Happy St. Patty's Day!

Like a broken record, I will say, it's been far too long since my last post. I hope everyone's new year is continuing on smoothly. This is probably the last acceptable time for me to refer to it as a new year, though it may already be inappropriate. I think blog posting sometime forces a moral or lesson to be learned. And, apparently, I don't have any morals and/or lessons to impart upon my audience. I mean, obviously, I'm learning new things yada yada, but I don't know that they are all that entertaining for you visual pleasure. I was reading a Peace Corps memoir the other day, and the author wrote, "Africa was everything I never knew before, until I got to know it." I feel that's fitting and rather axiomatic, though I'm just going to use it in reference to myself and Ghana, in this case. I kind of wish I would have said it myself. It's true. 20 months ago, Ghana was enigmatic, convoluted being, with whom my relationship with was very dispersive. And now, it's just like any other place, think, or relationship. I could be anywhere, and I'm here. It's a home. Maybe not my biological, hereditorial (is that a word?) home, but it's a home that is mine, nonetheless.
Work is good. Busy. Life is also good. There's a new baby in my life. Babies are my new past-time. Her name is Gladys, and she never cries and always laughs. Unless she's hungry, but she isn't even hungry all that much. I'd probably steal her if I was at all ready to have a baby full-time in life. But for now, I'm sticking to part-time. Part, part-time even. Anyway, I love her.
Bismark, who is the most faithful and consistent baby in my life, is a complete and utter riot these days. He's even becoming too cool to have me around him and his friends sometimes. I thought my novelty may have had a little more longevity, given my disparate-ness/melatonin levels. But, alas.
Enough about babies you don't know. I saw a snake yesterday. A VERY prodigious snake. It was longer than me, and, if it was alive, it definately could have consumed me. So I'm told, this type of snake likes to move rather surreptiously, hiding in trees and then POUNCING on its predator, strangling it do death and then eating it. Make me not want to go to farm anytime soon.
I'm studying some new vocab in prepartion for the GREs, in case you wondering what all these awkward words were about. They're not my real vocabulary. Just my fake GRE-prep vocab, so you can ignore them and I'm sure the condition will go away on its on post-examination in June. I'm still a little stumped on the significance of quaff, however. "To drink deeply." When and how should I use that? And what exactly do they mean by drinking deeeeply. It sounds a little vampiresque to me, which doesn't entirely make me feel comfortable with the word nor its relevance to my post-graduate education...

I still miss you.

Love, Cyn