Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Pictures from Christmas
I hope you enjoy...these are just a few of Josh's visit to Uganda. I hope you all love our African X-mas tree!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Kenya
I am sure that many of you have been seeing Kenya on the news lately. On December 26th Kenya held elections that resulted in all out chaos. Many have been killed and the death toll is still rising.
The chaos is a result of Kenyans who feel they were cheated and lied to. During the voting on the 26th it appeared as if the opposition leader was leading the election. After a long four days of counting votes and in the middle of the night Kibaki was sworn in. It appears that in some areas of Kenya there were more ballots than people and to everyone’s discontent they were all in favor of Kibaki Everyone wonders where these voters came from!
As no one can be really sure, but from what I have read and heard is that the newly sworn in President of Kenya is actually here in Uganda, staying at one of the most expensive hotels with his family. I imagine it is in fear of his life…but what about the lives of his citizens…his people…for the 300 that have been killed already and for the numbers that will be killed in the upcoming days or months…or however long this saga drags on. A president should be someone who is willing to stand on the front line, fight, protect, and make positive decisions for all his countrymen and women. Not escape and watch from afar.
Because Kenya is the closest port for shipping many of the goods that Uganda receives come via Kenya. (To take a bus from Kampala to the capital city of Nairobi it only takes 8 hours). One of the most important and much needed commodities is petrol. In Uganda, like Canada, petrol is purchased by the liter. In Uganda one liter of petrol sells for around $1.40 USD but now, after only four days of problems, one liter costs an average of $5.00.
One of the positive outcomes is that there are not as many cars on the roads, but it makes transport very difficult. (Especially now for us Muzungu who are getting even more exploited, first we are white and then there is a fuel shortage!)
The airport has to redirect all the flights from the Entebbe airport to Nairobi to refuel and then carry onto their original destinations.
There is much talk about this conflict in Kenya now and its very difficult to know the truth in the details. It is being said that the votes will have to be recounted, that the president should step down, that the elections should be redone. As for now only time will tell, but it find it horribly sad that once again people are dying for standing up in what they believe in and what is rightfully there’s…in Kenya’s case…a president chosen by the people!
The chaos is a result of Kenyans who feel they were cheated and lied to. During the voting on the 26th it appeared as if the opposition leader was leading the election. After a long four days of counting votes and in the middle of the night Kibaki was sworn in. It appears that in some areas of Kenya there were more ballots than people and to everyone’s discontent they were all in favor of Kibaki Everyone wonders where these voters came from!
As no one can be really sure, but from what I have read and heard is that the newly sworn in President of Kenya is actually here in Uganda, staying at one of the most expensive hotels with his family. I imagine it is in fear of his life…but what about the lives of his citizens…his people…for the 300 that have been killed already and for the numbers that will be killed in the upcoming days or months…or however long this saga drags on. A president should be someone who is willing to stand on the front line, fight, protect, and make positive decisions for all his countrymen and women. Not escape and watch from afar.
Because Kenya is the closest port for shipping many of the goods that Uganda receives come via Kenya. (To take a bus from Kampala to the capital city of Nairobi it only takes 8 hours). One of the most important and much needed commodities is petrol. In Uganda, like Canada, petrol is purchased by the liter. In Uganda one liter of petrol sells for around $1.40 USD but now, after only four days of problems, one liter costs an average of $5.00.
One of the positive outcomes is that there are not as many cars on the roads, but it makes transport very difficult. (Especially now for us Muzungu who are getting even more exploited, first we are white and then there is a fuel shortage!)
The airport has to redirect all the flights from the Entebbe airport to Nairobi to refuel and then carry onto their original destinations.
There is much talk about this conflict in Kenya now and its very difficult to know the truth in the details. It is being said that the votes will have to be recounted, that the president should step down, that the elections should be redone. As for now only time will tell, but it find it horribly sad that once again people are dying for standing up in what they believe in and what is rightfully there’s…in Kenya’s case…a president chosen by the people!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Happy Holiday
Happy Holidays!
In the past month a lot has happened. I finished school at the beginning of December and wrote exams for one complete week, Monday to Saturday without fail. It was very tiring and, in my opinion, a complete waste of time. I need challenge and push in my education and here I feel I get neither. I am not trying to be deliberately negative, it’s just that when a student perusing a Masters degree is asked, on a final exam, to define prejudice and give exams of how to put an end to it, I continue wondering how informative this “education” really is. Oh well…I might need therapy and start my Master’s all over when I get home.
Josh arrived on Dec 17th very tired, very white, and a little annoyed. Air Canada had lost his luggage. Because I had warned him of this, he did pack on extra pair of clothes. It was almost one week before he got his suitcase. (For those of you at home who may think it’s not a big deal…it is…in Uganda we don’t have washers and dryers we have our hands).
I was very excited and my emotions went though a rollercoaster waiting for him to walk out those doors!
There have been several things that I have been waiting to see here in Uganda, but I wanted to wait for Josh to arrive. It’s not the same when you have seen something once and show the other around. It’s nice to experience new things at the same time.
When people live and experience new lifestyles things about those individuals change. The change is not something that can be explained or, sometimes, even recognized, but it’s a change that can end lifelong friendships and relationships. As people age their hobbies and interests transform, but add a drastic variable into the equation and somehow even the most familiar can become a stranger. I have tried with all my might in the past four months to tell Josh about my new life and environment. He listened and tried to understand, but as he admitted to me after only several days after his arrival, there was absolutely no way he could have “understood” without coming here. This trip widened Josh’s understanding and acceptance of difference and culture. I am very happy that I was able to be the one to see him and guide him on his first trip abroad.
On December 19th Josh and I traveled 7 hours to Northwestern Uganda to Murchison Falls for a Safari. We were very lucky and were able to have a game drive, hike, and boat cruise to view the animals. It was so amazing to see animals in their natural habitat without bars and signs that read, “do not feed the animals”. One of the best things about the safari was that we were able to see two lion mothers, each with their three cubs, eating a cobb (a little like a deer) that they had just hunted.
One thing that I never noticed from watching animal planet is that hippos are extremely personable animals. They will actually make eye contact with people. I guess maybe it is their way of saying “ as long as you stay in your boat and leave me alone, I will reciprocate!” We must have seen over one hundred hippos in the Nile that day and their grandeur is absolutely amazing. It truly does take seeing them up close to realize their power.
One thing that has constantly annoyed me beyond belief is the desperate need for money and the willingness to lie and cheat me to get it. I take motorcycle taxis (Bodas) to get around. They are fast and get me where I need to go. Just because I am white they charge me double and sometimes even triple the price. I now know the price and argue till my ears bleed, but the whole situation angers me tremendously. It takes much energy to deal with these men 3-4-5 times a day, just so I can get where I am going. The first few times Josh experienced it was new to him, so it wasn’t really a big deal, but continued annoying me. One night after a long day I expressed my anger and dislike for this daily and constant struggle. He listened but didn’t say too much. The next day, every time it happened, Josh laughed. He looked at me and smiled…then laughed. I think if now I am to pretend that Josh is standing along side me and laughing…I might just be able to cope.
I think I introduced Josh to many new things! I was a good ambassador!! We had our days kept busy, but many of the evenings we just stayed in and watched movies. He has been so tired from work that the rest here did him a world of good. He enjoyed the sunshine a tremendous amount, He was only here for 17 days, but he got a GREAT tan! He didn’t look the same when he left that was for sure.
Josh is going to write a blog here after he gets home. I am anxious to read it. The day after Josh arrived, the little water “heater” that I have broke and the water only ran for 2-3 days. One day we had to buy bottles of mineral water to pour into a bucket, so we could have a “bath”. The water I heated in my teakettle and poured it into a small basin. Thanks to Josh coming all the way to Uganda I was able to share these annoyances with him and he brought a little light to the whole situation.
I think I can say that Josh had a great time. Lets wait and read his blog to see what he really thought! I can’t even explain in words how extremely wonderful and important it was for Josh to make the journey here. I have lived and traveled extensively in developing countries for 6 years, so I understand the cultural difference and the marks that it leaves on the heart. Now…finally, after such a long time, Josh can relate (exhale…smile…lots of tears)
In the past month a lot has happened. I finished school at the beginning of December and wrote exams for one complete week, Monday to Saturday without fail. It was very tiring and, in my opinion, a complete waste of time. I need challenge and push in my education and here I feel I get neither. I am not trying to be deliberately negative, it’s just that when a student perusing a Masters degree is asked, on a final exam, to define prejudice and give exams of how to put an end to it, I continue wondering how informative this “education” really is. Oh well…I might need therapy and start my Master’s all over when I get home.
Josh arrived on Dec 17th very tired, very white, and a little annoyed. Air Canada had lost his luggage. Because I had warned him of this, he did pack on extra pair of clothes. It was almost one week before he got his suitcase. (For those of you at home who may think it’s not a big deal…it is…in Uganda we don’t have washers and dryers we have our hands).
I was very excited and my emotions went though a rollercoaster waiting for him to walk out those doors!
There have been several things that I have been waiting to see here in Uganda, but I wanted to wait for Josh to arrive. It’s not the same when you have seen something once and show the other around. It’s nice to experience new things at the same time.
When people live and experience new lifestyles things about those individuals change. The change is not something that can be explained or, sometimes, even recognized, but it’s a change that can end lifelong friendships and relationships. As people age their hobbies and interests transform, but add a drastic variable into the equation and somehow even the most familiar can become a stranger. I have tried with all my might in the past four months to tell Josh about my new life and environment. He listened and tried to understand, but as he admitted to me after only several days after his arrival, there was absolutely no way he could have “understood” without coming here. This trip widened Josh’s understanding and acceptance of difference and culture. I am very happy that I was able to be the one to see him and guide him on his first trip abroad.
On December 19th Josh and I traveled 7 hours to Northwestern Uganda to Murchison Falls for a Safari. We were very lucky and were able to have a game drive, hike, and boat cruise to view the animals. It was so amazing to see animals in their natural habitat without bars and signs that read, “do not feed the animals”. One of the best things about the safari was that we were able to see two lion mothers, each with their three cubs, eating a cobb (a little like a deer) that they had just hunted.
One thing that I never noticed from watching animal planet is that hippos are extremely personable animals. They will actually make eye contact with people. I guess maybe it is their way of saying “ as long as you stay in your boat and leave me alone, I will reciprocate!” We must have seen over one hundred hippos in the Nile that day and their grandeur is absolutely amazing. It truly does take seeing them up close to realize their power.
One thing that has constantly annoyed me beyond belief is the desperate need for money and the willingness to lie and cheat me to get it. I take motorcycle taxis (Bodas) to get around. They are fast and get me where I need to go. Just because I am white they charge me double and sometimes even triple the price. I now know the price and argue till my ears bleed, but the whole situation angers me tremendously. It takes much energy to deal with these men 3-4-5 times a day, just so I can get where I am going. The first few times Josh experienced it was new to him, so it wasn’t really a big deal, but continued annoying me. One night after a long day I expressed my anger and dislike for this daily and constant struggle. He listened but didn’t say too much. The next day, every time it happened, Josh laughed. He looked at me and smiled…then laughed. I think if now I am to pretend that Josh is standing along side me and laughing…I might just be able to cope.
I think I introduced Josh to many new things! I was a good ambassador!! We had our days kept busy, but many of the evenings we just stayed in and watched movies. He has been so tired from work that the rest here did him a world of good. He enjoyed the sunshine a tremendous amount, He was only here for 17 days, but he got a GREAT tan! He didn’t look the same when he left that was for sure.
Josh is going to write a blog here after he gets home. I am anxious to read it. The day after Josh arrived, the little water “heater” that I have broke and the water only ran for 2-3 days. One day we had to buy bottles of mineral water to pour into a bucket, so we could have a “bath”. The water I heated in my teakettle and poured it into a small basin. Thanks to Josh coming all the way to Uganda I was able to share these annoyances with him and he brought a little light to the whole situation.
I think I can say that Josh had a great time. Lets wait and read his blog to see what he really thought! I can’t even explain in words how extremely wonderful and important it was for Josh to make the journey here. I have lived and traveled extensively in developing countries for 6 years, so I understand the cultural difference and the marks that it leaves on the heart. Now…finally, after such a long time, Josh can relate (exhale…smile…lots of tears)
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Registering for classes…is this blog too late? Maybe not!
When registering for classes at Penn State while living in Media, PA I would sit in my bed with my laptop and chose the classes that I wanted and needed to take (according to my diploma) and clicked submit. Then three times in the course of the semester I had to go to the bursar’s office and pay my tuition. That was it…over and done with.
Let me discuss UGANDAN STYLE!!!
Firstly, I was accepted to the Makerere University…OH NO SORRY….I wasn’t really accepted, I just got an “acceptance letter” and wasn’t really accepted until after I registered at the end of September. (Wow…how this could have all turned out really bad). I forge on. I had to first go to the centrally located Senate building to get my student number then preceded to walk for about 8 min to the main building were I had to get the account number of the university. I then had to find a bank and open an account, so I could pay the tuition by bank draft. (That took a week in itself). The bank was able to “transfer” the money to the schools account. Okay…great…. but no, they weren’t set up to do that YET. I was told to wait one week and then return. I waited one week. That turned into two. I finally got the bank draft and went to the Main building where I gave them my back draft and they gave me a receipt. I then had to return to the senate building where I was to fill out forms, paste my picture, and copies of my diploma from PSU, and my transcript from high school, PAUSE……..MY WHAAAAAT???? Sidebar…I was informed that scans would be enough. WRONG…so after being told to ‘GO HOME TO CANADA “ and get them, I pleaded, but that didn’t work, so I tried tears and that didn’t even work.
Discouraged I went home for the day and well gave myself a week off.
I return with my documents (except those copies) and a gentleman wearing a pink shirt tells me he was so sorry about what had happened last week that he will admit me “provisionally” until I can get the copies they need to see. He gives me MORE forms and directs me.
I now go for another walk to get a signature…then walk another 10 min to another building to get a stamp onto of the signature. Then walk to another building to get another signature…and then to another building to quadruple check that I did in fact pay the tuition and then get that stamp on top of that last signature.
Then I was suppose to take all the forms and get my student I.D. card…BUT they were done taking pictures for the day, so I retuned yet again to get the card. Which was hilarious because they had to “adjust” the colour 50 times because I was SO white!
I finally registered the last week of September.
Or…actually…I just thought I did.
Today Kate asked me to help her finish registering and I took her to all the rooms that she needed to have stamps and signatures. When I went into the room the lady recognized me (why wouldn’t she? She has only stamped and signed and seen me 50 times). She hands Kate these forms and tells her to register…I barked “What I never did that”…ERRRRRR more forms to fill out. Kate then didn’t want to wait, so she fills it out and takes it to the appropriate office as she then asks “after all this am I registered?” No, she then shows us a books that we have to sign”.
Just as we are about to walk out she says “DON’T FORGET TO REGISTER FOR AN EXAM PERMIT”. I almost dropped dead. Today is Wednesday and exams start MONDAY.
Just writing this blog as exhausted me…and the thought of having to do it again next month makes me want to…I love Uganda!!
Let me discuss UGANDAN STYLE!!!
Firstly, I was accepted to the Makerere University…OH NO SORRY….I wasn’t really accepted, I just got an “acceptance letter” and wasn’t really accepted until after I registered at the end of September. (Wow…how this could have all turned out really bad). I forge on. I had to first go to the centrally located Senate building to get my student number then preceded to walk for about 8 min to the main building were I had to get the account number of the university. I then had to find a bank and open an account, so I could pay the tuition by bank draft. (That took a week in itself). The bank was able to “transfer” the money to the schools account. Okay…great…. but no, they weren’t set up to do that YET. I was told to wait one week and then return. I waited one week. That turned into two. I finally got the bank draft and went to the Main building where I gave them my back draft and they gave me a receipt. I then had to return to the senate building where I was to fill out forms, paste my picture, and copies of my diploma from PSU, and my transcript from high school, PAUSE……..MY WHAAAAAT???? Sidebar…I was informed that scans would be enough. WRONG…so after being told to ‘GO HOME TO CANADA “ and get them, I pleaded, but that didn’t work, so I tried tears and that didn’t even work.
Discouraged I went home for the day and well gave myself a week off.
I return with my documents (except those copies) and a gentleman wearing a pink shirt tells me he was so sorry about what had happened last week that he will admit me “provisionally” until I can get the copies they need to see. He gives me MORE forms and directs me.
I now go for another walk to get a signature…then walk another 10 min to another building to get a stamp onto of the signature. Then walk to another building to get another signature…and then to another building to quadruple check that I did in fact pay the tuition and then get that stamp on top of that last signature.
Then I was suppose to take all the forms and get my student I.D. card…BUT they were done taking pictures for the day, so I retuned yet again to get the card. Which was hilarious because they had to “adjust” the colour 50 times because I was SO white!
I finally registered the last week of September.
Or…actually…I just thought I did.
Today Kate asked me to help her finish registering and I took her to all the rooms that she needed to have stamps and signatures. When I went into the room the lady recognized me (why wouldn’t she? She has only stamped and signed and seen me 50 times). She hands Kate these forms and tells her to register…I barked “What I never did that”…ERRRRRR more forms to fill out. Kate then didn’t want to wait, so she fills it out and takes it to the appropriate office as she then asks “after all this am I registered?” No, she then shows us a books that we have to sign”.
Just as we are about to walk out she says “DON’T FORGET TO REGISTER FOR AN EXAM PERMIT”. I almost dropped dead. Today is Wednesday and exams start MONDAY.
Just writing this blog as exhausted me…and the thought of having to do it again next month makes me want to…I love Uganda!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Life after CHOGM!!
Hello all! Sorry for the delay…I have been told that I am making people bored (wink wink Maureen) because I am not posting new topics. The internet has been so extremely slow and I just cant be bothered to spend 45 minutes to open google.
Not a lot of news to write about, so I will tell you all about illness #3 because I find it really funny. Actually, when I told Josh about it I laughed the whole time…he didn't find it as humourous as I did!
It must have been two weeks ago now. I started getting these “bites” late at night and I woke up, turned on the light (I had electricity that night!!) and scanned my room for a mosquito. I couldn’t find anything so I went back to bed…and again I was itchy. I thought then, that there must be something in my bed. Anyway, I finally feel asleep. When I woke up in the morning…HOLY COW…I had these…ummm…let me call them mutations…all over my ENTIRE body. There were weltches about the size of saucers or pancakes, bright red, and about ½ an inch thick. They were very hot and very very very itchy.
I called Daddy Tusu and he told me come to his office, so his brother (a Doctor) could look at me. Dr. Alex told me to go to the hospital and get a shot…
Like a good little Muzungu I went to the hospital…yes, let me admit I was freaking out…just a little bit!
I get to the hospital and it was very early, so there was not that many people and I got to see the Doctor right away. When the Dr. called me, he entered his office and sat down. AS SOON AS I WALKED INTO THE EXAM ROOM I LIFTED UP MY T-SHIRT TO HIM THE HUGE WELT ON MY STOMACH. The look on the Dr’s face was priceless, a little fear mixed with disgust he immediately slammed the door shut and asked me what I had eaten. He told me I was having an anaphylactic reaction to something and I need to get an immunization.
Off I go to the nurse’s station where I had a very unpleasant experience from Illness #2 where I was lucky to have received my first ever needle in the bum!!! Love it…I recommend it…incase you ever get bored…you might just want to get one!
Before I continue…I need you to understand something. In Uganda, at the hospital I went to anyway, they use needles that have the diameter much the same as a nail…good lord, you feel that needle for 2 weeks after…
Ok…I continue…
I sit down on the Doctors table/bed…whatever you call it. The nurse says, “This is going straight into the vein”…OK! SO? I’m a humanitarian…NOT a Doctor…I DIDN’T have any idea why that we would be any different…She was very gentle…but how gentle can one be when they are stabbing you with a …nail…. as she injected the medicine I said “Oh my! That really really hurts” so she takes the needle out and that left a huge cavern in the vein, and started to massage my hand a little…that is when I could feel that medicine go up my arm, I started to get VERY HOT, then VERY Nauseous, then I told the nurse “Please give me a bucket, I am going to vomit” which to her probably sounded something like “ MMMMMERRRMERRRRMERRR” and then I passed right out…cold!!!
I have no idea how long I was laying there, but I was woken up to Miss…. then I think she said Muzungu…. Anyway when I woke up I felt much better… I went home on a Boda Boda (Motorcycle Taxi) and went to sleep for the entire day. The spots went away in the reverse order of the way they came, but they took a whole week to go away. It was the strangest thing. I think the Doctor was shocked at the way they appeared on my white skin. My friends told me that when they get spots like that they do not turn pink!!!
As of late in a nutshell…CHOGM is OVER thank the lord. School is coming to an end and my final coursework papers are due. Exams are on the week of the 10th. Josh arrives on the 17th!
Just a little observation…IF you read the blog a month ago about CHOGM you will understand this. My apartment is across the street from a major tourist attraction and they put street lights down my street, which is a really wonderful idea, because at night there is petty crime caused by the darkness and the lights would make the area safer…HOWEVER the lights worked for…lets count…two days before CHOGM…the four days of CHOGM…and two days after CHOGM…now the lamps sit there unlit!!! How wonderful! God Bless the Queen who helped prevent petty crime for a whole EIGHT days!!!
Have a great day…especially those of you in -20 weather…I send you my wishes from the comfortable +30!!!!!
Not a lot of news to write about, so I will tell you all about illness #3 because I find it really funny. Actually, when I told Josh about it I laughed the whole time…he didn't find it as humourous as I did!
It must have been two weeks ago now. I started getting these “bites” late at night and I woke up, turned on the light (I had electricity that night!!) and scanned my room for a mosquito. I couldn’t find anything so I went back to bed…and again I was itchy. I thought then, that there must be something in my bed. Anyway, I finally feel asleep. When I woke up in the morning…HOLY COW…I had these…ummm…let me call them mutations…all over my ENTIRE body. There were weltches about the size of saucers or pancakes, bright red, and about ½ an inch thick. They were very hot and very very very itchy.
I called Daddy Tusu and he told me come to his office, so his brother (a Doctor) could look at me. Dr. Alex told me to go to the hospital and get a shot…
Like a good little Muzungu I went to the hospital…yes, let me admit I was freaking out…just a little bit!
I get to the hospital and it was very early, so there was not that many people and I got to see the Doctor right away. When the Dr. called me, he entered his office and sat down. AS SOON AS I WALKED INTO THE EXAM ROOM I LIFTED UP MY T-SHIRT TO HIM THE HUGE WELT ON MY STOMACH. The look on the Dr’s face was priceless, a little fear mixed with disgust he immediately slammed the door shut and asked me what I had eaten. He told me I was having an anaphylactic reaction to something and I need to get an immunization.
Off I go to the nurse’s station where I had a very unpleasant experience from Illness #2 where I was lucky to have received my first ever needle in the bum!!! Love it…I recommend it…incase you ever get bored…you might just want to get one!
Before I continue…I need you to understand something. In Uganda, at the hospital I went to anyway, they use needles that have the diameter much the same as a nail…good lord, you feel that needle for 2 weeks after…
Ok…I continue…
I sit down on the Doctors table/bed…whatever you call it. The nurse says, “This is going straight into the vein”…OK! SO? I’m a humanitarian…NOT a Doctor…I DIDN’T have any idea why that we would be any different…She was very gentle…but how gentle can one be when they are stabbing you with a …nail…. as she injected the medicine I said “Oh my! That really really hurts” so she takes the needle out and that left a huge cavern in the vein, and started to massage my hand a little…that is when I could feel that medicine go up my arm, I started to get VERY HOT, then VERY Nauseous, then I told the nurse “Please give me a bucket, I am going to vomit” which to her probably sounded something like “ MMMMMERRRMERRRRMERRR” and then I passed right out…cold!!!
I have no idea how long I was laying there, but I was woken up to Miss…. then I think she said Muzungu…. Anyway when I woke up I felt much better… I went home on a Boda Boda (Motorcycle Taxi) and went to sleep for the entire day. The spots went away in the reverse order of the way they came, but they took a whole week to go away. It was the strangest thing. I think the Doctor was shocked at the way they appeared on my white skin. My friends told me that when they get spots like that they do not turn pink!!!
As of late in a nutshell…CHOGM is OVER thank the lord. School is coming to an end and my final coursework papers are due. Exams are on the week of the 10th. Josh arrives on the 17th!
Just a little observation…IF you read the blog a month ago about CHOGM you will understand this. My apartment is across the street from a major tourist attraction and they put street lights down my street, which is a really wonderful idea, because at night there is petty crime caused by the darkness and the lights would make the area safer…HOWEVER the lights worked for…lets count…two days before CHOGM…the four days of CHOGM…and two days after CHOGM…now the lamps sit there unlit!!! How wonderful! God Bless the Queen who helped prevent petty crime for a whole EIGHT days!!!
Have a great day…especially those of you in -20 weather…I send you my wishes from the comfortable +30!!!!!
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