I’m currently trying to “redecorate” my blog.
But I’ve never been super crafty. And I have the attention span of a labrador retriever.
So I decided to write a new post instead to fill you in on my life and times.
I”m exhausted. The end.
Just kidding! Get it? Its funny b/c I made you think I was done writing. Oh man, I am good.
I’ve been working a lot. Both jobs. I’ve also been contemplating a move to a city known as Nashville. My only issue with this decision is that Nashville is known for country music…and country music makes me want to take a long stroll off a short bridge….or a short stroll off a long bridge…or….
You get it, I’m not a country music fan.
But part of me thinks that maybe I’ve overstayed my welcome in this transitional period of my life. Its time for another transition.
I’m ready for a transition that’s more permanent. LIfe has other plans.
So there’s that. And then there’s my continuous quest to get to Africa. Its a lot more complicated than I thought. I have to get shots, get a Visa (not the card), get enough money for a plane ticket. And that’s the easy part! The trickiest part is finding a place to fly in to. I’m thinking of just building a hot air balloon with all my free time to take me there. It’ll give me something to do with all my complaining.
Plus, there’s the coolness factor that comes along with having a hot air balloon. Maybe I’ll even make the basket in the shape of a pirate ship. Although, air traffic control might not appreciate that.
I also need to learn Portuguese. I’m not really sure how to go about this. Audio books maybe? The only problem is that I don’t like being read to because it makes me feel inferior. I’d hate to have to put my tape player in its place. Plus, I have no one to practice it with. Maybe I could just speak it to my dog Oliver. He gets excited about everything you say to him, so that would be really great affirmation/encouragement.
In other news (yes observant readers, that is a “fresh” way of saying “also”) I still want to work for Oxfam. I got an email from an Oxfam media officer in New York City who gave me some “great” advice. He basically told me to take risks and hop the next plane to Santo Domingo. I’ll let you mull that one over on your own.
Which is a bummer because I have some great insight on that.
Finally, I am still training for the half-marathon. I can run a 5K in my sleep (and I think I do because I wake up so tired). But I just can’t seem to push myself past that. I will either have to find some magic running dust or find a stunt double.
Unfortunately i am redhead and that would be impossible to find.
C’est la vie.
