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I so hope i won’t regret this

In the interest of allowing my readers to learn more about me as a person, rather than me as a blogger, I am dedicating this post to answering questions. Any question you want as I fear nothing, and will show anything. So no matter how rude, irrelevant, or personal the question is, I will try my best to answer it. Feel free to ask more than one question but no more than three. I will answer the questions in the next post.

Happy questioning.

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Home Sweet Home

Just in case you were wondering, my research is over! The topic I had to analyze was Thailand’s forestry potential to sequester carbon (meaning, to take carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere). My presentation went very well. Not like you care, but I care, and that’s all that matters so I shall blog about it because that was 2 months of my life spent researching Thailand.

I presented my research in Michigan. They have a beautiful campus.

And even though I had to say goodbye to 35 wonderful people I spent 2 months getting to know…

I am happy to be home. In my own bed.  Beneath my own WARM thick non itchy sheets. Even if me and my mom have already started arguing…but I shall save that for another post.

Ahh, home sweet home.

Feeding the ducks

When I use to live in England it was my honor to be in the presence of the Queen’s ducks.  They occupied a pond close to where I lived. These ducks weren’t just regular ducks, they seriously belonged to the Queen. If you just so happened to accidentally run over one of these ducks with your car, you’d better run for it because you’d have to pay a VERY hefty fine, as these were the “Queen’s ducks” (totally off topic, but in my British town if you hit a cow you have to pay for the cow, all the milk it would produce, and the cows that cow would have had and all the milk they would have produced, and all the cows they would have had and all t he milk they would produce? it would be cheaper to buy a new cow…but NOOOO…anywhoo back to the subject at hand).   Hypothetically speaking, if one these royal ducks were to choke on a piece of bread I gave them, I would be in legal trouble. So, if a bunch of ducks decided to cross the road, stop midway, and sit, you better believe traffic would have to stop until the ducks decided otherwise.

Maybe it’s the American in me that doesn’t understand why so much respect should be given to a bunch of birds (sorry if I have offended anyone from the England), but either way, I got to feed some ducks for the first time in my life.

I ended up attending a potluck and this pond just so happened to be nearby

I saw a small family feeding the ducks. They looked so content and happy.

The girl was especially fond of the ducks.

It looked like so much fun and since these were not the “Queen’s ducks”, I knew I could finally join in, without fear of killing a duck!

I ran inside to get some bread and came out to feed the ducks with my friend. By the time I had come back, the little boy was in trouble for attempting to jump in the water (or something along those lines), and they quickly left.

Me and my friend continued to feed the ducks anyway.

That is not me. That is my friend

Finally at the tender age of 20-something I got to feed the blasted ducks.

Of course if I ever were to run over the queens ducks, I’d keep on rolling.  No ducks were harmed in the making of this post.  Promise!

My eating habits…

I know some people who are fortunate enough to like just about everything.I will choke down anything to be polite, yet, I envy people who speak lyrically of their delicious vegetarian stir fries.  I didn’t choose to dislike most vegetables, I was born this way.

The list of things I don’t like to eat is miles long:  steak, beef, pork,  turkey, broccoli, cauliflower, tomatoes, eggplant, mushrooms (yes, most vegetables). I do enjoy carrots and corn and kimchi!

I am not too fond of spaghetti although I like lasagna. Starches are okay.   I love most fruits except the bitter ones. . I do LOVE smoothies I also LOVE nonamerican food. Yakisoba, Bulgogi (I know it’s beef but it’s different because it’s Korean), lumpia, mmmmm. I blame that on my ex-expat life.

Surprisingly one of my hobbies is cooking.  Or maybe that’s not a surprise, at least I know I can satisfy my own desires.

Are you as picky an eater as I am? I have yet to meet a picky picky eater like myself.

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Confessions of an Addict.

7 weeks, 3 days, 20 hours and 9 minutes. 
That is the exact amount of time I have as of 3:51 EST until I go home.
This last week has been trying.
As you can see I haven’t been posting as often. 
And I officially started having withdrawls. 
I’ve been dealing with the addiction for about half my life and now I must deal without.
So, here I am today with the jitters, dreaming, wishing, hoping, craving for one thing and one thing only. 
So please bare with me for the next 7 weeks, 3 days , 20 hours and 4 minutes. 
Because until then, I have to live with limited access to my #1 addiction.
Hi my name is Tellie and I am addicted to the internet.
Are you?

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I look too young

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I admit I am a hard stick when it comes to getting my blood drawn.  So when I was poked on yesterday for over an hour to get four vials of blood, I wasn’t surprised. What I was surprised with was the reactions from the technicians.

They told me I was “handled it better than most adults” and how I was such a “brave little girl”.

Umm?? Hello??? I am not a “little girl” I am a 20-something year old adult!!

I’ve been dealing with this problem for too many years now. No matter what I do, I look like I’m between the ages of 12-14. Makeup does not work.  Dressing up might as well be a joke.  I feel like I’m aging in reverse, especially after my teenage-hormone-induced acne has cleared up.

My first day on my job the security guard jokingly said that I looked “far too young to be working here”.  Mind you I was wearing a business suit,  makeup, and high heels.

When I came to college and arrived in my dorm room my roommate and her friend just stared at me. I had absolutely no idea why . Then it struck me, “how old are you??” She asked.  And when I told her, she let out a huge sigh of relief.  “Oh, because I thought you were 14 at most!”

Gee, thanks.

Some people pay tons to look young.  But I wish I looked older than half my age.  The only thing I am happy about is the fact that I am not flat chested because then I would have some SERIOUS problems.  It’s a big deal. I’d swear it holds me back in the world of work (but i don’t swear, remember?) and the way people treat and perceive me.

How old do I look like to you?? (I am about 5′ in height).