In Africa, send stickers

Leaving the United States, I was sure many things would change, language, climate and everything else. What I wasn't prepared for was the amount of things that stayed the same. In short, I have a price out on my head for jacking someone's hot pink velociraptor silly-band, much like I would if I had done the same thing at camp. A similar tale could be told as regard my moto-helmet. Seeing as many of my fellow stagiers are from such illustrious places as Ohio and Florida State (found in Trailerhasse, FL) and persist in hating when I have my UF hat on, I am asking for PARTICULARY OBNOXIOUS UF stickers. There is a premium for stickers which denote Seminoles failing. (appologies to Jeff for stealing his helmet motif).

The Freak-out Stage

Today was the first non-work day when everyone else in the family wasn't off and it didn't start pretty. Aside from the 'Baby Girl' aka Maple the Collie-Lab mix mistaking the upstairs for a collection of port-a-johns, it just wasn't much fun having to wrestle with the impending nature of my departure. In some ways, its kind of like being a kettle on the fire, if you keep expelling steam (obsessively talking with anyone who will listen) you'll be fine but if you try and seal it up you're simply going to explode. I am confident in my decision and am daily becoming more prepared (read: packed) but damn if the first step isn't a doozy.