dumb server.

Mostly because "Connect.com Fiji" is slower than a snail in a turtle shell, and partly because I can never get to the computer is why you don't often see a blog from me. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

We are 9 of us now (this includes brother Craig, sis Vicki, Jasmin, Keegan and Mackenzie) and now I fear the calendar. The days are splodging by and we are all melting. The temps have risen and the humidity levels have gotten a little ridiculous. My long awaited visit with this branch of the old family tree is going by so fast. a funny note. My little Elias calls my big brother "Uncle Gramma" don't know why. but funny just the same. My little Alec calls Aunty Vicki "Aunty Tata" because "Aunty Tata" is a name from his past and he can't recall(or believe) that I was ever someone other than "MUM"
Therefore, Aunty Vicki must be Aunty Tata! I'm so identity confused.;)

Ok back to the string (or is it sting!) of thought...I think I meant to say thread...I'm a dufus. They will be leaving before we will be ready to have them go. plain and simple. Most of my people I know here try to get rid of their company and send them off but I just need them to stay put and have another stinking cup of coffee. maybe 7 more months or more until we leave this jail sentence of a country.

We had a potential coup happening here the other day. More politics. more like political growing pains and trying to represent the people here equally or is it justly. Indian people and Fijian people. A strange combo but this country is getting 'there' To watch the political hissy fits on TV is like watching the teletubbies have a custard fight. bunch of dressed up fuzzy, tinky wink, colourful dipsydoodle, lala land, po po po poopers trying to run a country and make sure their favorite brother in law makes it into the next election.

I don't even know what I was just talking about. sometimes the brain takes over where the rest is left sitting here at the keyboard drooling like some cow on the prairies, looking over the fence to the neighbours salt block.

gotta split, those blue salty things are looking good to me with no breaky. and coffee, lots of coffee.

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