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"YO!"
(6/27/03)
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Short and sweet since I'm feeling
a bit under the weather (read on) and the wavering comp screen is doing
nothing for my eyes.
1.) Leigh and I both met a young man, Modeste, during our AIDS Day shindig
and we thought he'd be a good person to know, since he's worked with
volunteers before, speaks wonderful English, and didn't creep us out.
Thus, we gave him our phone numbers, which we NEVER do, and that was
that. So we thought. He started coming over all the time and recently
began saying things that had a certain "drageur" (pick-up)
quality to them. The final straw came when he sent both of us a text
message at 6am that (roughly translated from French) says, "The
song of the roosters and birds illuminates the sill of your window and
I join them to wish you a wonderful awakening. Gentle kisses to you
and have a wonderful day." Needless to say, we were not pleased
since a) He woke us before 7am and b)Yet another person we thought would
make a great friend has overstepped the line and will now be cut off.
Leigh sent me a text soon after that which simply said, "Should
we tell him that we're preparing for Hanukkah and that Jewish women
are forbidden to communicate with men under the age of 30 during this
time? I fell asleep again laughing...
2.) Late one evening (okay, so it was 8:30) we had fallen into a state
of bemused delerium and were goofing around with the dogs more than
usual. We talked about discipline and how we should use spray bottles
filled with water and spritz the dogs when they're bad, especially since
Minger hates water. All of a sudden we decided that we should always
carry a loaded squirt bottle, not for the dogs, but for the unrelenting
men. That way, when they won't leave us alone, we can whip out the bottle
cowboy style and spray away..."You're being a bad man! That's a
no!" We dissolved into peals of laughter, wiping away tears, when
all of a sudden Bousco wormed her way into Leigh's lap and out of nowhere
I said, "Bousco Boutros Doggie, you are too cute!" (a play
on Boutros Boutros Ghali, the UN Secretary General) Now it's our fave
nickname for her, tho I bet it's not near as funny to you as it is to
us. Nevermind.
3.) And speaking of worms...Late last week I had been suffering through
bizarre abdominal pains, but dismissed it as a reaction to the continual
stream of tuna curry I'm constantly pumping into my stomach. After dinner
at Leigh's I returned chez moi and went to answer a call of nature.
Without being obscene or unecessarily graphic, I turned around to flush
and noticed something a bit amiss. That is, if one would consider a
dead, 9-inch long worm floating in the toilet to be something amiss.
e first thing I did was laugh out loud and then in a moment of stupidity,
I reflex-flushed (should have instead saved it for a proper diagnosis)
and ran to the phone to text Leigh Ann. Long story short, I spoke with
our doctor and we decided that I was infested with roundworms that had
obviously been partying like mad in my intestines for a while. However,
the good news is that they're largely asymptomatic, which is why I never
felt sick, and the don't burrow into your innards like many worm varieties,
causing serious damage if they're not caught in time. Roundworms just
attach to your intestinal lining and therefore resist being flushed
out with the body's waste. I'm now taking Vermox, which will paralyze
and expel any remaining worms and their eggs. The best bit? It's the
same drug the dogs are taking for THEIR worm problem. However, my parents
didn't find this story as amusing as I did, tho I can't imagine why.
Well, I've already covered ameobas and intestinal worms, so I wonder
what other categories I have to conquer during the rest of my tenure
here?!
Alright, I'm gone. We're going to buy some sardines and pate (for the
dogs) and some grilled chicken from the street vendors (for us), before
heading home a bit earlier than usual. On a side note, in honor of the
LOTR's "The Return of the King" approaching release, which
I will unfortunately NOT be able to see anytime soon (enter disgruntled
peevishness here), I've started reading the trilogy again. However,
I play the soundtrack at the same time and since I've seen the movies
so many times, it's frighteningly close to actually watching them. The
things I consider entertainment here...
Stay warm! (and I'll try and stay cool)-
Leah
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