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Thank you soooooooo much, DC .. you're just positively sinful too.
I mean that in a good way 🙂
I mean that in a good way 🙂
what kind of pickle is this...
Ok .. now the truth .. a fish can't lie 😉
I'm really a big chicken shit and made my husband try it first .. I know, I know
.. what a wuss, right?
He didn't die and asked for more ..
I just bought some ham earlier .. now I know exactly what's going in the oven tomorrow.
.. what a wuss, right?
He didn't die and asked for more ..
I just bought some ham earlier .. now I know exactly what's going in the oven tomorrow.
I might not even get any now .. my husband went and bought some hot dogs (he loves hot dogs), just so he could put pickle on them.
Damn .. I created a monster.
Damn .. I created a monster.
Ummm...Let's see
1.) I had nearly beat-up(or nearly GOTTEN beat-up by) the pizza-man.
2.) FINALLY tasted what a Blueberry short was...*drools* It's goooooooood!🙂
3.) Planned to move to New Jersey in Late September of '07.
4.) ALMOST recieved a speeding ticket.
5.) Vomited due to the smell of piping hot cat piss & spoiled catfish filets from some lady...(NO LAUGHS!!!)
6.) And brought some new socks & a pair of light-blue/black/white Champs.\
In short, it's been great..How about you?
1.) I had nearly beat-up(or nearly GOTTEN beat-up by) the pizza-man.
2.) FINALLY tasted what a Blueberry short was...*drools* It's goooooooood!🙂
3.) Planned to move to New Jersey in Late September of '07.
4.) ALMOST recieved a speeding ticket.
5.) Vomited due to the smell of piping hot cat piss & spoiled catfish filets from some lady...(NO LAUGHS!!!)
6.) And brought some new socks & a pair of light-blue/black/white Champs.\
In short, it's been great..How about you?
Ah well, I must like putting myself in danger b/c I've done lots of really questionable things. And while I can say without a doubt, that people not from the former Yugoslavia really have a skewed perception of things there now, it's def. not as safe as let's say Idaho (not that crime doesn't also happen there). But after my friend backed out of me (after she saw a travel advisory warning on Kosovo and Bosnia on the U.S. and German governments' websites), I decided to travel alone to Bosnia,Serbia, and Kosovo (yes, I do know that Kosovo is still part of Serbia so as not to spark some heated political debate), knowing only a few words in Serbo-Croatian and only basic Albanian. Things were fine and I was pretty unbothered and calm, until I decided to go out for a stroll and find a bite to eat in Belgrade at around midnight(my train had just arrived an hour or so prior), and as I was walking along the nearly deserted streets with no sign of life, I saw in the distance a group of men and as I approached closer I saw they were all holding guns and upon closer observation I saw they were protecting a building, the American Embassy (well, of course, it all made sense, I can't imagine Serbs particularly liking Americans after we bombed them not even a decade ago and pretty much forced their country, with the help of Milosevic, into destitution. So, I decided it was best at that point, to walk back to the hotel with an empty stomach but alive. A block or so away from my hotel, some man in a uniform called out to me in Serbian. Not sure what to do, the only thing at the forefront of my mind was don't make him angry. He was police officer (basically the law) and of course had a gun. So, hoping he wasn't anti-American, I responded back something like I don't speak Serbian. Somehow in the course of the conversation, I managed to convey that I was looking for a restaurant, or a coney (or whatever they have open in Belgrade at midnight), and somehow he managed to convey that he would take me to one. As he motioned for me to get in the car, I froze, panicked, prayed to god that I'd reconsider church if he got me out of this one, etc.,..and as any
long story cont., lol
rational person would do, I got into the car (to find out that I was in the presence of not one but two complete strangers; his friend was driving). They drove me to this cafe/bar not to far from my hotel and we had a few drinks (meanwhile, I'm wondering if the fact that I was hungry and looking for food got somewhere lost in the translation). Throughout the hour or so that we sat there, we managed (somehow) to discuss a number of things, his friend (part Turkish, part Serbian) had seriously injured his knee while playing soccer and was enroute to the hospital before they picked me up (aww, bless) and he was sitting there in pain as we spoke, and that Darko Milicic was the Serbian with the Detroit Pistons, and how the policeman really loved the movie Robocop that was filmed in Detroit, LMAO! I was having a really good time (even amid the cold, unflinching glares I was getting from other people in the cafe when they heard my American accent), that is until, after getting back in the car, they proceeded to drive me in the opposite direction of my hotel far outside of town. 'WTF is going on?', was all that was going through my mind. Then, on some small side street in the middle of nowhere, his friend stopped the car, got out and walked around to where I was sitting, opened the door, and motioned for me to get out. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and with no way of escaping or of finding my way back to the city, I got out. The crazy fool, wounded knee and all, started dancing with me in the middle of the damn street, lmao. Phewww! We ended up going for pizza nearby. I can definitely say that was one of the craziest times of my life (and needless to say, memorable). That trip was filled with many such experiences, like the 8 hour bus trip to Pristina, Kosovo (of course, not without a screaming kid who threw up at the very beginning of the trip in the seat next to mine. The smell was the least of my worries as the mother of the child
rational person would do, I got into the car (to find out that I was in the presence of not one but two complete strangers; his friend was driving). They drove me to this cafe/bar not to far from my hotel and we had a few drinks (meanwhile, I'm wondering if the fact that I was hungry and looking for food got somewhere lost in the translation). Throughout the hour or so that we sat there, we managed (somehow) to discuss a number of things, his friend (part Turkish, part Serbian) had seriously injured his knee while playing soccer and was enroute to the hospital before they picked me up (aww, bless) and he was sitting there in pain as we spoke, and that Darko Milicic was the Serbian with the Detroit Pistons, and how the policeman really loved the movie Robocop that was filmed in Detroit, LMAO! I was having a really good time (even amid the cold, unflinching glares I was getting from other people in the cafe when they heard my American accent), that is until, after getting back in the car, they proceeded to drive me in the opposite direction of my hotel far outside of town. 'WTF is going on?', was all that was going through my mind. Then, on some small side street in the middle of nowhere, his friend stopped the car, got out and walked around to where I was sitting, opened the door, and motioned for me to get out. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and with no way of escaping or of finding my way back to the city, I got out. The crazy fool, wounded knee and all, started dancing with me in the middle of the damn street, lmao. Phewww! We ended up going for pizza nearby. I can definitely say that was one of the craziest times of my life (and needless to say, memorable). That trip was filled with many such experiences, like the 8 hour bus trip to Pristina, Kosovo (of course, not without a screaming kid who threw up at the very beginning of the trip in the seat next to mine. The smell was the least of my worries as the mother of the child
Even Longer Story Cont. (funny how this site serves as a diary for me sometimes, and I have been wanting to put this down on paper for some time now.
The smell was the least of my worries as I could only imagine what the child (about nine) was screaming uncontrollably in Albanian about. He was so terrified that his mom had to take him in her arms and rock him to sleep (after an hour of blood-curdling screaming). Hours later, we were met at the Serbian/Kosovo border by a soldier holding a gun pointed directly at the bus (and who appeared to be staring in the window at me). After looking at our passports, the soldier got onto the bus and questioned me (I was the only foreigner) as to why I was going to Kosovo (I was going to see a friend, but of course, didn't have his address). He was friendly then and let the bus go. My friend picked me up from the bus station in Pristina and after all was said and done, I had an amazing time in Kosovo (not without a few other crazy incidents though, like standing for pretty much the entire 10 hour bus trip from Pristina to Sarajevo b/c they allow more people on the buses there than there are seats!). The people everywhere (in Serbia, Croatia, Kosovo, Bosnia alike) were so incredibly nice and hospitable (well, most) and I really feel that it's one of the most fascinating places in the world for so many reasons. It's a shame that most Americans have not even heard of the region (or have so many misunderstandings and misgivings about it because of the conflicts there).
I've had so many similar experiences in my travels, like the time I lived in Italy for a summer. I was to receive a scholarship to study in Florence, but a few weeks before receiving the money, I decided to use the little money I had left (I had been living in Perugia for a month) to buy a plane ticket to Turkey to see my friend get married. Well, when I got back to Italy, I had less than a dollar to my name. So for an entire week, I had to live off of the remaining contents of my refrigerator. They say that necessity is the mother of all invention..with only some flour, sugar, and apricrot jam, I ended up living off these crepe-like things for about a week. God, I really don't know about myself sometimes!
The smell was the least of my worries as I could only imagine what the child (about nine) was screaming uncontrollably in Albanian about. He was so terrified that his mom had to take him in her arms and rock him to sleep (after an hour of blood-curdling screaming). Hours later, we were met at the Serbian/Kosovo border by a soldier holding a gun pointed directly at the bus (and who appeared to be staring in the window at me). After looking at our passports, the soldier got onto the bus and questioned me (I was the only foreigner) as to why I was going to Kosovo (I was going to see a friend, but of course, didn't have his address). He was friendly then and let the bus go. My friend picked me up from the bus station in Pristina and after all was said and done, I had an amazing time in Kosovo (not without a few other crazy incidents though, like standing for pretty much the entire 10 hour bus trip from Pristina to Sarajevo b/c they allow more people on the buses there than there are seats!). The people everywhere (in Serbia, Croatia, Kosovo, Bosnia alike) were so incredibly nice and hospitable (well, most) and I really feel that it's one of the most fascinating places in the world for so many reasons. It's a shame that most Americans have not even heard of the region (or have so many misunderstandings and misgivings about it because of the conflicts there).
I've had so many similar experiences in my travels, like the time I lived in Italy for a summer. I was to receive a scholarship to study in Florence, but a few weeks before receiving the money, I decided to use the little money I had left (I had been living in Perugia for a month) to buy a plane ticket to Turkey to see my friend get married. Well, when I got back to Italy, I had less than a dollar to my name. So for an entire week, I had to live off of the remaining contents of my refrigerator. They say that necessity is the mother of all invention..with only some flour, sugar, and apricrot jam, I ended up living off these crepe-like things for about a week. God, I really don't know about myself sometimes!
So, I decided it was best at that point, to walk back to the hotel with an empty stomach but alive.
I feel I should explain, I in no way felt I was in any harm from the Serbian military. I only meant that if there was a need for armed officers to guard the American Embassy, then many Serbs probably weren't too keen on the U.S. or Americans. And if I happened to come across the wrong person in passing on the street (someone with really strong anti-american sentiments), then that might not be so good. Serbia is a completely different place now as is the rest of the Balkan region.
I feel I should explain, I in no way felt I was in any harm from the Serbian military. I only meant that if there was a need for armed officers to guard the American Embassy, then many Serbs probably weren't too keen on the U.S. or Americans. And if I happened to come across the wrong person in passing on the street (someone with really strong anti-american sentiments), then that might not be so good. Serbia is a completely different place now as is the rest of the Balkan region.
Thanks DC, the compliment means a lot coming from a fellow writer such as yourself! : D I must feel like writing now, cuz I haven't even slept yet and it's well into the morning. Time to venture into dreamland (the Pisces domain!)
Yesterday evening, I went down to the river at the bottom of my hill - The Shendandoah River - and pulled some tiny stones out of the water. There was this old glass bottle that looked like it had been in the water for ages and I plucked it out and put all the little river rocks in it ..
Not far down stream there is a tree where a family of Bald Eagles always nest in .. I looked, but, couldn't see them. There were a couple boys around 10 wading in the shallow part of the river, turning up rocks .. they were looking for crawfish. The looks on their faces were priceless every time they turned another stone .. the excitment and anticipation of finding their treasure.
Sitting on the bank, watching the boys, admiring my own new glass treasure filled with river rocks, a water moccasin came swimming by .. I wasn't anticipating that, it's still a little early for snakes, so I thought .. there he was, wiggling close to my legs in the water. He was a baby and I looked around for it's parent .. but, didn't see one. The boys would have been delighted if they had known .. but, I kept silent and let the little thing work it's way on whatever mission it had.
Not far down stream there is a tree where a family of Bald Eagles always nest in .. I looked, but, couldn't see them. There were a couple boys around 10 wading in the shallow part of the river, turning up rocks .. they were looking for crawfish. The looks on their faces were priceless every time they turned another stone .. the excitment and anticipation of finding their treasure.
Sitting on the bank, watching the boys, admiring my own new glass treasure filled with river rocks, a water moccasin came swimming by .. I wasn't anticipating that, it's still a little early for snakes, so I thought .. there he was, wiggling close to my legs in the water. He was a baby and I looked around for it's parent .. but, didn't see one. The boys would have been delighted if they had known .. but, I kept silent and let the little thing work it's way on whatever mission it had.
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