fact that I was upset made them say they'd seen her. Then I went back to hotel and Roxanna said that Miski was probably in the open air market near the hotel, we always go there to buy her meat for her soups (that Roxanna loves to cook and spoil her) and the lady we buy meat from always throws a chunk of raw meat down to Miski. The market was closed though, so we stood near the door and hollered a bit. This brought two small boys and their guardian father type figure to the door. Roxanna explained our situation and at first the guy was like, no we're closed I can't let you in, but after a bit, being Bolivian (they're good at bending rules) he said he'd let in just one, Roxanna went in while I watched her six year old son Antonio. Roxanna came back puppiless and we went back to the hotel. Roxanna was talking about how we could go to the radio and the television stations and put out a reward for her to get her back. Well, about that time the door bell rang. I went to the door and there were two guys and a chick. They asked if the landlady was there and I hollered for Roxanna. When Roxanna showed up they asked if she was missing a dog. I was like, “Yes!” and started to describe her. Then Roxanna butted in and said it was her son's puppy. I gave her a look that said, “What?!” and she gave me one that said, “Shuddup.” So I did. They said that a friend of theirs had her, but he wanted to be paid before he returned her. Roxanna started to whine and say it was her son's puppy and she didn’t have much money. They said that he just wanted four hundred bolivianos and he would give there dog back. He wanted to sell her in another town, thought he could get two or three hundred dollars for her. Roxanna was like, no, she’s sick; he could never sell her for that. She then went on to craft a story about how the dog was given to her by a tourist who couldn’t travel with her because she was too sick. I was still a little confused as to why they were claiming my dog was theirs, but after a bit I figured it out. If they had known it was my dog they would have wanted a reward in dollars and not in bolivianos. Well, to wrap it up we finally got Miski back for 200 Bs. Once we had her we kept up the game that it was Antinio’s puppy until we were well out of site of the bad guys. Then I took Miski and chewed her out in Spanglish while Roxanna laughed at me. I’m not sure how that group got my dog. I’m pretty sure all four of them were just out to make a quick buck, or B. Like I said earlier, Miski doesn’t go outside by herself. It’s not something I trained her to not do; it’s just something she doesn’t do. I think they convinced her to leave with food or something like that and the fact they knew were she lived, but not who she belonged to, makes me wonder even more. If they knew where she lived, but that she wasn’t mine despite the fact that I’m always running around with her, yeah, just seems fishy. |
.::. Tota .::. 4:30 PM
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
Living, though barely
I´m still alive and fine, mostly. I got a nasty cold. My head hurts, my body hurts, I have a cough and a fever. I also get to spend about ten hours in a bus to go to Santa Cruz tonight. I may or may not make it there seeing how there are mudslides along the road, though the lady I bought the tickets from (one for me and one for the puppy) said that the flotas that left last night got in this morning fine. I leave here Thursday so I´ll be stateside sometime Friday. I need to come home, don´t want to, but I need to. So, I´ll be seeing some of you. |
.::. Tota .::. 11:44 AM
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Oh, and!
I was asked recently by Megan what I looked like these days. So here's a picture from Lima, Peru of me being excited about Dunkin' Doughnuts. Peru volunteers have it easy 'cause they have restaurants like that and can get good sushi what with the ocean being right there and everything, so here's a picture. I almost always wear that hat and the green thing hanging down on the side of my head is a trenza or cimba or latino hairwrap depending on what language you wanna talk in and where you're from. So, here's a picture:
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.::. Tota .::. 2:36 PM
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Que tal?
Well, I'm still fine other than a nasty cold I got in Lima, Peru that won't go away and is giving me an ugly cough. I got my puppy back, she was really sick. She had a stomach/intestinal infection so that she didn't want to eat because it hurt and couldn't get nutrients out of what she did eat. She's been shot with antibiotics and is now eating fine and putting on weight. When I got back to Tomina she was almost a skeleton. I'm currently in Sucre getting stuff done and will be heading back to Tomina tomorrow or Friday at the latest. I really should leave tomorrow but I've got stuff to do and now that the other volunteers are coming in I'm happy and don't really want to leave. I have a meeting planned Saturday though, so I'm going back. Letsee, what else is new, I got robbed the other day of all my money and identification except my passport. Mom has really helped me out with that and didn't even say I should just come home. I'm still not sure when I'm coming home. I figure I'll stay until the beginning of November and then get my butt in line and start working on getting home. I don't really want to come home, not that I don't love you guys, but I'm happy here. I fell in love with the culture and made friends with an entire town, it's not something you leave easily. |
.::. Tota .::. 2:24 PM
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Will I ever make an impact or will my life be spent bouncing before I felt I've made a difference?
Well, I'm in La Paz, Bolivia. Just so all of you know it's a really, really long trip from Lima, Peru to La Paz, Bolivia. I was in a bus for around abouts 30 hours. Tonight at 6:30 a bus is leaving to Sucre that I'm going to be on. It's going to be another over nighter. But once I'm in Sucre I'll be homeish and I'll hang out there till Friday I think at which point I'll actually go to Tomina and stay a bit. I have no idea what I'm going to be doing there, just trying to wrap up loose threads I guess. Get some closure or something. Being a normal person and not a Peace Corps volunteer is weird. I keep feeling like I have to call and tell them where I am, then I realize they don't really care. Though, all the staff have made it very clear they'll be there if we need them. Anyway, I'm gonna close this up and I'll keep you guys updated more or less as I can.