Saturday, April 28, 2012

Man Post No. 1


This picture looks like something you’d see in a 1980s agriculture campaign.  Jared looks so cool, yes he does.

Anyway, due to recent criticism (from the males in the household), I’ve decided to do a man post.  I’m sure my many male readers (ha!) will appreciate the following stream of pictures.

Nathan had to renew his passport, so a trip to Uruguay (the closest country) was in order earlier this week. 


This was a perfect opportunity for Jared to visit some of the farms and expose Nathan to soybean harvest up north.  They also spent a few early mornings loading cattle & delivering bulls.



The man in the next picture looks highly skilled in Flamenco Dance.


Real Argentine gauchos (cowboys)…


I’m pretty sure Jared was talking to me in this next picture.  He called one morning at 6 AM to check on us.  I wasn’t overly thrilled, let’s be honest - a 6 AM wake-up call was what it was.  (But hey, he worries about his girls, so that’s a good thing, and I like hearing his voice when he’s gone).




They had to stop at a tire shop.  This looks interesting.


Their last day was spent in El Quebracho, a cattle ranch…with goats, too.




The manager at El Quebracho celebrated their arrival with a traditional asado (grilled meat barbecue).


Check-out their hats.  These gauchos equate to fashion.




This wouldn’t be a man post without a final picture of tantalizing pleasure.



Monday, April 23, 2012


The days are gliding by.  Nathan made it back from Buenos Aires.  He keeps things entertaining around here.  I feel lucky to live with my little brother.  I’m not sure if I’ll ever get a chance to live with him again, so I’m trying to relish in his humor for the next few weeks amidst the madness of life.

He’s intense about drinking mate (mah-tay). 


That makes my day.

Yesterday I spoke in church about the importance of self-reliance.  I spent most of the week preparing.  I felt good about my preparations & was ready to just get it done.  I used my great husband as an example of independence.  He’s always been so motivated to be self-reliant on so many levels.  I appreciate this more & more as the years go by. 

I talked about how when we first got engaged, he suggested that we put together a detailed budget for our first few years of marriage.  Little did I realize, this would become a very important part of our marriage.

We call this time our ‘companionship inventory.’  We use to be very religious about this little ritual (every Sunday night), but now we sit down together maybe once a month or so.  I look forward to this time when we evaluate our expenses, plan for our future, & discuss our finances.

I told the congregation that I look forward to this time when we evaluate our expenses, plan for our future, & argue about our finances.  Yep, it was classic.  At least I got a good laugh from the congregation. 

Jared corrected me from the stand.  I now know the difference between the verbs to argue & to discuss.  At least I didn’t tell them that this ‘companionship inventory’ started shortly after we hooked-up & started living together like I did in my first draft. ;)

Last night I talked myself into doing a load of laundry.  I try to avoid running the washer & dryer on Sundays, but Carlie was having a little UTI problem, & suffice it to say, I needed to wash some clothes.

The washer broke down half way through the cycle.  Crumb.  Luckily, my self-reliant husband drained the washer, finished washing all the clothes in the sink, & rung them out before putting them in our dryer…after cussing and showing me the real problem (a little label that said made in Argentina).  He has strong hands my friends, & the dryer still took seven hours to dry the clothes.  I now fully appreciate the spin power of a washer.  Oh my.  Who knows when I’ll have a washer again. 

One day we’ll look back at this & remember all the little things we worked through together.  For now, I’ll keep appreciating these experiences & chalk them up to becoming self-reliant. 

Friday, April 20, 2012


Carlie is catching her big sister, & she’s catching her fast.  I can’t believe it.  People always ask me if they’re twins.  She’s not as tall as AnnMarie, but her little face is maturing for sure.  That darn goose-egg on her forehead from two months ago is still trying to go away. 

A sensitive, mischievous, sweetheart she is.


Carlie’s not the only one growing.  Captain Wolfley is growing; therefore, I’m growing.


I taught in a district workshop last weekend.  Oh boy, that was a little stressful.  Jared snapped a picture of me incognito.  Here’s me trying to successfully teach,  ‘how to successfully teach music in primary.’ 

(Did I confuse you?) 

Spanish may have been rocky, but at least I smiled.


On a completely different note, I’m glad Jared’s home this week.  I’m feeling a little friendless at the moment.  Everyone thinks that because I speak English I must be British, therefore I definitely must drink tea all afternoon all proper-like with my pinky in the up position. 

I was invited to several coffee parties this week alone.  The moms from the girls’ school are very outgoing.  I went to one coffee party on Wednesday which was a semi-success, but I turned down one today (three hour commitments kill me people), & I think she (the mom who invited me) was not happy.  Turns out, the party was suppose to be in “my honor.”  I’m not sure what she meant by that.  Details would’ve been nice before I declined??

The only thing I can figure is that sometimes when I can tell people are watching me speak to my girls, I’ll speak with a British accent just for kicks, but then AnnMarie blows my cover by telling me that I’m talking weird.

Now that I think about it, if I were them, I’d think I was weird, too.  Ha!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Homemade Slingshots

Yes, these are my children 30 minutes before school started the other day.


Hair uncombed, teeth not brushed, making homemade slingshots with Elmo panties…insisting I take a picture of it…you know, just the usual.

Monday, April 9, 2012

I’m Just Sayin’

I’m so glad I got married at the ripe old age of 19.

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When my husband’s out of town, I have a bad habit of going through old pictures.  I don’t know why.  I just do.  Maybe I only do it when I’m pregnant.  Heck, I don’t remember.

I really, really, really want to be skinny again.  This giant-ness I’m experiencing is so. not. fun.  I’ll be going into hiding for the next 12 weeks…looking through old pictures…dreaming of skinniness..blah blah blah.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Temaiken Zoo

On Jared’s birthday, we had planned to go to the Temaiken Zoo in Buenos Aires. 

We almost didn’t go.  It was raining all through the night, & Mr. front desk man at our hotel told us the zoo was closed.  I didn’t believe him, so we went anyway – I have trust issues sometimes.  Besides, it was Jared’s birthday for crying out loud – we couldn’t just turn around and go home.  That would be sad, AND I didn’t get eaten alive by mosquitos through the night for nothing.

When we pulled up, we entered the empty Disneyland-size parking lot and realized it was open.  It was merely sprinkling outside, but we figured we’d get poured on at some point.  We bought some rain ponchos & went for it. 

I’m so glad we did.

Seriously, this is how many cars were in the parking lot.


We’ll always remember having the ‘biggest zoo in South America’ to ourselves.

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We were literally inside the pen with the kangaroos (pictured below in the upper left hand corner).

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A lot of the birds were up-close & personal – a little too close for my comfort level.





There was so much to see – I feel like this little batch of pictures doesn’t do it justice.  We were enjoying the moment too much, I guess.  It was definitely a highlight of our experience here thus far.

Ta-ta for now!