It's not even 11 am!

I have had a pretty eventful day so far!

First I got up early to go for a run (by early I mean 7 and couldn't get out of bed until 8. I got about halfway through my three mile run when I see 3 little ones from the orphanage waiting for me by the road. I detoured to go see them, since I haven't seen them since I've been back (side note: turns out the pastor that runs the orphanage is a real scum bag. That sucks, so I have been avoiding him since he asked me to buy him a car...) Anyway, I kneel down to say hi to the kids and hear a strange noise from across the field. The church doors fly open and out pours 50+ little nuggets, all running full speed with no shoes to attack. I'm mobbed and "how are you"ed by every little bugger there. Then they notice the ipod strapped to my arm, and all hell breaks loose! I am literally assaulted by 4 year olds trying to change the song, see the pictures, giggling out of control. They all wanted to get their little baby hands on my watch, my hair, my shoes, my nails, but mostly my ipod. I escaped with only minor injuries, life in Kenya is hard :)

Next I finished my run and headed back to campus. I was walking up to the house when Tusker ran up to me with an enormous dead rabbit in his mouth. He has an obsession with showering me with dead gifts (remember the goat leg?). Luckily, he wanted this one all for himself so he ran away before I was able to throw up. Me and some other volunteers came into town, and our taxi got a flat on the way! The driver changed it in under 5 minutes, in long pants and a long button down shirt! I'm not having a COLD Coke and relaxing before I head back to Daraja. My dad arrives this weekend and I'm so excited. The girls ask me EVERY DAY when he gets here.

As my little munchkins said while I ran away "SEEEEE YOUUUUU!!!!"