Thursday, September 30, 2010

Trent is going to paint a masterpiece... maybe.

First off, I am not artsy. Now when I say this, I am excluding the performing arts. I was blessed with that ability. However, when it comes to hand eye coordination and being a stickler with detail. You need to call my brother the artist. He is the one that will paint you something beautiful. I hear he is looking for work, call him up to paint your house. lol. jk.

Now, what I am trying to do this weekend is to paint the country of Burkina Faso on my wall. Now I know that this is utterly tacky and not something that one would do with their home. My reply to this is... then don't come to my house. lol. Anyways, I have a big map of Burkina and what I am doing is gridding the map and then taking the measurements by 2 and gridding that on my wall. I am in the middle of this process right now. It is long and boring, but I am sure in the long run will make the map of my country turn out better than if , heaven forbid, I drew it freehand. So I am hoping for wonderful results and I can put my friends houses and the map and it will look wonderful. I will post pictures if I ever have a friend with a camera come. lol.

Now a funny story. Yesterday I was sitting in one of my chairs. Now the chairs here that the Burkinabe love are like plastic lawn chairs. They think they are the bees knees. So I bought 4 of them for 15,000 CFA the equivalent of 30 dollars American. Now I am sitting in one of the chairs talking to my friend Jenn on the phone and what do you think happened to poor Ironic Comedy Trent.
Yes, exactly.
I shift my weight, the chair tips a little bit then breaks then leaves me to fall through the chair where the leg broke while I am on the phone and I scream, which makes my neighbors come over and see what the crazy Nasara (Na-Sar-uh) has done now. I am laying in the broken chair and finally get up and out of it. I am laughing, which the Burkinabe didn't understand. I receive from this fall what is probably a huge bruise on my butt that makes it very uncomfortable when I have to ride my bike. I am good though. Just slightly embarrassed that I am so much of a catastrophe sometimes.

Well I think that is about it for me.
Miss you all.

P.S. If you have any ideas on how to keep crickets out of your house or how to stop roosters from crowing, be sure to let me know.


  1. Trent you crack me up You are so like your dad. It got so when he got hurt was afraid to take him to the Er for fear of getting arrested for child abuse. He was there so often.
    Your Mom is sending a camera so I expect to see pictures of everything. Your house, neighbors Neighborhood school friends those clothes you wore to swearing in etc etc etc Love you Grandma T

  2. Ohhhh, how I wish I could have seen this happen... and was Jenn still on the phone the entire time this was taking place? Please say yes, because that makes it even better. Thanks for a truly Ironic Trent story... I was starting to miss hearing about/ witnessing them!! Love ya!