Holy Snot UK...

Well, I finished my vaccinations and took out a second mortgage on my future home. I'm all set for about 200 years. Am I ready?... Yeah... I refer to Africa like this: An unstable, never ending journey on a boat that is constantly rocking side to side. Only this time, there IS no sleeping master that will wake up at any second to calm it down. To sum up. Insert clean, abrasive language here ---->

Also, while on this rocking ship, I was able to book my ticket through Hell. Yes that's right Hell.

On July 15th at 8 am, I get on a 7 hour flight to Chicago where I will meet my plane buddy James Brown and have a "get to know you" layover for 4 1/2 hours. (Not that kind of layover)

I will cross the Pacific for the first time in my life on an 8 hour flight to London where we will have an excruciciting (yes I just made that word up) 9 hour layover and by this time.... it MIGHT BE that kind of layover.

It's an 8 hour and 25 minute flight from London to Nairobi where, that's right, we'll have a 6 1/2 hour LAYOVER. Dam(n) airlines anyway.

And finally, it's a 1 hour flight from Nairobi to Entebbe where our Country Directors will pick us up and drive 2 hours to Lugazi, Uganda. That's the part where I kiss the ground and swear I'm never doing that again.

I'll save you the brain cells, it's going to take me 46 hours and 25 minutes to get there!!!

Oh. And also. SURPRISE. 6 weeks later, I do it again. Only this time, it's an 18 hour layover in London where I intend to find my future husband, (calm down Don, we live in Utah), and frolic through the fog.

But plans were interrupted with the discovery that apparently, frolicking requires a VISA. And finding your husband requires a whole different kind of VISA. Boy was I not prepared for that crap. Between the biometric fingerprint scanning, "weak dollar" fees, and potentially revealing slash required information (such as the exact time my mother was conceived and how long it takes me to run the 5k)... I decided that the UK needs to bloody calm down. I mean bloody *hell*.

In other directly related news, I am in the process of creating a flier for our HELP Uganda benefit concert on September 25th. The following is a result of permanent markers, a scanner, the paint program, and lots of wasted paid company time. I'd ask you what you think, but I just reread this paragraph and now realize that I am handicapped.