Some random adventures:
-After eating nothing but bread and onions for a month, Ryan and I decided to splurge and buy a kilogram of minced meat. We decided to make hamburgers one night to try to get a little protein in our diet. After an epic fail, we ended up with what Ryan kept calling "a Maid Rite Sandwich." I have no idea what in the hell this is... it must be some ridiculous Iowa thing. I was a little bummed our hamburgers didn't come out as patties, but beef on a bun is still beef on a bun. After about 30 minutes, Ryan and I realized we ate an entire 1/2 KG of meat (a.k.a. 1.1 lbs). This was supposed to be two meals, but we figured, hey we hadn't eaten meat in a month. 30 minutes after that we were laying on the floor groaning in pain. We were surprised to feel so full and sick after only eating a 1/2 lbs. of meat between the two of us. After looking it up, we realized 1/2 KG = 1.1 lbs. So, we each actually about a 1/2 lbs. of meat each. While I groaned in agony over my system's rejection of the meat, Ryan kept repeating: "overdosing on beef, I feel like an American again!"
-Having NOTHING to do with the aforementioned beef overdose, we have also been getting back into shape. On our first morning of running, we woke up at 6:00 am, laced on our running shoes and went out the door. After a couple of overly-strenuous minutes, we began to hear the pitter-patter of four paws behind us. Before we knew it, it became a whole-family workout with Lucky keeping pace with us the entire course. Of course, fatty found a shortcut so he was waiting to be fed by the time we made it home!
-Abby having to go the bathroom when she screams out because a lizard has somehow gotten himself stuck in our toilet and unable to get out. After several erroneous attempts to flush the little guy with our buckets and several shouted curses about his unnatural buoyancy, she brings in the big guns (Ryan) to hold his head under water with a toilet brush until that tail stops moving. At the last second, she stops cheering for his ultimate demise, runs and gets one of our measuring cups and yells: "don't kill him, save him with this" to which Ryan looks at her with disgust. Unfortunately the deed is already done and after a couple of more buckets, he is finally flushed.
-Sitting on our porch, drinking lemonade, watching the ocean on a lovely Saturday afternoon. A man comes out of the kava hall, clearly kava drunk. It's not so much that we hear him taking the #2, its that after he is done he comes over to the fence to ask Abby for some toilet paper or newspaper or something. I feel like that is a great sentence to finish the line: "you know you're in Tonga when..."
Note: Cheap ass Abby gave him the newspaper and saved the precious toilet paper for us. He didn't seem to mind.
-Abby making delicious banana bread for the family that graciously gave us the bundle of bananas (as pictured in last week's blog). When Ryan went up to the front stoop of their house to deliver said bread, he chatted with our sixth grade student Ane about her day at school. So used to having Lucky at his side, he reached down and pat his head a couple of times, only to realize it was a pig instead. The look on Ane's face, as she ran away with the bread in hand, was something we won't soon forget.
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