Bear with me, Blogger wanted me to try out a new interface for the blog and through playing around with it I now have it saved like this. It is rather confusing and you can't see the picture in the background. I'll get around to changing it to something better later. Unless you like it this way...
You can thank my dad for the new blog post, I think he is my biggest fan. Sure, it's been awhile since my last post, but nothing that spectacular has happened--or maybe I'm just hiding things from y'all which is highly probable. SO, I thought I would give y'all a little something funny to whet your appetite before something big comes along.
To get the laughs going, here is a list of names/greetings I hear or get called here by the locals:
"White man" -- that's a fair greeting
"Hey buddy" -- no, I don't know you, and I don't want to buy drugs from you
"Hey guy" -- I'm still not your buddy...
"Sir!" -- I could get used to that
"Miss!" -- unfortunate downside to school kids being used to female teachers
"Mista Taylaa!" -- yessem?
Any sort of whistle -- if I'm walking down the road, then I don't want your drugs. If I'm in the supermarket it is my security guard buddy calling me over to catch up.
"Pssssst" -- yea I don't want your drugs either
"Ay boy" -- don't call me that, I'm older than you
"Red man" -- were I part Native American I would take offense to that
"Briceyyy" -- please stop, coach, that's what my mom calls me.
"Buzz" -- only a select group of people are allowed to call me that
"Fiance" -- for the last time, I will not marry you and take you to USA
"Yea! Yea!" -- Holy hell where do you guys find all these drugs to sell??
"Mr. Price" -- as long as you don't call me Bruce, I'll let that one slide.
"Eminem" -- niiiiiice
Those are pretty much the common ones I hear, sometimes they make me laugh and other times (drug related) they annoy me.
A few of y'all have been inquiring about my fake girlfriend Laura and our status. Well, I hate to say it, but we ended things last week. It wasn't her, it was me. My kids were asking about her the other day and I had to break it to them nice and slow.
"Sir, how Laura doin?"
"Oh, her? Yea I don't know"
"Sir, wat you mean?"
"We're not together anymore, we broke up"
"Uh! Sir why?"
"That's what people do, they grow apart sometimes and break up."
"Sir was you sad?"
"A little at first"
"Sir cried! I know he did!"
"What?! No I promise I didn't cry! too much..."
"So sir, you single nah?"
"Yea I guess I am"
"What do you tink of mah sista?"
Annnnd that's why I had a fake girlfriend in the first place, so I wouldn't have to deal with those awkward situations presented at the end of the conversation there. Why are they always awkward? Because they ask me right in front of the sister they are talking about. There is no safe way out of that. I can't say yes and make things weird and encourage further conversations of this type. I also can't say no because that would be rude and the last time I said no was because her sister was 17 and I told her that was illegal. That sister doesn't talk to me anymore... In this case, I switched the subject and asked them if they had finished their homework yet, or complimented the little boy on his coloring of Spiderman. That didn't last long though and my neighbor was back on the subject of relationships. Whatever sparked this next question of hers, I have no idea, nor do I know where she learned the word. She asked me next (singing the tune to a song) if I ever had nookie. If you don't know what that word means then definitely don't go looking it up, but also don't worry because you will waste precious grey matter in your brain. The only person that would ever use that word in a sentence and think it was cool is Fred Durst, and he is about as cool as showering with your dad. So now I've got to delicately work my way through a conversation started by a 14 year old about nookie. After handling the situation with some jokes we move on...To an even funnier conversation. My neighbor, the 14 year old girl I teach who is awesome, then asks me if she can be my girlfriend if I wait for her to get older. We all laughed and I think she was being facetious also, but I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't. She was going on about how I was perfect and she I thought I was the right guy for her. I asked her if she would still think that in 10 or 15 years when I'm older. She insisted that I would still be the right man. It was all very funny, but you've got to know the people and the lingo here. You should visit.
Other than that, the past couple of weeks have been low-key. Not in the sense that I'm not doing anything. Quite the contrary, I'm busy every day, but it's more of the same old song. I go to my school to help teach on Monday and Tuesday, the rest of the week I'm at NaDMA and in the evenings I have football practice. The only new things to my routine are waking up at 5:30 to go run and workout before watching the sunrise. I was always a workout in the afternoon type of guy, but there is plenty of time in the morning to get things done. There is no need to waste it on extra hours of sleep, plus it feels sooo good. I'll admit, it took about two weeks of hitting the snooze button at 5:30am before I would actually go for a run, but I've got it down now. The other change to my routine is I've started the paleo diet, also known as caveman diet. I don't like the word diet because it implies the need to lose weight (which I definitely don't need to do), and it also implies that it is a temporary thing you are doing. Without going into to much detail, the paleo diet is basically eating like our ancestors did during the paleolithic age, or caveman era. You eat whatever they could get their hands on back then--fish, grass fed beef, chicken, veggies, fruits, nuts, roots--and exclude things like grains, legumes (my beloved peanut butter), dairy products, salt, refined sugar, and processed oils. Basically you don't put any chemical and junk food into your body and eat only super duper delicious high protein meals that leave you feeling awesome. I like it a lot and it has me feeling good, and since I'm not sacrificing anything besides shitty food then there is no worry about giving up on the "diet".
Our football season is coming to and end, but there will still be plenty of games and other tournaments to play in until next season. Hopefully, once it is over I can slack a little bit on practice and get into the other areas of my community and also convince my coach to take me fishing on his boat on the weekends.
To end, this past week/end, Katie's mom and step-dad (Libby and Ned) came to visit Grenada which was super awesome because they are a blast. It was also awesome because they were staying at a nice, reasonably cheap, resort on the north side of the island called Petite Anse owned and operated by some truly awesome people. After a nice day hike we were able to relax and enjoy the ocean and all the snacks/drinks Libby and Ned bought for us. We probably looked like pigs scarfing down all these chicken fingers, but Mackenzie was right in telling them that was the best meal we had in a good while and chicken fingers--who doesn't like chicken fingers?? The resort was right on this little beach cove which was really enjoyable because--with MAYBE the exception of maybe 2 volunteers that live near the water--we never get to enjoy the beautiful water that surrounds our new home. And as Matt put it, "Whenever you go the beach, do you guys immediately act like a child in the water?" Yes, we do and we love it. So here are a few pictures from our hike in Victoria (same hike we did at our summer camp), once I link up with Katie's Step-dad I will upload a few more photos.
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| Off into our beautiful landscape |
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| So I wanted to get all artsy with this one, but my camera blows. It was a bike in the middle of nowhere with a sign that says no tying of animals. |
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| Everywhere you go is green. |
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| Hey there, Mr Crab. What are you doing so far from home? |
Thanks again to Katie's parents for the fun week/end they gave us, especially the food. For those of you at home, please do come visit, and also be on the lookout for some snail mail. I'm in a bit of a letter writing craze. Erin, if you still want to do that culture program with your class (and I'm sure you do because you're jealous of me and Taylor being pen pals) you'll have to send me your new school info so I can reapply.
"Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth." ~Walt Whitman
Brice
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