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What I Made for M Face

ROTI

On a very regular day a few weeks ago, Station asked if I wouldn't mind ever having visitors. Very vague-like. I said of course! Bring on the guests. So he did. He brought art and food with him. and he cleaned our dishes all of the time. We had Pepper Pot, Cook Up Rice, and Mac Pie (mac and cheese).

One night our guest from Guyana taught me the art of roti. It is a blessed bread like treat. and I now know the skills needed to make it and their fabulous curry. It barely lasted the night we had it and the leftovers were quickly chowed down Sunday afternoon.

roll it up

sitting pretty

power to the people

Come, Apple Too!

Class has started again. It is Station's glorious last semester only in time to apply for more school. Which is a good thing. The answer to the questions that you are probably wondering (stop it! I know what you are wondering) is I don't know. We are excited to find out where we will be way more than I am excited to be enrolled in French 1010. Too many rolled r's. I like things nice and simple, they don't even tell me what tone to use. How the heck am I supposed to say this crap? ( Don't tell Stations grandpa I said that).

In better news, Station and I will now be seeing each other on weekends only. Please and Thank you. You can go ahead a flood my comment box (jokes on you if you try) with wo-is-me stories about you never seeing your shnooky for semesters on end because of "class conflicts", but you can go ahead and leave that to your own blog.

Okay, I am joking. Tell me about it.

Anyway, Station did a GREEAAAATT job on his test test test-a-roo. And is working his tail off at getting things nice and fancy for schools. In honor of his greatness, I made him a hat, courtesy of left over glittery foam and paper from our primary class.

He hasn't worn it yet, but I am sure he is just busy right now. So we will save that post for later. Let me go ahead and pull the cat out of that bag and say yes, there are a lot of extension cords in that picture. But let's not go there again.

Alright. So I am proud of my love and I am happy to see him tomorrow night. See you soon!

I know Big E, I know.

My Hands Are Dry

The day after the new year we went to a lake and fished. Bright and early we went. The week that Station worked at 3 am every morning, on his free day he chose to wake just as early. We had to bundle up. Since I brought not one, but two wrong sized shoes my dad just happened to have another pair in his car and let me wear them. Prepared for my lack of preparedness, that is his calling until the day I die.

Anyway, I sat around and kept the fishing holes nice and clean, took a nap, and then gutted the fish. In the time that I managed to gut 2 fish, my dad had done 5. The teeths hurt me. Fish don't need teeth.

On The Ice

That is Fresh

Shining the Ice with a lack luster auger

Gets The Fish

Thirsty

Juanita's First Time

I went fishing.

Don't fear. That isn't a homeless person. That is me.