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RIG-muh-rohl \  , noun;
1. An elaborate or complicated procedure.
2. Confused, incoherent, foolish, or meaningless talk
When attempting to write ‘rigmarole’ in my phone, t9 suggested signarle, then rignapole.  This made me laugh harder than I had laughed all day, and that made me wonder about my sense of humor.
I’m starting work tomorrow in Mars Hill, NC but I do not have a place to live yet.  The whole rigmarole of finding the perfect place can be exhausting.  Ideally, it’d be close to work and climbing trees, it’d be furnished because I sold mine in a moment of quarterlife crisis, and there’d be a stable landlord.  My biggest problem is that I’m far from practical.  I saw a room for rent that was nice.  I’m willing to pay big bucks for ‘nice’ because of a lovely hanging swing on the porch.  I guess some would call that a porch swing.  I dreamingly looked at the porch as I pictured the relaxing afternoons sipping fresh squeezed lemonade, reading something thought provoking, then writing about those thoughts, all while swinging in the breeze.  Though if I sign the lease, I will have not money left over for the lemons to freshly squeeze them into lemonade.
Decisions, decisions.  Signarle, rignapole.  Rigmarole.


 \ HOB-uhl-dee-hoy \  noun;
1. An awkward, gawky young fellow.

I’m lined up to fly into fall tonight.  Departing from the steamy asphalt of Clearwater and arriving in the refreshing breeze of the Blue Ridge.  Blue Ridge Breezes are what I’ve been craving. 
The airport is frigid. I’m tempted to unzip my packed suitcase to throw some socks on with my chacos.  My hands are colder than the pool I spent my last two months swimming in. 
Fall.  Warm days, cool nights.  Light jackets wrapped around your waist.  I could wrap a jacket around my waist and put socks on with my chacos and automatically become a womanly hobbledehoy.
There is a man here that would be unfairly labeled as a hobbledehoy.  I seem to have a heart for them.  I smile bigger and am in no rush to leave their close proximity.  I am the opposite of this around people who are the opposite of hobbledehoy.  This man is lengthy.   He’s fairly young.  And he laughs like a friendly version of a Lion King hyena.  Hobbledehoys often have a hard time getting through security scene-less.  This makes my heart go out to them even more. 


[hahy-pokuh-riz-uhm, hi-]–noun
1. a pet name.
2. the practice of using a pet name.
3. the use of forms of speech imitative of baby talk, esp. by an adult.


I had a very appropriate pet name my freshman year of high school.  Simply “my pet.”  Though there was nothing ‘simple’ about the name giver.  I often heard his name mentioned in the halls between class.  Tom Porter this, Tom Porter that.  Curly dark hair and eyes as blue as my favorite colored pencil.  Brightly hip Hawaiian shirts everyday.  A senior on the baseball team. I was Tom Porter’s pet.
Did he mean anything by it?  Neh.  Did I still daydream that he might secretly love me?  Highly possible.  For one short year, with my orange and blue braces and my jammin adidas slides, I reached greatness because of a simple, short, perfect hypocorism.  


 Here are a few things I’ve noticed here but have yet to tell you about:

The hole in the ozone layer over New Zealand is so serious, there are vending machines that sell only sunscreen and are called The Sunscreen Machines.

People don’t tip wait staff here. It felt rude at first, but they get paid more than the American $2.50/hr or whatever, and it’s just not what kiwis do. So sometimes when breakfast out costs $15, I tell myself with the conversion rate and tip, it’s really comparable to breakfast out in the states.

Help exchange and WWOOFING (Willing Workers on Organic Farms) are very popular here and a lot of people we meet either house helpers or know someone who does. It’s such a great way to see the country on a budget.

Turns out the Kmart here is awesome. No, seriously! Kmart is awesome here because it’s like a Target. We were giddy when we walked through. “The quality of the service and products were wow plus,” Brittany said with bright eyes.

Many kiwis end each sentence with “eh?” or “isn’t it?” even when it doesn’t require an answer. This sometimes makes active listening very easy, unless you don’t want to agree with this person, then there is a lot of silence.

There are directional signs in towns that point you not just to streets, but services. This makes wine tastings easy to find.


I was shocked by the electrical plug and I can now cook
organic veggie burgers, Thai green curry, and rice at the perfect texture.

I really am learning a lot here. I was in charge of dinner last night and the kids devoured it, so I call it a success. It is spring here, so it’s time for the cleaning spring demands (I should’ve thought of that before I planned this trip!) I actually quite enjoy it when a kitchen starts off horrid. It’s rewarding to see such progress.  It’s pouring rain during my time off, so I am soaking my feet while watching Becoming Jane and drinking green tea. So lovely.


I bought a one-way ticket and will arrive in Auckland on September 19th, my 28th birthday, after a 20 hour flight from Tampa.  

I bought a powerball ticket (jackpot was $300 million) and realized that my plans wouldn’t even change if I won. Well, I guess I wouldn’t shear sheep or scrub toilets while in NZ.