Author Archives: aaron

Chain letters, surveys, and lists. So, thanks AJ. P.S. If you hate those things, you should stop reading right now. If you were an animal, which would you be? A FoxFish. You can say that’s not an animal, but you … Continue reading →

Ok. I understand that sometimes planes need de-icing. I understand that sometimes cities like Atlanta are unprepared and sometimes you have to wait in a 4 hour line stuck on a plane to de-ice. But what I don’t understand is … Continue reading →

So normally I am always thinking how awful it is that people don’t write in their blogs every day for me to read it. I guess you could say I find myself with quite a lot of spare time. Last … Continue reading →

Sometime after Christmas I fell sick with a deathly cold. I quickly recovered, but in the mean time got the idea to make one million felt dogs. I found this great pattern here on allsorts. Pretty much that is a … Continue reading →

I made a new rule today, one I plan to enforce until after Carnival. It started on Thursday walking home from the passport extension place. We were minding our own business, when WHAM! “OWWWW!” And then it took me a … Continue reading →

Last night, Kelsey quite deliberately (and probably only semi-consciously) reached over me, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and wrapped it over herself. Luckily, I’m not so cold-blooded, and we live in a fairly temperate climate. Today I got the … Continue reading →

First of all, there is no giant glowing ball here. What is that about anyway? More importantly, this is how Ecuadorians celebrate: They buy papermache dolls of all sizes (baby to adult) and then you write a list of all … Continue reading →

So about three or so mornings a week since we have lived in this apartment, we have heard this pressure washer type noise. We thought “hooray city for keeping your streets so clean” but really stop doing that at 6-7am. … Continue reading →

First, I realized I forgot to tell you how brave my husband is. Not because he played Papa Noel, although that took bravery because kids always want to punch your gut, but because he gave a talk in church. That’s … Continue reading →

Primero Acto: Waiting. The distant sounds of nuns singing and strumming guitars. Children laughing and playing. Reading “Cows Can’t Jump” and waiting. Sweating in a fuzzy red uniform. The signal. Tucking in my shirt pulled out from too large a … Continue reading →