<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:07:30.156-07:00</updated><category term='bananas'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='respect'/><category term='rosita'/><category term='juice'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='grapefruit'/><category term='jugo'/><category term='Psalm'/><category term='weakness'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='love'/><category term='pineapple'/><category term='public speaking'/><category term='visa'/><category term='atun'/><title type='text'>Tales from a "Missionary's" Wife</title><subtitle type='html'>my life as a missionary serving with my husband and family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-7387877831215094698</id><published>2009-04-08T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:11:18.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm'/><title type='text'>public speaking</title><content type='html'>Today I had to speak in a group of about 6 ladies. You may think what is the big deal. Usually it is not big deal, but when you have to speak in another language and your capacity to talk in that language is that of about a three year old it is very intimating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good and this is part of the sacrifice to serve here. Today I am praying for contentment in my weakness. I feel all of my trophies have been stripped and my flesh does not like the humility. I feel like a child, very humbling and painful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in my head it will take a lot of time, but when you are a very impatient person it is hard to wait. LORD HELP ME TO HOLD OUT! I need alway to be conscience of Him in all I do. So hard second to second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 16:8 I will set the Lord alway before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-7387877831215094698?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7387877831215094698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=7387877831215094698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7387877831215094698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7387877831215094698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-speaking.html' title='public speaking'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-4774472374974282171</id><published>2009-04-06T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:52:51.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Kids Visas (Carnets)</title><content type='html'>Happy Day on friday. It has been over a year and two trips out of the country, but now we all have our visas for residency in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!!!!!! Thank you Kike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for all of your prayers over this last year. We could not of done it withhout you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-4774472374974282171?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4774472374974282171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=4774472374974282171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4774472374974282171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4774472374974282171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-visas-carnets.html' title='Kids Visas (Carnets)'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-2024239412052392987</id><published>2009-04-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:54:10.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pineapple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jugo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grapefruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bananas'/><title type='text'>juice</title><content type='html'>As I am trying to find things to love and respect about the culture and praying for God to open my eyes. One thing I love is all of the fresh juices here. Everywhere you go you can have fresh juice made for you. The other day in a resturant I had one made of passion fruit yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been experimenting and making a few of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and made one of pomograte, seeds and all. It is so easy to make, you just sqweeze in a cup. Love it. This juice is probably my favorite. Which reminds me I forgot to buy some more today while I was at the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made one with a fruit called atun (which I have never heard of in the states), grapefruit, bananas and pineapple it was so much better than I thought it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe for my (let see what is a good name for it): Jugo de rosita (It is very pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel 1 atun (the red kind) and cut into cubes. &lt;br /&gt;Put in the blender with the juice of 2 grapefruits and 2 cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;Blend until combined, pour through a strainer to remove the seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour back into the blender with 1 peeled banana and 1 cup of pineapple. &lt;br /&gt;Blend until smooth. Serves about 3 12oz servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-2024239412052392987?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2024239412052392987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=2024239412052392987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/2024239412052392987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/2024239412052392987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/juice.html' title='juice'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-1652532595795474367</id><published>2009-04-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:58:18.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Pat's Day Recipes</title><content type='html'>Here are the recipes from our St. Pat's Day. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corned Beef, Cabbage, And Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corned Beef &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One 4 lb. brisket of beef (I used roasted beef)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. paprika&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. saltpeter (optional, can be found in pharmacies)(I never found it)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup warm water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and remove most of the fat from the brisket. Mix together all the spices and the garlic and rub well into the brisket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve the saltpeter in the warm water and pour over the meat. Place in a large, nonmetal container. Weight the meat down with a stone or brick and cover it with plastic wrap or aluminum foil. (You can also place the ingredients in a plastic bag and weight it down.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate for 10 days to 2 weeks. Turn the meat every 2 to 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking the Corned beef and cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1 (3-pound) corned beef brisket (uncooked), in brine &lt;br /&gt;16 cups cold water &lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons black peppercorns &lt;br /&gt;4 whole allspice berries &lt;br /&gt;2 whole cloves &lt;br /&gt;1/2 large head green cabbage (about 2 pounds), cut into 8 thick wedges &lt;br /&gt;8 small new potatoes (about 1 1/4 pounds), halved &lt;br /&gt;Freshly ground black pepper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 300 degrees F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the corned beef in a colander in the sink and rinse well under cold running water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the corned beef in a large Dutch oven with a tight-fitting lid; add the water, bay leaves, peppercorns, allspice, and cloves. Bring to a boil, uncovered, and skim off any scum that rises to the surface. Cover and transfer pan to the oven, and braise until very tender, about 3 hours and 45 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer the corned beef to a cutting board and cover tightly with foil to keep warm. Add the cabbage and potatoes to the cooking liquid and bring to a boil. Lower the heat and simmer until the vegetables are tender, about 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a slotted spoon, transfer the cabbage to a large platter. Slice the corned beef across the grain of the meat into thin slices. Lay the slices over the cabbage and surround it with the potatoes. Ladle some of the hot cooking liquid over the corned beef and season with pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish Soda Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix in small bowl and let foam:&lt;br /&gt;    1T active dry yeast&lt;br /&gt;    1t sugar&lt;br /&gt;    1cup warm milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix in large bowl: &lt;br /&gt;    2cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;    1cup wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;    1cup oats&lt;br /&gt;    2/3cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;    1/2t cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;    1/4t nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;    1/2t salt&lt;br /&gt;Cut in:&lt;br /&gt;    yeast mixture&lt;br /&gt;    1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir until batter is stiff but elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold in:&lt;br /&gt;    1cup dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knead gently on floured board, adding more flour if necessary. Place in greased bowl, turning greased side up. Cover with cloth and leave in warm place several hours until dough is doubled in bulk. Punch down. Divide into 2 portions. Shape into round loaves, place on large greased baking sheet or in 2 round pans. Cover again and let rise about 30 minutes. Bake 40-50 minutes in preheated 350 degree oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaze top with:&lt;br /&gt;    1T sugar dissolved in 2T boiling water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to hot oven 3 minutes. Cool on wire rack. Slice and serve with butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-1652532595795474367?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1652532595795474367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=1652532595795474367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1652532595795474367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1652532595795474367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-pats-day-recipes.html' title='St. Pat&apos;s Day Recipes'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-9020296399539165298</id><published>2009-04-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:02:30.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not written in a while. I guess the culture shock took over. I am still in the middle of it, but each day pray to love and respect people here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the grocery store, today seemed like a good culture day, but then the cashier asked me a question, I really could not hear her. She and the guy behind me began to giggle. It totally tick me off, I smiled and began to talk to them in english. Asking them how their english was and could they understand mr, it was an awkward moment. I wish I would not let things like that bother me so much. I know it's my pride, I need to let things like that go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me and my anger, it is not how I want to be defined. I pray that I would know my identity is in Jesus and I don't need to self protect. I am realizing that all my filter of defense have been strip away, it is a very hard place to be in, but a very good one. I can go to the throne of grace and have him fill me with his love and forgiveness. It is a place I would not choose but am grateful to be at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-9020296399539165298?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/9020296399539165298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=9020296399539165298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/9020296399539165298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/9020296399539165298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ya.html' title='ya'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-8970155392670237414</id><published>2008-10-12T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:19:04.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crockpot Day</title><content type='html'>Today I made my first meal in my new crockpot. This may seem petty, but when you are not able to obtain something that is in every house in the states, you appreciate it so much. I made a cuban dish "ropa vieje". It was so good. Thanks to my dear friends a CPC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-8970155392670237414?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8970155392670237414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=8970155392670237414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/8970155392670237414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/8970155392670237414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/crockpot-day.html' title='Crockpot Day'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-7894281888470786343</id><published>2008-10-04T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:04:27.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padres de Jim</title><content type='html'>The kids were so cute to see Grandma and Grandpa Ward in Lima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grandma peeked her head in the door window of Chloe's class, Chloe bellowed out "Mr. Pardine their is my Grandma". They got to meet many of the kids friends and teachers and were given a tour by Eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went out for yummy Italian-Peruvian ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a treat to have them here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-7894281888470786343?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7894281888470786343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=7894281888470786343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7894281888470786343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7894281888470786343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/padres-de-jim.html' title='Padres de Jim'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-5379429332088197389</id><published>2008-10-04T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:58:29.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cpc</title><content type='html'>we had a great time with the team from cpc. It was so great to have folks from my hometown with me in Lima. I hope all of the wifes liked their gifts. I am still waiting for my driving gloves. And I am still looking for a manual on how to roll up windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace to you all and many thanks for everything, Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-5379429332088197389?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5379429332088197389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=5379429332088197389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5379429332088197389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5379429332088197389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/cpc.html' title='cpc'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-3761993219467256296</id><published>2008-08-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:24:27.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. We had people over for breakfast, kids cleaned their rooms and did their homework, made brownies, went shopping, took Karen to youth group, watched "Night at the Museum", was loved on by my kitten,  and talked with my good friend on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all who have been praying for me. I feel your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-3761993219467256296?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3761993219467256296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=3761993219467256296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/3761993219467256296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/3761993219467256296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-2097229415655791662</id><published>2008-07-31T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:56:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>culture shock 201</title><content type='html'>I have entered  a new faze of culture shock. I have feel like all I look at is the negative. No one can do anything right. Which in reality is not true, but I think I am really starting to miss home. Today I told my husband I wanted to move home. I think I freaked him out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing about a missionary who has been in Peru for over forty years, that his first eight years just about everyday he wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have seven years and 7 months to go before I can really turn it in or until the Lord makes it really clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for my heart to love Peruvians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-2097229415655791662?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2097229415655791662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=2097229415655791662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/2097229415655791662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/2097229415655791662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/07/culture-shock-201.html' title='culture shock 201'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-9210290977424713383</id><published>2008-07-31T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:49:38.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;kitten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;in the world. we named him Finnegan, Finn for short. He is a tan and black tabby. So sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-9210290977424713383?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/9210290977424713383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=9210290977424713383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/9210290977424713383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/9210290977424713383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat.html' title='cat'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-417620557342165788</id><published>2008-06-16T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:30:37.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House III</title><content type='html'>We have been the house a little over a week and beginning to feel the differences between the cultures. Time is a very fluid concept. When and what I think about things getting done around the house are very different from others.&lt;br /&gt;    Patience seems to be my lesson for life and a word I can now pronouce in Spanish. It is beginning to be a bad word for me.&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway they said, they would start on the kitchen a week and a half ago, but instead they have been stripping the front outside doors. Today they fixed the wall in Chloe's closet that I didn't even notice needed to be fixed and put up some quarter round in the dinner room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!   Not having a kitchen with a family of five is urban camping in the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good , all the time, even Peruvian time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-417620557342165788?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/417620557342165788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=417620557342165788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/417620557342165788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/417620557342165788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-iii.html' title='House III'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-1135141564386270077</id><published>2008-06-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:21:35.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House II</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we finally got to see our house this week. Blessing and a curse. We are overwhelmed by the nature of the house. We feel we don't deserve this house. It is a good size and has a yard and pool. And the landlords are Christians and are reduce the rent considerable to allow us to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, the tenant that was living in the house before us, left the house a complete mess. I mean disaster. Dog poop all over the roof, every room is dirty and the walls are a mess. The kitchen is covered in grease. The watertank is dirty. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we don't deserve our landlords, they are cleaning the house and will be putting the house back in order for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to move tomorrow, while the work is being done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-1135141564386270077?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1135141564386270077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=1135141564386270077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1135141564386270077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1135141564386270077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-ii.html' title='House II'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-5624715614982557703</id><published>2008-06-06T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:09:33.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Spanish word</title><content type='html'>Pantuflas is my favorite spanish word. It reminds of a word from a Dr. Seuss book. It means slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?Mami Donde esta' mi pantuflas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-5624715614982557703?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5624715614982557703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=5624715614982557703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5624715614982557703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5624715614982557703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-favorite-spanish-word.html' title='My favorite Spanish word'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-7097974660138845535</id><published>2008-06-01T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:28:15.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>I am trying to trust in Lord with our house. I feel so helpless. The women that is living in the house is being very difficult. She won't let us in to see the house. She won't even let the owner of the house in to see it. This is very stressful. Is she even going to move out? We are packing up and hoping to move in this week and have even told our landlord we are moving out. I feel like screaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-7097974660138845535?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7097974660138845535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=7097974660138845535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7097974660138845535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7097974660138845535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-1381109943425670530</id><published>2008-05-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:38:43.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversions</title><content type='html'>Every moment of the day I am always converting things in my head. Money, weight, measurements, language etc.. I am surprised my brain has not fried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-1381109943425670530?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1381109943425670530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=1381109943425670530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1381109943425670530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1381109943425670530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversions.html' title='Conversions'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-6079088691109402317</id><published>2008-05-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:18:30.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>We got a puppy. Okay flip your life completely over, then add a puppy on top of it. Life is good, a bit stinky, but good. He is really cute! that makes it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-6079088691109402317?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6079088691109402317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=6079088691109402317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/6079088691109402317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/6079088691109402317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-1721845899402138882</id><published>2008-05-06T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:28:03.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Bano!</title><content type='html'>Our bathroom always smells! It drives me crazy. It is the toilet and the drain in the shower. I clean it everyday with cleanser and bleach. This helps for a little while, but eventually the smell comes back to haunt us. Who ever said missionaries have a glamorous life. If cleaning the toilet everyday is glamorous, I'll take something different. Pray for my toilet, you know how everything begins to pile up and on top of it there is always a lingering putrid aroma in the air. Yuck. The things you sacrifice for the kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-1721845899402138882?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1721845899402138882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=1721845899402138882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1721845899402138882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1721845899402138882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-bano.html' title='El Bano!'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-4385813058636089436</id><published>2008-05-06T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:15:33.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for Chloe's birthday party in Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where to have it because our apartment is to small?                        at the park with the big long slide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send invites, where do you find invitations? Nobody seems have them that's okay I had blank cards from the states. Now how do I tell people how to get to the park? I don't know the name of the park or know how to say the name of the road, let alone spell it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food, drink, and cake for the party? Order Papa John's pizza, because Chloe wanted that for her party. Soda and small pastries for each child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Mercado Centro Comerical: imagine a place that is huge, sells everything and has a million people there. Thankfully our tutor went with us to help us buy party favors, plates, napkins, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe and I go that morning to the bakery for her to pick out what she wanted to serve for   her birthday treat. Then we went to Starbuck's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask my friend Amanda to call Papa John's and order the pizza.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get all of the family and every for the party together to leave for the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Wong's and get soda, water  and spoons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a taxi to Moli Central to get the pizzas, but there no taxis, so we hop on a combi (a small bus).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of the combi and cross to major intersection to Papa John's to get the pizza, now find a taxi and head to the park Found a taxi, so how do we tell the driver how to get to the park in spanish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay did that, we made it to the park, 15 minutes early.  Yippee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that the water was carbonated and nobody liked the taste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone invited to the party was late by 30 minutes or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O well Chloe had a great time and that is all that matters. Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-4385813058636089436?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4385813058636089436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=4385813058636089436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4385813058636089436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4385813058636089436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-ready-for-chloes-birthday-party.html' title='Getting ready for Chloe&apos;s birthday party in Peru'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-1436215187527351769</id><published>2008-04-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:36:45.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we rode a bus called a Micro. It rides down one of the major streets in Lima. It was somewhat liberating, because I got to see what was in some of the city and only cost about $0.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli went with me and he loved it. When you pay they give you this little ticket showing that you paid. He wanted to save his ticket it was exciting to him to have an official ticket. A man got on the micro and began to play music. Eli immediately wanted to give him money. It reminded me of  our time in New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-1436215187527351769?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1436215187527351769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=1436215187527351769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1436215187527351769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1436215187527351769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/bus-ride.html' title='Bus Ride'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-7404199100922151434</id><published>2008-04-01T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:21:54.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanglish Bloopers II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;We are memorizing Romans 6:23 in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"For the wages of sin is Tuesday" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Porque la paga del pecado es muerte ( I said martes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-7404199100922151434?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7404199100922151434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=7404199100922151434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7404199100922151434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/7404199100922151434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/spanglish-bloopers-ii.html' title='Spanglish Bloopers II'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-4255665011040923735</id><published>2008-04-01T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:16:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanglish Bloopers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hola, Como Estas. Bien y tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This is about as far as I can get in a complete sentense in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Some funny things I have said along the way to humor myself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;On March 16th I was at the grocery store and since the next day was St. Patricks Day I wanted to make a festive Irish meal.   Since, Corned Beef and Cabbage were no where to be found, I thought I would make  Lamb stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So I went up to the butcher section of the store and was looking for Lamb, but soon realized I didn't know the name in Spanish. I said to the butcher "Lamb" He looked at me puzzled and I knew he had no idea what I was talking about. Then before I could stop myself I went Baa Baa. He gave me the weridest look and shook his head no. I turned around to others giving me the same, what a weird gringo look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here I am a 38 year old woman singing the sounds of children and humbling myself greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Learning a language has taught me to try anything and to embrace my youthful side of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-4255665011040923735?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4255665011040923735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=4255665011040923735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4255665011040923735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4255665011040923735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/spanglish-bloopers.html' title='Spanglish Bloopers'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-4285072126319501576</id><published>2008-02-26T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:20:33.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a years worth of school supplies in 3 1/2 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday we went to buy school supplies for our kids school. It was overwhelming, because it was a lot of stuff and all in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my dear friend Lori who basically did everything for me. She is a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basket was overflowing with folders,  pencils, art supplies, notebooks, paper towels, and anything else you would need for an entire year of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to label each item, even the pencils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-4285072126319501576?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4285072126319501576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=4285072126319501576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4285072126319501576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4285072126319501576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/years-worth-of-school-supplies-in-3-12.html' title='a years worth of school supplies in 3 1/2 hours'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-8797803176278376163</id><published>2008-02-25T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T05:55:50.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown</title><content type='html'>February 20th we picked up our family, cat and earthly belongings and moved to Lima, Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from living in one room with my family, life is good. (except that my cat ran away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culturally, I am taking it all in and the Peruvian people are so gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture shock updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't put the toilet paper in the toilet, this drives me crazy because I keep forgetting. I go to sit on the toilet and tell myself "do not put the toilet paper in the toilet", then by the time I am finished peeing I forget and automatically throw it in. I have even put the trash can in front of the toilet and still forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A two hour church service all in Spanish, I thought it was never going to end. Not only did I have no idea what was going on, but it was so hot and we were sitting in the sun. It took everything in me to not fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-8797803176278376163?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8797803176278376163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=8797803176278376163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/8797803176278376163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/8797803176278376163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/touchdown.html' title='Touchdown'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-5883199105880897008</id><published>2008-01-26T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:45:08.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>United States Postal Service</title><content type='html'>You figure there are millions of Americans in this country, but someone did not seem to tell the postal service this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every time I go into the Post Office there is only one person working behind the counter. This is even at the busy time of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-5883199105880897008?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5883199105880897008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=5883199105880897008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5883199105880897008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5883199105880897008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/united-states-postal-service.html' title='United States Postal Service'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-5031005163150779982</id><published>2008-01-26T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:40:10.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKIN' OUT</title><content type='html'>Ok it looks like we are leaving for Peru in a couple weeks. I am excited and feel like tossing my food every 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-5031005163150779982?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5031005163150779982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=5031005163150779982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5031005163150779982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/5031005163150779982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/freakin-out.html' title='FREAKIN&apos; OUT'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-4031495518037081140</id><published>2008-01-22T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:00:05.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste</title><content type='html'>Okay, one thing I really struggle with being a parent is toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was brushing my sons teeth and he was crying because he got yelled at for not getting dressed, after the 27th millionth time I told him to and he was making everyone late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his drool and snot was all over and the toothpaste was in the sink. It is always in the sink and I always have to clean it up yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to touch toothpaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-4031495518037081140?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4031495518037081140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=4031495518037081140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4031495518037081140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/4031495518037081140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/toothpaste.html' title='Toothpaste'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3731313614996688994.post-1926154163000101576</id><published>2008-01-17T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T06:47:33.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Fundraising is so bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is go to the field and love on people but I have to stay here a wait for people to give us the money to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go, to go, to go. Oh when can we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very ripped apart. God is going to supply the money, amen, then let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is very torn, I want to go, but what is it going to be like, are my kids going to be okay, will my marriage make it? If we take our cat can I get him back into the states?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing wrong that God has not supplied the money for us to go. And why do we have to raise so much freakin' money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to serve people who make less than two dollars a day and we have to raise $9000.00 a month. That is $300.00 a day. Okay I ain't bright, but that seem insane. But so does buying a coach purse for $400.00. Okay I am getting a bit judgemental, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is so hard when you are asking people to support you and they care more about what they are wearing or getting a starbucks than the kingdom of God. This has also convicted me. Do I really want to sacrifice for the kingdom? I go to Starbucks and buy things for comfort. Where is the line? We do give to missionaries, but is it really sacrifically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the other side. We have people who give and are committed to us. It is amazing to think about this. I praise God for them. They are who I need to put my focus on. Not on the people who are not supporting us, but the ones that are. And more importantly in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father please help me. Forgive me for my judgementalness and pride. I can not do this without you. I so struggle that we may not be leaving soon, help me to be content in all circumstances and to be thankful for everything. You are a Good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Sona and her wedding please protect her and bless here marriage that it may glorify you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3731313614996688994-1926154163000101576?l=talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1926154163000101576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3731313614996688994&amp;postID=1926154163000101576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1926154163000101576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3731313614996688994/posts/default/1926154163000101576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromamissionarieswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/fundraising.html' title='Fundraising'/><author><name>Tales From a Missionaries' Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12780801523914566541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
