One day in Papagulilo,
On the side of Franipance.
In a tiny hole was a male armadillo,
Who was shopping for some pants.
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Hiding on a footstool,
Holding on tight.
Sat a crazy little beetle,
Flicking on the light.
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Time flies,
When you're having fun,
They'll come and bite you,
Till the day is done.
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Little Millie Mutter,
Sat on the floor.
Asking for some more butter,
Some more and then some more.
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Have you ever:
wished you'd never see an airplane again?
had a craving for your favorite food, and felt heart-broken because they don't have it in the U.S.?
spoken the language you learned as an MK, just to see the faces of people who understand you and actually look like a person who speaks the language you are?
packed in less then 5 minutes?
predicted the questions people will ask when they approach your table at a church?
mouthed the words to your parents' slideshow at a church?
made it known to the world that you are proud that you don't fit in?
accidentally offended someone because you greeted them like you greet people in your field?
asked what a TCK is?
recognized the native guide on National Geographic?
felt that cringe when someone pronounces your field language wrong? or country?
made someone say 'im a monkey' when they wanted you to teach them how to say 'hi how are you?', so they could impress someone?
Missionaries and their children understand completely what I am talking about.
It is the feeling that you get after you have been on an airplane for a long period of time. Such as, five hours, seven hours, or in our case, (Paraguay), twelve hours with layovers.
It is the feeling that you get when you long to lay down in a bed and sleep for days. When you wish you could sleep like the little babies you see in the airport, so peacefully.
When you get off the plane, and so many feelings and questions hit you like a gust of hot air getting out of an air- conditioned vehicle. Believe me, I know...
Mostly, these emotions are:
I'm so tired
Where am I again
Are we there yet
Can we stop
or my personal favorite:
I AM SO DONE.
Time zones are either behind or ahead but to you they are messed up, and seem to float around in your head.
You are clearly done.
It's when you are allowed to stop and rest and you spend it writing hate notes to the airplane, and wishing you never have to see it again.
When you wonder, why is it people find this exciting? What kind of person wishes they could fly around the world like this?
And it's the feeling when you appreciate your bed when you reach your destination.
Know what I mean?
I found a funny video, someone with talent who knows how to speed up videos and make it sounds as though chipmunks are talking! HAHA. And I'm bored so here it is:
ENJOY!
I cannot wait for camp, and even more so because it is now A WEEK EARLY..This monday! We are going to Georgia!
As you probably know, because my mom posted about it, we have Cherokee blood...I have a Cherokee nose, it's long and the bottom is wide...Here is a picture of me, so you can see:.
My eyes slant, too...That's a big thing to distinguish Cherokees and Cherokee decent. I think I'm about 1/16th Cherokee...Check out my mom's blog in order to see our research and my great great grandmother, Nycetye.
