Cheeatzi

I'm back and I am bad.  Let me tell you I have it in me to write and write and write some more.  Honestly writing on this blog about less then serious things has given me great pleasure kind of like a drink for a drinking Irish man at the end of a long day, or a spa for a lady who likes spas or shopping spree for those that get into shopping, or painting a picture, or baking a vegan cake with homegrown, homemade products.  Whatever floats your boat.  Writing it is for me.  Not anything that will ever get published and not anything that can be used against me in the court of law but just fluffy stuff about here and now.  So I am back and glad. 

I am melting in the heat.  Stumbling through language and glorying in the fact that if I was hired by the American government I would get a 15% pay raise automatically because of the language that I have acquired.  Not bad for a baby producing stay at home mom.  (What mom consequently stays at home?  That is the worst possible title for us Zuper Vomen!)

Stay posted Mercy and anyone else who reads this for I have returned to the key board. 
 I might try to write something serious but probably not.

I just want to highlight that in the last month and a half while I have been away hitting the language books in the beauty of the Himalayans I really made progress in language.  I got so proficient that I told a local lady that in light of breaking my contacts I had to wear my spoons and that was why she probably did not recognize me.  Hmmmm.

I think in English we would call the above fore mentioned faux paus a spoonerism!  Poor William Archibald.