<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687</id><updated>2010-02-08T07:42:07.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conrods</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-7506041447707825323</id><published>2010-02-07T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:09:03.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Nap</title><content type='html'>Nathan and I had the wonderful opportunity to take a nap this afternoon, and had dozed off for probably about 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOCK KNOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whispering &amp;amp; nudging Nathan in his ribs&lt;/span&gt;:  Someone's knocking on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;groggily coming up from the depths of sleep...and going into French right away&lt;/span&gt;:  HUH? Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice at the door&lt;/span&gt;:  Ngaa (which is Baka for "me")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh, Sufiyo, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufiyo &lt;/span&gt;(the voice at the door):  I want your pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt;:  Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathan gets Boaz to take the soccer ball pump to Sufiyo.  We close our eyes again and are almost back asleep when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOCK KNOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt;:  Dada, Sufiyo is at the door again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt;:  Sufiyo, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufiyo&lt;/span&gt;:  I was wondering if I could take your pump to the village.  We have a soccer match today and we need it.  I have a bag that I can put it in to carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt;:  Hold on a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathan gets up and gets the pump bag that has a small compartment for the needle and gives it to Sufiyo so that the needle wouldn't get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufiyo&lt;/span&gt;:  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nathan gets back in bed and closes his eyes almost falling asleep when... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KNOCK KNOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't respond right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whispering voice in French&lt;/span&gt;:  Go get your Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt;:  Dada, someone is at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt;:  Sufiyo?  What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufiyo&lt;/span&gt;:  I was wondering if we could borrow your soccer ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our ball is sitting, flat, in plain sight in the veranda...the reason why he needed the pump in the first place!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-7506041447707825323?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/7506041447707825323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=7506041447707825323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/7506041447707825323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/7506041447707825323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2010/02/sunday-afternoon-nap.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Nap'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-6238117912013787636</id><published>2010-01-25T14:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:13:27.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/CMF-Nathan-101a-780951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/CMF-Nathan-101a-780947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look on the right side.  It's hard to see because of the trees in the background but there is a sack that is hanging completely off of the top of the car.  Also, notice how the back is so full that the hatch is being held closed by some rubber strapping.  We saw this on our way back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bamenda&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago.  I'm still trying to get a picture like this but with a live goat tied on to the top with all of the cargo, we've seen that a bunch of times but never when the camera was handy.  We are so thankful for having our truck -- that it got fixed and is working well(!!!!!) so that we can skip the major hassles of public transport.  Nathan and I rode in a bush taxi one time where we all (18+ people, sardine style, and it was just a little bigger than this car) had to get out of the taxi and help push it out of the mud.  Another time in a bush taxi we were clipped by a logging truck.  Travel here in Cameroon sure can be...exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-6238117912013787636?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/6238117912013787636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=6238117912013787636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/6238117912013787636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/6238117912013787636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2010/01/look-on-right-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-8718423296567027049</id><published>2010-01-17T07:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:07:36.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful that our kids are big enough now to help out with so many chores and they can even make their own lunches.  Though I'm still working on the "clean up after yourselves" responsibility with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/CMF-Nathan-003a-704032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/CMF-Nathan-003a-704026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nandry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; are making PB &amp;amp; J and sliced apples.  This kind of meal is actually one of the more expensive that we eat, because it is definitely not native to Africa!  The little 16oz jar of peanut butter, which is a sorry substitute for Jiff or Peter Pan, costs about $3.25 and the jelly is about the same (though it tastes pretty good and you can get "gooseberry" flavored jelly).  Apples are imported from France and small apples cost about 50 cents a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/CMF-Nathan-026a-736824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/CMF-Nathan-026a-736698.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asher's contribution in the kitchen is making a cookbook of all his favorite creations.  If you click this picture I think it will bring it up larger and you might be able to see his directions better.  While he was experimenting the other day putting things in his cup, he exclaimed, "YUM, I need to write this one down."  So, voila, Asher's recipe:  Squeeze one grapefruit (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fruitgrape&lt;/span&gt;) into your cup, slice one banana and add it to the cup, crumble up a cookie and add it, then stir for an hour like he did (it's amazing how 30 seconds can seem like an hour when you are stirring!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-8718423296567027049?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/8718423296567027049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=8718423296567027049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/8718423296567027049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/8718423296567027049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2010/01/in-kitchen.html' title='In the Kitchen'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-7089889000199133473</id><published>2009-12-22T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:24:27.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ants Go Marching...</title><content type='html'>...not just one by one here.  And I should add that they are the "biting and devouring everything in their path" ants.  It's that time of year again.  Every black speck you see in this picture is an ant. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasC-797790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasC-797783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were definitely some making trails, but mostly they were completely covering our veranda floor, walls and ceiling (this picture isn't even an 10th of the area they were covering).  Thankfully we spotted them before they came into the main part of our house, and were able to empty 3 cans of bug spray to discourage them from advancing any further.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasB-740157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasB-740151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I snapped this picture of Nathan in mid stomp and spray.  He had to keep moving or they would start crawling up his legs and biting.  Normally this happens in the middle of the night when it's so much harder to combat an army like this, but we were fortunate this time to catch them in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasB-740157.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-7089889000199133473?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/7089889000199133473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=7089889000199133473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/7089889000199133473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/7089889000199133473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/12/ants-go-marching.html' title='The Ants Go Marching...'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-2055422914801200727</id><published>2009-12-20T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:51:25.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasE-718825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasE-718819.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Asher had finished all of his school work for the day and his brother and sister were still working on theirs, he started creating his own board game.  It's very cute and you can really play it.  His rules work.  Just don't land on the night-time square or you'll lose a turn because you have to "sleep" until the morning.  It's been fun this time around that our kids are old enough now to enjoy card games and board games...and even come up with their own!  One thing though about Asher's game, he's played all of us and hasn't lost yet...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasD-749137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasD-749133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-2055422914801200727?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/2055422914801200727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=2055422914801200727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2055422914801200727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2055422914801200727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/12/game-boy.html' title='The Game Boy'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-429197207969617261</id><published>2009-12-20T08:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:41:00.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What has 112 legs...?</title><content type='html'>Nathan got the boys a clear bucket with a clear lid so that they could have a giant "bug jar".  It does NOT come in the house, but occasionally stays on our veranda.  Well, the snake from a few months, their first inhabitant of the bug bucket, ago slithered away.  Since then we've had a chameleon that crawled away and a frog that they eventually let go.  This one beats it all.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasG-771755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasG-771749.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One afternoon, the boys were collecting spiders.  YUCK!  In a quick glance, I counted 14 in this picture.  YUCK!  I'm amazed that they got this many and I'm frightened that there are so many b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasF-726684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasF-726679.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ig spiders living around the outside (hopefully not inside) of my house.  And then the brave souls that would hold the spiders...can you see in this picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamatu&lt;/span&gt; how long those spider legs are?  Gives me the creeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-429197207969617261?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/429197207969617261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=429197207969617261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/429197207969617261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/429197207969617261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/12/nathan-got-boys-clear-bucket-with-clear.html' title='What has 112 legs...?'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-5460972710607588881</id><published>2009-12-20T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:16:33.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasA-730091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/ChristmasA-730086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I were making paper chain cut-outs of people, Christmas trees and birds and decorating them.  Well, in the process Asher wanted to make other things out of paper...so he made a huge arrow and stapled it together.  I became busy in the kitchen preparing dinner and was only half listening to the kids and simply replied "sorry" at the comment that there were no more staples in the stapler.  A little later, I saw that Asher decorated the wall with his arrow.  Very cute, pointing to the stocking, showing what his priority is this Christmas.  When I looked at it a little closer, I realize that he had fixed it to the wall using a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glue stick&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-5460972710607588881?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/5460972710607588881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=5460972710607588881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5460972710607588881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5460972710607588881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/12/right-here.html' title='RIGHT HERE!!!'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-2928859495202399327</id><published>2009-12-08T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:30:34.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/IMG_7030a-700211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/IMG_7030a-700207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lit the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; candle on our Advent "log" that Nathan made for us.  We are going through a book that has ideas for each day to focus your family on the birth of Christ.  One of the fun activities we've done was played "I'm going on a trip to Bethlehem and I'm taking..." going through the alphabet.  We made it harder and tried to think of stuff that Mary and Joseph might have taken.  The kids are getting into it, but Asher is a little concerned that in all of this remembering the real reason for Christmas, we are going to forget about the "getting lots of stuff" part of it.  Hopefully he won't be too disappointed this year as there are no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmarts&lt;/span&gt; or toy stores around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we are making new family traditions and singing through the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; section in our hymn book, and playing and replaying the 3 Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; that we have.  Simple, but memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-2928859495202399327?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/2928859495202399327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=2928859495202399327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2928859495202399327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2928859495202399327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-4472458688462358270</id><published>2009-11-28T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:15:25.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Forest3-710834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Forest3-710829.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having 3 weeks of different guests, we decided to have a little family outing in the forest.  We took a bucket with plantains, coco-yams, matches and a machete to have ourselves a little picnic.  We waded through the mud and muck for a while, then followed the path to an enormous tree that had been cut down and milled.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Forest2-738607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Forest2-738601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avele followed us and we were glad for his company, though I was surprised that he slipped off without any of the other Baka kids noticing and following too!  The kids climbed around the felled tree, which made quite a fun playground, while Nathan started a fire and cooked our snack and I swatted the filaria flies.  We are so blessed to be able to step into a National Geographic magazine and have such amazing adventures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-4472458688462358270?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/4472458688462358270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=4472458688462358270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/4472458688462358270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/4472458688462358270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/11/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-8318836625349420685</id><published>2009-11-12T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:26:49.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Early-November-007a-706852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Early-November-007a-706848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boaz is not only a chick magnet...but a critter magnet as well. For the past couple of days, he's been carrying around this rhino beetle on a leash so it won't fly away.  Well, tonight he left it in the veranda and the dog kind of chomped on it.  But, though he's sad about the big bug...he still has his pet chameleon and is actively looking for crickets to feed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-8318836625349420685?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/8318836625349420685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=8318836625349420685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/8318836625349420685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/8318836625349420685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/11/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-1290177946965548808</id><published>2009-11-05T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:11:38.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/zendOct-046a-715785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/zendOct-046a-715782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the view...butt, this is a common one when we travel nowadays.  In the past 3 weeks Nathan has changed a flat tire at least a dozen times, and not always the same tire!  Keep in mind that we only drive 1-2 times a week.  You figure out the average!   Compare this to our first term where he changed a tire (maybe) 3 times in 3 years.  Crazy!  I guess we need to take some time and replace the tubes, instead of having them patched...though it's always a different hole each time.  But, Nathan's such a pro at this now that he has a system and his tire changing "kit", including the yellow tarp, handy at all times and can switch out the tire with the spare in less than 7 minutes!  Other than the tires and a bit of shaking and wobbling that wasn't there before, and a few other minor details...we are praising God that our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hilux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was able to be fixed and that we are making good use of it until we find something to better suit our needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-1290177946965548808?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/1290177946965548808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=1290177946965548808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/1290177946965548808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/1290177946965548808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/11/travel-troubles.html' title='Travel Troubles'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-5789218162229167814</id><published>2009-10-31T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:23:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carpenter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Newshelves-706744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Newshelves-706740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan got this beautiful red wood from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bertoua&lt;/span&gt; (don't know the name of it) and made a shelf for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nandry&lt;/span&gt;.  That's the real color, without any stain on it!  Since the kids all share a room, this shelf goes next to her bed, giving her a little bit of privacy from her brothers.  Nathan really enjoys projects like this where he can create stuff, and he's pretty good at it.  Today he finally has some time to re-create the water tower that fell down shortly after we arrived.  It's always neat for me to watch how carefully planned and purposed he is on the details of these kinds of things.  Makes me proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-5789218162229167814?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/5789218162229167814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=5789218162229167814&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5789218162229167814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5789218162229167814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/carpenter.html' title='The Carpenter'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-6097070577192916953</id><published>2009-10-24T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:57:51.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Scorpion-723903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Scorpion-723900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, after the lost in the forest trauma, and everything was calm, I was in bed and heard a crinkling noise.  I wasn't going to pay it much attention, but then decided to check it out anyway.  I turned on my handy flashlight that is NEVER far out of reach and saw this scorpion on the floor right next to where I'd just been walking and moving a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; bag full of stuff.  I don't know if it was in the bag, or on the floor when I had been there, but I'm so glad I didn't see it at that point! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time in my life that I've seen a live scorpion (that wasn't in an exhibit), first time in my house...but I guess this isn't impressive for folks from Texas.  It was about 4 inches long from claws to where the tail curved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this doesn't help anyone who is thinking about coming over to visit us, sorry!  I really need to put all this stuff out there, because I feel like I am being bombarded by stuff that's trying to convince me how difficult and uncomfortable life is here.  Keep us in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-6097070577192916953?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/6097070577192916953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=6097070577192916953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/6097070577192916953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/6097070577192916953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/yet-another-thing.html' title='Yet Another Thing...'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-3525393185851832437</id><published>2009-10-23T14:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:31:41.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Panic</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, the kids went for a hike in the forest with the Anderton boys (13 and 10).  They were going to explore around a big tree in the forest.  My understanding was that it wasn't far away...turns out it was over a mile away.  As the sun started to go down, I expected the kids home at any moment.  Nathan and I were getting dinner ready.  We discussed going to check on them and make sure they were coming home, but we waited a few more minutes.  Once it starts to get dark, it gets dark FAST.  Nathan went out and started walking down the road in the direction that they kids left, and came across Reda Anderton also going in search of her boys.  Reda told Nathan just how far away this place was that they were going, and Nathan rushed back, hopped in the truck and took off, hoping that the headlights would prove to be handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard Nathan come back and say he was taking the truck, I started praying and shaking the whole time until I heard the truck returning.  As soon as Nathan hit the main road, he saw Boaz and Nelson running to get home, and the others weren't far behind.  Thank the LORD!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tears of relief from the kids and their Mama (me), lots of hugging, lots of thanks to God for His protection.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids made it to the tree earlier, played around for a while exploring the "cave" of another tree that had fallen, then decided to take a new path home.  Aparently that path lead someone's field, and it was getting dark.  The kids were coming up with survival tips like, "we can eat the macabo (root) so we won't starve" but they couldn't come up with how they would make a fire to cook it.  They all stopped and prayed together at one point, then kept on walking towards the direction they thought the road was.  Asher was crying alot by that point because it was dark and they had to walk across fallen trees through a swampy area.  One of the branches he was holding onto broke and fell beneath him, and all the kids heard a hissing noise after that.  HOW SCARY IS THAT?  Nandry told me that she was trying to keep her emotions under control so that she wouldn't scare Boaz and Asher with how frightened she really was.  She kept telling me when she got home how much she missed me and how bad she was shaking as she walked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they came to an abandoned house and recognized where they were in relation to the road and our houses, but they still had to make the long trek up a big hill and back along the road in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Noah (the 13 year old) was pretty shaken up, and felt pretty responsible for the whole thing as he came to tell us what happened.  We tried to calm his fears as much as we could that we weren't upset about it, just so relieved that they all made it back ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the closer now as we "debriefed" with the kids tonight, and all the wiser as to what our limits are as to where and when we go into the forest, and how soon to start coming back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute thing, that actually set me more at ease, was that the Baka kids were playing soccer near our house, and they all joined in the search for our kids as night fell.  I knew that if our kids were truly lost in the forest, the Baka could find them.  My biggest fear was that something else didn't find them first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just babbling on and on now, but it's helping the tension release.  Boaz, when he first got home, looked the least upset, just like it was another adventure for him.  But later he told me he was very, very scared, just trying to be brave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, our internet connection is going to go off soon, so I need to wrap this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-3525393185851832437?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/3525393185851832437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=3525393185851832437&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/3525393185851832437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/3525393185851832437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/moment-of-panic.html' title='Moment of Panic'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-5015423645272988684</id><published>2009-10-20T14:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:21:37.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture's Worth How Many Words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-009a-702487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-009a-702484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, my brain is fried right now, we've had some exhausting days recently, but I really wanted to post some more pictures and stories.  I'm going on the theory that a picture is worth 1,000 words (though Nathan and I were wondering if the phrase uses the word thousand, or million?).  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-001a-761637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-001a-761631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here are the photos to make up for my few words.  Though I've already used over 50...&lt;br /&gt;These are the mongulu (leaf huts) that are right near out house.  They only take a few hours to make, but last a few months.  I love this picture because it was just starting to rain and the Baka took their fires into the huts, so you can see th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-004a-701371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-004a-701367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e smoke coming out through the door and roof...does a leaf-hut have a roof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Contrast is our house, though very small and basic, it's still so much MORE than a leaf hut.  Can you just hear the rain pounding on the tin roof?  Deafening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octobers-027a-721078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octobers-027a-721073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan's being the hero here and helping tow our landlord's vehicle out of the mud with our Hilux (that's now white and working, mostly...though we haven't yet been reimbursed from the accident).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octobers-031a-772794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octobers-031a-772791.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On his way to help the Andertons manage an army ant invasion around 11pm last night (though they were doing quite a good job even without him), Nathan found this snake in the yard.  It's very docile and Nathan's trying to decide whether we are going to keep it as a pet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;  It's a burrowing python?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octobers-024a-701495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octobers-024a-701491.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, in this picture we are doing a reenactment of when the Pope came to Cameroon and the Baka people presented him a turtle as a gift.  We didn't eat it...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-026a-789562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-026a-789559.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but some of our neighbors did AND wasn't it so nice of them to clean out the shell for us?  Yes, it's now stinkily sitting on my window sill.  I'm wondering if it won't make a good hiding place for the snake if we make terrarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-029a-726085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Octoberss-029a-726079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, a good rainy afternoon activity for our kids and the Anderton boys:  playing with the pattern blocks from the kid's math curriculum.  Lots of creativity with squares, triangles, hexagons, rhombus' (rhombi?  seriously?), and parallelograms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was part of our week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-5015423645272988684?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/5015423645272988684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=5015423645272988684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5015423645272988684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5015423645272988684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/pictures-worth-how-many-words.html' title='A Picture&apos;s Worth How Many Words?'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-9094569065292914345</id><published>2009-10-04T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:24:42.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Rat-019a-783784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Rat-019a-783781.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our teammate Jennifer with Joe and a (medium sized) jumbo rat that was caught with a jumbo rattrap in their house.  Read the story behind this rat on &lt;a href="http://jennjessee.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-mice-and-feet-warning-this-one-is.html"&gt;Jennifer's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I tried to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mixie&lt;/span&gt; to catch the mice in their house.  Though she was intrigued with the smell, she didn't move from the time I put her in the house until 5 minutes later when she darted out.  I guess she (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mixie&lt;/span&gt; the cat) could judge the size of the beast better than I and didn't think she had a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-9094569065292914345?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/9094569065292914345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=9094569065292914345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/9094569065292914345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/9094569065292914345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/someones-dinner.html' title='Someone&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-9005199315365724040</id><published>2009-10-03T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:49:17.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Science Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-234a-759016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-234a-759010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan has the privilege to teach Science to the kids this year.  Mainly because I can't do everything and he's so much better with the more hands on type learning/teaching AND he loves to play with stuff (they get to do experiments with batteries and also plant stuff and watch it grow).  Our washing machine is not working, and we have tons and tons of laundry to do because of the smell and mold that is covering everything we stored for the last year.  This past week when I walked out into the veranda and Nathan had the washing machine all apart, I heard him saying to Nandry, "well, after OBSERVING the washer and COLLECTING DATA, my HYPOTHESIS is that the balance switch gets triggered and stops the spin cycle, so lets TEST our hypothesis...how's that for an example of the scientific method?"  It's still not working...MY hypothesis is that the circuit board is fried and we need to wait for someone to hand carry us a new one, bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-9005199315365724040?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/9005199315365724040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=9005199315365724040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/9005199315365724040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/9005199315365724040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/this-weeks-science-lesson.html' title='This Week&apos;s Science Lesson'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-5738826824646227236</id><published>2009-10-01T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:55:27.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-231a-712690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-231a-712688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our most loyal and long-lasting pet we've had so far.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mixie&lt;/span&gt; the cat.  As you can see, nothing, not even cobwebs on a high rooftop, will stop her from catching any lizard that dare show itself in her territory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-5738826824646227236?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/5738826824646227236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=5738826824646227236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5738826824646227236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5738826824646227236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/10/cat.html' title='The Cat'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-7331192515919427204</id><published>2009-09-30T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:46:03.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Missing Tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-226a-724748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-226a-724745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Boaz finally lost his first tooth!  He's been waiting for this ever since the tooth fairy left money under Nandry's pillow during the last couple of years.  Boaz has quite a thing for cash, especially free cash that he finds on the ground or UNDER HIS PILLOW!!!  And, yes, the tooth fairy does come to Cameroon and leaves 500cfa for the first tooth (about a dollar). &lt;br /&gt;     The scab next to his mouth is from when Asher bumped the burning stick that Boaz was blowing on, right into his face.  The kids are LOVING fire.  They start at least one a day under the cooking shelter and now that we got them to stop throwing leaves on their fire, they are roasting their own plantains for a yummy snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-7331192515919427204?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/7331192515919427204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=7331192515919427204&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/7331192515919427204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/7331192515919427204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/09/first-missing-tooth.html' title='First Missing Tooth!'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-5439433713098537153</id><published>2009-09-30T01:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:38:08.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNathan%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    I need to blog about this first month we've been back in Cameroon, but where do I start?  Wayward washing machines, tumbling towers, badly behaved batteries, merciless mold and mildew, might-have-been malaria, dreadful doggie pooh, relentless rainy season, lacking language skills, scary surgeries back home... (Karen, we are trying to beat Jenn for the Ashia award).  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-228a-734751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/AugSept-228a-734745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this was cute.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nandry&lt;/span&gt; wanted to extend friendship to the girls of the neighborhood so she got our her coloring books and crayons, locked the rough little boys out of the veranda and had a good time.  The baby in the green shirt is baby Nathan, the only boy allowed in because he was being watched by his older sister.  He was terrified of us when we first got here but is slowly warming up to our presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-5439433713098537153?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/5439433713098537153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=5439433713098537153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5439433713098537153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/5439433713098537153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/09/where-to-start.html' title='Where to start...'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-2227121771375300780</id><published>2009-08-29T07:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:58:00.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Hurt &amp; a Bittersweet Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-102a-756819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-102a-756816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan posted on Facebook about some of our final preparations for Cameroon, including a last trip to Taco Bell.  It is our preferred fast food, even over McD's.  I can't believe how many meximelts, soft tacos and been burritos Nathan and the kids can down.  I can't even eat the salads (which are insanely expensive compaired to the rest of the menu) because they are served on fried flour tortillas, and I have a wheat gluten sensitivity...though I take my chances some times and suffer for it.  Ooooh, I just googled &lt;a href="http://www.tacobell.com/"&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/a&gt; and am looking at the allergen list (wow, no MSG) -- not much I can eat but rice &amp;amp; pintos!  So, I pretty much watched them scarf down their last instant tacos, took some  pictures and sipped a strawberry-mango frutista freeze.  I was reminding the kids about the few times we went out to eat in Cameroon, and what it was like.  We would receive a menu, study it for a while, then order.  The waitress would come back in 2 minutes and say, "we don't have that", so we'd order again and get a reply of, "we don't have that either".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-103a-757879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-103a-757876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  After about 4 tries, we finally ask what they do have and order accordingly.  Next, we watch the waitress, armed with a market bag, leave the restaurant and return 10 minutes later.  Then, after trying to keep the kids occupied for the next hour while the cook prepares the things they just bought at the market (still not sure why they claim to be "out" of certain menu items), and having long ago finished our drinks, our food arrives.  It's usually pretty good, just beware of the fermented ketchup that's been sitting out unrefridgerated for a few weeks.  Ah, we'll enjoy Cameroon but we'll miss the good hurt of Taco Bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-2227121771375300780?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/2227121771375300780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=2227121771375300780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2227121771375300780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2227121771375300780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/08/good-hurt-bittersweet-goodbye.html' title='The Good Hurt &amp; a Bittersweet Goodbye'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-8352041514948656641</id><published>2009-08-27T06:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:18:54.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-096a-766064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-096a-766059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some of the fun stuff we did this past weekend.   The kids got to enjoy a few days at the Crane's lake house swimming in the pool and the lake.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-050a-742300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-050a-742296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Thursday Nathan drove to DC to turn in our visa applications to the Cameroon Embassy, so the kids and I got out a scooter, a 2- wheeled bike and a 4- wheeled bike out of Grandpop's garage and made the mile long uphill trek to the community pool.  We were so sweaty by the time we got there (it was very hot and humid), but it was worth it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-038a-769155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-038a-769143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started to rain after we'd been there for about 45 min and they made everyone get out of the pool, even though there was no thunder, and wait out the storm which fortunately only lasted about a half hour. The kids spent part of that time in the warm showers because the rain was kind of cold!  I think the pool is preferred over the lake now, they especially like diving in the deep end and sliding down the water slide.  Wow, when did my kids outgrow swimmy diapers and waterwings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this past Saturday we got tickets for the PA Renaissance Faire and went with my parents and my nephew Chase.  I asked Boaz what he wanted to do for his birthday, suggesting monster trucks or a rodeo and he said that he really liked pirates.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-132a-721650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-132a-721646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I looked up the Ren Faire, it just so happened to be Pirate Weekend and they had a few special things for the kids like learning how to sword fight and talk like a pirate as well as following a treasure map with clues to get some of the pirate booty at the end of the day...Aaaarr! Nathan really liked the falconry show (this owl was HUGE!) and it was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-117a-710770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-117a-710698.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;impressive to see the jousting tournament.  I know it was staged, but it was still really cool and took alot of skill to do the things they were doing on horseback! Nathan got some good video and I'll see if he can post it...especially the guy who did a back flip starting from the horse's back and landing on the horse's back, while it was moving!!!  Ew, and the guy that swallowed swords!  It made me gag just to watch, but it was fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-8352041514948656641?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/8352041514948656641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=8352041514948656641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/8352041514948656641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/8352041514948656641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/08/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-2783536863555405478</id><published>2009-08-26T15:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:10:02.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar Marked for Sept 3rd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CNathan%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Andale Sans UI"; 	mso-font-alt:"Arial Unicode MS"; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:none; 	mso-hyphenate:none; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Andale Sans UI"; 	mso-font-kerning:.5pt; 	mso-ansi-language:#00FF; 	mso-fareast-language:#00FF;} span.EmailStyle15 	{mso-style-type:personal; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; 	mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; 	color:windowtext;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have some good news!  The document that we've been waiting months for finally arrived and Nathan was able to drive to DC and apply for our visas at the Cameroon Embassy.  We re-booked our tickets and plan to leave on the 3rd of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We're very excited to get back "home".  Please pray that all the traveling details will go well.  Our visas and passports should arrive by mail this week, and we are doing our final packing (more like "shifting" what's already been packed -- thank the Lord that Swiss Air gave us extra baggage allowance!).  We haven't had a piece of luggage lost yet, let's pray that our record continues...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-2783536863555405478?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/2783536863555405478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=2783536863555405478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2783536863555405478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2783536863555405478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/08/calendar-marked-for-sept-3rd.html' title='Calendar Marked for Sept 3rd!'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-9137502249214455199</id><published>2009-08-26T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:01:54.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 7 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-166a-731922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/More-Na-pics-166a-731918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; is now 7 (his birthday was last Friday).  What a great pose before blowing out the candles!  He's holding a stuffed animal owl and pirate sword, and the cute little pirate in the background is his 3 year old cousin Chloe.  We had a good time with 8 of  the 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; in the Crane family, doing dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; cake and making a mess of the toys in the basement!  We sure are going to miss this bunch when we go back to Cameroon.  We are very glad that we were here to celebrate 2 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nandry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt;' birthdays this Home Assignment, though it's still unbelievable that we've been here over a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-9137502249214455199?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/9137502249214455199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=9137502249214455199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/9137502249214455199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/9137502249214455199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/08/our-7-year-old.html' title='Our 7 Year Old!'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86870437182990687.post-2607972135173516555</id><published>2009-08-07T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:35:03.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Marimba-&amp;amp;-Tennessee-178a-773883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Marimba-&amp;amp;-Tennessee-178a-773876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Abbott Family is back in the States now for home assignment, after 4 years in Cameroon.  We are so glad that we got the chance to visit with them for a few days.  The kids picked right up after a year of being away from each other...and so did the adults!  We stayed up a bit late catching up on the last year and probably didn't help them get the rest they should have had during their first week back.  We really are going to miss them and hope this year brings much refreshment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Marimba-&amp;amp;-Tennessee-056a-728271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/uploaded_images/Marimba-&amp;amp;-Tennessee-056a-728266.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the World's Fair Park and played on the playground and in the fountains (which Asher enjoyed a little too much at first...think self-administered enema).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/86870437182990687-2607972135173516555?l=www.theconrods.org%2Fourblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/2607972135173516555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=86870437182990687&amp;postID=2607972135173516555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2607972135173516555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/86870437182990687/posts/default/2607972135173516555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theconrods.org/ourblog/2009/08/happy-reunion.html' title='Happy Reunion'/><author><name>Laurel Conrod</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09592580548229050165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>