hey everybody! Will and I are feeling almost normal. We are back in Bangkok, this filthy stinky city and feeling a little out of sorts in a strange country. Will, much to my relief, loved Burma as much as I did the moment we stepped off the plane. It is an experience I will try to do my best to explain here to you all in this blog but I already know I will fail. There is a calm and inner peace that simply washes over me from the moment I arrive. It is the same feeling that catches me every single time I make the journey North from Albuquerque to Santa Fe. Watching the Sandia's rising up from the desert floor on the right and the Sangre de Christo's waiting to welcome me home the minute I get to the top of the mountain. It is simply put, a sense of coming home. This throw back of a country that has so much potential feels like me home. This time I actually inquired about the cost of my "dream home" in Sagaing. near the hospital and Monastery where I have been working and teaching these last four years. It would cost with the land included a whopping $4000. It was all I could do to not break ground this trip but my students are inquiring about what it would take to have a foreigner acquire land there. So, more on that in the future...time share? vacation rental?
Will has been great to travel with. And with every great journey, we have had some interesting times. Sometimes stressful, sometimes we laughed so loud the locals were concerned. There is something about Myanmar time that makes you really come to understand how ridiculous the construct of time truly is and what slaves we are to it. I would be the first to say that I was so please, those you who know me, don't give me a hard time here. I find myself always aware of where the sun is in the sky and when the sun is setting. What else do you really need to know?
I will try to summarize what we did in Myanmar and then go back and elaborate. We arrived in Rangoon/Yangon and immediately made plans to get to Ngaplai beach. I have been to this beach two other times and it is by far the best beach you can visit. Cheap, clean, and no one on it. SO different than Thailand! After the beach we went to Pyay, then onto Bagan, then to Mandalay and then Sagaing and then back to Rangoon and now back here, Bangkok. I am doing my best to hang in here at the internet but the air-conditioning is so cold I may have to throw int he towel early.
When we were in Rangoon trying to get to the beach, which was my first order of business in Myanmar, I had to get to the beach! We inquired about taking the bus. It was a 20 hour trip and only cost 20,000 Kyat whic is a little less than about $18. I was weary of a 20 hour bus trip...have not done that since I was jumping on busses to DC to protest war in Iraq (the first time) and for reproductive rights....the good old days when my spine was more limber and life was more of a party and I could go without sleeping for a few days. Anyway, we were told the bus was full the day we wanted to leave. Then I asked about the next day and was told it was then only a local bus, and the next day as well...essentially I was being told that the bus was never going to be available and that we needed to buy a plane ticket. So we bought plane tickets to the beach and flew out the next day. I did nothing for five days. really. I had no book to read, and I simply laid on the beach and wrote and listened to Lou Rawls and Etta James for hours on end. A little weird music combination with the surf but I went with it. Will and I went snorkling one day and it was amazing. It cost $12 for almost a whole day that included lunch on a small island eatig a whole bar-b-qued fish that our guide had stabbed to death with a spear in the water in front of Will. Fresh catch anyone? it was delicious and washed down with a Myanmar beer. The beach was so relaxing that I had a moment the night before we left that I was so sad we were having to leave already. I told Will that I was seriously considering not showing up to work and teach and just spending the next month right there in the beach. he said that would be fine by him. He really is easy to travel with! In the end we decided that we really wanted to have this trip be about the coast lines of the countries we were visiting. which really means we want to have as much beach life as we possibly can. So, we will be visiting the beach in Cambodia and Vietnam. We are still trying to figure out what we want to do with Laos.
While we were at the beach we ate fresh sea food everyday. Will had the opportunity to buy alcohol legally and enjoyed buying a fifth of Myanmar rum (1300 kyat = $1.30 US) and we had what we came to call the Burmalibre (rip of of the cubrelibre) everyday around 4pm, some days a little bit earlier. We drank a fair amount at the beach. What else do you do at the beach. Sun all day then have one beer and you are drunk. Or at least I am.
It is also funny watching people and their reactions to our traveling together. We will ask for a double which usually means a room with two single beds and sometimes they will show us toa room with one queen size bed. They assume we are "together" which always makes me laugh and feel oh so creepy and then we laugh again and try to explain aunt, nephew, blah blah blah. In the end we never have any idea what people are thinking but boy to they like. I forget how intense the staring is in the parts and am quickly reminded of what it feels like to be a minority.
Oh crap, more tomorrow after cooking school. I have not slept much in the last three days and am positively exhausted. More tomorrow!
Ciao
willandcody
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Half way gone...
What can you do with 10 dollars in the good old USA- maybe fill half a tank of gas in your econ-vehicle, maybe get one person into a cinema film, maybe a small meal at a restaurant...
In southeast Asia, 10 US dollars will easily get you a hotel room (dirty) for two, a beer or three, some noodles, a visit to the local gold-leafed Buddha image, and probably a taxi ride around town.
If the 284387635 touts asking "hey, where you go" don't wear you out, the heat will, and after walking around for several hours looking at the different items- ranging from complete crap toys to beautiful woven handicrafts to stolen digital cameras- the comfort of a small tea stand is unmatched.
So you grab a taxi- maybe the back of some locals motor-scooter, maybe a tiny blue Mazda truck, maybe one of the "quality" local taxis, maybe a bike with a side cart (the driver can easily carry two passengers and three tons of luggage up hill at 25 km/hr) back from the market to the streets where your hotel rests. Though it seems like a fairly busy intersection to you, the driver has apparently never heard of it, and while you struggle to pronounce the names of the streets, he drives around, aimlessly, in search of your final destination. ALAS, you arrive, three blocks shy of your beautiful guest house, dusty and sweaty, and head to the nearest tea shop. You grab a seat upon one of those plastic stools, about a foot above the ground, and order a Myanmar Tea, Tea with Milk, or Bo man SE from the 10 year old boy who taking orders. Your tea arrives in a small, dirty white tea cup, and after stirring for 2 minutes and taking about what a great tea it really is, you drink it up and watch the locals ooogle over your clothing and skin color.
After tea, you somehow climb the 18 flights of stairs to your room- two beds and a writing table (if you are lucky)- and cuddle up with the sleep sack and your diary to recollect the days events.
Burma/Myanmar is truly a beautiful place.
Everyone is welcome, and at no time does one ever feel as though the locals don't want him/her there. The people, despite the oppression they face from their ruthless government and the poverty associated with a developing nation, are as friendly as they come, ready to shout a few words of English and maybe give you a business card.
The bus rides are long, dusty, and there is constantly unharmonious music blaring from the speakers. The chocolate lacks taste. Time stands still, maybe just for a moment while you get caught up in realizing how much you feel at home, even thousands of miles away from your actual mailing address.
The weeks we spent in Myanmar were, for me, life changing. You really get a great appreciation for the life you have at home and the opportunity you are born into when you visit a place like this. I cannot begin to describe the experience, more than this, without spending hours on the computer. which i do not want to do....
Cody and I are at this net cafe of Khao San road in Bangkok now. We've been here once already today, trying to avoid the touts and the tuk-tuk drivers. There is this really fat man that has been in here every single time we come, both visits. Funny stuff. Tomorrow we will take Mai Kay Dee's cooking course and tr to figure out to exit this country.
Much travels ahead. To all the folks back home, BE WELL, and tell your lovers you love them.
More later,
WILL(and Cody.)
In southeast Asia, 10 US dollars will easily get you a hotel room (dirty) for two, a beer or three, some noodles, a visit to the local gold-leafed Buddha image, and probably a taxi ride around town.
If the 284387635 touts asking "hey, where you go" don't wear you out, the heat will, and after walking around for several hours looking at the different items- ranging from complete crap toys to beautiful woven handicrafts to stolen digital cameras- the comfort of a small tea stand is unmatched.
So you grab a taxi- maybe the back of some locals motor-scooter, maybe a tiny blue Mazda truck, maybe one of the "quality" local taxis, maybe a bike with a side cart (the driver can easily carry two passengers and three tons of luggage up hill at 25 km/hr) back from the market to the streets where your hotel rests. Though it seems like a fairly busy intersection to you, the driver has apparently never heard of it, and while you struggle to pronounce the names of the streets, he drives around, aimlessly, in search of your final destination. ALAS, you arrive, three blocks shy of your beautiful guest house, dusty and sweaty, and head to the nearest tea shop. You grab a seat upon one of those plastic stools, about a foot above the ground, and order a Myanmar Tea, Tea with Milk, or Bo man SE from the 10 year old boy who taking orders. Your tea arrives in a small, dirty white tea cup, and after stirring for 2 minutes and taking about what a great tea it really is, you drink it up and watch the locals ooogle over your clothing and skin color.
After tea, you somehow climb the 18 flights of stairs to your room- two beds and a writing table (if you are lucky)- and cuddle up with the sleep sack and your diary to recollect the days events.
Burma/Myanmar is truly a beautiful place.
Everyone is welcome, and at no time does one ever feel as though the locals don't want him/her there. The people, despite the oppression they face from their ruthless government and the poverty associated with a developing nation, are as friendly as they come, ready to shout a few words of English and maybe give you a business card.
The bus rides are long, dusty, and there is constantly unharmonious music blaring from the speakers. The chocolate lacks taste. Time stands still, maybe just for a moment while you get caught up in realizing how much you feel at home, even thousands of miles away from your actual mailing address.
The weeks we spent in Myanmar were, for me, life changing. You really get a great appreciation for the life you have at home and the opportunity you are born into when you visit a place like this. I cannot begin to describe the experience, more than this, without spending hours on the computer. which i do not want to do....
Cody and I are at this net cafe of Khao San road in Bangkok now. We've been here once already today, trying to avoid the touts and the tuk-tuk drivers. There is this really fat man that has been in here every single time we come, both visits. Funny stuff. Tomorrow we will take Mai Kay Dee's cooking course and tr to figure out to exit this country.
Much travels ahead. To all the folks back home, BE WELL, and tell your lovers you love them.
More later,
WILL(and Cody.)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
little bit dusty and dirty....
but other wise pretty healthy. Mingalabar everyone! Will and I are back from Myanmar/Burma. I was unable to check my email and the blogspot due to government restiction. Right now I am just going to do a qick update and then come back a little later and update you on all of Burma. We were there for 22 days and it went by so fast. Every last part of it was amazing and beautiful and we will try to put up at least one new photo of us. Will contracted giardia the last three days we were there. Thankfully, my associate acupuncturist from Germany was traveling with a huge bottle of grapefruit seed extract and we jumped right on it. I forgot to pack this myself, it was on my list and I ran out of time due to too many distractions before I left. Anyway, he is better and had his first meal last night after two days. We have come to understand that we are compatible travel mates and somewhat the yin and yang of one another.....he is shitting too much, me not so much. We stayed at the monastery the last ten days and each had our own cabin. It is wonderful at the monastery but they have outhouse style squatter toilets that have lots of mosquitos fluing about. I have grown to despise the sound of the mosquito. Perhaps Will and I will dedicate one single blog to restrooms conditions in Myanmar. Pretty interesting to say the least.
I am feeling a little depressed today after what seems like such a whirlwind tour of Burma. The time with my friends/students is never quite enough and the goodbye is always tearful. We never really know when we will see each other again. I suppose this is a lesson with any situation in life, that you never know what will come tomorrow and should make the most of today. We certainly made the most of the trip. We are now trying to decide what is the next best destination. We have just over a month left and we would like to try and make it to Cambodia Laos and Vietnam. It will almost be impossible and we may need to drop Laos or Vietnam...so hard to choose, not quite as serious as Sophie's choice obviously, but still, to not choose either is heartbreaking.
Ok, I think this is all the time I have for now. Need to go to another internet cafe that will let me get to my .mac account and pay some bills!
Talk to you all soon enough!
willandcody
I am feeling a little depressed today after what seems like such a whirlwind tour of Burma. The time with my friends/students is never quite enough and the goodbye is always tearful. We never really know when we will see each other again. I suppose this is a lesson with any situation in life, that you never know what will come tomorrow and should make the most of today. We certainly made the most of the trip. We are now trying to decide what is the next best destination. We have just over a month left and we would like to try and make it to Cambodia Laos and Vietnam. It will almost be impossible and we may need to drop Laos or Vietnam...so hard to choose, not quite as serious as Sophie's choice obviously, but still, to not choose either is heartbreaking.
Ok, I think this is all the time I have for now. Need to go to another internet cafe that will let me get to my .mac account and pay some bills!
Talk to you all soon enough!
willandcody
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
hello everyone. Tonight I must take up the serious topic of keyboarding. I realize that long gone are the days when kids take typewriting in seventh grade with Mrs. Graves at Central Intermediate but was that such a bad skill to encourage of the young? I now find myself in many internet cafe's with so many characters on the keys you can hardly discern what you are typing. Every person has their own style but the italian lady and her man friend next to me really seems to be a bit of a banger on the keys. She is THE fastest tow fingered hunt and pecker I have ever seen. As far as the all time fastest typer I have ever witnesses it would have to be Dr. Alix Bjorklund my former associate who had the most amazing skill I could have watched her at the computer for hours.
Anyway, Will and I are pulling out of Bangkok in the early morning for Bangkok. The suit fits fine and will be done when we get back. Hope all is well in the mean time.
will and cody
Anyway, Will and I are pulling out of Bangkok in the early morning for Bangkok. The suit fits fine and will be done when we get back. Hope all is well in the mean time.
will and cody
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
leaving Bangkok
Hello everyone and thanks for tuning in to our blogspot. We are leaving tomorrow at the crack of dawn to catch the bus back to the airport and fly into Yangon/Rangoon. Our flight leaves Bangkok at 7 am so an early start indeed! We are ready for the next phase of the trip and will need to pass through Bangkok at least two more times. I do have a suit to pick up after all....
Yesterday was an awesome day. We went to the tailor and I was measured for a suit made of black cashmere. They will have it ready today after three for a final fitting an I will pick it up when we come back through on Feb 8th. After that we headed out for a massage. We both got an hour long thai massage that cost less than $6. I then went back for a salt scrub and had a very small thai lady scrub my whole body with warm oil then salt. There is not one patch of dry skin left on my body. I will also comment that this procedure set me back $17. Quite a savings from over $60 at 10K waves in SF. Draping and avoiding body parts is certainly different here in Thailand as well. Other than my face and the area of my body that a salt scrub would be kind of ouchy, EVERY other area was scrubbed and thoroughly I may add. I think Will should partake but he is not going there at this time.
It feels great to spend a little money and we are sleeping later and later. We have only skipped running one day, Yesterday. Today we headed back to the chinese park and ran much stronger. Could have been last night delicious dinner at a small indian restaurant near our guesthouse. Stuffed ourselves on Garlic Nan, aloo mutter and Will even had a chicken dish and lived to tell about it. All for less than $10. Got to love that.
We have not eaten breakfast but each bought half a pineapple on the street an had that. Fresh fruit is readily available for and costs about 30 cents. A very good deal and keeps the craving for a snickers away! Once we get to Burma there will no longer even be the temptation of a snickers or any kind of chocolate. We are down to our last two squares of a dark chocolate bar from trader joes that my friend Linda slipped in to my bag before leaving. That Linda alwasy has away of knowing what I will want and need later. Thanks Linda! From both Will and I.
Not really much to report other than that we are clean, well fed and resting a whole lot and doing a whole lot of talking. Who knew that a 39 year old gay lady and a 19 year old straight guy could travel so well together and have so mcuh to talk about. It is clear that the gift of gab gene comes from the Burch side of the family and we both were encoded with it. Mostly we pass the time talking about girls. ;) or specific girls I guess.
Anyone who wants a cat please speak up now I thnk I know a way to get a few out of the country. Seriously!
That's all from me for now, let's see is Will can tear himself away from facebook and jump on....
hmmm maybe later.
over and out until hopefully tomorrow if all goes well in Rangoon!
willandcody
Yesterday was an awesome day. We went to the tailor and I was measured for a suit made of black cashmere. They will have it ready today after three for a final fitting an I will pick it up when we come back through on Feb 8th. After that we headed out for a massage. We both got an hour long thai massage that cost less than $6. I then went back for a salt scrub and had a very small thai lady scrub my whole body with warm oil then salt. There is not one patch of dry skin left on my body. I will also comment that this procedure set me back $17. Quite a savings from over $60 at 10K waves in SF. Draping and avoiding body parts is certainly different here in Thailand as well. Other than my face and the area of my body that a salt scrub would be kind of ouchy, EVERY other area was scrubbed and thoroughly I may add. I think Will should partake but he is not going there at this time.
It feels great to spend a little money and we are sleeping later and later. We have only skipped running one day, Yesterday. Today we headed back to the chinese park and ran much stronger. Could have been last night delicious dinner at a small indian restaurant near our guesthouse. Stuffed ourselves on Garlic Nan, aloo mutter and Will even had a chicken dish and lived to tell about it. All for less than $10. Got to love that.
We have not eaten breakfast but each bought half a pineapple on the street an had that. Fresh fruit is readily available for and costs about 30 cents. A very good deal and keeps the craving for a snickers away! Once we get to Burma there will no longer even be the temptation of a snickers or any kind of chocolate. We are down to our last two squares of a dark chocolate bar from trader joes that my friend Linda slipped in to my bag before leaving. That Linda alwasy has away of knowing what I will want and need later. Thanks Linda! From both Will and I.
Not really much to report other than that we are clean, well fed and resting a whole lot and doing a whole lot of talking. Who knew that a 39 year old gay lady and a 19 year old straight guy could travel so well together and have so mcuh to talk about. It is clear that the gift of gab gene comes from the Burch side of the family and we both were encoded with it. Mostly we pass the time talking about girls. ;) or specific girls I guess.
Anyone who wants a cat please speak up now I thnk I know a way to get a few out of the country. Seriously!
That's all from me for now, let's see is Will can tear himself away from facebook and jump on....
hmmm maybe later.
over and out until hopefully tomorrow if all goes well in Rangoon!
willandcody
Monday, January 12, 2009
some fine points
Greetings all! Something Will forgot to mention about this am when we were sitting at the new joe eating breakfast and watching the same black cat attempt to take a shit in the same spot but was thwarted....in the background playing on the house stereo they were playing all the great old hits that Maxine used to enjoy. I really felt her with us this morning as we were laughing our belly laughs about the cat and remembering things to blog about yesterday. They were playing a compilation of Tony Orlando Tie a yellow ribbon round....; glen campbell like a rhinestone cowboy; kenny rogers and dolly parton islands in the stream and john denver take me home country roads. I am pretty certain I sang every hit while sitting on the counter in the even ing while Jenny, Betsy and Max were washing the dinner dishes. If not there, then max and I were singing these hits together while driving down M20 in the Bonnevile.
Anyway, some note worthy comments made by the Willster: he only wants to spend his money on intangible items like beer (this said while drinking beer at 4pm before we went off to dinner)
Then the most hysterical comment of all come in connection with the women with the black hast hawking the frogs...its true they are all short and compact and wearing long NBA style long shorts under their garb as Will pointed out. We decided they were a secret society of thai lesbian soccer wash ups who were now on khao san road tormenting tourists. May not sound funny to youall because you really need to see them yourself, but all these women have that hardened look about them that only the old dykey-dykes have about them....the more butch ones in America. Anyway, we are having the best possible time and at about three am as I was lying awake I decided I really did want a custom made execudrag suit so today we are off to find the indian man who talks about chakras and to get a fitting. Maybe we will take a tuk tuk there....
Also today I am getting a massage and a manicure and pedicure. Should put me back about five dollars. Yikes!
No running today.
Ciao everyone
Cody
Anyway, some note worthy comments made by the Willster: he only wants to spend his money on intangible items like beer (this said while drinking beer at 4pm before we went off to dinner)
Then the most hysterical comment of all come in connection with the women with the black hast hawking the frogs...its true they are all short and compact and wearing long NBA style long shorts under their garb as Will pointed out. We decided they were a secret society of thai lesbian soccer wash ups who were now on khao san road tormenting tourists. May not sound funny to youall because you really need to see them yourself, but all these women have that hardened look about them that only the old dykey-dykes have about them....the more butch ones in America. Anyway, we are having the best possible time and at about three am as I was lying awake I decided I really did want a custom made execudrag suit so today we are off to find the indian man who talks about chakras and to get a fitting. Maybe we will take a tuk tuk there....
Also today I am getting a massage and a manicure and pedicure. Should put me back about five dollars. Yikes!
No running today.
Ciao everyone
Cody
... we shit you not.
the cost of a service is one you must sometimes just embrace. And perhaps its the shoestring budget we've grown into, but when we were told it would cost 70฿ for someone else to wash our laundry, we were upset. nevermind the fact that 70 bhat is only around 2 dollars- we just want cheap goods and services. I guess a dollar only goes so far anymore....
anyways- monday, january 12.
After our stint with the internet, the typical baugette breakfast at the New Joe guesthouse resturaunt, and then our cold showers, it was time to hit the town. We headed to drop off our laundry, and thinking we would be departing bangkok today (jan 13), we were hoping to get our laundry washed and back in the same day, and were also disspointed to hear that it would not be available until the following afternoon. So we dropped it back off in our room and then began the search for our tickets out of Bangkok, and into Burma. Following the advice of a friendly man in one of the ten thousands of internet cafes, we consoled AirAsia.com. Its kind of like the asian equivalent to cheaptickets or orbitz. We were delighted to find the flight would only cost us about 160 bucks, round trip! cheap!!!
So we bought our tickets. Departure from bangkok is now Thursday, Jan 15th (our time, people). Printed our tickets and dropped off our laundry (since we now had the time) and spent some time in the atrium of the guesthouse, reading and journaling.
(i'm skipping lunch becuase it consisted of a pinapple and a watermelon, consumed with a wooden stick infront of a 7-11)
DID some more walking about bangkok, then decided it was most necessary to sit and drink. We walked by a couple resutraunts (they all serve beer) and settled at our favorite, right in the middle of khaosan road. spent some time people watching and admiring the clans of people, backpackers, and peddlers. There are these ladies that walk around, wearing these black hats and outfits. they all carry these little wooden frogs with a small stick you can run along the back, producing a sound similar to the croak a real frog might make. There must be at least 250 million of these ladies, and during the half hour we spent at the table, we were approached by like 50 of them. They all look exactly the same, and you start to get confused. I began to investigate these ladies, trying to find some characteristic to help distinguish them. The only useful identifier, i discovered after minutes of intense research, were the stylings of their shorts. They alll wore different basketball shorts- some addidas, some plain black, some with micky mouse prints. hmm.
we ate dinner at may kai dees again. the food is unbeatable. the price is unbeatable.
wandered back to the guest house as khaosan life was beggining. it really is an interesting place. you should all come here.
anyways, as for the title of this blog...
while at breakfast this morning, at the new joe (so good....), the same black cat attempted to take a shit, in the exact same sopt, as yesterday. He was only stoped by the fierce voice and flailing arms of an employee. How Funny!
ok, much to do. much more later.
-willandcody xxxxx
anyways- monday, january 12.
After our stint with the internet, the typical baugette breakfast at the New Joe guesthouse resturaunt, and then our cold showers, it was time to hit the town. We headed to drop off our laundry, and thinking we would be departing bangkok today (jan 13), we were hoping to get our laundry washed and back in the same day, and were also disspointed to hear that it would not be available until the following afternoon. So we dropped it back off in our room and then began the search for our tickets out of Bangkok, and into Burma. Following the advice of a friendly man in one of the ten thousands of internet cafes, we consoled AirAsia.com. Its kind of like the asian equivalent to cheaptickets or orbitz. We were delighted to find the flight would only cost us about 160 bucks, round trip! cheap!!!
So we bought our tickets. Departure from bangkok is now Thursday, Jan 15th (our time, people). Printed our tickets and dropped off our laundry (since we now had the time) and spent some time in the atrium of the guesthouse, reading and journaling.
(i'm skipping lunch becuase it consisted of a pinapple and a watermelon, consumed with a wooden stick infront of a 7-11)
DID some more walking about bangkok, then decided it was most necessary to sit and drink. We walked by a couple resutraunts (they all serve beer) and settled at our favorite, right in the middle of khaosan road. spent some time people watching and admiring the clans of people, backpackers, and peddlers. There are these ladies that walk around, wearing these black hats and outfits. they all carry these little wooden frogs with a small stick you can run along the back, producing a sound similar to the croak a real frog might make. There must be at least 250 million of these ladies, and during the half hour we spent at the table, we were approached by like 50 of them. They all look exactly the same, and you start to get confused. I began to investigate these ladies, trying to find some characteristic to help distinguish them. The only useful identifier, i discovered after minutes of intense research, were the stylings of their shorts. They alll wore different basketball shorts- some addidas, some plain black, some with micky mouse prints. hmm.
we ate dinner at may kai dees again. the food is unbeatable. the price is unbeatable.
wandered back to the guest house as khaosan life was beggining. it really is an interesting place. you should all come here.
anyways, as for the title of this blog...
while at breakfast this morning, at the new joe (so good....), the same black cat attempted to take a shit, in the exact same sopt, as yesterday. He was only stoped by the fierce voice and flailing arms of an employee. How Funny!
ok, much to do. much more later.
-willandcody xxxxx
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