Birthday Bash
January 7, 2013
Birthday Bash
Sister Carvalho and I had the wonderful privilege of waking up to the sound of the beach fireworks for New Year’s Eve... and the night after... and the night after... and the night after... and then Sister Carvy explained that she—with her $R130 for food—paid someone to have fireworks go off for New Year’s Eve up until my birthday; and THEN we, of course, would celebrate the day after my birthday, too, because it was the Lord’s Sunday. Hahaha! She also complained that I was so ungrateful that I even wanted to have a party with the neighbors on Porto Alegre, and she even organized THAT; but since we were late getting in the house, we could just look in and admire. And out of all this ungratefulness, she huffed, I shouldn’t even expect her to look at me on my next birthday. [Sister Nelson will be back home by then.] Hahahaha!! Esperta, ela é. [Smart, she is.] My birthday lunch was stroganoff at Nadia’s house. They made the world’s best carrot cake that was HUGE, yes, carrot cake—the vegetable that does NOT deserve to be in any type of dessert.
That night, I had a silent celebration with the leftover Halloween cookies Mommy sent. (Yes, I’m still eating them. Freezer-safe.)
AND Sunday, Marcia made a DOUBLE DECKER lemon cake with a goiabada/queijo/doce de leite [guava/cheese/caramel] filling. (Yes, sounds strange but was deeeeeelish.) Needless to say, I didn’t need to eat dinner.
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Transportation
I’m still waiting for my call-in order for my wings... after all, lots of people call us angels. ;) Last night was STELLAR. We topped off the night with me chasing after a bus, so we wouldn’t be late to get into the house. Oh, how good it felt to run. When the bus doors opened, I exclaimed, “Espera aí. Tenho mais uma amiga comigo.” [Wait. I have another friend with me.] When I looked around to see where my comp was, she was already shuffling to a stop at the tail end of the bus. Way to go, Carvy! I must admit, she is getting much faster and has impressed me with her ability to keep up with me despite the fact that she is having some serious problems with her feet.
I’m still waiting for my call-in order for my wings... after all, lots of people call us angels. ;) Last night was STELLAR. We topped off the night with me chasing after a bus, so we wouldn’t be late to get into the house. Oh, how good it felt to run. When the bus doors opened, I exclaimed, “Espera aí. Tenho mais uma amiga comigo.” [Wait. I have another friend with me.] When I looked around to see where my comp was, she was already shuffling to a stop at the tail end of the bus. Way to go, Carvy! I must admit, she is getting much faster and has impressed me with her ability to keep up with me despite the fact that she is having some serious problems with her feet.
The other day we passed a mountain of shiny coins. YEA! “Wook it, Mom. It’s my yucky day!” I, knowing it was involved with macumba [black magic], started picking them up. At first, Sister Carvy was gung ho about it, too. It wasn’t until we were standing up that she noticed some burned plant pieces. “SISTER! Este é macumba!” [Sister! This is voodoo!] “È.” [It is.] |
Hahahah, she didn’t put the coins in her bag and walked like she was holding a butterfly in her hand until we got to the bus. She laughed with me after a bit, thinking of what we were actually doing. The macumba coins were enough to pay for the bus. She washed her hands at the very next opportunity. Free bus? HECK YES!
I forgot to tell the story when I was with Sister Diller! While we were learning how to make some special plates of food at Vangela’s, I got the greatest experience of being a bike-riding sister because we had to ride her bikes to buy stuff at the store. Sister Diller and I both like using breezy, non-pencil skirts... buuuuuuuuut that’s not the greatest idea if you want to ride a bike. Needless to say, I was not always modest. I tried to stand on the pedals for as long as possible and then pedal as fast as I could, sporadically. When we were turning onto Vangela’s street, Sister Diller’s skirt got caught in the spokes; and she hit a parked car. Thankfully, we’re in Brazil; and the guy sitting in the car was way more worried about Sister Diller than his car.
Cody, pain in the veins that causes constant swelling in the feet means what? And, also, I have never been answered the question of ice water or hot water for muscle/tendon/vein problems. Is the remedy different?
I forgot to tell the story when I was with Sister Diller! While we were learning how to make some special plates of food at Vangela’s, I got the greatest experience of being a bike-riding sister because we had to ride her bikes to buy stuff at the store. Sister Diller and I both like using breezy, non-pencil skirts... buuuuuuuuut that’s not the greatest idea if you want to ride a bike. Needless to say, I was not always modest. I tried to stand on the pedals for as long as possible and then pedal as fast as I could, sporadically. When we were turning onto Vangela’s street, Sister Diller’s skirt got caught in the spokes; and she hit a parked car. Thankfully, we’re in Brazil; and the guy sitting in the car was way more worried about Sister Diller than his car.
Cody, pain in the veins that causes constant swelling in the feet means what? And, also, I have never been answered the question of ice water or hot water for muscle/tendon/vein problems. Is the remedy different?
HSIN YAO!!! I love that letter you sent. “If I were an angel, I’d fly to you and get you some flowers” hahaha. Thanks for the donuts in the MTC. That seems like just 4 months ago! Mommy, you look so happy! Unfortunately, the third Christmas package with your presents still isn’t here. I’ll ask in the Correio..... post office today and see if they can track where it is. A letter from Rachel that was a bit bulky was more than halfway opened on the side. Psh. They probs left it when they didn’t see money in it. Did you have a tracking number for it? |
BIRTHDAY PRESENTS!!!!