A Precious 36

One struggle for me being here in Mexico is the long nights. Right now, come 5 o'clock, it is pitch dark. What in the world do you do? Well, I suppose there are many things, but for me most require a comfy place to sit. The trailer bench and my sleeping bag in the loft just didn't cut it last time. This trip down I brought some pillows, my fleece blanket, and some decor items. It has made a world of difference. 

Any ways, a few nights ago, I made a big mug of tea, lit a candle, popped in Pride and Prejudice into my borrowed laptop and curled up with my fleece blanket on my "day bed." I was in heaven! 36 minutes went by and the computer shut down. 36 minutes is all the laptop battery can last. I will not complain...those 36 minutes were all I needed.

Feeling A little Lost

Sorry I did not post while I was in Mexico...I am having computer issues. I had to use the McCoy's computer and so I would just spend a few minutes checking emails and updating my facebook. It takes me a while to write a post...I probably think about it too much.

Anyways, I have one story after another I would love to share, but since they are old I will just put them in my next Newsletter. Today I just want to say I am thrilled to be home to visit with family and friends, but I feel a little lost and bored. My days are filled on the ranch...at least till night fall. I am busy teaching and playing with the kids. I am helping with preparations for the weekend group. And then there are many little random things that pop up. I also had begun adjusting to that new way of life...showers every 2 to 3 days, no heat, light, or TV, unpolluted night skies, authentic Mexican food, etc!

Everyone here is working and so I am floundering trying to find things to do. It gives me time to read and journal and pray! I guess I can't complain about that =)

Ripped Jeans & A Bee Sting

I love that God has such a great sense of humor because I love to laugh! This past weekend I was on a build in Mexico and well here is the story:

I squatted down in my old jeans to paint the stove table yellow and I hear a... Wait a minute, let me set the stage. My back is to a trailer that is full of men who are taking a little water break. Okay so I hear a little rip. I reach around and find a good 2 inch hole in the rear end of my jeans...and yes every guy behind me saw. I ran to the van holding my pants together and grabbed my sweatshirt to tie around my waist. I went back to work after many comments and many many laughs. My favorite comment..."Thats a new side of Jen". Well see the story continues...I squatted again to continue painting and i hear another rip and another and then one more. The rip became (i should really measure it) at least 8 inches long exposing my entire left cheek (under the sweatshirt of course). Plans were to return to the ranch for dinner but the church we were helping out invited us to stay at Estero Beach and eat with them. So me and my two dear friends took a little trip to Wal-Mart and we all three bought sweatpants so I didn't feel ridiculous by myself.

Maybe a half hour later, I was stung by a bee under my right arm. I was wigging out because i knocked the bee off but the stinger was still in me. One of my friends tried to get the little thing out but I could just feel the venom releasing in me as she attempted 5 times to remove it. As soon as she got it out one of the guys on the build ran over and through water in the dirt and slapped some mud on my arm to absorb the venom and keep it from swelling. It worked well, but man did it hurt for quite a while.

Collecting My Thoughts

Hey Everyone...please be patient with me as I pull my first "real" post together and get my page set up.