marketing FAIL

*because the future is written with an F*

I am no marketing expert, but this tag line has been really bugging me since I started seeing it about a month ago.

Yes, future starts with F. But so do a million other words! Some of them are good words, but honestly none of the good ones come to mind first. How about the F-bomb? Failing grade? Fake? Fraud? Frustrating? How about the word FAIL?

healthy AND delicious!

With todays visit to the local Yogen Fruz, I announce that I have officially tried all of the flavors (except for higo, because I'm not sure what it is). AND I've tried them all with a variety of toppings. My favorite? It's a tie between canteloupe with granola or strawberry with granola. (You see, I add the granola so I feel like it's even healthier....)

This is a little bit embarrassing, since it means I go there on a regular basis (like, every other day) and I think the employees are starting to recognize me.

In other news, I am boycotting Zara because they wouldn't let me shop while I ate the aforementioned frozen yogurt. And you should too!....because who tries to take frozen yogurt away from a pregnant woman??? ;)

the big 2-6!

If we didn’t have birthdays, you wouldn’t be you.

If you’d never been born, well then what would you do?

If you’d never been born, well then what would you be?

You might be a fish!

Or a toad in a tree!

You might be a doorknob!

Or three baked potatoes!

You might be a bag full of hard green tomatoes.
Or worse than all that…

Why, you might be a WASN’T!

A Wasn’t has no fun at all. No, he doesn’t.

A Wasn’t just isn’t.

He just isn’t present.

But you…You ARE YOU!

And, now isn’t that pleasant!
Today you are you!

That is truer than true!

There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

Shout loud,

“I am lucky to be what I am!

Thank goodness I’m not just a clam or a ham

Or a dusty old jar of sour gooseberry jam!

I am what I am!

That’s a great thing to be!

If I say so myself,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!”

-Dr. Seuss, "Happy Birthday to Me!"

23 weeks!

21 weeks!

over halfway there!!!!!!!!

the beginning of the bump!

16 weeks

the end is in sight...

My first trimester teaching English at the university is almost over. Thank. you. sweet. Jesus.

Don't get me wrong, I like teaching! I do! And I like teaching English! And I like *most* of my ~80 students!

But good grief. When I am grading final projects and doing final oral evaluations and I hear something like this...

me: Describe your typical day.
student: Chicken.
me: What? Tell me about your typical day. What do you in a typical day?
student: Baleadas.

(from a level 2 student. not level 1, but level 2!)

Hellooooo. Have you not been listening to anything I said for the last 10 weeks?

It makes me want to scream! It makes me want to run far, far away! Thank GOD Semana Santa is almost here!!!

hellooo smoky season!

We technically only have 2 seasons in Honduras - the rainy season and the dry season. But I am declaring that there are actually 3. That's right Wikipedia, update your info. These are the seasons in Honduras: dry season, smoky season, and rainy season.


Since the last rainy season (which wasn't as rainy as usual) it has only rained a few times. That's like, 6 months with only a few inches of rain. Talk about a drought!


And what happens when there isn't any rain, we go into our hottest time of the year, AND it's time for the farmers to get their fields ready for crops (remember, they burn their fields)? Ahh, bienvenido smoky season!


That's right, smoky season. As in, the air is full of smoke. In the city, you can't smell it and you wouldn't even know it was there if it weren't blocking the view of the mountains.

(see those beautiful mountains in the distance? oh, you can't really see them? that's because there's smoke blocking the view!)

And if you weren't an observant person and didn't notice the lack of mountains in the distance, then you would still most definitely notice that all of a sudden your throat hurts all the time and you can't breathe through your nose anymore.

I am tired of waking up every morning with a stopped up nose from the stupid smoke. And it's SO hot right now that it's impossible to sleep with the windows closed. And I know in a couple of months I will probably be begging for the rain to stop... but will someone please, PLEASE do a rain dance or something?