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So if anyone had any doubt in their mind as to how much estrogen was running through my blood, I’ll quietly remind you by admitting the last 2 books I’ve read are EAT, PRAY, LOVE and a Jodi Picoult; Picture Perfect.

I LOVED THEM BOTH!!! They’re like chick flicks, but in book form.

I’d like to take this time to give a warm round of applause to Jodi. I don’t care how ridiculously girly and sappy her novels are. This being my 2nd, she touched my heart once again. And she’ll touch yours.

So if by any chance Jodi Picoult & Liz Gilbert are reading this obnoxious blog… Liz, get over yourself: ANYONE can go “find them self” on a prepaid vacation and fall in love with a rich chubby over the hill sugar daddy just to write a book. ANYONE.

Jodi- keep on rockin my world. I don’t care how chick flickly, sassy, not meaningful but wildly entertaining your books are, I love you. Keep them coming. You put Anita Shreve to shame.

(hint to those of you who still owe me a care package: Kaitlin loves Jodi Picoult! You have till October)

In my own defense, in the past 18 months here in Panama I’ve also read WATCHMEN, Phillipa Gregory, Paulo Coelho, Hunter S. Thompson, Tom Robbins, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, some sci-fi, and some non-fiction…aka, not all fluff.

I also got a cat. His name is Nacho.

Nacho has been earning his keep. He stays up all night eating cockroaches. The crunching sound of his late night snacks only wake me when he tackles a really big one, like over 2 inches. Then he sneaks under the mosquito net to bed to cuddle. He loves to sit in my lap while I’m reading in my hammock. He has been staying flea-free, AMAZINGLY, but also due to the lice shampoo PC graciously gives us dirty volunteers from the Med department.

The other day he did poop on top of one of my ceiling beams. I could smell it, but not located the said poop for a good 4 hours. Finally, I climbed up to the loft to find the little devil and clean it with Clorox. Nacho was not allowed to sleep inside that night. Bad kitty.

He is the perfect color orange. I tell the women of my village that I named him Nacho because he is the color of cheese.

I have also started a group of Muchachas Guias….or in English “Leading Ladies”…aka…Girl Scouts! Since it’s summer vacation here in Panama and they have nothing to do otherwise but be a nuisance to their parents, so I let them come over every other day at 3pm for 2 hours. We color, we sing, we learn bits’o’English, and we dance. Currently, they are learning “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga, just like the video. I might need to tone the choreography down a bit since one of the moms stopped letting her daughter come over.

The rest of us think it’s cute.