...but wait, there's more!

as if the countdown wasn't enough, we have a great commencement speaker to look forward to!

'U' taps Bill Clinton for April commencement speech

and to think I was thinking about skipping out on all that...
[credit to jopan for the post idea]

countdown!

Not to distract from impending exams, but for those of you UM seniors who will be graduating in April, here's a link to the countdown (they even have seconds!!):

http://alumni.umich.edu/relocation/ReloSenior.php

have fun with yet *another* procrastination tool...

relieved!

I got out of jury duty!

snowfall

ad·vent /ˈædvɛnt/
–noun
1. a coming into place, view, or being; arrival: the advent of the holiday season.
2. arrival that has been awaited (especially of something momentous)

I love the snow. I loved the advent of snow today. As Carole reminded me today, so does my Dad. I always remember when I was younger he would quote the verse in Isaiah (1:18) in which God says "Come now, let us reason together...Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool."
I didn't appreciate the verse then as much as I do now...I remember several times mentally rolling my eyes when the first snowfall would come, knowing that the verse would be quoted again as soon as he saw it falling. But, as I get older (ha ha, at the ripe old age of 21), I am glad that he repeated the verse. When I saw the snow falling this morning, the first thing that came to mind was that verse, and how amazing it is that God forgives the deepest, darkest stains. It's pretty neat to be able to see fresh snow as an example of how spotless we've been made because He washed us.
Thanks Dad & Mom (I know you read my blog :), for "training up your children in the way they should go"...we have not departed from it.

In other news, I've been called up for jury duty to begin on December 26th. I'm trying to get out of it since I'm planning on leaving the next day to go to Urbana 2006 in St. Louis, MO (you should go too!). I don't see why I should have a problem getting out of it since a) I'm a student, b) I have plans during that time and c) I don't own a car that I'd be able to drive to Detroit every day (yay not having to pay insurance...yet) Prayers are always good though. It's kind of a stinker. I'd actually really like to sit in on a jury (I think), but this just pretty much isn't the right timing. I've gotten all sorts of suggestions about how to "get myself out" on the day they interview me. My faves?
a) act super-conservative
b) act super-liberal
c) dye your hair bright pink and spike it (thanks Carole); optional nose ring
d) tell 'em you believe anyone charged should be convicted
e) tell 'em you believe anyone charged should be let off the hook
f) don't tell them you're a University of Michigan student

to cell, or not to cell?

In thinking about how to practically apply some not-so-thouroughly-explored thoughts about American society and its emphasis on instant gratification/individualism, as well as reading a superb article by one of my favorites, Lauren Winner, I'm thinking about the possibility of giving up cell phone/ipod/facebook usage for a week (maybe longer?). Completely. I admit I'm overanalyzing here, but...

What I think I might learn:
- to commit myself to being on time (I can't call last minute to say I'll be late)
- to enjoy anticipation/patience
- not to rely on music-listening as an "out" on days when I'm stressed
- (more) authentic ways of connecting with people - not checking up on them through a screen, but face-to-face
- to appreciate silence (I kind of already do, but this is really, really hard to come by in a campus environment)
- to only spend "necessary" time on the computer (I wish I could give up parts of email too)
- to talk to God more
- hopefully much more.

What might be difficult:
- breaking habits
- communicating with people that they can't reach me by cell (will this sound selfish to them?)
- beating procrastination
- not allowing other "screen times" to spill over into what would otherwise be spent as time without cell/ipod/facebook

choice? not for you...

So one off-campus activity that I get to enjoy every other Wednesday is serving dinner at the Delonis Center Community Kitchen - pretty good times (if you ever want to join in, let me know). Last week, while washing chicken breasts in the industrial-sized sink (100 chicken breasts! How many times will I ever be able to do that again?!), I overheard the conversation of a dad/daughter team that happened to be there that night too, standing behind me cutting up squash. I haven't been able to shake it.

Dad: "Huh, that's interesting. You'd think they'd be more thankful about it."
Daughter: "What?"
Dad: "Well, the guy who was there in line for dinner, someone handed him a piece of cake, but he said "No, I don't want that one - I want that one", and kept pointing until he got what he wanted. I mean, you'd think, hey, they're getting a free meal, shouldn't they be more, ya know, humble about it?"
Daughter: "Hmm...yeah."

Confession: when I first started volunteering at the Community Kitchen last year, I felt the exact same way as the Dad above. I was kind of taken aback my first night there when the people standing in line were even offered a choice about which dessert they got (doughnut holes or cherry pie?). My thinking, I regret to say, was much along the same lines: beggars can't be choosers, right?

I'm sorry if this sounds really, really base to anyone reading. I'm talking about a piece of dessert. But really, it's more than that. It's about the attitude that basically is saying "You don't have money. You don't deserve a choice." I'm bothered by the way that this attitude contributes to dehumanization. Money means choice (in a lot of ways, this is true). But to prevent someone from choosing the kind of food that they eat simply because they are not in the same socioeconomic boat that I am runs on the dehumanizing scale. Part of serving at the Community Kitchen is just that: serving! Everyone deserves a decent meal. It may take more time to get everyone served, but giving people a simple choice such as which dessert they choose, or whether they want the chicken or the beef entree, or "no cheese on top of the potatoes, thank you", in a way reaffirms the humanity that our culture strips away from them daily, and [hopefully] humbles those who serve them.

And as far as the expectation that people receiving a free meal should be humble about it? It's like saying "Hey, we're gonna give you a free meal, but first you must verbalize your position in our society - let us know that you're thankful for this meal that we are serving you. That's right...we're serving it to you." No. When you serve, you serve, no matter what the outlook of the people you are serving (the best example being Jesus on the cross - here is the whole world hating him, and yet he dies for them anyway, friends betraying him and all...in fact, it was more than service, it was sacrifice).

Thoughts? Criticisms? All are welcome.

senioritis, round 2

so maybe blogspot took off the last post I put on here that had cute Halloween comics? was that copyright infringement? hmmm...maybe. anyhoo...

So, remember that convenient little disease that swept your high school senior class year after year, and that you, too, caught when you were a senior? News flash: it happens in college too. Senioritis. You got it baby.
I'm not entirely sure that I got over the last bout of it...but it's back!

A small group bible-study member said something that piqued my interest tonight. Kate, who I really hope has a blog somewhere because it would be interesting (skip next paragraph to avoid a tangent...ha ha, that makes it sound like "choose-your-own-adventure" blog...woops, a tangent)

(tangent: I don't like asking people if they have blogs...it's much, much more fun to find them as you're browsing...and also, half of the people I do wish have blogs don't...does anyone else ever run into interesting people and sometimes think "wow, I wish you had a blog because you're: hilarious/intelligent/such an internal thinker/practical/fill in the blank"?)

when we were going through Acts 15 and talking about idols, commented that sometimes people claim wanting to avoid making family or schoolwork (i.e. being a student) an idol in their lives, but what they really end up doing is just making excuses to not spend time with a family they don't get along with that well, or not do as well on their schoolwork as possible (though God has gifted them with brains to be great students). Where, she asked, do we draw the line between making something an idol and making excuses not to do something that God has actually called us to do well? That can be gray sometimes. I think, no, rather, I know that this year I have not been the best student that I could be (it hasn't had a lot of effect on my grades yet, don't worry mom & dad if you still read my blog), and part of it is that there are just a lot of things that I'm seeing as being more important than having a gramatically correct Spanish paper, for example. But have I turned that into an excuse to say it's ok if I don't do my homework and instead spend time with a friend? I hope not. I know that God wants me to spend time with Him and with people, but I also don't think that he gave me intellect that is not to be used. Sure, the way that I'm using it right now is pretty structured, within the classroom setting anyway,

(tangent: my Myers-Briggs personality type, I just found out recently, struggles with structured education...I would much, much rather study things as I want to study them, and delve deeper into the topics that I find interesting, rather than studying the books/materials that my professors choose for me. I'm working with a system that works against my mindset)

but it's also used a lot outside the classroom. Is it fair to say that my studies as a student are not nearly as important as the relationships I develop with those around me? Yes. But is it ever ok to say "sorry, schoolwork trumps relationships tonight" because I have an exam coming up? I don't feel comfortable saying that. And where do the two meet?

Ok...not a lot thought out there. Sorry. Homework (or sleep?) calls...

funnies

it took me a little bit...but I got it...




<--my family does this thing every year where we carve pumpkins...maybe I can do something like this...

randoms...

I like to think a lot (maybe too much?) about what I want to post as I'm walking across campus...and exactly how I want to phrase what I'm writing. Random thoughts:

"cell phones = sometimes another tool for getting ones' self out of things you said you would do...that ability to cancel last minute is perhaps too convenient...and wrong."

"the [ongoing] list of things I'd like to do before leaving ann arbor or before I'm too old:
1) use the self-composting bathroom in the Dana Natural Resources Building...I just heard about it this year, and I've never been in that building
2) get rush tickets for something that you absolutely must wait in line overnight for (i.e. camping in line)
3) while walking past a group of Campus Day prospective students (and their parents) as they are on the Diag hearing about the "no-stepping-on-the-M-before-your-first-bluebook-or-you'll-fail" myth, go up, stomp on it, smile, and walk on."

...that "10 Simple Things" list...

Or rather, life's 10 simplest pleasures which I enjoy - hats off to Kat for the tag.

1. warm apple cider with cinnamon sticks on a cold-ish day
2. finding pants that fit perfectly, especially if they're of the Salvation Army variety
3. hearing the beginning of a song I know all the words to on the radio, accentuated if I'm surrounded by people who happen to know the same song and are in a mood to belt it out loud
4. bonfires and the people that are at them
5. the Johnson-girl laugh (as demonstrated by my mom & aunts)
6. playing some intense Ultimate frisbee and then going for Bubble Tea (or other Ann Arbor commodities)
7. Receiving a letter in the mail from a friend/family member (and being impatient enough to rip it open as I stand at the mailbox)
8. getting a baby to smile
9. catching myself poring over old family photo albums/letters/memoirs/documents when I'm supposed to be doing something else
10. reading an old favorite book

I tag galiatovi, smore_parfait, artiststaresback, Ellieeeeeeeeee, jooohnn, amyshep, lil_tig_babi, sashafoot, anna_carlyon, emm43/emilie : make a list of 10 of your own, and then tag 10 others...and I will be checking up on you all to make sure it's done, so no slackin!

readjusting + random things

so, I'm back stateside. Sorry for all of you I have not contacted since I got back...as I wrote in an email to a friend, it's been a little bit of a shocker this past weekend with a wedding, church and a family get-together, to get used to being around large groups of people that I know fairly well (and who know me fairly well) and who don't speak solely Spanish...but I am glad to see them all again, and I hope to catch up with each of you all soon :)

I might nearly be driving my family nuts with the Latin pop CD's that I'm listening to almost 24/7 (though Becky says she likes them).

Has anyone else been inside the new Biomedical Research Building lately (the new building with one side that's all glass, next to Couzens?) Wow!! So beautiful! It's almost comforting to know that with as much money as I'm paying to go here, that this University can actually use it to construct buildings that are aesthetically pleasing (at least, from the inside...the auditorium part still looks like it contains Pringles from the outside, ha ha).

This is a really hilarious link of videos that my sister sent me - it shows people doing crazy stuff around UM's campus...enjoy! I think that more stuff like this needs to be done...this year, even. It is, after all, senior year, eh?

on coming home

This will probably be the last post I write from this side of the border - 10 weeks can go by much faster than one expects. I think the closer I get to leaving, the more I really miss you all...but there will be much here that I will miss as well. And there will be some re-adjusting that I'm going to have to go through, especially as the summer winds down.
Here's what you might be able to expect:

1. While here, I've gotten used to listening to radio stations that only play Mexican pop...I'm gonna miss that when I come back, so if I pop in a CD that's only in Spanish (and of which the only artists you might have possibly heard of are Shakira and Mana) every once in a while and sing along, please just bear with me - and if you dare, ask me to translate it for you :)

2. I may begin using public transportation a lot more than I used to (which I know some people will be happy about). While here, I've gotten used to riding in large buses with people I don't know, and to be quite honest, I find it a lot more interesting (and relaxing) than driving myself around and getting stressed out about the bad driver in front of me. (Plus, I haven't driven in 2.5 months, so I'm kinda feeling like I'll have to get used to that again anyway).

3. I may wear sweaters when it's 80 degrees outside (trust me...110+ degree heat can really change the way you think about the definition of the word "hot").

4. If you speak Spanish (fluently or otherwise), I might often try and have a conversation with you to keep up my language skills. Conversely, if you don't speak Spanish, I may absent-mindedly speak Spanish in front of you with people who do...please do me the favor of interrupting me and reminding me not to be rude.

5. If you are a U.S. visa-holder, I may (if I feel comfortable) ask you questions about your visa, purely for curiosity's sake...I don't know what they all look like, and now that I am more familiar with how difficult it can be to get one, I am much more curious about your own story about what kind of visa you have and what you had to do to get yours. If you feel at all uncomfortable talking about it, please just tell me so.

6. I may find it difficult to get used to not having a place to buy real taquitos, carne asada, enchiladas or really good salsa on almost every block.

7. I will probably, at some point, begin planning a return trip to the southwest Texas/Mexico area, to visit Nuevo Laredo again, and to go further south to places like Monterrey, Veracruz, Mexico City, Guanajuato...maybe even further into Central America, etc. If you have any interest in joining me for even just a part of that, let me know - it's always better to travel with people.

8. Finally, I have gotten a little used to being "on my own", in a place of my own, and being able to make plans pretty much at the last minute, which has probably only served to increase my independent streak. I might have to go through a little adjusting in terms of planning things out a bit more, as well as getting used to actually having people at home when I get back from the "end" of my day again. It's not that I won't like having people at home (trust me, loneliness has been one of the biggest battles I've had to face while here)...it's really just more that I'll have to get used to it again. In fact, I've been craving having my family there when I walk through the door, and eating dinner together - going through lonely times has taught me a lot about what lonely people appreciate most!

So, there you go. These are just the things I can think of right now that I know will be changes - there will probably be more. I really do miss you all very, very much, and as much as I have truly enjoyed my time here, I am anxious to get home! Thank you to everyone who prayed for me, sent emails, letters, packages, phoned, read the blog, commented on the blog, thought of me when spotting a Mexican consulate in Pennsylvania (ha ha S.W.), etc. God really blessed me through hearing from each one of you!

Much love ~ Cat

"what a difference a bridge makes"

...is what my boss' dad said one time. It's really quite true. While Nuevo Laredo doesn't exactly seem to be "hurting" financially, especially in comparison to other Mexican cities (being on the border helps economically - lots of trading to be donw), there's a lot that changes once you cross that bridge. Think of it as something like "8 mile", but a bit more noticeable (and that`s saying something). Clean streets vs. dirty streets, quasi-accessible sidewalks vs. sidewalks certainly not meant for anyone who can´t walk, 1 or 2 farmacias in the downtown (pharmacies) vs. 1 or 2 farmacias on every block.
Actually, semi-funny story about pharmacies. My boss was telling me that Laredo, in some magazine a couple years ago, got voted as one of the top places to live. One of the factors in determining the best place to live was the percentage of anti-depressant drugs purchased anually within the city (because, of course, a city purchasing less anti-depressants must be happier, right?). What they didn´t take into account, however, is that everyone in Laredo can easily cross the border, stop in at the nearest farmacia, and purchase said anti-depressants over the counter, since Mexican law doesn´t hold them under the prescription-drug category. A nice bit o' money for the farmacia owners too.
I think the most noticeable difference when you cross over to the U.S. side, however, is how spread out things are. Whereas in Mexico (and most of the world I think) houses are really compacted together, with little yard space, you really get to see just how much space Americans use when you cross over. Large plots of land, huge backyards, shopping mall parking lots covering miles and miles of turf, distances that require the use of a car (unless you're savvy about the bus system). There are parts of Nuevo Laredo that are like that too, but they're not exactly part of the city, ya know?

Alrighty, time for a sign off...

flooding in Houston, D.C. and the U.S. Consulate in Nuevo Laredo

*Edit: San Antonio was awesome. If anyone ever wants to roadtrip there, invite me please!*

Ah yes - one of the many joys of living in Nuevo Laredo is getting to see just what it is that I take for granted when living in the States.

Take water pressure, for example. While I got the water temperature problem solved a couple weeks ago (namely, that it was one temperature: cold), last week I got a new lesson in water pressure: when you're living on the second floor of any building (let alone a building in a city where the last thing people are really worrying about is water pressure), it's gonna take more time for the water to get to you.

I learned last Wednesday afternoon that the water reservoir at the consulate had been completely drained for some reason, and so I was prepared for a day (Thursday) without running water. What I was not prepared for was 5 days without running water. Thursday afternoon the reservoir was drained again because something wasn't working right, and so I went Friday without showering as well (actually, I improvised and took an early-morning dip in the pool at the now-vacant Principal Officer's residence down the street...I think I like swimming in the morning). Thankfully I went to San Antonio this weekend and got to shower in a slightly-run-down-but-at-least-it-had-awesome-water-pressure shower in the San Antonio International Hostel (more stories from there later).

I got back Sunday night to discover that water pressure was still not up and running (much to my chagrin, as I now had 3 days worth of dishes stacked in the sink - and I think most of you know how I am with dirty dishes). As I tested the faucets, however, I failed to turn the ones in the bathroom back to the "off" position (I couldn't tell - there was no water coming out whatsoever). Unfortunately, this worked very much against me in that the water pressure came on full blast while I was at work this morning, and while you'd think that water would drain down the sink, the faucet in my bathroom is one of those ornery ones that kind of squirts some water to the side and onto the countertop. Imagine that this goes on for about 3 hours...at full water pressure. I came back at lunch time to discover a semi-flooded bathroom (fortunately someone had turned the sink off - and semi-flooded isn't as bad as it sounds...actually "an eighth-flooded" might be more like it). The worst part is, however, that I live right above the Principal Officer's office in the Consular building, and though people were nice enough not to say anything to me, I went down to check. Sure enough, a couple ceiling tiles had busted through due to flooding...they were already in the process of being cleaned up by the building managers, but it was my fault (well...mine and that ornery sink's fault...and since you can blame things on objects according to Spanish grammar (i.e. "the watch forgot itself to me"), I'm blaming the sink). I think the only reason that sink was turned off was that someone saw that the office was being flooded.
This could only happen to me (laugh, giggle, frown...sigh...ahem).

So, floods abound. Fortunately I only owe the State Department a couple of ceiling tiles.

buses, el centro y Cereso II

You all would have thought I was crazy if you´d seen me come back from el otro lado (¨the other side¨- the Laredo, TX side) this past Sunday. My boss and her family were leaving for vacation in Houston after church on Sunday, so they were willing to drop me off in downtown Laredo, but not cross the bridge (trust me, crossing the bridge takes commitment - you can take up to 2 hours on bad days just waiting to get through the U.S. checkpoint - and don´t ever try waiting behind the Greyhounds that cross the bridge on Saturdays - you´re guaranteed to have to wait longer due to someone on the bus trying to enter illegally). So, I was at my leisure (somewhat) to find a way to get back to the consulate on the Nuevo Laredo side (note: when talking to most of the Mexican citizens here, they always refer to Laredo as ¨Laredo Tejas (Texas)¨, and I think I have yet to hear them refer to Nuevo Laredo as ¨Nuevo Laredo¨...I think it´s usually just ¨Laredo¨, but I could be wrong). Anyway, I spent a little time in downtown Laredo Tejas, visiting some cute (and ridiculously cheap) clothing shops, talking to Papà on the phone (Father´s Day), and then made my way across the bridge.

Forgetting that I was on the U.S. side, I read the sign indicating that the pedestrian bridge toll was 50 cents as 50 centavos (the equivalent of about 5 cents in U.S. proportions). The bridge guard looked at me like I was crazy - there was no way I was going to get away with paying 5 cents to cross this bridge. I was pleased, however, that he chose to explain this to me in Spanish and not English (most of the people who I encounter start using English right away, which I´m trying not to use unless I really can´t understand what people are saying).

I got to the Nuevo Laredo side and started walking toward the plaza where all the buses come by. Nuevo Laredo buses are old school buses painted green and white, without air conditioning, but are much cheaper than taxis (only 5 pesos, or about 50 US cents, in comparison with about $4 US for a taxi). They often have their destination painted in white on a corner of the windshield...but most people have told me that routes can change a little bit, so it´s best to get off just as soon as you notice that the bus is heading the opposite direction that you need to go. I asked 2 women, 1 store clerk and 5 bus drivers before I found one who said he was going right by the Consulate - hooray! I was ecstatic! The bus ride was really hot, but I really couldn´t have cared less.

I went on a second Cereso (prison) visit today, this time to meet with an American Citizen (AmCit) who had been arrested in Mexico (mostly I got to listen and learn as the consulate officer explained that the consulate is not there to be a lawyer or give money to the prisoner, but to make sure that they aren´t being treated any worse than their Mexican citizen counterparts). This cereso seemed more organized to me than the last one, but this was also the same one that 11 prisoners escaped from last week (with the help of a few top guards, who also, needless to say, escaped). Fortunately, today it was probably more secure than it´s ever been due to the addition of some state police...no worries, Mom.

Sorry it´s been a while - I really miss you all a lot! Please write emails - I will try and respond ASAP! P.S. I´ll be in San Antonio this weekend, which means constant cell phone signal, so call if you can! (unless it´s around 3pm - 5pm EST...I´ll be watching Mexico vs. Argentina in the World Cup).

sueños en español

I dreamt (sp?) in Spanish for the first time last night! It was something about getting a towel for someone, but I specifically remember asking ¿Necesita una toalla? instead of Do you need a towel? (sorry I´m not using quotation marks here by the way - once again the international keyboard has foiled my attempts at English grammar).

The World Cup is in full swing here (in fact, as I´m sitting here in the cybercafe Argentina is playing another country on a TV right behind me.) It´s too bad that soccer is the one sport in the States that people really don´t watch as much, while the rest of the world does - it can be a really fun game (Pistons basketball is still high on my list though...too bad they´ve been eliminated). One of my coworkers, Alejandra, brought in a little 5 inch b&w TV that we watch during lunch time - and I've learned the ¡Que vive Mexico! cheer from the commercials that are on TV. Mexican World Cup commercials are comparable to Superbowl commercials in the U.S. - they generate lots of money and are pretty hilarious to watch in and of themselves (even, I would say, if you don´t know Spanish).
There's this one where this kid climbs into bed between his parents while they're sleeping. The dad rolls over and tells the wife ^It happened again.^ He picks up the kid, but we soon discover that the kid is not his son - it's his neighbor's son, and he returns the kid in the middle of the night, telling his neigbor ^It happened again^. The kid looks wistfully back at the Pontiac car that sits in his neigbor's driveway...and then you hear the catchphrase ^Everyone's going to want to be a part of your family.^ Kinda cute...sorry you can´t see it and had to suffer through my explanation instead :)

We got to send off our Principal Officer (the Consulate head) on Thursday night as his tour of duty in Nuevo Laredo was over - he moves on to Hawaii next to work on something with international trade with East Asia. Way to suffer :) I got to see some traditional Mexican dances at the farewell party - some local high schoolers came dressed in some amazingly bright colors. The particular dances that I saw were from Jalisco (a city farther south I think), and there was a lot of footwork with tap/clog like shoes - kind of a mix between Irish dancing (without the high kicks) and tap dancing, but with couples instead of solo. It was great!

I´m trying to get connected with a college Christian group over at the Texas A&M branch over in Laredo - please pray for that, as I am really craving fellowship with people who are my age (although maybe this is a place where God is wanting to stretch me a little bit...hmmmm).

¡Que les vaya bien! Les extraño a todos... (I hope all´s well, and I miss you all)

Cosas interesantes

Interesting things so far:

- in Mexico, I was told by a coworker, it's bad luck to leave your purse on the floor

- small car accidents can be settled with an exchange of 20 USD (United States Dollars) - imagine forgetting the whole insurance thing! :)

- I will never be able to go back to American-made "tacos" (sorry Stroud - I'm afraid this might mean no more Taco Bell). Or salsa for that matter.

- you never, ever want to get caught up in a Mexican prison (no no! I haven't gone to jail. I just went with a coworker to visit some Americans there). Just don't.

- in order to travel past 20-30 km into the Mexican border, you need to get a permit/visa. Many Americans don't know this, as the U.S. consulates along the border know all too well. Think "deportation".

- there are 66 different types of U.S. visas...I have learned to appreciate what some of my international friends have gone through to come to the U.S.

Good night,
Cat

La Cucaracha

Does anybody remember that song that you used to sing in elementary school, La Cucaracha (aka "The Cockroach Song")? I don't know if anybody's ever thought about the realities of dedicating lyrical verse to a quick-moving, 1-2 inch long insect, but when I think about it now, I can't imagine that the writer was exactly sane. The one line that I remember is that the singer says "Te quiero yo" to the cockroach. "Te quiero yo" literally means "I love you". I hope I've made my point.

My first night here, I was visited by one of these little guys as I went to grab my toothbrush. In an odd sort of way, I thought it was cute...in fact, I kind of wanted to consider it my new little bathroom-mate (come on now, I was desperate. This bugger was no replacement for you Sassy girls, but hey). Of course, then he started moving. I nearly jumped out of my skin just watching that. But biologically, cockroaches have something going for them in relation to the human race: they are too big to squash. Yup. As much as I didn't want this little guy in my bathroom, I also gagged at the thought of the "crunch" that would echo across the tiled bathroom if my sandaled foot or paper-towel-covered hand got a hold of him.

What to do? Well of course, logically, I had to escort him outside. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and a piece of thinnish cardstock-like stuff from the trash, and bolted back to the bathroom with my cockroach-catcher. "Little Cuca" was gone. Great. It was obvious that he was going to head straight for my bed so that every time the sheet touched my leg it would actually be him...you know, that instinct that tells us that every "icky" creature that escapes (snakes, ants, mice, etc.) is gonna head straight for our beds at night? Yeah...Cuca belongs in that category too.
Fortunately for me, however, he decided to pop out of his little hiding place before quickly running under the sink, where I didn't dare reach (you know how when you go rock climbing in rattle-snake infested areas they tell you not to reach above your head in case there's a snake there? The same rule applies to reaching underneath sinks in cockroach-infested areas).

So of course the next logical thing for me to do was to make sure that Cuca stayed in the bathroom so I could sleep. I shut the door, and then for extra assurance, I stuffed a towel at the crack at the bottom of the door, you know, in case he was gonna try and slip under there to get to my bed. I slept pretty well that night.

I have since met about 7 or 8 of Cuca's brothers and sisters. 5 have been escorted outside the premises with the ever-handy cockroach catcher, which now has a permanent place in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, 3 or so have escaped without consequence, usually back down the bathtub drain from whence they came. I may be able to leave them alone someday at least...but love for a cockroach? I don't know if I can even really say that I'm trying :)

well, I´m sitting here once again in my cybercafe, trying to see if this computer will even upload my pictures which I want to show you all. But I don´t think it´s cooperating...shoot. I forgot to bring all the installation software (which I didn´t think I needed).

I can at least tell you a little about the place where I´m living. I live in the U.S. Consulate in Nuevo Laredo...it´s air conditioned, and one of my coworkers loaned me a little 13 inch TV so I don´t get too bored when I can´t go out after 10pm, ha ha (the city isn´t exactly the safest place...I make smart decisions about when and where and with whom I go out, but I´d still appreciate prayers for that).

There is a 24-hour guard service at the consulate, so I defintely feel pretty safe there, ha ha...plus, it´s like having instant friends, almost like hallmates (but not really, since they don´t actually live in the consulate...plus, I can´t rump them like Hattie, Pearl, Sarah, Laura and Ashley :) But I think I will probably learn the most Spanish from talking to the guards (except that I can´t talk to them for that long...we got a security briefing yesterday where we were pretty much told not to do anything that would keep the guards from doing their job...it makes sense, but it´s kind of sad for me).

I went to a pretty awesome church in Laredo on Sunday that my boss goes too (a blessing!). Friendly people and good preaching from the Bible - it was something that I´m not sure I´d even really asked for (Kat, I think you knew, though :) I hope to be able to spend some time in the Mexican church that´s kitty corner from the consulate one of these days too, but I think that´ll be saved for later, when I can begin to hear and comprehend a sermon in Spanish at the same time (as opposed to hearing, and then having to later comprehend :)

I do really miss you guys as I make new discoveries here in NL. There´s a lot here that can remind me of home. I´d love to hear from you too, so please feel free to send emails (steincat@umich.edu) or send regular mail (it´s a U.S. mailing address, so it´s not any more expensive!!):

Cat Steiner
U.S. Consulate Nuevo Laredo
P.O. Box 3089
Laredo, TX 78044

__________ in foreign lands...

*For those of you who don't know, my posts from now until August-ish will be reflective of my experiences as a U.S. Consulate summer intern, and as a temporary resident of Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, Mexico. :)

__________ (fill in the blank with a verb) in foreign places...

pretty much, i think, doing almost anything (eating, dancing, sleeping, relaxing, worshipping, worrying, etc.) in a foreign place is going to be a little bit different. Maybe that's why I really like being in different places - I get tired of "routine" (though I like familiarity - careful, there's a difference there), and so just being able to do things a little differently here excites me.

Take talking, for example. When I was standing in line to buy my fruit, deodorant and detergent today, I had to really think about how I was going to ask the cashier if his store would accept my American dollars (I had regrettably failed to exchange for enough pesos at the bank). I never would have given my words a second thought if I'd been standing in line at Kroger or Meijer back in Michigan - but simply by virtue of being here, everything seems a bit new (including, I have to say, the buying of deodorant. I can imagine that some of the Mexican customers in H.E.B., which is the Texas/Mexican border equivalent of Meijer, were laughing inside as I spent about 2-3 minutes really trying to comprehend what each deodorant brand really had going for it. In Michigan, I would have swiped up the most familiar brand, but here, once again, everything is new :)

I think I'm finally breaking it in with my co-workers too. One thing that was worrying me was that they might take my "quietness" the wrong way (you know, how sometimes shy people are thought to be proud? Pride and Prejudice, anyone?). In reality, it's because I just simply don't speak Spanish that well, so I can't respond as often as I'd like to. I'm hoping that time and practice will take care of the language barrier (sometimes it pangs me when they have to break into English because I don't understand something - I want to be able to respond in Spanish!). Of course, they are all very friendly, which is a language within itself, and really helps.

Ok, time to go chow down a bit. I'll try to tell more specific stories later. Love to all.

Why do I sometimes feel like I am surrounded by people who are extremely intellectual and that therefore I have nothing to say? Sometimes I am intimidated by you all :)

I'm getting old!

My body hasn't been treating me well lately, and I'm clumsy:

- On Monday morning, I woke up and began stepping down the ladder from my lofted bed. But my left knee wouldn't work (as in it just kept giving out every time I tried to put weight on it). So it ended up being more of a "jump/slide" down the ladder, to the floor where I sat on my knees. I tried once again to get up, but my left knee still wouldn't "lock", so I ended up crawling around on my floor for about 5 - 10 minutes or so before I finally felt stable enough to stand up, and even then I took steps cautiously. Weird (and, in a way, very funny).

- Today, I kind of "jumped" to get to the first step on the mini-staircase outside the south caf, when I kind of slipped and lodged my elbow/arm in between the railing and the wall. My elbow is sure to be bruised, and I got to be embarassed when I realized that 3 of my residents saw it happen.

Ha ha...it reminds me of this time when I was in Mexico after my freshman year in high school, and I was running to catch up with people and tripped on this wire/pipe thingy, landing flat on my face. I think I laid there for like 2 minutes before I'd realized what had happened, and I was mortified (and at the same time, laughing). I finally knew what it meant to land flat on my face.

what are some of *your* clumsy/hilarious stories?

re-thinking many things

I've gotten into a bad habit of running into dilemmas lately. The big one right now: to teach, or not to teach? I keep telling people this, but the more I go through my undergraduate career, the more I realize that an undergrad major really doesn't seem to matter too much (unless you are going into a very specific field). I don't see myself getting as excited about teaching as I used to. Don't get me wrong - I still love kids - but I just don't see teaching as being, for me, the best medium of relating to them - I don't think I'm creative enough.

As a history major/spanish minor, I have a pretty wide (or narrow, depending on how you look at it) field of options. I won't, for example, be able to be an engineer with this kind a major. But I don't want to be an engineer. I might, however, be able to take on a more people-oriented position (not that engineers aren't people-oriented; I know plenty who are, and much of what they do centers around the needs of people - my hat goes off to you engineers). I'm still really interested in translational work - being able to translate languages always gets me pretty excited (though at this point spanish and english are the only two that I really have under my belt).

In some ways I feel like I could really choose to "panic" at this point, but I'm not. In fact, instead, I have this refreshing feeling of freedom in some ways. I think I had narrowed my focus down so much to teaching that I forgot how many other options I had, and I panicked slightly when I realized it might not be for me. It is a little nerve-wracking to think that I might not know exactly what I'll be doing when I graduate (teaching or not - still working it out), but I know that God has plans that He knows thoroughly - I think I need to ask Him about those plans a little more. Yay for hope!

yes...these are my friends...

This post is simply for laughs. I need them, you need them...laughing is healthy (most of the time)! Some of these were taken a while ago, some more recently. All in all, I am really blessed by God to have friends who cause me to embarass myself in public by laughing out loud as I walk alone across the Diag, thinking about their hilarious stories (and faces :) ...and don't start thinking that I don't have more where these came from :)

curious creatures and God's sense of humor

this bird made me crack up the other day when I went with some of the other IV girls to the Toledo Zoo. We walk into the bird room, and there he (or she) is, just chillaxin' there on the vent, getting warm. I just had to laugh.

Anyway, this post is being written mostly to appease Hattie, who reminded me that it's been a while (almost 2 months!). Way to be a faithful post-checker, Hootis, way to go :)

We were talking in Bible study the other night about how God has a sense of humor (this was after reading the book of Jonah...don't know why it was funny really). Mark Twain once said something along the lines of "Well, of course God has a sense of humor...just look at the platypus". It got us into this whole tangent about how the English animal biologists must have laughed and laughed at the drawings that got sent back to them from their cronies who were exploring Australia, probably thinking it was a joke. Ha. Kinda like the way we think of jackalopes in the States today. And then when they got sent the taxidermied version, it was probably like "hmm...now how did they fake that?" It's just funny to think about. I think Mark Twain is right - God thouroughly enjoyed making creation, and said it was good. I can't imagine that he wouldn't have a sense of humor if he made all of that...and if we as human beings are made in his image, and we have senses of humor (though skewed sometimes), it makes sense that we reflect what is his sense of humor. Not that I've really doubted that, but it's interesting to really think about it and know that God even created our sense of humor! He likes to see us laugh...pretty sweet guys, pretty sweet.

Ok, I really gotta get some sleep, but I'll see y'all on the flip side.