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Today will be a slight change of tune from my previous blogs. I just feel bad and have to get something off my chest. I have spent a lot of years—too many years, in fact—thinking I hated mangoes. I have recently come to the realization, after actually tasting a mango and finding it not be the evil, disgusting fruit I always blindly assumed it was, that I don’t hate mangoes. I love mangoes.

And so to Mangoes, I would like to issue a formal apology for all of the many hurtful and insensitive things I said about you. I’m sorry that when I was working in Ghana, I refused to pluck you from your mother tree and savor your sweet nectars. I apologize for all of the faces that I’ve made when I have gone with friends to Jamba Juice and they ordered “Mango A-Go-Go.” That was wrong of me. I judged you without knowing you.

I’m sorry that when I worked in the nursery in Ghana, and the kids would pluck mangoes from the orphanage’s tree for me, I would thank them, only to take them home that night and give them to one of my roommates. My roommates saw something in you that I could not—would not—see, and if it takes me my whole life, I will make it up to you.

The truth, I have discovered in the past couple weeks, is that the Mango a Go-Go is really the best Jamba Juice there is. When it comes right down to it, mango trees just might be the tree of life, and if I could bring back all those mangoes that I turned away while I was in Ghana, I would do it. I would eat them all in one sitting if that would make it up to you. So I sit with my Pineapple Peach Mango Dole juice and raise a toast to you, oh Sovereign of Succulence.

Today will be a slight change of tune from my previous blogs. I just feel bad and have to get something off my chest. I have spent a lot of years—too many years, in fact—thinking I hated mangoes. I have recently come to the realization, after actually tasting a mango and finding it not be the evil, disgusting fruit I always blindly assumed it was, that I don’t hate mangoes. I love mangoes.

And so to Mangoes, I would like to issue a formal apology for all of the many hurtful and insensitive things I said about you. I’m sorry that when I was working in Ghana, I refused to pluck you from your mother tree and savor your sweet nectars. I apologize for all of the faces that I’ve made when I have gone with friends to Jamba Juice and they ordered “Mango A-Go-Go.” That was wrong of me. I judged you without knowing you.

I’m sorry that when I worked in the nursery in Ghana, and the kids would pluck mangoes from the orphanage’s tree for me, I would thank them, only to take them home that night and give them to one of my roommates. My roommates saw something in you that I could not—would not—see, and if it takes me my whole life, I will make it up to you.

The truth, I have discovered in the past couple weeks, is that the Mango a Go-Go is really the best Jamba Juice there is. When it comes right down to it, mango trees just might be the tree of life, and if I could bring back all those mangoes that I turned away while I was in Ghana, I would do it. I would eat them all in one sitting if that would make it up to you. So I sit with my Pineapple Peach Mango Dole juice and raise a toast to you, oh Sovereign of Succulence.

I will be the first to admit that I have sorely abandoned this blog the past couple weeks. I don’t know what my stinking problem is because I don’t even have the excuse that life has gotten in the way and I’ve been so busy doing other things that I haven’t had time to waste blogging. The truth is, life is slower now than it has been for a long time. In the past week I have read the final Harry Potter book (beware of those last two chapters, they are not for major cry babies, such as myself), as well as the “Twilight” series by Stephanie Meyer that has been sweeping the nation recently. I’m not sure how many pages that is but I’m pretty sure it’s over 2500 pages, which means I’m either a total loser or… well, I guess it couldn’t mean much else. Too bad.

Since I have nothing to write about, I guess I’m just going to type and see what comes out. Last night some of “the girls” came over and we sat around and talked and then watched a movie. I should say everyone else watched a movie while I finished the third (and final) book in my series. Overall, we had a good time catching up on things and I think we are all in mutual agreement that we all need to hold ourselves to our original agreement we made over a year ago, which is that we would do this on a monthly basis.

In other news, we are still slacking in the kids department. Meaning we have no kids and no news to share about when we will have kids. So stop asking or I’ll give you a lecture similar to the one the last person got that asked me about it. Without going into exactly what was said, let’s just say that nosy person got a little more information than they bargained for. I wouldn’t say I’m necessarily rude about it. I have also been guilty of asking friends and some of my family members about their parental status but I feel justified that these are people I know and I’m not asking because I’m simply curious. I’m asking because I want to ensure they don’t have a baby before I do. Just kidding, I think. Was anybody offended by that? No? Okay, then I’m definitely not kidding.

I am still working at ICON, going about my usual business of fetching lunches and Mountain Dews. I’m not sure whether or not my actual job description makes any mention of sitting around and typing mindlessly in my blog. It’s been a while and the details are fuzzy, but I like to think it does anyway. I challenge somebody–anybody–to find me something better to do. I will do it gladly. Just as soon as I finish this paragraph.

Oh, and of course we still live out in the country. We’ve lived here for two weeks and I have acclimated to the country quite nicely. This dude I once knew and I often go fishing and I particularly enjoy seeing beavers in the river, a creature which I had honestly and truly never seen in real life up until a couple weeks ago. I thought it was the most awesome thing ever when Mr. Beaver slapped his tail on the water to scare potential predators away and sat and watched him for about an hour.

At any rate, this blog only wasted about fifteen minutes of my time. I’m just going to have to think of some other ways to kill the next four and a half hours before I can go home and worship our neighbor beaver again…

I will be the first to admit that I have sorely abandoned this blog the past couple weeks. I don’t know what my stinking problem is because I don’t even have the excuse that life has gotten in the way and I’ve been so busy doing other things that I haven’t had time to waste blogging. The truth is, life is slower now than it has been for a long time. In the past week I have read the final Harry Potter book (beware of those last two chapters, they are not for major cry babies, such as myself), as well as the “Twilight” series by Stephanie Meyer that has been sweeping the nation recently. I’m not sure how many pages that is but I’m pretty sure it’s over 2500 pages, which means I’m either a total loser or… well, I guess it couldn’t mean much else. Too bad.

Since I have nothing to write about, I guess I’m just going to type and see what comes out. Last night some of “the girls” came over and we sat around and talked and then watched a movie. I should say everyone else watched a movie while I finished the third (and final) book in my series. Overall, we had a good time catching up on things and I think we are all in mutual agreement that we all need to hold ourselves to our original agreement we made over a year ago, which is that we would do this on a monthly basis.

In other news, we are still slacking in the kids department. Meaning we have no kids and no news to share about when we will have kids. So stop asking or I’ll give you a lecture similar to the one the last person got that asked me about it. Without going into exactly what was said, let’s just say that nosy person got a little more information than they bargained for. I wouldn’t say I’m necessarily rude about it. I have also been guilty of asking friends and some of my family members about their parental status but I feel justified that these are people I know and I’m not asking because I’m simply curious. I’m asking because I want to ensure they don’t have a baby before I do. Just kidding, I think. Was anybody offended by that? No? Okay, then I’m definitely not kidding.

I am still working at ICON, going about my usual business of fetching lunches and Mountain Dews. I’m not sure whether or not my actual job description makes any mention of sitting around and typing mindlessly in my blog. It’s been a while and the details are fuzzy, but I like to think it does anyway. I challenge somebody–anybody–to find me something better to do. I will do it gladly. Just as soon as I finish this paragraph.

No takers? Alright, well, what else have I been up to with my time? Oh, I have acclimated to the country quite nicely. I particularly enjoy seeing beavers in the river, a creature which I had honestly and truly never seen in real life up until a couple weeks ago. I thought it was the most awesome thing ever when Mr. Beaver slapped his tail on the water to scare potential predators away and sat and watched him for about an hour.

At any rate, this blog only wasted about fifteen minutes of my time. I’m just going to have to think of some other ways to kill the next four and a half hours before I can go home and worship our neighbor beaver again…