two mendozas
Hey Jeanette look what I found.
Two Mendozas! I'm more fond of the second one though. For three years and running Mendoza's been there for me through thick and thin, so this is my official internet shout-out to the best Mexifriend any Crackerjap could ever ask for.
Labels: mexifriend
せきすい すし
一昨日 おばあちゃん と かちゃん と ヘイリー は すし 昼食 え いきました. For the tanjoubi.
It's always fun hanging out with Bachan. Thankfully, she's in good health and great spirits. Please keep praying that she would continue to enjoy perfect health and have enough energy to make our upcoming trip back to the homelands.
かわいい ママ。 しんぱい して いる ですか？
And yes I know my 日本じん is heinous. butt my inglesh i'snt inny beeter
Labels: family, sushi
how to wear saree
PS - that amazing white shirt I'm wearing in the previous post? Mendoza bought it for me in India. Homegirl's got style.
So while I was going through my Indian clothes and the punjabis, I found two sarees with a top and the petticoate. Well, you can't just stumble across a saree without trying to put it on. Last I remember, getting that saree on in Thiruvalla was more complicated than brain surgery. I tried to do it by myself and it was a wretched disaster.
Found this gem to help me out:
HOW TO WEAR SAREE
Labels: india
indian b'day dinner
I have good friends in Birmingham who take care of me. Katie and the Three Slattons took me out to Indian food.
Me and my dorky little brother, Seth.
We actually met four years ago on a Mexico missions trip, and I've since felt the wrath. Seth actually just got back from teaching English in Azurbaijan and is looking into becoming a part of YWAM, which sounds a lot more exciting than eatin dirt at construction sites.
Katie made me this cake. Off the hook.
Got pwnd by my big bro, Stephen.
Stephen just got back from Egypt and Turkey, which is exciting because he's had a heart for Muslims since I've known him. He's since been my cohort in Eastern Asia missions, and a huge blessing. Their sister Sarah just finished 24/7 at Church of the Highlands and is pursuing a career in cosmotology. I remember sharing a tent with her at a retreat many moons ago and laughing my butt off all night, that grl be funny.
Seth gave me a piece of gum and a card.
The inevitable souvenir from good Indian food = a raging case of curry fingers.
Katie and I went to Barnes & Noble for a spell to read. It's been really cool watching her to grow in knowledge about her faith. Although she's going to UAB, her heart is really to go to Bible college to learn more about what she believes. But the things you can't learn in school, like love and wisdom, she already has!
Anyway, I had such a fun night. Those four really know how to make ol' "slanty eyes" feel special. By keeping these guys in your prayers, you'll be liftin up some world changers.
Labels: birthday, food, friends, india
bowling
The other day we took the kiddos bowling in their socks.
My three snaggletooths.
That's Hunter, and
that's a coacoa pebble.
Labels: bowling, kids
God's little people
I would like to take this time to tell on my children.
Today I made them Native American Indian names. Pretty much I told them to pick an "ing" verb, and then their favorite animal. I think the most absurd names ended up being Flying Dog, Impersonating Pony, and my personal favorite, Spinning Goat. It's just the mental picture...
I have this one boy, Aaron...help me out here. I mean, does "If you're done eating that sandwich throw it away" imply that I wanted him to toss his ham and turkey medley under a chair? Maybe it was the fact that the chocolate cake smear on the floor matched the one across his cheek, yet he still denied ownership of that chocolate cake. Maybe it's his inability to use a broom to sweep up his gummy lego bites and orange cheeto powder.
Or maybe it's that I have to call Hope's name a minimum of four times to get her attention, even if she is two feet away and looking at me. It could be Evan, whose voice has same pitch and decible-count of a smoke alarm. Or maybe it's Jamarius, the height of laziness, who will complain bitterly if your request requires any movement that exceeds eyeball shifting.
How could I demand such back-breaking work from these poor children? Depriving a kid from sixty seconds of dinosaur time to make them pick up the chewed up lunchable leftovers and dirty underwear that some poor leader would've otherwise picked up with their bare exposed hands...what injustice. I mean come on!! You can't be that hopelessly pea-brained, even if you are in elementary school.
But. And it's a big but. I still manage to like these stinkers. I might even venture to say that sometimes I really really like them....
OKAY, I love them. They drive me crazy! But they are God's little people. I just had to pick on them, because they pick on me. And jump on me. And assault me with their sticky little ring-worm infested hands. But they're cute. But they drive me crazy. But I love them.
Labels: kids
studious
Had to take a 緑茶 green tea break in the middle of Church History. Came back and Tubby was doing my homework for me. Thanks cat! You're the only furball for me.
Justin Alfred's doing the correspondence recordings for Church History. He really knows his stuff. Maybe it's because he went to Mississippi State, the same college my parents graduated from. Go Dawgz.
Finally got my glasses (hurrah!). The last ones busted last semester when I took that lil spill at Brad's birthday party. These new ones are great. They trick people into thinking I'm studious.
Labels: cat, faces, studies
