Who Had The Best Weather for Football?

I'll see your snow, and raise you to 34 degrees celsius.

Same shirt....its funny.

From the Annals of Lucy/Theo Conversations

(Theo leans across the backseat and lies across Lucy's lap)

Lucy: Theo, haven't you ever heard of a thing called personal space?
Theo: No, I haven't.
Lucy: Well, that's obvious. It's this area, around my body, and it belongs to me. You can't have it.
Theo: Well, can I rent it?
Lu: No you can't rent it- it's personal space!
Theo: Well, if you don't have enough, I could rent mine to YOU.
Lu: It doesn't work that way.
Theo: Sure it does, I'll sell you my personal space. For two dollars.
Lucy: I AM NOT PAYING YOU FOR YOUR PERSONAL SPACE.
Theo: Special for you, three dollars.
Lucy: Listen to what I'm saying. No. Way.
Theo: Well, how much for your personal space?
Lucy: My personal space does not have a price.
Theo: It's FREE?! So I can just take it after all!

Lu: No, it's priceless. It's the most valuable thing I own right now. So get off of my lap!

Boot to the Head

Lucy passed her Yellow Belt test in Tae Kwon Do last week. In keeping with family tradition (was it Beth that I kicked?) she also kicked her brother really hard in the chest, just to see if it works.

It does.

This Week

We found this instruction on a pack of joke chewing gum: "WARNING. Forbidder to affright ill and cowardly person."

I got to walk several blocks through downtown Bangkok at midday carrying a life-size cardboard cutout of Michael Jordan.

At one point this week I had 1,500 donuts in the trunk of my car.

I got a job offer, which is good except they want to pay me the same amount of money to work five days/week as I was making in one day/week in Atlanta. Hmmm.

Lucy got picked to carry the flag for the Americans at International Day at school. I got to eat at the International Day food court, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite events of the year.

Indonesia's table

Bahn mi, from the Vietnamese

16

remember this girl?

Immigration Detention Center

Last Thursday I went to the Immigration Detention Center to visit a member of our ward who is being held there. He is in Thailand illegally- a refugee from Sri Lanka, and has been here for about 4 years, until he was picked up by customs about 4 months ago.

I had tried to go once before with another lady who knows the ropes, but I'd forgotten my passport and wasn't allowed in. This time I was all on my own, and a little flustered. I wasn't entirely sure how to get there, and definitely unsure about how to instruct a taxi driver. Walking from the train station took much longer than planned, and the straps broke on the grocery bag that I was carrying, so I was really hot and sweaty when I arrived...at 10:02. You're supposed to register by 10:00 for the morning visiting hour, and the people working the desk didn't strike me as the really flexible sort. I was discouraged and sure I'd struck out for a second time. But for whatever reason, they gave me the forms to fill out, checked my passport and told me to sit. So I did.

At 10:30, they rolled back the big metal door on one end of the waiting area and I shuffled in with about 25 other visitors. They gave me a locker for my purse and checked out the groceries (no glass, all containers must be see-through). Then I got a pat down that would put TSA security checks to shame and was ushered into the visitation yard. This isn't my picture, but it looked pretty much like this:

It was at this point that I realized I had no idea what the man looked like. Most of the other visitors found the person they were looking for and paired off on either side of the fence (no touching!). I wandered up and down the line, trying to look friendly but not too friendly. I made brief eye contact with a number of strange men. At one point I saw one of the visitors throw something surreptitiously over the fence. After about 20 minutes, one of them approached me. "Sister?" he asked.

With everybody talking at once it was very noisy. We had a shouted conversation: "I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE!" "I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE EITHER!" After 10 minutes of limited-English, shouted small-talk, I wasn't sure what else to say. ("SO, IS THIS PLACE AS BAD AS IT LOOKS?!")
"I'M GOING TO GO NOW!" I yelled at him. "OK, SISTER!" he yelled back. "THANK YOU!" As I was walking away, he called to me again. "SISTER!" When I turned, he bowed to me. "REALLY. THANK YOU VERY MUCH."

Sometimes I am very glad that the church pushes you out of your comfort zone.

kids

colin saw a classic picture of louis armstrong with his trumpet and asked if that was the guy who was on top of the temple.

wouldn't that be fantastic!?


on another note,  eric told an adult today that all i make at home is frozen pizzas.

(!?!)

Kids and the Sea

We had a fantastic time with our friends this last weekend, playing at the beach. The waves were huge and the kids were just getting pounded.

At least things improved...

A series of photos showing how much fun Hal had with Aunt Beth this week.

He did manage to have some fun when he didn't have a fever. Thanks Beth!