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| Ady with her favorite stuffed frog. |
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Adelina Gracelynn
My niece was born this morning, July 23rd, at 12:17 AM in Loma Linda University Medical Center. Here are the stats:
Name: Adelina Gracelynn Brown
Weight: 7 lb 15 oz
Length: 20.5 in
Eyes: Blueish-gray
Hair: Brown
Here are some more pictures:
Name: Adelina Gracelynn Brown
Weight: 7 lb 15 oz
Length: 20.5 in
Eyes: Blueish-gray
Hair: Brown
Here are some more pictures:
Friday, July 22, 2011
Claudia is Ready
Here at Loma Linda Hospital you can find the swinginist, beeboppinist pregnant woman this side of Hahira, Georgia, Kickin' Claudia, and she kicks in the sticks right next to a brick in the northwest corner of room number 321 (please) twistin' her wrists and snappin' her fingers as she sangs "He's Able to Deliva' Maee!" (just like they do in the choirs) - dedicated to her new best friend in the whole wide world, Dr. Child Kum Nau.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
God On Lawn Care
The following is from an email I received from my dear brother. Enjoy!
GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colours by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD: Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colourful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.
GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
ST. FRANCIS: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.
GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
GOD: No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
GOD: And where do they get this mulch?
ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
GOD: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What play have you scheduled for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE: 'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about....
GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
GOD: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colours by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
ST. FRANCIS: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD: Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colourful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it - sometimes twice a week.
GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
ST. FRANCIS: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.
GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
ST. FRANCIS: You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
GOD: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
GOD: No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
GOD: And where do they get this mulch?
ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
GOD: Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What play have you scheduled for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE: 'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about....
GOD: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Papa, Mama, & Daryn's Visit
Tuesday night, July 5th, my parents and Daryn arrived for a 10 day visit. It had been almost 5 months since I'd last seen them. So, naturally we tried to make up for lost time by cutting out our sleeping hours... not completely though. Below our some pictures (71) of our time together. We did a lot of cool things together - watched the changing of the guard at the Presidential Palace, ate, watched a girl faint in the middle of her saxophone solo, ate, went to Plaza Italia and watched a thief make his living, ate, kept Mama prayed through in traffic, ate, toured the Museum of the Inquisition, ate, had church, ate some more, played Masterpiece, Clue, Scrabble, we also ate a lot. Daryn ate his first Pakay and Granadilla. We made Papa Rellenas with Teo (and ate them, naturally). We went to the beach, Mira Flores; we ate a lot. Bro. Jose took us to the Hipodromo de Monterrico to see the race horses. We had an all around good time. Enjoy the pics!
Norky's Chicken
Daryn & Papa in front of a new church building
Us with Pastor Ramos in front of his new church building
Bro. Nix, Bro. Ramos, and my dad
Daryn testifying at Pastor Ramos's church
Papa preaching
Their current church building
My dad and Pastor Ramos and his family
Mama & Papa at Plaza de Armas del Peru
Presidential Palace
Bro. Nix and Daryn in front of the palace
Watching the changing of the guard
This was a few minutes before a girl fainted while playing
Location of the previous church in Plaza Italia (where my grandpa and Bro. Nix worked together)
Baco Vaca
Bro. Juan de la Cruz, Bro. Nix, Papa, & Bro. Jerson Azang dedicating a baby Sunday morning
Daryn testifying (He should've been a preacher)
Mama preaching... jk
Going to get a taxi
My dad taught the ministers and wives Sunday afternoon (89 were there)
Bro. Alejandro brought us pakays (my favorite fruit)
Some preachers singing in Quechua
Choir on the left
Sunday night crowd
People getting healed and the Holy Ghost during song service
This little boy got the Holy Ghost
I couldn't get a decent picture of the guy in the middle because he was bouncing around so fast. I'm not sure if he got the Holy Ghost. But I know he sure got a blessing.
Praying through
Papa in the pulpit
The whole church lined up and greeted them after service. These are just a few pics of that.
Grace & Antony
Bro. Jerson & his wife
Heliot
Nancy & Jose Bravo
Teo teaching us how to make Papa Rellenas
One of our favorite games
Looking down from Mira Flores onto the beach
Bro. Jaime
Daryn eating his first granadilla
My mom made Mexican food... very foreign here.
Daryn & Teo
Me & Teo
Bro. Jose & his family
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