Thus far...

This is Meddy and I working along with a bunch of people to redo the futbol pitch. Chris' great idea! The boys in the village love it to death! So much flippin futbol! meddy is a huge jokester and so much fun!
Here are a few pictures I could load after 2 hours ! hee hee I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed taking them with the little goobers.
School begins on Monday! Our days of waking slowly, yoga, jump roping and running, studying Lugandan, then playing games upon games with the boys are up. Monday begins class at 8 am. Believe it or not, school goes till 5pm. eee. Tell me about it.
So far many songs have been sung, many mosquito bites gotten, and much love has been given. Both Chris and I are well and full of joy and love. God is blessing us each day with the amount of love we receive from the boys. He is providing greatly with the sponsors from the US and the way in which he is healing everyone. Musisi remains the only boys still sick after the malaria pounce. We will be bringing him into a clinic soon. Please keep him in your prayers. His mother is dying of AIDS and it is unknown whether she contracted it before or after his birth. Let us hope and pray constantly that he does not also have it. When even the chance that he may have it was said, my heart dropped and sank into my stomach. He is a sweet and joyful kid that I have grown very close to. Anyhoo, lets just keep praying God's will be done.
A side note on being white. Everyone wants to be your friend. Let me just say, I have never been opposed to friendship more than I am now. Seriously, many people come by daily or drop off letters asking for money and telling us how great of friends we need to be. It is strange. Friendship because of what they think we have to offer them...a little manipulative aye? Eee please pray we have the discernment on this one. Never had to judge people immediately and really don't like doing it to be honest.
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There are more pictures and more stories I have not written here. I think you may like it a bit :)
Thank you for your prayers and support! I miss and love you all oh so much!
ps. if you want to send twizzlers, you can.
pss. we will eat them and share them with the kids...maybe...hee hee we will we will.

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Golly it is more amazing than I ever had imagined. Sometimes I look at what is going on around me and I laugh because I feel so at home but it is a culture I have never known. Kampala is absolutely crazy. It is so busy and has kind of has bought into a cheap version of our western culture(ie. lots of advertising for cell phones, junk, beauty, blah) Which is such a bummer, but luckily I only have to come here to check my email. Otherwise, we live in an absolutely beautiful place! Fruit trees(juckfruit or fwe) right outside my door. Flowers, trees, it is super green! Everyone hangs out and works hard to survive. Naked black babies. So cute! And we just play in dirt all day and no one minds. I love it. I am learning how to cook over coals! yippie. I am going to be a real hippy. Finally. :) The kids. ooo. I freakin love them. I cannot stand it. I could play with them the rest of my life and be happy. These children are the most respectful, playful, joyful, and loving kids I have ever known. To think they came from such hard beginnings. Chris and I are trying are best to learn Lugandan. Everyone is super helpful!
Traffic? ooo don't get me started. No rules basically. 21 of us fit in a shaky 11 seater taxi van. Imagine going over massive pot holes, ravines, and trenches in that puppy. Chris tipped him because he could hardly believe we made it alive! hee hee. Sure most drive on the left side of the road, but not necessarily. Pedistrians? Ha. Good luck out there.
Toilets? There is one western like one. It resembles an awful portapotty. But it is super great. There were two huge massive cute cockroaches for a bit. just hanging out just below the seat. Needless to say, I just squatted.
Bathing? From jerry cans and occassionally we have warm water! yeah! It is refreshing in cool water though!
Food? O my goodness it is wonderful. they are great cooks! To top it off they cook over coals or firewood. Can you believe it?
I have fully recovered from sickness and praise God cause that was awful. eee.
Love you all so much! Wish you could be here too.

A boring title line should be here: THE TRIP.

hee hee. 8:25 pm. I started feeling nausious. Ugh. I sauntered on down to the bathroom. Definitely sounded like a bolimic. Second trip to the bathroom. And again I get accusing glances. Listen ladies...I am not counting calories mmmkay. Not 5 minutes after boarding did the long long long tedious repetition of up-chucking occur. It kinda went like this:
1.feel it coming
2. grap for bag
3.get oh so hot
4. did like Neli says and took off my clothes
5. let it all come out.
6. get freezing cold and apologize.
7. reinstitute clothing
8. pass out.
9. repeat for at least 4 hours.
After many trips to the bathroom, I finally passed out in the batheroom. That did it i guess. They moved me to first class to lie down. We could have saved all that drama and hubbub long ago if I would have started passed out in bathroom. Write that down.
Anyhoo, Thursday i am finally able to eat. yeah. i think food poisening was the kicker. Please stay away from fishy looking sushi from safeway.

Prepare-ed-ness?

It is now less than 12 hours before I am expected to jump on British Airways flight number 0052. It seems fishy to me. Who decided it had to be flight number 0052? Is this only the pilate's 52nd flight?Because if so, I may need to rethink my prayers.

Welp, regardless, the flight doesn't cause me too much concern. Besides the fact that with this new medicine I have been taking for a crazy infection that brought four blazing ambulance boys into my house, makes me real nauseous. Hee hee. Poor soul sitting next to me.

I have had a most wonderful send off. Friends in Nashville poured their love and prayers upon me when I left. It was so incredible. God has blessed my life with those I love in Nashville. Back in Portland, my family could not have been more supportive. From late night benefit concerts to packing my life for a year in ziplocks, they each put in so much. Love and prayer has covered me and I feel ready to go.

Although it is strange being metaphorically on the edge of a waterfall about to jump in. I have been looking at the edge for the past couple months, suiting up. All I want to do is jump off the bloody thing. I don't really know how I am going to land, but that is not why I am jumping. Now I am right at the edge. What is there? Anxiety. Fear. Excitement. Wonder. Mostly faith that something amazing is going to come of this experience.

It will be so great to come back and read these as time progresses. I pray that God covers you with His love and angels. May we not "not be selfish; not trying to impress others. May we be humble, thinking of others as better than ourselves. May we look out not only for our own interests, but always taken an interest in others, too." Phil 2:3-4

Dear friends, oooo how I love you. I would kiss you on the head if I were with you. As for now, I am in my pjs, alone in my brother's house, showerless, and hanging out on the internet. hee hee

Kami anne
ps. Please continue to put up with my blogs as they may get rotten while I am transitioning into everyday life. Sarcasm may be at an all time high. Just brush it off, I am full of poo.