la vida no es la misma sin mi amor...

Alacranes Musicales - "Sin Tu Amor"

I finally talked to Lale today. For all of 10 minutes. He just wanted to check in and see how we were doing. Then he had to go and bring in los machos (the male donkeys) from the upper section of land, and it was getting dark. In some ways its easier when I don't talk to him than when we just talk for a few minutes. He promised to call me tomorrow and that we could actually talk. He better, because I need to hear his voice for more than a couple of minutes.

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I had fully intended to write about my husband getting the car from the port, but I am not in the mood too, LOL. I will say though that if you are not a patient person, send someone else otherwise you will be grumpy all day long. And the following day, and possibly for the following week.

I will tell you about the adventure they had on the way home though. When they ship a car, they drain out all of the water/antifreeze from the radiator, and the gas from the gas tank. Well he knew there was no gas because the car wouldn't start. So he filled the tank again and he started for Tocoa. He had his one nephew in the car with him, and he was following Beto, my brother in law who had my father in law in the truck as well. Because the car was packed so tightly full of his crap, they unloaded half of the stuff into Beto's truck. And off they went. After a bit of driving he noticed the car was running hot. Well that was because he hadn't put any water or antifreeze in the radiator. So he pulled over to put some water in, and his brother had pulled over a bit of the ways up. (but he pulled over because they were waiting for Lale to catch up - they didn't know he had pulled over to fill the tank with water) Once it was filled he pulled out in the road again, and without realizing it, he passed his brother.

Well his brother and father were waiting and waiting for Lale to pull out and after a while they got out and went looking for him. They eventually drove all the way back to San Pedro Sula to make sure that Lale got out of the port ok. Meanwhile Lale was on his way to Tocoa, angry because his brother left him. At some point everyone was headed to Tocoa - Beto figured that maybe Lale passed them, and they just never saw him.

Sometime around 11:00PM Beto and my father in law were pulled over by the police in La Ceiba, and detained because they had a truck full of stuff and no proof that it wasn't stolen. Meanwhile Lale is on his merry way to Tocoa. He doesn't have a cell phone, no one knows that he is on his way to Tocoa, they think he is somewhere in San Pedro Sula, and no one has anyway to get in touch with him. About 1:30AM or so he gets to Tocoa, and by that time Beto had already called how to say if/when Lale arrives send him back out to La Ceiba. So back to La Ceiba he goes with the paperwork showing that everything is his. They didn't get back to Tocoa until after 4:30AM. Oh yeah, can we say fun times? LOL.

why you always need your cell phone charger

Its been a while since I have been able to talk to Lale, and I was getting irritated. I talked to him last Friday to tell him about the baby, and to hear the saga of him picking up the car from the port, and all the problems that entailed. (I will be posting about that later this week). We talked for all of 15 minuted, maybe. Then on Tuesday morning he called for a couple of minutes and after that I hadn't talked to him. I asked him on Tuesday if he knew what Thursday was and he said no what was it, and I told him the 8th, and dhe laughed and said that must make Sunday the 11th. I don't know if he really didn't remember or was just kidding. But come Thursday, he didn't call. And I wasn't mad, because I know its hard to get to his moms house some days, and if he is working up on the mountainside he either stays in the house up there, or he gets back and its late. But it got to the point that everytime the phone rang I was getting upset to see that it wasn't him. Just the stupid bill collectors, LOL.

This morning I wanted to call his moms house, but I said no, I'm not gonna call because when he gets a chance to get to his moms he would call me. All day long the phone rang, and it was never him. So I finally bit the bullet and called his moms house tonight to at least see if things were ok and come to find out he was trying to call me this morning. The only problem was that his cell phone battery has died - because he left the charger here when he left, and I haven't had a chance to send it to him - and he doesn't know the phone number here. His neice was telling me the phone number that he had dialed. He was dialing my cells phones area code (which is different than the area code for the house) the first three numbers of his sisters house, and the last four numbers he was dialing was from a phone number that we had A YEAR AGO. I had to laugh. It struck me as funny though his neice told me that Lale had said maybe it will pass Jennifer's mind to call here now. And it did. But I didn't follow through with it. And that made me sad because I missed the chance to talk to him, and it made me laugh because it isn't the first time that although seperated by over a thousand miles, we are on the same wavelength.

I also had a nice talk with my father in law though, and he said that all he hears our of Lale's mouth is Jenny this, and Jenny that, and that makes me feel good. I know he misses me, but sometimes its hard to believe that he is thinking of me, and since he is alone, that he isn't out hanging out with friends and drinking and what not. I don't know why its so hard to believe that since I am here missing him too. I did find out though that he has taken lots of pictures, and a video, so even when he is telling me he isn't going to take pictures or a video for me I know he is doing it just to get my goat. Which he is good at doing. I am hoping he trys to make it back to his moms house tomorrow so that I can talk to him. I miss hearing his voice.

It Came!!!! It Came!!!!!

A couple of posts ago, I blogged that I had won something by leaving a comment on Karen's blog aka The Rocking Pony. I promised that when I got it in the mail I would tell you all, all about it. Well on Wednesday afternoon it came, but I didn't open it until yesterday. Then it took me until today to get a picture of it.

And if you look at the picture above, you will see Mickey modeling the item that came. What is it you ask? It is an Essential Diaper Case. What that means is for those who are only running out real quick, or maybe you have an older child that doesn't need a whole diaper bag full of things you can use the Essential Diaper Case. It is big enough to fit 2 diapers and a travel pack of wipes. I love it. I usually keep the size 5 diapers (for Johan and Jolani) in the pocket that is on the back of the passenger side front seat. Along with a big pack of wipes. But the diapers, when they sit in the pocket, they get all squished down and when you go to put them on, they look like they shrunk about 10 sizes. So this case keeps them nice and neat, and a pack of wipes too. Perfect for when my mom takes Johan and Lana, perfect for Sunday School drop off for them two - I don't have to take two bags, and they dont have to hunt down the main diaper bag with the infants. Even though I have a diaper bag right now, as you can see from the picture, this diaper bag is already in use! It can stay in the car, and if I go somewhere, I can grab it and throw it in the big diaper bag (which once Levi is a couple of months older, the big diaper bag will be gone too - I hate big diaper bags) and off we go. It is nice because I dont have to figure out which diaper belongs to who, since I can just pull out the Essential Diaper Case for the older two.

If you haven't yet checked out The Rocking Pony - the store, please stop by and see what neat things Karen has up for sale!

More in love with each passing day

Happy Anniversary Viejo!

4 years ago today I was in Sava, Colon Honduras and it was my wedding day. Saturday, November 8, 2003 at 1pm I got married for the second, and last time.

I was there with Mickey, who was 9 months, and with Isa - who was not yet born, but I was 8 months pregnant with her, so technically she was still there. Because I was 8 months pregnant, I was only given permission by my doctor to be out of the country for five days. Those were the shortest five days of my life, and it killed me to leave. I told Lale that all he had to do was say the word, and I would stay. I cried the whole flight back to the US. When I got home I cried because of how empty my apartment was without my husband.

It was funny how our wedding was planned - sort of spur of the moment, but not quite. But it was a civil wedding, and while we both agree that we are married, when we are together 10 years (2011) we will be having a church wedding. This is as much for me, so that I get to have a wedding with that white dress, and walk down the aisle, and my family can come if they want, as it is for him to have the proper church wedding. And even though its 4 years away, those 4 years will pass quickly.

In the past six plus years we have been together we have been through alot. There were more than a couple of times that I didn't think we would make it, but by the grace of God, and fighting for our love, we have made it so far. Its been difficult, but I wouldn't change anything.

We met at a place where we both worked and just hit it off. And from there we started to date and from our first date we were pretty much inseparable. Actually from our first date, we were together and not apart until August 17th 2003 when he went back to Honduras for those 10 months. Then once he came back there wasn't a day (well not counting when I was in the hospital giving birth, LOL) that we were apart until he left this time. I have already made it clear that once I get back to Honduras, we will not be doing this again. We will grow old together, sitting on the front porch sharing jello watching the grand kids run and play :) I thank God everyday that he put my husband in my life. I thank God that we were able to deal with some issues - and their were MAJOR issues on both parts, but we have been able to work through it all. With each day that passes I love him more. Yes he gets on my nerves - even 1000+ miles away, but that doesn't change my love for him. I truly believe that he is the one that God has for me. My media naranja as they say in Honduras (my half orange/other half of the orange - don't ask because I don't know).

The pictures below were pictures that were taken at our wedding. This was before digital cameras. Or should I say before I had a digital camera, LOL. I don't know who took these pictures, but they didn't do the best job, but they are the only pictures that I have, and I cherish them anyway.

Lana - my little miss sweet and innocent

Lana playing nicely at the train table

The boy has jaundice. He was looking a little yellow yesterday, and I called the doctor about it, since none of my other kids ever had jaundice, I wanted to make sure everything was ok. Well they sent me (ok him) for bloodwork yesterday, and told me to come to the office today for a visit. So I loaded everyone minus Jordan (who was at school) into the van and made the trek over to the doctors office.

My kids love the doctors office . Not only do I have an awesome doctor, but in the waiting room there is a train table set in the end of the waiting room for all of the kids to play with. So when we opened the door, the kids all went running to the train table. After we were there for a bit (we were really early, as usual) this woman walks in with her son Owen, and her daughter. (I know his name because I heard her say it when she was talking to him). Now the first thing out of Owens mouth when he walked in was "I wanted to play with the trains!" so she told him to go ahead and play, but to play nice and share. Then she sat down and began to talk to another lady sitting in the waiting room. Well Owen walks over to the table and grabs some of the train peices that were sitting in the middle of the table (of which there are 30 total - plenty of peices to go around) and starts pushing them around the track. (this is a picture of the table, but not of Owen)

As he is pushing his train around the table he is doing the choo choo train noise at the TOP of his lungs. Seriously screeching as loud as he could. Right by the train table is the secretaries desk - where she is making phone calls. Did his mother tell him to shut up? Nope not at all. She continued to talk to her new friend in the chair next to her. After about 5 minutes of this, I was so ready to smack the kid and tell him to shut the heck up, (only not in such polite words) because his screeching really was plucking my last nerve. Then he gets tired of his screeching and decides that all of his train peices that he has is not enough. So as he passes each of my kids who are playing as well, he is yelling at them to move out of his way, and he would take a couple of their train peices too. For some reason none of my kids said anything to him. (with the exception of Andre, he was bigger than the rest of them - about 6 I would guess, but still my kids know how to say no - trust me, I hear it enough, I know they know). Mickey went against the wall to sulk, Andre just watched him take his trains - I am assuming that since Andre is twice the size of this boy, he just let it be, Johan was playing with a car, so he didn't get anything taken from him, and Isa just went to play with something else. So he is amassing this huge line of trains (they are wooden trains with magnets on each end) and is just taking over the entire table. Then he gets to Lana. He yells at her MOVE. GET OUT OF MY WAY I WANT TO GET BY. And as he is yelling he is trying to push her out of the way with his body. She looks at him, and gets in his face and screams AAAHHHH at him. So he stops for a second and then starts it again. This time as he is pushing her with his shoulders she takes her right hand, which has one of the train peices in it, and hauls off and hits him - HARD, I heard the thunk as it connected - right in the forehead. I have never been so proud of my little girl. (a picture of the trains)

He started to cry, then they called his sister to the back. Well since it was time for him to go back, he did what any other bratty child would do. He grabbed all of the train peices he could get and shoved them in his shirt. (he made a pocket like thing by lifting up the hem of his shirt) His mother told him he couldn't take them all to the back and took one. ONE freaking toy from him, leaving him with 20, and leaving 10 on the table. So as he is going to the back he is screaming at the top of his lungs because he needs that last one. While he is in the back of the office, you can hear him screaming non stop. After about 5 minutes his mother comes back out and asks for two train engines because he didn't have any in his pile and he needed two. Come on woman give me a break. You son is a pain in the you know what, and needs a good old fashioned spanking, and to be taught some manners.

After Owen left, we were still sitting there (I told you we got there REAL early, LOL) and another family comes in. I see this family and I think MAN, this family is HUGE. I count the kids while trying not to be noticed, and they have 9 kids. Then I think - wait a minute - 9 kids, that is only two more than I have. Do I really look like I have this many kids - or close to it? When I went to the back, I asked the doctor if it was another large family, or if it was a day care. Nope its a large family, she actually ahs 10 kids, but only 9 of them were there with her today. So in the two rooms, betwen her and I we had 17 kids. That made me stop and laugh about that. The more I think about it, the more I think I want a number like 10 or 12. I dont know why, maybe its hormones talking, but that number sounds like a great number.