Dear blog fan/follower,
I know who you are.
For the past four years, you have been the one loyal reader of this blog. You've laughed at my corny jokes. You've scoffed at my blanket stereotypes. You've watched my daughters' Youtube videos. You've stared for hours at my family pics. You've become strangely intrigued with my boring life.
First, let me say, I'm sorry I haven't written more. No. I haven't been incarcerated (yet). No. My awesome typing fingers are not severed from my awesome typing hands. No. I have not been completely disconnected from the internet. (the local ISP is amazingly jacked up)
As you may have surmised, my tenure in American Samoa is coming to an end.
I'd like to spend the next several sentences explaining my amazing new job. (insert dramatic pause here) But I can't. Because there is no such job. I'm still working on that.
Please Mr. or Mrs. Fan... I hope you can find a new hobby to fill the void created by my lack of blogging. Perhaps games of Solitaire could help. I hear, in the civilized world, they have fancy new phones with solitaire built into the phone's software. (Insert multi-syllabic "Oooooh" here.) But, that's just rumor. I'll report more when I see with my own eyes this new-fangled gadgetry.
Whatever you do, please don't consider this a personal attack on you. The last thing I need is an obsessed fan imprisoning me in a shack in the snowy hillside, breaking my legs, and forcing me to type on a typewriter. Please, take my word... I can't use a typewriter to type... but I am adept at using it as a weapon. ("Misery" subplot insertion for those who didn't catch that.)
Thank you for being the silent friend. You have no idea the therapy you provided. IF I stop blogging, you should know, No brick wall will ever replace you.
We'll always haveParis AmSam.
'nuff said.
I know who you are.
For the past four years, you have been the one loyal reader of this blog. You've laughed at my corny jokes. You've scoffed at my blanket stereotypes. You've watched my daughters' Youtube videos. You've stared for hours at my family pics. You've become strangely intrigued with my boring life.
First, let me say, I'm sorry I haven't written more. No. I haven't been incarcerated (yet). No. My awesome typing fingers are not severed from my awesome typing hands. No. I have not been completely disconnected from the internet. (the local ISP is amazingly jacked up)
As you may have surmised, my tenure in American Samoa is coming to an end.
I'd like to spend the next several sentences explaining my amazing new job. (insert dramatic pause here) But I can't. Because there is no such job. I'm still working on that.
Please Mr. or Mrs. Fan... I hope you can find a new hobby to fill the void created by my lack of blogging. Perhaps games of Solitaire could help. I hear, in the civilized world, they have fancy new phones with solitaire built into the phone's software. (Insert multi-syllabic "Oooooh" here.) But, that's just rumor. I'll report more when I see with my own eyes this new-fangled gadgetry.
Whatever you do, please don't consider this a personal attack on you. The last thing I need is an obsessed fan imprisoning me in a shack in the snowy hillside, breaking my legs, and forcing me to type on a typewriter. Please, take my word... I can't use a typewriter to type... but I am adept at using it as a weapon. ("Misery" subplot insertion for those who didn't catch that.)
Thank you for being the silent friend. You have no idea the therapy you provided. IF I stop blogging, you should know, No brick wall will ever replace you.
We'll always have
'nuff said.
Well, I dont think you are talking about me, (I am Dave Reed's Mom), But I do love the stories and the pics. I think you are great people. And I do read your blog all the time. I have had many a laugh, and a few tears too. If you stop I will miss you, but I know you and your family will move on to bigger an d better things!
Mary Reed Dudley
I check the blog from time to time. I can keep up pretty good with you guys on Facebook too. Hope all is good with yall. Jessica
Well, I hope you keep writing no matter where you are. If you can avoid litigation and assassination (character or otherwise)I believe you will have some wry and witty comments about life and your surroundings no matter where you are. All the best as you look for another job.
Hello! (That's Minnesotan for "Talofa!")
I stumbled on your blog quite a while ago and have enjoyed visiting because of the memories it brings to mind. 41 years ago my parents moved us to American Samoa (I was 8 when we got there) and I have never gotten over the place. My only advice to you: Take as much of it with you as you can when you leave. Shells, baskets, ulas, tikis, lava-lavas, any Samoan craft work, and even coconuts. (I have two still-in-the-husk Samoan coconuts -- I think they're petrified now!) Your kids will never forget this experience and I guarantee you when they are older they will want as many tangible pieces of Samoa as they can have. I wish you and your family all the best as your Samoan adventure comes to an end. Tofa soifua!
awww, I'm miss coming to visit you every now and then to get my dose of the Murphys and the dramas that is Amerikana Samoa..lol..(and you don't even know me hah!). Thanks for the distractions,
Another silent fan!!!!
thanks for all the kind comments.
I hope tales of the Murphy clan will still be shared, no matter where you roam.
Congrats and condolences are in order. Leaving the slow, leisurely life and Samu Ice Cream on the one hand... driving cars that work, no-mold, and tame animals on the other... it's a toss-up. I'll miss the AmSam blog posts.