This is the blog post in which I demonstrate that I have no business being anywhere near a game of jump rope. I’ll blame that on a crippling lack of playground skills, which clearly affects my adulthood. Homeschoolers R Special!
The preface to this story is that Keith and I up and left our farm for two weeks in the hands of two very capable young men. They have the added quality of being a little strange…which makes them all the more endearing.
With the farm in good hands, we betook ourselves to the sunny land of the Dominican Republic where January doesn’t exist. It was so good. We ate amazing food and spent time with great people.
Here are a few stories for your enjoyment…
I tried to be “cool Aunt Raquel” and brought my friends’ three-year-old a ballerina tutu for Christmas. It didn’t go down like I planned. First she laughed hysterically at the stupid skirt. Then she finally tried it on and took a couple test spins – prima ballerina style. Next thing you know, she’d twirled herself dizzy and fell off the steps. Cue the black eye and split forehead. Back to the drawing board for Christmas 2011.
You would not believe the sound systems people install in their vehicles in this country. For the most part, they’re pretty great systems too, despite the fact that Dominicans have this habit of turning up the music to the point of distortion and then just a little more. You don’t need those eardrums, do you? This beats all though: a minivan, with a pimpin’ sound system taking up the whole back. Eat your heart out, soccer moms!
As seen during my daily jaunts through town: the Dominican Egg-Delivery Vehicle. I need me one of these little truck things for my Portland deliveries. This would be okay on I-5, right?
And now to the part of the blog you’ve been waiting for. I present to you, Myself, running in circles and clearly not understanding the rules of the game.