Jenna's back!

When my family first moved to South Africa, in August 2007, we lived with a girl named Jenna for about three months. It was an absolutely splendid time that we got to spend with her, and now she is the only person I will call my sister besides my sister-in-law, Bethany. Anyhow, up until two days ago, I hadn't seen Jenna in two years. My surrogate sister. I hadn't seen her in two years...
Needless to say, I'm ecstatic that she's here. I'm not showing it though, so, shh, don't tell her. I'm looking forward to the next week and a half of driving her absolutely insane and verbally sparring with her on a regular basis, also, I'm pumped that she'll be convincing us to go into Mbekweni, the black community, more often than Paarl East, the colored community. Just to clear something up, the politically correct term for the three people groups in the valley I live in are: people with 100% tribal blood are black, whites are the same as in America, and colored, while politically incorrect in America and horribly offensive, is the acceptable and expected term to call anybody who isn't fully tribal or white.
One negative thing to note on that happened today: I was unable to go to our local hospice and hang out with my great friend Khanyisa.

He is both blind and HIV+ and yet has more spirit than most people I know. Last week he spent the last twenty minutes of our time together reciting Eminem lyrics into his carrot.
Now, I am off to watch season 4 of the Office with my family.
Ruvooguys