Julie is married!!! I just had to say that! haha i can't believe it... Bri is too!! What the heck! When did I get left behind on the marriage train! I didn't even notice it pass! Us three single beauties:) haha I would like to tell a story. Culture stories are the best. This one is dedicated to the newest father I know... and that would be John Timothy Robson Jr. who with his wife Amy had a baby boy, im gonna say he is beautiful. I haven't seen him but I assume they would make pretty amazing offspring. So this takes place in deep dark Africa... Samaduha, Rwanda to be exact. About 50 ft from my bedroom. Myself, Tim & one other person I can't remember were assigned to clean the toilets. Ok but in Rwanda they don't have many toilets like us Westerners do. They have holes in the ground... and how do you clean them you may ask? Well very easily. Take soapy water, throw a bucket of it in... then take a rakish broom and scrub! Then take a stick with a long squiggy on the end of it and squiggy the water into the hole. Fairly simple... and you would think painless... Until you do this with John Timothy Robson Jr. So on this particular day the keys to the storage where our supplies , was missing! Oh and the storage room is right beside the first bathroom stall. So John Timothy Robson Jr. had the brilliant idea of climbing over the door (its hard to explain but there was space between the roof and the door of the storage room... its Africa). So John Timothy Robson Jr. successfully climbs over and gets the broom. Now me being the diligent one starts throwing water in each stall... at the exact moment I am in the stall beside the storage room, John Timothy Robson Jr. is deciding to play Tarzan...jumping & swinging on a bar as he makes an exit from the storage room. Ok now let me explain a bit more about the scene. Each door to the stall is metal. A metal slab on hinges with wee holes & a stencil of a girl or boy. Well John Timothy Robson Jr... miscalculates his jump... and his legs which are swinging uncontrollably hit....very hard i might add... the metal door to the first stall... at which I am bending over the bucket... the metal slab hits me... very hard... in the forehead and i fall completely backwards... stunned.... tears did spill... but I could never stay mad at John Timothy Robson Jr. That bump is there to this day.... Congratulations Tim & Amy on carrying on your family name:) |