I graduated highschool weighing around 165 lbs. By the time I graduated college I was up to 178. On January 1st, 2014, I came in at 192.
As of yesterday, I’m down to 172.
In the past I’ve tried various ways to lose weight. I’m not the world’s most motivated person, and I hate working out. It’s not that it’s painful, it’s just so incredibly boring. “I’m just gonna go run for an hour…. on a machine with a rotating belt… and stare at a wall.” Maybe if Minnesota weren’t a frozen wasteland, and running outside were more of an option, it wouldn’t be so bad. After failing to train for a 5k several times, I decided there had to be an alternative way.
Step 1. Eat Better
Food is delicious. No, seriously. Have you ever eaten and Fogo de Chao? If yes, I don’t need to explain the word “meatgasm” to you. And the Melting Pot? Skip the fondue forks and just give me a ladle. I don’t even care if it results in third degree burns.
The quality of food I normally eat is not exactly “healthy”. A double stacked bacon cheeseburger with a side order of sweet potato fries is mostly on par with a normal dinner. Oh, and don’t forget an appetizer! The starting point for being more health conscious has been making small adjustments to what I eat. Side of fries? Replaced with a side salad. Large soda usually refilled twice? Water. Burger? Well, that stayed. Any time I’ve tried to go 100% with my meal options, they stop being so tasty and I give up.
Step 2. Eat Less
I eat fast. Stupidly fast. On one of the first dates with my now-girlfriend, I finished my entrée before she finished cutting her chicken breast. Maybe that speaks more about her cutting capabilities, but I digress.
My eyes are almost always larger than my stomach, but I also hate leaving an empty plate. Reminding myself that my stomach doesn’t need as much food as I normally order before opening up a menu has helped me to keep my portions smaller. Also to help curb my appetite I’ve also been drinking a lot more water, all throughout the day.
Step 3. Optional Workouts
Working out is great for you, but like I said, I hate it. For the past few weeks I’ve tried to run on the treadmills in our apartment facility. In the past I’ve treated working out as a work/reward system: workout, eat something not necessarily good for me but delicious. The problem with that has been it being a net-0 system.
Losing weight, for the most part, can be simplified down to an easy equation: burn more calories than you consume and you lose weight. Working out burns off more calories, and the reward is now the endorphins that flood my system afterwards.
Step 4. Sweet Sugary Drugs
One of the biggest things that has helped has been a mentality change. I’ve mentally classified sweets and sugary snacks as “drugs”. “Drugs” encompasses anything that tastes delicious, makes me happy, but isn’t good for my body. Beer & ice cream are now on the same plane.
It’s easier to say “no” to something when you can look at it and think, “Yea, that’s delicious, but it’s not good for me.” Do I still eat junk food? Of course I do! Just not as frequent and in as large of quantities as before.
Step 5. Moderate
The important thing has been to moderate everything. If there is an option to take stairs over an elevator, I’ll do it. One beer instead of two. Salad instead of fries. But as my father once told me, “Everything requires moderation, even moderation itself.” My will still isn’t strong enough to always resist snacks, or being lazy for a day. Instead of breaking, I allow myself to bend. A day off from the strict regime is totally fine, and I can get back into the swing of things the next day. I’ve found this is exceptionally helpful in keeping up with things long term.
With these things in mind, I’ve lost 20lbs. While I don’t consider this journey “done”, I’ve been exceptionally happy with the progress. Hopefully be the time summer rolls around I’ll be ready to sport a new swimsuit!
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a travel scare in my life. While attempting to get back to the USA after my time in Haiti, I learned of an inccident involving a crashed airplane on the Port Au Prince airport runway. Thanks to Becky Welter I was able to secure a seat on a flight today, instead of being forced to wait until Thursday to get home. Currently I’m hanging out next to an outlet at my layover in Miami. Below I will be posting a journal from my time outside the country, un-spell-checked, un-changed, and un-edited.
It’s good to be home.
Day 1 – May 21st, 2013
Day 1 and Haiti has begun. I woke up at 3:30am in Minneapolis, enjoying the last moments of an air conditioned bed before showering and heading out the door. Erin kindly brought me to the airport at 4:15am, and I lugged along three heeping suitcases and a backpack. Inside two of the suitcases were a multitude of shoes, shoes recovered from my Papa’s storage unit back in McHenry, IL. Leaving MSP, I had a layover in Miami where I met up with my Aunt Renee and the rest of my family. The first leg of the flight had barely working air, and I was sweating in just a tshirt and shorts. I wasn’t too excited about that, as I wouldn’t be experiencing any cooler weather for the next week.
The layover in Miami was celebrated with some Orange Chicken and fried rice. I did my best to sleep through the second leg of the flight, though that was occasionally interruped by turbulance. I was surprised to see the massive improvements that have occured at the Port Au Price airport. When were last here, it was barely more than concrete walls, a dirt floor, and a conveighor belt to bring suitcases in. This time there was a clean room for baggage pickup, some minimum A/C, and a tiled floor.
Baggage claim: where the choas begins. Men gather around the baggage claim with a smile, and an offer to help you with your luggage. Well, it’s less of an offer, and more of a grabbing at your stuff. They’ll carry it for you, but then beg you for money. Just outside of the airport we were greated by a guy selling rosaries for $1. Almost immediatly after buying one, my dad was told “Actually, it’s $5″. The guy hounded him for another $4 until he just gave the rosary back and took back his dollar.
We loaded up with Loll and one of his helpers. Loll is one of our main correspondants here in Haiti, and lives up in the mountain. He makes the trek down from the mountains in his off road SUV to pick us up from the airport and bring us to the Missionaries of Charity. There we are unloaded with our luggage and we spill into the volunteer house next to the orphanage. The drive here was…. well pretty intense. There are NO rules of the road. Right of way is given to the person who cares the least about getting hit, which is usually the biggest vehicle on the road. Motorcyclists ride with up to 4 passengers. Garbage is strewn about everywhere. And somehow, admist all of this commotion, there resides a wounderful group of nuns taking care of children.
We’re divided amoungst the rooms in the sleeping quarters. On the third floor is a boys’ room, girls’ room, and a room for Debbie and Bob, the regulars. Below us on the second floor and Johnny and Inès, each in their own rooms. I haven’t had much interaction with either of them, but they both seem very nice.
For dinner we gathered in the kitchen to a feast of Mac ‘n Cheese, tuna, wheat thins, apples, and peanut butter. It’s about 10pm at night, and the temperature is a balmy 89F. I’m sweaty, and about to down some sleeping pilss. Goodnight Haiti, I’ll see you in the morning.
Day 2 – May 22nd, 2013
Another swealtering day has passed. Maybe it’s the heat, but I feel far more exhausted today than yesterday. In the morning we took care of some of the orphan children, holding them and rocking them in our arms. Some were energetic enough to play with us, though most just wanted to be held. Noon signified a break for the nuns, and we hopped back over to the volunteer building for some lunch. Now, I love hamburgers as much as the next guy, but it’s hard to enjoy a hot meal when it’s ~90F. Hamburgers, baked beans, and corn off the cob prepared us for the daily nap.
At 3pm we were allowed back over to see the kids, though I accompanied Bob and my dad to the roof of the building to try and diagnose the electrical problem they were having. On top of the roof are 10 large solar panels. Haiti has no shortage of sunlight, and harnessing that solar power to charge batteries is a good idea. There is a battery bank at the ground level on the outside of the building, and large cables run down the walls to charge them. Seeing all of the wiring really made me miss the clean electrical systems we have in the US. Nothing was labeled, and even even worse was that a black wire sometimes meant ‘hot’, and sometimes meant ground.
We worked on it for a while, and eventually Bob suggested we try to draw everything out on a piece of paper to help get our minds around it’s complexity. I went over with a voltmeter and started measuring things here and there, as well as drawing out a schematic. I soon realized that one of the power lines hooked up to the battery banks wasn’t in the right spot. Borrowing some tools, I took it off and placed it in the correct location. We then flipped a few fuses in the circuit breaker and they had power! The nuns seemed quite happy as it hadn’t been working for several weeks.
Immediatly after fixing the electricity it started raining. I stood outside and ejoyed it for a while, as it’s the coldest thing I’ve felt since arriving. For dinner we had potato soup with shredded cheddar cheese. A good meal, but still hot food in hot weather. Olivia, my mom, my dad, and myself played ‘Toss Up ‘, a decently fun dice game that I won.
Since I’ve arrived down here I’ve been trying to put myself in the mindset of a Haitian child, what it must be like to live here, and how these conditions are normal for Haitian life. Roads aren’t paved, water isn’t safe to drink, weather is always hot, and any building with importance or valuables is surrounded by high cement walls with barbed wire on top. Garbage lays out in the streets, as there is no proper waste management system. Put simply, I don’t even think I can begin to imagine what life would be like to live her. Even though the days are long and hot, I still know that on Monday I can jump into an airplane and fly back home to my girlfriend and puppy, and blast the air conditioning and have steady/cheap electricity all day long. I wish I could say I empathize for these kids, but I know I truly can’t.
Day 3 – May 23rd, 2013
Day 3, or as it will be henceforth known, ‘The Best Day’. Today felt like an actual vacation day. Since we were here last year, the nuns have instated a rule that volunteers are not allowed to play with the children on Thursdays. This gives them a day for prayer and time to deal with the children and not have to worry about managing volunteers as well. While today was a good day, last night was the worst I have slept. The rain from yesterday cooled it off before going to bed, but my dad’s snoring was the loudest I have ever heard, and the rooster across the river decided it was time to crow at 3am. I “slept in” until 9am, and then got ready for our trip to a local artists’ shop. I bought a few magnets and metal turtles, and then we drove off with Loll to the “Visa Restaraunt”, which was a restaraunt attached to a nice hotel. They had a nice buffet which included mushroom chicken and beef.
While it was interesting to drive through the city, I find it truly impossible to put into words the conditions that you see people living in. We bought $2.50USD worth of fried plantanes off of a guy on the side of the street, and he said it was his “biggest sale of the day”. It’s hard to imagine his biggest sale of the day being pocket change for us.
Recovering from a bad night of sleep, I took a nap after we got back to the orphanage. I woke up and shortly before dinner it started to rain. Then it started to rain harder. I ran outside and played in the rain along with my mom. We were soon joined by Debbie, Bob, Mary, Olivia, and my dad. We all ran around singing and dancing, enjoying the cool rain to refresh us after a hot day. Some of us, including myself, grabbed some shampoo and washed our hair with clean rainwater. It was a great way to have some fun before cooking up dinner. The Grams also arrived today, and they joined us for dinner. I played some Toss Up with them, and won!
Tomorrow we need to wake up at 6:30 to get ready for a trip up the mountain for food distribution. Hopefully I can get a good night of sleep in order to make it up the mountain and do some good.
Day 4 – Morning of May 24th, 2013
Haiti and I are not on good terms. Whoever is throwing a concert at 6am is a jerk, the rooster across the river needs to be made into chicken soup, and the person dragging steel plates across one another needs to just stop.
Day 5 – Morning of May 25th, 2013
Hard to believe it’s Saturday already. I had my best night of sleep yet as my Aunt Renee gave me some foam ear plugs that expand out after you smush them into your ear. Still more bug bites though.
Yesterday we went up into the mountains with Loll. It is quite the trek to get up there, as it takes an hour and a half when there is no traffic. We made our way through the city, and eventually made our way onto dirt roads that barely qualify as roads. We drove right up to the school and were greeted by the whole town. Students from the school, parents, grandparents, everyone showed up to see what we had brought. (Side note: we just lost power) It was a bittersweet experience, as it was great to be able to give things to these people, people who obviously needed it, but as resources were scarce people seemed to fight one another just to get there hands on a little bit more. We gave away DumDum lollies to the kids, and it quickly became a brawl for obtaining more candy.
Eventually Loll broke in and established order. He told everyone to be nice or they would get nothing. We then distributed some shoes, children’s cloths, and stuffed animals. After that we visited their computer room, where we had donated an additional 10 laptops. The students seemed very excited to have computers, and some even had flash drives with music that they started listening to. Next we brought in some new donkeys, and donated them to families in need. A donkey costs about $250, and it makes a world of difference for a family on the mountain. Normally while parents work on the farm, kids have to travel several miles to get fresh water and bring it back to their home. On the other hand, a single person can lead several donkeys from multiple families to carry back much more water as donkeys are stronger and faster than little kids. The largest impact this makes though is that it frees us a child’s time so they can go to school. With an educated they can break the cycle of poverty that their families are in. I learned a lot about this last year on my first trip to Haiti, so when my mother called me to ask me what I wanted for Christmas that year, I gleefully replied, “A donkey.” I was extremely pleased that year when I received several pairs of underwear and an ornament with a donkey painted on it. “I couldn’t wrap your donkey, so that’s to represent the donkey you’re getting for Haiti”, Mom said.
There are only two hangups with getting donkeys:
1) We have to purchase them from a local donkey breeder, and he can only produce a limited number of donkeys each year.
2) We’re supposed to pick out names, and finding a name that Hatians can pronounce is sometimes harder than you would think.
The first hangup should really be considered a good thing. We’ve bought the maximum number of donkeys available each year because people are so willing to help. This year Mary’s boss at Sage bought two donkeys, named ‘Sage’ and ‘Nick’. When thinking about what to name my donkey, I thought back to my grandfather passing away last December. He was stubborn at times, and liked to carry around a bunch of stuff in his little S10 pickup. As donkeys are typically known for being stubborn and carrying stuff around for their owners, I thought Eugene would be fitting, though I shortened it to ‘Gene’. Six donkeys were donated this year, and the smiles on the faces of the families receiving them were priceless.
If you are interested in donating a donkey, or anything else to a family in DesPinas, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The final event up in the mountains was to donate food. It is often that families in DesPinas are unable to grow enough food to sustain themselves, much less make extra and sell it at a local market. In order to help them, each year Lol gathers donations and we do a food distribution to the local families. Last year we donated rice and beans, but nearing the end a small riot started and we had to shut it down. This year we had pasta noodles and oil for the people, and things went much more smoothly.
After we finished all of our projects for the day, we stopped at Loll’s house before heading back down the mountain. He thanked us with lemon water and crossaints wrappedaround hot dogs. The ride back to Port Au Price took two hours as traffic was getting worse. I learned the reason for the traffic was that all students get out of school at noon on Fridays. We got home around 3pm, and I slept until 5:30pm. Upon waking up, Aunt Renee and I started making spaghetti for dinner. Mary and Olivia kindly helped by making garlic bread. We arranged all of the tables in the breezeway to fit all 11 volunteers. It was a good day, and while there was no rain yesterday afternoon, the temperature was cooler than usual as I fell asleep.
Day 5 – Night of May 25th, 2013
The day has passed and it was one of the “usual”. Holding, playing with, and feeding kids. A few of the orphans went to the zoo today, though I heard it was a goat, some snakes, and not too much else. The rest of the kids got the pleasure of spending the day with us. It was a very tuna filled day, as lunch was tuna on crackers, and dinner was tuna cassarole. Being a fan of tuna I didn’t mind, especially as dinner was prepared by team Gram/Horvathand. After dinner we played Crazy 8s, a few rounds of Hot Potato, and then Keep Up. I don’t know if it’s the heat, the confinement to small spaces, or just enjoying time with my family, but it was a blast. It’s also been cool hearing Bob Welter’s stories from being a motorcycle dealer for Kawasaki.
A number of the kids here are having their first communion tomorrow. There is an open air ‘church’ next door that has a tin roof. Througout the day today it has been getting decorated with flags and colorful streamers hanging from the ceiling. There is a strict dress code enforced however, and as I did not bring pants nor closed toed shoes I will most likely not be attending. Sad to think we only have one full day left. While I miss my life back in Saint Paul, MN, I’ve really enjoyed the time with my family and the rest of the people here.
Tonight should be a good night of sleep. We have electricity and there it is raining, which always helps put me to sleep. With the windows ajar and a few sleeping pills in my stomach, I say, “na weh pita”.
Day 6 – Morning of May 26th, 2013
This morning I was greated to another rock/regae concert from down the river somewhere. It wasn’t necessarily the best way to start the morning, but there is a small breeze flowing through the building today, so I’m grateful for that. After laying down for bed, my dad asked me an interesting question: “Joe, why do you come here?” I immediatly understood the root of his question. My family is extremely religious, especially my parents. Since going to college I’ve started to move further and further away from Christianity and more towards an agnostic faith. Down here in Haiti, the orphanage we work with is run by the Missionaries of Charity, a group of nuns. Religion is a large part of what drives the work done here. What I understood my father’s question to be was, “Joe, if you’ve lost your faith in Jesus, why do you come here to do his work?” For me, being down here has absolutely nothing to do with religion and everything to do with wanting to help other people, plain and simple. Haiti is one of the poorest countries in the Western hemisphere. I don’t come here to earn ‘Good Christian Credits’ to earn my way into Heaven, I come here to take care of orphans, and help those in need, because that’s what we all should do.
That whole conversation made me think of one of the other volunteers here, Katie. Yesterday after dinner we talked about college, those of us who graduated talked about our past experiences, and those in college talked about current experiences. Katie mentioned she wants to be a social worker, and my immediate reaction was, “Why would you want to do that?” Not said aloud, but thought in my head, and after thinking some more it totally makes sense. She wants to help others, for the rest of her life. I enjoy a comfortable desk job, sitting in front of a computer, manipulating bytes, and once a year I come to Haiti for a week to work with those in need. Katie, on the other hand, looks to do that for the rest of her life even if it means making little pay. I find that to be extremely admirable, and I think maybe we all should put some effort into being more like her.
As of this moment, the First Communion Mass is occuring about 40 feet from where I’m sitting. Through a wall and across a short walkway is the open air chapel. Things here aren’t on an exact schedule. Mass was supposed to start at 9am, but as the priest isn’t local and has to travel from far away, mass just starts whenever he gets here. Last year he arrived about 45 minutes after 9am, though today he seemed somewhat on time. While I can’t understand the words of the children singing, they still sound just as great as any English speaking group of kids. It’s interesting though, because the regae concert hasn’t stopped from down the river, so it almost feels like a Battle of the Hatian Bands(tm).
The only thing I wish for is that my family can be happy with my willingness to do good here, and not have it marred by the fact I don’t share their same religious beliefs.
Day 6 – Post Shower Thoughts
It’s hard to describe to people how things are here. The quality of everything here is lower than that in America. For example, take our shower. There is plumbing inside of the walls for the shower, but it was done with poor construction and eventually started leaking. Instead of taking the old system apart and fixing it, they installed a second system with 1/2″ PVC pipes on the exterior of the walls. This has resulted in two knobs, one for the existing system that now does nothing, and one that controls the flow through the new PVC system. There is also just one knob for the water because there is no hot or cold, there is just water, which happens to be whatever temperature the sun has heated it up to. The water is stored in 100 gallon plastic drums on the roof, and is connected to the building via an array of pipes leading down into the rooms. The drums on the roof are filled with water pumped up from sisterns below ground, which just collect runoff rain. Last year there was a fairly large dry spell, which resulted in a few of our water reserves running empty.
The building construction is completely different. As there are no fire stations, nor fire hydrants, and I highly doubt fire extinquishers, fire is a real problem in Haiti. Buildings are constructed almost completely with non-flamable matterials. Cement walls, steal doors, glass windows with metal frames. All of these things contribute to a prison-y feeling when you’re staying inside. Doors do not have knobs, just locks/deadbolts that you need a key to open. There are bars over every window, even the internal ones that lead from a bedroom to a shared hallway. While we were up in the mountains, Loll showed us how a company is Florida is trying to market “American homes” to the people of Haiti. Wood homes with nice siding, wooden front doors, all of the typical things you see in America. He went on to say how he didn’t think they would take off, because American homes do not have a place in Haiti. They burn easily, they are easily broken into, and require far more upkeep then four cement walls and a tin roof. It brings to light the truth that Hatian problems can not always be resolved with American solutions, which I think is sometimes a hard concept to grasp.
Day 6 – The Final Night
A late night in Haiti is anything past 9pm. The heat combined with the ever building exhaustion forces people to fall asleep early. Tonight I attempted to tough it out a little longer than usual in an attempt to enjoy the last night in Haiti. For dinner we cooked up some pizzas that we made with dough, sauce, cheeses, pepperoni, and some mushrooms. After that we baked several kinds of muffins and some brownies. The prolonged usage of the oven caused the kitchen to get really hot, so we hung out in the breezeway to cool down. The Grams joined us for dinner, and afterwards Aunt Renee and I tackled a Sudoku puzzle. Either Sudoku puzzles have gotten harder, or my puzzle solving skills have greatly decreased.
I was hoping tonight would give us time for Keep Up 2: The Squeeky Chair’s Revenge, but as everyone was tired I guess it’ll have to wait until next year. Bob and Debbie have been coming to Haiti, and have been doing this work for over ten years now. They also usually stay for atleast 3 weeks. I have a lot of respect for them, in that after one week I’m very much looking to go home. At the same time, I look forward to coming back and hope to bring a few friends with me next time.
There is another volunteer group that has been working with the Missionaries of Charity at the same time as us, though they are not residing on the grounds here. Instead, they drive in each morning, and go home each evening. They have been doing some other activities as well, including visiting San Fi (the house of the dying), and helping out with a shoe and clothing distribution in Tent City. Tent City earned its name by, if you haven’t guessed it already, being a city where all of the homes are just tents. It is true to the saying “the poorest of the poor”. Several volunteers who worked at the distribution came to the nutrition clinic in the early afternoon and told us of the sadness that occurred. They started distribution around 9am, and in an effort to not encourage hand-outs, people were required to give 5 gots (Hatian coins) in order to gain entry into the distribution center. At the time of writing this, $1 USD is equal to about 42 gots. This means 5 gots is about 12 cents. I guess not long after started distribution, people starting trying to get in for 1 got, or sometimes for free, and following that a riot broke up. No one knows why, maybe people got impatient, maybe they were worried that the shoes and clothing would run out. A Hatian man with nails coming out of a plank of wood started swinging it at other people to move to the front of the line. The mob tried to pull two of the volunteers who were guarding the front doors out into the street. Sadly, they had to shut down the distribution before it was even finished.
It’s a bittersweet feeling to know I am going home tomorrow. I’m excited to be back in my cozy and warm bed with the air conditioning cranked to the maximum amount of snowflakes, to be able to shave with a fresh Feather blade in my razor, and to even just communicate with people via text message. But I’m sad that I will no longer be able to volunteer my time alongside my sisters, my parents, my aunt, my new friends, nor will I be able to pick up and help take care of the children here. It’s common to not know a child’s real name while here, as they either don’t talk, or may speak so incoherently that trying to pick out the word that is their name in a sentence comprised of a foreign language is impossible. Often we will give them names that we make up, or name them after people they remind us of. There is a small girl here who seems to love picking up garbage off the floor, so she was named “Lil’ Gene”, in honor of my Papa. She is always talking and moving around, either babling like babies do, or speaking some very sloppy Creol.
I’m happy to have been reminded of what is important in life. It’s not my car, nor my motorcycle, nor the bar across the street from my apartment, nor my fancy laptop. Family, friendship, laughter, taking care of others. That is what is important, and that is why no matter how hard things may get at times down here, I’m still happy.
Day 7 – The Not-Final Day
It’s 5pm on Monday. I should be in Miami, waiting to board my flight to Minneapolis. Instead, I am just finishing up putting a baby down to sleep at the nutrition center. “But Joe”, you may be wondering, “Why did you not take make your flight to Miami?” Well, that’s because that flight never occured.
Yesterday at 2pm an airplane bound for Brazille started to take off from Port Au Prince. Before finishing take off one of the engines started on fire. The pilot aborted takeoff and turned into the grass. All ~139 travelers were able to make it off the plane safely, but the plane did not fully clear the tarmac. The tail of the airplane is currently sticking out, preventing any other aircraft from being able to take off. All flights since 2pm have been cancelled until tomorrow.
I learned of these events this morning. Inès ran up to me and exclaimed, “You are not leaving today my friend!” I incorrectly assumed she was joking, and simply loved having me around so much that she just wished I would stay longer. Interested in whether is was my charming good looks, my amazing sense of humor, or maybe my washboard abs that had her pining over me, I further enquired with, “Oh, is that so?” “Yes, a plane crashed on the runway.” O_o That ruled out the abs, but atleast I still had a chance with the humor and smile.
It’s definitely a bittersweet feeling. The hardest part about not going home today is that my mind was mentally prepared to be home by 10:30pm tonight. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t care that I was drenched in sweat and slept like crap. I could sleep on the way home, and change into my final clean outfit before departing for the airport. Life was looking good, and I would treat myself to a chocolate shake when I got home. Now that is not the case. My ‘going home’ outfit has become my final clean outfit that needs to last me three more days. As the nearest washing machine is probably in Florida, I brought already worn pairs of underwear and shirts into the shower with me this morning and scrubbed them clean. Currently they hang in the breezeway, providing mild shade in the evening sun.
The reprecussions of being stuck her vary for each of us here. Mary has no additional PTO banked at her new job, so she’ll be taking these next few days unpaid. I myself am allowed to spend PTO before earning it, but this means I will probably have to cancel the second vacation I had planned for this fall. The malaria medication I have requires that I take it 5 days past my return to America, but the amount I have assumed I would only be here for 7 days. I’ll have to make an appointment with the travel clinic to get three more pills, but I’m supposed to fly out on Friday down to Chicago, so I have a 18 hour window from when I land in MSP to when I take off again to get to the clinic. The list goes on with what I need to do, but I’ll stop here.
For now it’s time to eat, and I’m quite hungry. Hor voua.
Day 7 – Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again
“It’s getting hot in here (so hot!), so take off all your cloths.” Wise words Nelly, but sadly I can’t strip naked in the middle of the volunteer house.
Dinner was spaghetti with some noodles we had cooked up a few nights ago, sliced cheesy potatoes with spam, mangos, and a muffin. Personally, I’m starting to get a little sick of mangos. They are naturally sweet, but so much so I find it a little overwhelming. The cheesy potatoes hit the spot, though I’m still craving something cold to eat. Ice cream, a turkey sandwhich, ice cubes, I’d take anything at this point. We have a freezer atop the refridgerator here, though as the power goes out intermittently throughout the day, it’s not often that things get cold enough to freeze.
After dinner everyone gathered out on the balcony of the 3rd floor. The girls talked about weddings coming up this summer, and past travels when studying abroad. The men talked about sports and workman’s comp. laws. For a while I got to talk to the Horvaths about bringing other people next year, things we loved about Haiti, and things we didn’t like as much. We (the Pintozzi’s) have done this at the end of each day, calling it out “Pits and Peaks”. There weren’t many peaks today, as we’re still currently stuck, unable to travel until Thursday.
Yesterday we gave Johnny and Inès most of our food that was leftover from the week. Upon hearing that we were unable to depart today, they brought it back upstairs with a smile on their face, knowing we would probably need some of it. Inès and the Grams/Horvaths are staying on floor two, and Johnny is staying on the first floor. I discovered today that the second floor gets cool enough that Katie sleeps with a sheet over herself so she doesn’t get too cold. I think I can honestly say that for the first time I am jealous of someone else down here. I’d love to be cold not-hot enough to warrant the use of a sheet/blanket.
Currently Dad and Olivia are sitting on the balcony listening to an internet radio stream for the Blackhawks vs Redwings game. It’s the end of the first and it’s tied 1-to-1. I’m rooting for the Hawks more than ever, because Dad says if the Hawks win this game to tie the series 3-to-3, and they play the series final on Wednesday, he’ll consider getting a room at the Visa Hotel down the street to watch the game. They also happen to have free WiFi, air conditioning, beer, and a pool, the only four things I’d care to have right now. There has been a good bit of thunder and lightning for the past two hours, but it’s just been one giant cock tease as no rain has fallen and it’s still 89F out. It’s so hot and humid that I almost appreciate it when someone sneezes on me, because atleast then there is some air moving past my body. I have to wonder through it all how people live like this for their whole life. Sitting with two battery powered fans, a ceiling fan, and a standing floor fan blowing on me and I still feel like I’m melting. Yet, at the same time, millions of people live in this country, some never even knowing what air conditioning is. With each passing day my respect for the people who volunteer here grows. Yes, they give up their time as a donation, but they also take on monetary burdens (plane tickets here are not cheap), they give up the comforts of home, and most don’t even know the language. How some do it for three weeks, others for three months, I’ll probably never know.
We’ve been working with Becky, Bob and Debbie’s daughter, as she is some kind of enterprise travel agent for Mercedes who deals exclusively with American Airlines. Rumor has it that AA will be sending 1-2 additional planes in tomorrow to help get the backlog of people out of the country. She is going to do her best to get us out of here earlier, though I’m not banking on it. My brain is starting to feel scattered. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the fact that all of my plans for the week have been thrown into a total loop, maybe it’s the lack of sleep and beer, but I’m finding it hard to concentrate. I know I’ll wake up sweaty in the morning, uncertain of what the day holds for me. All I can do is hope for the best, and pray I don’t get a terrible case of diherria.
Day 8 (and 9, 10, 11…) – Finally Home
I’m back, I’m finally back. On Tuesday, around 11am, my dad rushed into the room where Olivia, Mary, and Katie were hanging out and exclaimed, “We’re going home today!” We looked puzzled, and I was a little skeptical. We had been told we would be waiting until Thursday, and this was two days sooner.
When we had found out our flight was cancelled, we spent some time talking to our Aunt Patti, giving her our information, and she kindly helped us reschedule our flights. Later we found out that Becky Welter worked as a travel agent, and could possible be our fast track to getting an earlier flight. We called her and begged asked nicely if she could do anything to get us out sooner.
It turns out she could! On Tuesday morning she had called and left my dad a voicemail. His phone was off, so he didn’t receive the message until 11am (when he informed us). We then had a mild panic. Without having a car, we relied on others to get around. A phone call to Loll and he said he would come down the mountain to give us a ride to the airport. Upon arriving to the airport we were greeted with a long line. While waiting in line, the power went out. A true scare if I had ever felt one. Thankfully power came back on shortly after, and everyone got checked in. Walking towards the gate I looked down and saw I hadn’t actually been assigned a seat number. Weird…
I asked the guy at the gate, and he informed me I was flying standby. Oh. Shit. That’s not good, as the rest of the Pintozzi (and Dowe) crew had assigned seats. My parents went up to bat and asked the lady in charge of checking people in what was going on. She said that while I hadn’t been assigned a seat yet, I would for sure be assigned one by the time the plane came in. A few minutes later I heard over the loudspeaker, “Joe-seph Pen-toe-zee, please come to the gate.” I was stunned to be handed a business class plane ticket.
Mary and Olivia appeared quite jealous, but soon they too were called up to the gate. Our whole Pintozzi family was offered complementary upgrades to business class. A shining example of karma if I’ve ever seen one. The flight back was filled with free food and beer, it was fantastic. The only change to my flight pattern was that instead of having a single layover in Miami, I had two, one in Miami and the other in Chicago overnight. A slight curveball, but Brad and Danny were gracious enough to host me for the night. In the morning I took a cab back to O’Hare airport, flew back to Minneapolis/Saint Paul, took the train straight to the office, and got in a half day of work.
I’m still catching up. Not getting home for 2 days after I had planned really made a few things wonky. Thankfully I’m almost back on track and everything is looking great. It was an amazing trip and I hope to be able to go back again next year. I’ve obtained a greater appreciation from what I have in this world, and look forward to enriching the lives of the less fortunate for years to come.
Yesterday around 4pm a power transformer outside of my apartment building blew up. With how many things are electronic in my apartment, it was pretty easy to realize right away. The lights were actually off to begin with since it was still light out, but the thermostat , TV, computer monitors, and server all turned off in an instant.
Luck was on my side though, as earlier in the day I had gone with Luke to Costco and bought a 6 pack of battery-powered LED lights for underneath the kitchen cabinets. For dinner Erin and I had to go out, as the stove is electric. Olive Garden made a tasty choice, and following that Josh and Jes were kind enough to invite us over for some heat and a round of Ticket To Ride. It turned out to be an awesome game and we all had a great time.
Today Erin and I visited the Science Museum of Minnesota. The Body Worlds exhibit was there, and I had never seen it before. It was a ton of fun, and I’m always reminded of how awesome science is each time I visit a museum like that. Hoping to be extra nerdy, we signed up to be members at the museum. Not only did that give us discounts on our tickets, but it also allows us to be a party of the ASTC Passport Program. With that we gain free entry to over 290 museums around the world!! I’m pretty pumped about that, and I hope to stop at a lot more museums over the next twelve months.
We were asked to not take pictures of the Body Worlds exhibit, and aiming to be respectful of that I was unable to get pictures of them. I’d highly recommend it to anyone though, as it was extremely interesting and a great learning experience!
Today marks my 25th year alive on this planet. I’ve successfully not died for a quarter of a century. Normally I wouldn’t think much of it, but with my grandfather passing away at 76 years old, it puts the perception in my mind that a third of my life is over.
While that comes across as quite a negative statement, I couldn’t be more happy with my life so far. I have amazing family and friends, a fantastic job, and have been on plenty of adventures. That said, I hope none of that stops and continues on for the rest of my life. Up until now the only thing I’ve never had is a surprise birthday party. They’ve always seemed like fun, and I’ve been jealous of everyone who gets thrown one.
This weekend that all changed. As I got off work on Friday, I realized I had no plans for my birthday. I made arrangements to get together with a few friends at the Muddy Pig. Everything was fine and dandy until I got home and Erin said she was slightly upset with me. She said it with a smirk, and I was slightly confused. She then informed me that she had planned a surprise birthday party for me, inviting several of my friends, at the same place and time that I had started making plans for. While I was slightly upset with myself for ruining my own birthday plans, it was cool that Erin knew what I liked well enough to plan the same thing that I did.
The plans were made for Saturday night, and Friday night we had a quiet night with a little home made parmesan chicken. Saturday morning Erin made some homemade salsa to go with fresh corn chips.
After giving it a thorough taste-testing, I helped our neighbor/friend Matt pick up a new couch. When we got back, Erin coerced me out of the apartment for a long enough time, and then texted me saying she needed help with a large package that was delivered. I walked downstairs and was greeted by the smiling faces of my best friends from Chicago, Brad, Dan, Catherine, and Carly. That part of my birthday remained a total surprise, and it’s more than I could have asked for.
We spent the night drinking, sharing stories, eating good food, laughing and smiling. It was my first (un)surprise birthday party and it was perfect. Today was spent recovering and relaxing, and feels like the perfect end to an awesome weekend. I couldn’t have asked for anything more, and I owe the great time to Erin and my wonderful friends.
I’ve been doing a lot of traveling for the holidays. This past Saturday we swung up to Milwaukee in order to watch a Marquette basketball game (we won!) and see some friends. While passing through Marquette’s campus I reflected on my 4 years there. The further back I went with my memories, I realized that my college career did not start how I wanted it to.
When I was still in highschool, I was hard set on attending Marquette. Maybe a little too much though, as until my parents forced me to apply to two other schools Marquette was the only university I had submitted an application to. My dad went there, and I had visited my cousin Mike who is three years older than me. I was ready to bleed blue and gold, and I wanted to do it in the dorm best know for it’s freshman engineering floors, Carpenter Tower.
But there was a problem, I couldn’t just choose to live in Carpenter, I had to pick my top three dorm choices and hope I got in. Carpenter was my number one choice, and I’ve honestly forgotten my second two choices, but I know for a fact that McCormick was not any of my choices. Weeks later I received my dorm information, and I ended up in……..
Or as many students like to call it, “The Beer Can”. I was also placed on the ‘diversity floor’, which was definitely an interesting experience. I was, by far, the most un-cool kid on that floor. While I was studying for computer engineering classes, or playing a few rounds of Halo, the rest of the floor was usually busy partying, playing basketball, or playing really loud hip-hop music. Don’t get me wrong, they were all really nice guys and extremely friendly, but we had vastly different hobbies.
There were also a lot of nice girls on the floor above me. It was awkward at first, as I had always had a hard time talking to girls in highschool. I was lucky though, as all of the gals on the 8th floor of McCormick were not only kind and friendly, but were charismatic and easy to talk to. My social skills grew by leaps and bounds that year, and I made friends that I still talk to today.
While I wasn’t unhappy, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be with fellow nerds on the fourth floor of Carpenter. I wanted a geeky roommate with whom I could make jokes like, “I wish I were your derivative so I could lay tangent to your curves.” I had to get my nerd fix whilst at engineering classes in the Olin and Haggerty Engineering buildings on campus. I met a lot of great guys, and they quickly started inviting me back to Carpenter with them to work on homework, projects, and study for tests. There were a few critical moments that changed my life for the better. One of them was when I started hang out with Phil and Shivam, and we collected a huge amount of SoBe bottles. The other was when Matt invited me over to his dorm room, The Cave, to work on some homework. It was there I ran into Jim, who to this day remains one of my best friends.
It wasn’t the first time I ran into Jim though, we had an English class together. It’s hard to describe how he looked in that class. Take an Irish heavy-metal rocker, dress him in all black (including black denim jeans!), add in a dash of college home-less-ness, and remove any possibility or hint of a smile from his face. That was Jim, and he looked like the kind of guy who would stab me in an alley. It probably also didn’t help that I rolled into our first class wearing Heelys. Yes, the shoes that five year old kids wear at the mall and slide around on. And yes, they make them in a size 12 for men.
Upon walking into The Cave and seeing Jim sitting in the corner, smile-less, shrouded in darkness, my first though was, “oh shit, he’s got me trapped now.” Thankfully Jim turned out to be extremely nice, and only had a rough exterior.
I become close enough to a number of the C4 guys (as they were commonly called), they started inviting me to spend the night in their rooms, crashing on a floor or couch. There was a catch though, as Marquette requires all guests to be checked in, For overnight guests you need to fill out a pass, and you are limited to a certain amount per month. The solution to this was simple, I hopped from room to room each night and slept at Carpenter. It happened so often that I was even considered an honorary member of their floor and was invited to their post-college get together.
Being forced to skip from room to room forced me to become friends with a large number of people. All in all I think it turned out for the best. I had experiences I will never forget, I made lifelong friendships, and I obtained social skills that will last me a lifetime. No, college didn’t start out how I wanted it, but looking back, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Hey me, not sure where you’re at. It could be Chicago, it could still be in Minneapolis or Saint Paul. Hopefully things are going well, and I’m expecting you to be making a nice six figures by now. Unless you happen to be running your own business, then I’ll accept a large five. Maybe you need a little reminder where you are at now.
It’s December 27th, 2012. You currently live in Saint Paul, MN, and work at GoKart Labs as a mobile developer. It’s a good life and things are great, you’ve got a Camaro and a Honda Hawk. It’s been a long time since you’ve been outside of North America. At the moment you’re watching Dredd (2012). It’s been a productive day, and you’ve cleared off all but two things on your to-do list, this being one of them.
I’m hoping by now you’ve visited at least 2 new countries, Italy and Australia would make good choices.
15 years – 2027
2027, you’re living in the future!! Do you have a flying car yet? That IS one of your life goals. OK, fine, I’ll settle for a pilot’s license and a time share on a Cessna. By now I’m hoping you have a house. Three kids would be nice too, and one of them better be a boy!!
25 years – 2037
You’re officially double the age that you were when writing this. Congrats! You’ve made it another quarter century. You’re probably living a rich and full life. There should be a few more trips to Haiti under your belt as well. Don’t forget about the people in the world who need help. Sometimes it’s too easy to focus on yourself.
35 years – 2047
You probably don’t even have any hair left. If you do, there isn’t much, just get rid of it. The cue ball look is sexy you know. Heck, you might even have grandkids by now. Be more careful with the risks you take, if any at all. There are people who depend on you, can’t let them down.
So, I guess this is where we’re left off until later. Keep on doing living a good life, make sure to take care of those around you, and never stop having fun.
Erin and I really like to go out and eat, and the Twin Cities have more than plenty of fun places to choose from. It’s nice to have a list of fun places to go, so I’ll be tagging posts with fun places to eat as “TCeats”.
This weekend we had the opportunity to stop by Urban Eatery. I wasn’t expecting much from the name, but was pleasantly surprised by the free valet parking as we arrived. The interior decor was quite fancy, but it still had a sense of fun with chalkboard walls and specials hand written on them. The meal itself was delicious, and most certainly not overpriced. The only thing disappointing was the dessert. I had the hot apple crisp with ice cream, and while it wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t I consider worth getting.
Scattered is simply how my brain feels. Over the past 4 days I’ve been pitched 3 app ideas. I think they all sound cool, but I’ll definitely need to work on focusing on each idea. Two client projects are coming to an end, so that will definitely free up time. Tonight I go to bed with the giant giraffe pillow pet I bought Erin. He’s big and fluffy, and hopefully provides a good night sleep.
If I’ve learned anything from moving in with Erin, it’s that communication is key. It is especially important when it comes to dealings with money, as we don’t have joint accounts but we do split the cost of bills and food. As we have vastly different interests, our “play money” is spent in vastly different ways. Something that’s helped immensely in understanding each other is coming up with our own definitions of a few already defined words. One of those such words (well I guess technically two words) is: “shower curtain”.
The one thing that was hardest to wrap our heads around was the fluff, the extra stuff, the unnecessary. Even before we moved in together, when out shopping we would occasionally ask each other, “why are you buying that?”. Answers of, “because I like it” were always greeted with a “but why?” Never able to formulate an answer that made much sense, I finally settled on, “You know how you have that second shower curtain on the outside of the shower? It does’t actually do anything, all of the water is held back by the white plain one on the inside, but you like the look of the fancier one on the outside, so even though it’s technically unnecessary, you bought it.” And with that it all seemed to make sense. “Why are you putting new brake lights on your motorcycle?” Shower curtain. “Why did you pay more Anniversary package on your car?” Shower curtain. With those two little words I was able to convey my thoughts more clearly than had I used twenty.
There are other -isms and words we use, though none are quite as efficient as “shower curtain”.
With all of the painting I’ve been doing recently, I’ve been reminded of the habits and things I’ve learned from past jobs. Every summer after high school I worked as a painter’s apprentice for my dad. Some people thought it was easy for me to have a job working for my father, but they couldn’t have been further from the truth. I was essentially the everyone’s bitch. Since almost no one had seen me interact with my father, they didn’t know I was related to anyone else in the company, and I was treated the same as any new employee. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t treated poorly, I was just giving the hard “new guy” tasks. For that though, I am appreciative. I have never worked a more physically demanding job, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to complain about the luxury of sitting at a desk job. I learned plenty of useful skills during those summers though, how to paint, tape (mud), clean up work areas, and many other things I will never forget.
That was certainly not the only job I picked up habits from though. Working as a bank teller really changed the way I viewed money, and even handled it. Money in my wallet is always sorted from smallest to largest denomination, and all of the bills are facing the same direction. From working at the Centegra Hospital I learned the proper amount of time to wash your hands is 14 seconds, which is the amount of time it takes to sign Happy Birthday twice. Working at The Dogg Haus taught me plenty about dealing with drunk college students (most of whom were my friends), as well as how sometimes you need to do the work available, instead of waiting around for your “dream job”.
I’ve made many friends throughout the different places I’ve worked, and I’m happy to have had the opportunity to meet all of them. While some of my former jobs may not be relatable to the skill set I show off on my resume, each one has shaped me into the man I am today and been a stepping stone on the path that is my life.
This posting will probably end up having a timeline similar to that of Momento. Today Erin and I took Tucker to his very first puppy training class. While he wasn’t exactly the best trained, everything needs a first step. There was adorable Golden-doodle there, who I’m sure my mother would have loved.
On our way home, we stopped by Izzy’s Ice Cream. It’s a fun little shop that adds an “Izzy scoop” on top of a single or double scoop of ice cream, which is pretty much just a baby scoop. It’s a cute novelty, and gives the shop a unique feel to it. I grabbed an M&M scoop with Pumpkin on top. Delicious!
Over the weekend we started painting our apartment. Not wanting to go with full colors in each room, we decided instead to do accent walls in the office, the bedroom, kitchen, and living room. I think the colors turned out nicely, though it turns out we picked the same colors that theme the Sherwin Williams store.
I’m really happy how the few spots we’ve done (ok, mostly me) have turned out. Erin does a great job at trim work and cleaning up, and I consider that a fair trade since I do the rest.
Last week I finished the final book in the Hunger Games series. They are definitely fantastic books, but I’m not sure how I feel about the ending. It was very….. different than what I was expecting. I’m happy to be getting back into reading books though, it’s a pleasure that I’ve forgone for too long. I have a few more books lined up on my Kindle, and we’ll see how long it takes for me to finish all of them. Since I just watched John Carter today, I found myself wanting to read the books. It turns out Amazon has all 7 books for just 99 cents! Score! Looks like I’ll have bus reading material for the next few months.
There was a one and a half hour gap between that last paragraph and this one. It turns out when migrating my WordPress installation the database got set to read-only mode. Sadly I didn’t realize that and attempted every fix on the sun before discovering the error in my database permissions.
Anyways, back on track, I recently ordered a shavette in order to get into the world of single blade shaving. It definitely provides a close shave, but in a few spots I got a little…. too close.
Apparently I’ll need to work on my technique, but shaving is something I certainly don’t mind putting time into, as I find it to be a quite enjoyable way to start/end the day.
Now I need to start getting ready for the weekend. Erin and I fly back to Chicago on Friday for her cousin’s wedding, but since that isn’t until Saturday I get to spend Friday night with Brad and Danny. Looking forward to seeing them and riding in Brad’s new car!