So, this city, this town, this place that I live in. It's so odd. It's extraordinarily odd. But I absolutely love that. I love this place because it's old. Even though it's not as old as a European city, like Glasgow.... which has buildings older than our country... ;). (One of the first things Stewart said when we were ooohing and ahhhing.)
Anyways... I technically live across the river from Cincinnati. The first people settled in this area in 1788. It's a city that is designed around the natural landscape. Not like Columbus, (and so many other cities that I've been to.) where the landscape was ploughed and flattened and carved, and paved over and a concrete-steel helotism dominated the area.
The greater Cincinnati area is quite large. However, I live in a little town, that feels like the turn the 20th century. Most of the houses here were built around that time. Including our house. Which is made of red brick and has an L-shaped front porch. Our house has a twin. An exact twin, right next door to it. Because the houses were designed by a father for his two twin daughters. It's brick all the way through. Even the walls. With plaster over it. I look out my back window and I can see the hills that become mountains the further south you travel.
The people here pull over to the side of the road and stop when a funeral passes on the other side. And on the nightly news, the big story was about four steer that jumped their fence and were running free near the neighborhood. They actually had a LIVE coverage of it. And the reporter actually said, "That's 500 lbs of angry heifer." And I thought that was hilarious.
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At work, Well, it's work. It's hard work. I bust my ass all day and get home and want to flop on the bed. I actually had to take a nap yesterday. My feet hurt so badly. My wrists hurt from the carpal tunnel. I was nearly crying. But I need to build up my tolerance again for physical endurance if I want to do the triathalon next June.
One really great thing about my job is that I am getting to speak Spanish again. After 14 years of not speaking it, it's slowly coming back to me. I think I'm going to try and brush it up a little. But it's really funny because I am still trying to learn French too, so I'm mixing them up a little bit.
For instance, when I try to say "yes," I usually say oui. Which is French. But if you are speaking to a person who doesn't know me and only knows Spanish, they don't understand. So I usually end up saying, " Oui,..... shit... I mean, yes... I mean... shit, I mean. Si..... dammit."
It's funnier in person.
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Ok, funny things about me.
1) My favorite saying is "I can make that..."
2)My 2nd favorite saying is, "I am fuckin' brilliant." Which is my way of saying, "I have an idea."
3)I like to look up words in the dictionary because I almost always stumble across a new word while I'm looking for the word that I can't spell. And I like new words. Like, today when I was looking up the correct spelling of 'heifer', I came across 'helotism'.
Very cool.