tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20660622424551398112024-02-18T20:54:26.913-07:00Beautiful FeetRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.comBlogger251125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-91830482182327651482013-01-10T11:40:00.002-07:002013-01-10T11:41:22.241-07:00Picking up Where I Left Off...NOT!I'm not even going to try to make up for the past 6+ months. They're gone forever and I didn't blog about them. Too bad. No guilt. No shame. :)
I am, however, starting back today and will be trying to post more-or-less regularly. I've considered beginning to blog in Spanish here, and may do that someday. Google Translate is a poor substitute for an actual Spanish blog, and I do see more Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-64791350306505117352012-06-03T13:41:00.000-06:002012-06-03T13:42:06.509-06:00A Bird in the HandIn February I acquired a rooster. Although I didn't ask for him, and really could have lived without him, he was quite handsome and the hens seemed to generally appreciate his presence. He only had one small issue:
His clock was broken.
The dumb bird sang beautifully, but he sang any time the mood struck: three in the afternoon, two in the morning, it didn't really matter when.
We Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-82061230786777538552012-05-03T16:50:00.001-06:002012-05-03T16:51:42.160-06:00Elephants and MayhemSo, today I was reading a couple of news articles regarding the violence in Sinaloa. Very little was said in the article about what really happened in the village. Only the villagers know the whole story, and we all know how stories grow and change in the telling, depending on the bias of the storyteller. The facts reported in the news were in agreement with the rumors circulating. It's Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-48922181301610593192012-05-01T15:24:00.000-06:002012-05-21T15:47:34.167-06:00Details, DetailsSo the painting is done and all that's left are the "last details". Anyone who's ever done a remodel knows that those two little words usually mean "you still won't be in your kitchen for a week".
Painting...done.
Finally. We had a lot of help and were able to crank out the second coat in less time than the first.
Kitchen counter frame...built.
In this photo, Doug is still Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-74182550972113098922012-04-28T21:27:00.000-06:002012-05-19T20:43:51.976-06:00The Optomist and the RealistWhen we left home in March to spend a month in the States, we arranged for some friends to stay in the upstairs of our house while another friend did some construction work on the downstairs. It was a bit impulsive on our part, and we knew that Alfredo would need to work hard to finish everything which needed to be done in the time available. A month is just not a lot of time when you're Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-10930366585436953712012-04-21T19:38:00.000-06:002012-04-21T19:38:29.427-06:00The Travelers...againThis is what happens when one fails to post for a couple of months: I log on to write a post, and Blogger has changed EVERYthing, so I have to spend half-an-hour trying to figure out how to post all over again.
Not cool, guys. Just sayin'.
Anyway, I'm still alive. We're home from furlough. God is faithful! :^)
Following are 10 pics from our time in the US in March. You might say Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-51026067511710988642012-02-10T15:51:00.007-07:002012-02-10T19:28:14.191-07:00Feasts and FloodsThe past two weeks have been...intense.Understatement.I can honestly say, though, that during the course of Master's Bible School, I only had two mini-meltdowns, one temper tantrum and one crying fit. I think I did very well, all things considered.To be honest, the event was not more intense than I expected. I even got to bed before midnight most nights, which is different from most youth Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-88664607953539847382012-01-17T12:10:00.004-07:002012-01-17T13:55:13.842-07:00Reflections on a Compost PileCompost is, by definition, gross.According to Wikipedia, compost "is organic matter that has been decomposed and recycled as a fertilizer and soil amendment". It's garbage. Really old garbage.Yesterday my menfolk took off for the day to help prepare to put a roof on the church building in Tecomate, Guasave. Sarah, Evie and I took the opportunity to finish a few "pendientes" (that's the "to do"Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-76205170879395246692012-01-14T14:03:00.003-07:002012-01-14T14:44:37.337-07:00Alive and KickingTo prove that I really haven't fallen off the face of the earth, I am posting today. Hurrah!!!Today is Saturday and it just happens to be the second Saturday of January. Therefore, tonight is youth night at our house. Very exciting. This will be our second youth event since we finished the conference center behind our house. Caleb is downstairs fixing something on his drum and preparing the Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-20832133676613379362011-11-30T20:22:00.001-07:002012-06-22T10:34:50.262-06:00The Mystery of History, Volume 1Finished.
We chose to homeschool almost 20 years ago. I knew when I started that I would have challenges, simply because of who I am. I’m a bit scattered. Really. When I nag Caleb, my text-book ADD child, to focus on what he’s doing, he quips (respectfully) that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Ah, so true.
I’ve tried, over the years, to fix myself, but I finally have just come toRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-25508505454393701522011-11-09T09:12:00.003-07:002011-11-09T09:41:49.472-07:00Autumn - OtoñoFall is really my favorite season. The smells and the feelings, more than the sights and sounds, evoke memories from my childhood -- freshly turned soil, burning leaves, chilly morning air, heavy fog. In Oregon, I savored the turning leaves in red, orange and yellow. Here in Sinaloa, fall brings the vibrant rainbow colors of bougainvillea and the bright green of corn, milo and wheat fields. Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-18246922818776409542011-11-04T15:11:00.007-07:002011-11-04T16:43:46.309-07:00Time Flies Like an Arrow......Fruit flies like a banana.Today marks 4 years of banging my head against a wall blogging. To celebrate, I baked a cake!In years past, I've hosted a "Round TUIT round-up" to commemorate my blogoversary, but this year...I didn't get around to it. Such is life on the beach!We've been building a fellowship center, going on mission trips, planning a Bible school and getting ready for mission teamsRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-32143430929753412012011-11-01T08:38:00.003-07:002011-11-01T09:23:07.765-07:00Life is Back to NormalMy house is loud again! Doug and the boys arrived home from their mission trip to Quimichis, Nayarit, México, last night. They were glad to be home and we were glad to have them home!I think that they grew. Caleb says he doesn't believe that's possible in only 5 days, but I don't know. I was starting to feel tall while they were gone (Andrew and Evie are still a bit shorter than I), but now Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-41292499594744813052011-10-31T08:50:00.005-07:002011-10-31T12:59:32.013-07:00Old Dogs and New Tricks and All ThatWe've been in Mexico now for almost six years. Time has flown! I was just thinking about how much the kids have grown!Funny how Doug and I haven't changed a bit! (Don't laugh.)So in six years, we've experienced 12 "Daylight Savings" changes.And I've missed every single one. Without exception.Why is it so difficult? It really shouldn't be. In Mexico, the time changes on the first Sunday of Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-29371728078832037642011-10-30T16:30:00.003-07:002011-10-30T17:01:14.415-07:00You Know You're a Large Family When...I took a little stroll outside this morning, wandering among my various trees and vines which are doing very well, in spite of me.I admired the bougainvillea, which now has both white and fuchsia blooms -- not sure exactly how it does that. I praised God for my orange tree and my naranjita, which are both finally beginning to grow. I coaxed a few stray tendrils from the extremely happy and Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-11213765657002183142011-10-29T13:45:00.002-06:002011-10-29T13:49:27.200-06:00Winter is Coming and Other Randomness<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4ptRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-77326297252660012732011-10-27T16:25:00.005-06:002011-10-27T17:18:23.539-06:00THE ChocoflanFirst of all, I want to go on the record as saying that I really don't care for flan. At all. It's kind of like watermelon for me. I'll eat it when it's put in front of me and I've been known to say, "Oh, this is a really good watermelon!" Left unsaid, however, is the rest of the sentence, "For a watermelon." That's how I am with flan.Normally.So, when my friend Melita said that she wanted Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-59493746303008070982011-09-23T20:50:00.006-06:002011-09-24T16:11:13.757-06:00Shesa Goin' Home!At the end of our last furlough, in March, we said goodbye to Sarah. Our eldest daughter has been in the U.S. for the past six months. It's been a difficult but wonderful time for everyone. I can't even begin to describe the experience, but I will say that the wonderful did balance the difficult and the difficult even turned out to be wonderful.Caleb, for example, has stepped up and proven Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-42289836620828770692011-09-22T19:24:00.004-06:002011-09-22T21:48:57.061-06:00Yet Another Benefit of the Bi-Lingual LifeI just got back from a little shopping excursion with my mom-in-law in Chico, California. We had a great time -- went to Costco again. I didn't see the Vitamix guy this time, so I managed to keep my longing for over-priced kitchen gadgets in check.Christmas decorations are out. What's up with that???Anyway, we also stopped in at my favorite herb and natural food store -- it's very "Chico": Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-90876756962093241612011-09-12T09:22:00.003-06:002011-09-12T09:48:00.563-06:00On the Road AgainDetermining to post at least once before I get home and find myself, once again, months behind, I hereby post a few pics of our last two weeks of travel.We've passed through Arizona and Southern California and today we leave Grandma and Grandpa's house to head to Oregon. Squeal!!!! I'm a little excited about seeing my daughter again! I just think six months is a long time.The other day, I was Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-66983952164880253412011-09-07T11:36:00.003-06:002011-09-07T11:47:08.892-06:00Family VehicleLa Familia Aguilar Ages ago, I mentioned that the "Family Vehicle" in Mexico was significantly smaller than the family vehicle of the US -- even though family size is the same or larger here. To those of you who didn't believe me: Oh, you doubting souls!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-56571841015463836882011-08-31T17:49:00.003-06:002011-08-31T17:56:47.717-06:00Wordless Wednesday -- Caution Flag
Just so you know: a stick, broom, bucket or lawn chair sitting in the middle of the road here means
"Caution: Street Repair in Progress"
If it wasn't already painfully obvious!
Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-56456855558746458162011-08-31T11:19:00.002-06:002011-08-31T12:06:35.960-06:00This n ThatI got up this morning with great plans to cross everything off my list by noon and be ready for the steady stream of well-wishers which should begin arriving after lunch sometime. It's the culture here: if someone's going on a trip, you stop in to say goodbye the day before they leave. It used to bug me, since I always have a ton of stuff to do the day before a big trip. I like it now. I feel Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-42694829927967774972011-08-27T20:19:00.005-06:002011-08-27T20:34:22.616-06:00I Sometimes Wonder...I've opened the fridge a couple of times today just to admire the whiteness of the interior. Yes, I'm certifiable.
Anyway, I'm working my way through the leftovers and UFOs (Unidentified Frozen Objects) in my freezer. Yesterday's lunch was a rather yummy use for leftover rice which I call "Rice Loaf". We even had a couple of slices left -- which is amazing, considering that I'm feeding 6 Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066062242455139811.post-12514720739438400022011-08-26T18:48:00.003-06:002011-08-26T19:26:19.361-06:00Yucky JobsWhy is cleaning out the fridge such a yucky job?
I mean, really. I store my family's food there. We eat that food. I throw stuff away (usually) before it becomes a science project. (Except for the the stuff that actually IS a science project, such as the snake skins I found on the bottom shelf in a little baggie.) When I spill stuff, I wipe it up.
A HA!!!
Found the problem. I am not the Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069846801490381154noreply@blogger.com2