Dona E. Bowens

Where my Potterheads at? You know how when Dumbledore has too many thoughts in his head, he puts his wand to his temple and pulls out a few of those thoughts. He puts the thoughts into a “pensieve” so that he can analyze them better. Well, this blog is my pensieve. I have so many swirling thoughts in my dome that I’m going to pull a few out right now.

1. I’m going to get 2 summers this year. I don’t know if I’m excited about that considering that it reached nearly 100 degrees in Ohio today. Does Uruguay have decent A/C? Was talking to my friend Julia the other day, she’s on the verge of an adventure herself. Julia’s bouncing off to Paris and Spain on nearly the same day that I bounce to Montevideo. We were trying to decide if there’s anything that is worse in Europe compared to the US. The only thing we came up with was A/C. Air conditioning in Europe is traaaash. If I’m going to have 2 summers in a calendar year, I pray that Uruguay isn’t European when it comes to cooling a bitch down.
2. I have a long list of reasons for getting in the wind. Reasons #1 and #2 switch places depending on my mood. Adventure and politics. Politics and adventure. But also on that list of reasons to scoot are medication commercials. I know I’ve complained about this in the past, but DAMN. Jardiens—however you spell it, that jingle is a horrific earworm. And they make up diseases and the drug to go along with it. “Do you suffer from belly button farts? Well, Navelnix might be for you. Consult your physician.” And you already know about the list of side effects that roll on longer than Aretha Franklin’s funeral. I mute my screen every time a drug commercial comes on. Can’t wait to be rid of that mess.
3. I cannot WAIT to stop thinking about my credit score. Nuff said.
4. DON’T LET ME FORGET TO PACK MY FC BARCELONA FLAG! I cannot wait to get to a local bar, get me a chivito and a quinto and kick back with some fútbol. Nobody down there has heard my Neymar stories. OMG! I’m going to be eating free chivitos for the foreseeable future. Not only that, I have Luis Suarez stories, too. When I met him, I won’t lie, my ovary twitched. The man has that “something about him.” And I say this having just met Messi as well.
5. I can’t wait to speak Spanish again. And my Spanish SUCKS. People believe that because I lived in Spain so long that my Spanish is nearly native. HA! Or as they say in Spanish, JA! I mean, I can carry a conversation for about 30 minutes and then my brain is tapped. But I can’t wait just the same. See, my brain gets bored easily. Living in a country where I’m forced to operate in a second language keeps my brain buzzing in a good way.
6. The Matrix, that famous scene where what’s-his-name is dodging bullets in slow motion. That’s me dodging any naysayers in my life. If you notice that I haven’t responded to your messages in a timely manner, that’s why. I had to put several people on timeout because I don’t be having room for negativity right now. And some of those people in the timeout corner are my own blood. Gotta do what you gotta do.
7. For those of y’all not in timeout, get on Whatsapp. I’ll be making the transition back to the app full-time very shortly. On Whatsapp, I chat with friends on 3 continents and hearing that Whatsapp *PING* gives me a tiny thrill. Thrill me, baby.

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