Welcome back to the blogolisious blog of New Guinea-ness! Again, to the Googlers, see the map to the left and then proceed to read this delightful post even though that’s not what you came here to do.
Here are some updates on the New Guinea front-
I had the opportunity to speak at a youth group this Wednesday and it was great! If you read the
‘Check,check…one, two, one, two’ post, it was for the same church I helped lead worship at. Anywho, the kids were great and very receptive to what I had to say. They took up an offering which was really cool because these are jr. and high school kids and they gave what they could and it made an impact. So right now, with about 6 months till I leave, I am about 15% of the way there. Woot.
Which now brings us to the section of the blog which is going to make my post title make complete sense:
Ok, remember how I had to take off work to get my fingerprints? Well, that didn’t happen. I planned on it happening, but we just started a new chapter (I teach 9th grade Algebra I, for those just joining this delightful blogging endeavor) and I couldn’t afford to miss a day of instruction to my kids – I know, I’m the best teacher ever. Not really (yes, really). So, instead I was able to find a “mobile fingerprinting company” and get my fingerprints taken. Wa hoo!
“But Leah,” you may be asking me, “what does this have to do with Fed Ex?” Well…
The fingerprints and other important notarized documents are now on their way to Papua New Guinea in a Fed Ex truck/plane/boat as we speak. Mailing international things is quite funny because we have addresses that have three lines(name, road, city-state-zip)…international mail has, like, right (name, road, lot section, po box, road, province, state, city, country). Needless to say, there was too much information I had to write down and not enough lines on the Fed Ex shipping paper, and when I asked if this was a problem, I was met with the response, “It’s fine. As long as it’s legible they’ll figure it out.” To which I nervously laughed and said, “Ok.” I tend to not question authority. We’ll see if this works out for me.
After this, I, of course, had to pay. When the lady rang me up she said. “One twenty four ninety nine.” Which in my head translated to $1.24. (Apparently, the ninety nine part got left off like how when we get gas we think it’s $3.39, but it’s really $3.39 and 9/10, so basically $3.40. But I digress.) So I pulled out my debit card, paid, and that was that. Then I got into my car and looked at the receipt.
I gasped. Then began to laugh. So. So. Hard. I laughed so hard that I wanted to share the hilarity with someone, but my friends didn’t pick up, so I called my mom. She didn’t think it was as funny as I did. She was more on the “Leah, you totally got ripped off” end of the hilarity spectrum, which when I think about, there isn’t a “getting ripped off” end of the hilarity spectrum, but if there were, that’s were she would be. Anyways. Once I convinced her I didn’t get ripped off and that $124.99 was a perfectly logical price for mail, everything was good and it took me about 0.02 seconds for me to realize that I was completely ridiculous for thinking $1.24 was going to mail something that far. I also realized how lucky I was that that mistake didn’t cause me to over draft. Usually for anything that much, I use my credit card. But, thanks to the taxation of the American government, my refund check was in so using my debit card wasn’t a big deal. Hence…
I laughed. I laughed at my ridiculousness that could have been very bad, but wasn’t. Score for Jesus. Blessed are the ridiculous for they shall make mistakes for which only God can receive credit for fixing (No…that’s not a real beatitude).
On to the next section:
PENNIES FOR NEW GUINEA
Basically, this is a fundraiser that involves a sign that says “Pennies for New Guinea” and a large receptacle into which people can put their spare change. Bam. (I get poetry points for my assonance – penny/new guinea, boom!)
To the last section!
This is the national/common language of Papua New Guinea. I will be taught the language when I get there, but, ever the overachiever, I have started studying some now. Because Tok Pisin derives itself from English, some of the grammar sounds similar but also very wrong to our English ears…
Alas. I’ve just realized the blog’s reaching maximum density, so we will the Tok Pisin for next week’s edition!
Until next time…
Peace out homie homes!- Leah
See below for links and contact info!
- If you or your church would like to take part in the “Pennies for New Guinea” fundraiser, send me an e-mail, facebook me, carrier pidgeon, whatevs. firstname.lastname@example.org
- Prayer and financial gifts: http://www.wycliffe.org/Partnership.aspx?mid=7F7EFA
- First newsletter: http://freepdfhosting.com/2c268faa8a.pdf
- Link to the Nikki/Leah Update Show (my roommate and I are ridiculous): http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=520812186866