What I was really wishing I could get a picture of was the smell of the roasting room!!!
29.5.09
Coffee Plantation
On Thursday, we visited a nearby coffee plantation. We found out how coffee gets from cherries to roasted awesomness. Even Starbucks buys from this coffee plantation!
What I was really wishing I could get a picture of was the smell of the roasting room!!!
What I was really wishing I could get a picture of was the smell of the roasting room!!!
25.5.09
Sunday
We went to church with the Dooleys and Katie.
The church was about a 40 minute hike away from the station.
After church, we taught Red Rover to a bunch of the kids and women.
And on the way back from church, we stopped by a waterfall for lunch.
The church was about a 40 minute hike away from the station.
After church, we taught Red Rover to a bunch of the kids and women.
And on the way back from church, we stopped by a waterfall for lunch.
Girls' Night
Saturday night, Dr. Steph invited all the single ladies over to her house to make pretzels, eat brownies, and play some fun games.
We had a great time, playing Spoons, Pit, and Clay Mania. The most impressing accomplishment of the evening was when, during Clay Mania, Katie sculpted an "abyss"... and Becky guessed it!
We had a great time, playing Spoons, Pit, and Clay Mania. The most impressing accomplishment of the evening was when, during Clay Mania, Katie sculpted an "abyss"... and Becky guessed it!
22.5.09
What Happened in the Gotcha Game
Well, I was out of the game within 14 hours, but I couldn't blog about it because you are not allowed to talk about it until the game is over. I did make a valiant effort, though...
I got up early the first morning, and got back from the workout room before the rest of my family was even up (this was to avoid the other members of my family outside, as I didn't know if they had my name).
I then journeyed down to the other end of the station to take up my post awaiting my target: Uncle Scott Dooley. I knew he had to walk by the mail room on his way to work.
As I waited, however, I found myself being shadowed by a sinister character in the form of Jessica Myers. Evaluating the situation, I decided that she must be after me. I was right... but my weapon (a squirt bottle) was more powerful than hers (a water gun)... so I assassinated my assassin and so survived. I then huddled down to wait... and wait... and those of you who know me know that waiting is a very hard for me.
Finally, after about half an hour, here came Uncle Scott. I was hidden quietly on the other side of the mail room, where he would have to pass me before he could see me; in which time I was hoping to get him. His footsteps approached. I was very quiet. He was almost here....
Suddenly, just before he came around the corner, a PNG lady walked briskly past me, saw me, and called out a friendly "GOOD MORNING!!!"
While hearing the steps of my target halt and hurry away, having been so warned that someone was waiting there, I kept my Christian spirit and responded with a cheery, though somewhat strained "good morning."
Uncle Scott scurried around the other side of the mail room, and with HIS superior weapon (an irrigation syringe), got me before I could react in kind. Gotten. *sigh*
And so early in the morning, too.
Ah well... it was great fun. There are many stories about tricks that have been used in this game... like the one where Aunt Judy Bennett dressed up as a local lady selling carrots by the road, hired a little PNG boy to sit beside her, and waited for her target to walk unsuspectingly by. Or the one where Tim Radcliffe climbed over the roof of the building Aunt Gail was hiding behind to get her.
The winner of this game was Uncle Scott Dooley, who survived longer than anyone else (which makes me feel a bit better about being got by him... at least I wasn't killed by an amateur!) Congratulations, Uncle Scott! But watch out...I have learned many lessons... next time I shall be a more experienced, more dangerous opponent!
I got up early the first morning, and got back from the workout room before the rest of my family was even up (this was to avoid the other members of my family outside, as I didn't know if they had my name).
I then journeyed down to the other end of the station to take up my post awaiting my target: Uncle Scott Dooley. I knew he had to walk by the mail room on his way to work.
As I waited, however, I found myself being shadowed by a sinister character in the form of Jessica Myers. Evaluating the situation, I decided that she must be after me. I was right... but my weapon (a squirt bottle) was more powerful than hers (a water gun)... so I assassinated my assassin and so survived. I then huddled down to wait... and wait... and those of you who know me know that waiting is a very hard for me.
Finally, after about half an hour, here came Uncle Scott. I was hidden quietly on the other side of the mail room, where he would have to pass me before he could see me; in which time I was hoping to get him. His footsteps approached. I was very quiet. He was almost here....
Suddenly, just before he came around the corner, a PNG lady walked briskly past me, saw me, and called out a friendly "GOOD MORNING!!!"
While hearing the steps of my target halt and hurry away, having been so warned that someone was waiting there, I kept my Christian spirit and responded with a cheery, though somewhat strained "good morning."
Uncle Scott scurried around the other side of the mail room, and with HIS superior weapon (an irrigation syringe), got me before I could react in kind. Gotten. *sigh*
And so early in the morning, too.
Ah well... it was great fun. There are many stories about tricks that have been used in this game... like the one where Aunt Judy Bennett dressed up as a local lady selling carrots by the road, hired a little PNG boy to sit beside her, and waited for her target to walk unsuspectingly by. Or the one where Tim Radcliffe climbed over the roof of the building Aunt Gail was hiding behind to get her.
The winner of this game was Uncle Scott Dooley, who survived longer than anyone else (which makes me feel a bit better about being got by him... at least I wasn't killed by an amateur!) Congratulations, Uncle Scott! But watch out...I have learned many lessons... next time I shall be a more experienced, more dangerous opponent!
21.5.09
OceaniaNazarene
I keep saying that I work as a webmaster, but I don't think that I usually offer much proof
(other than complaining about the hardships of dealing with computers). Well, here is proof.
I just finished a website that I've been working on for a month or so: http://oceanianazarene.org
Let me assure you, it is no small feat to get a website live from my little part of the world!
Self presses the upload button.
The Dear Dell gives me a blank look, like it's never heard the word "upload" before.
Self patiently explains to Dear Dell exactly what is meant by "upload."
Dear Dell clearly explains that the blank look signified not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of willingness,
and that unless I greatly increase its pay, it is not planning on complying.
Self calmly informs Dear Dell that what we are talking about is not an increase in pay, but the slight chance that if
it obeys it will emerge from this session alive.
Dear Dell jumps guiltily and begins uploading.
Dear Dell stops uploading, and my program dies in a fit of convulsions.
Self raises eyebrows.
Dear Dell quickly begins feeding Self a great number of faulty excuses about it being the fault of the internet.
Self raises eyebrows further.
Dear Dell whines pitifully, asking how Self could possible expect good performance from Dell while providing it with such
internet and power.
Self raises eyebrows further (forehead is beginning to hurt by now).
Dear Dell reluctantly begins its task again.
Dear Dell flickers; becomes unresponsive.
Self coughs in an expectant manner.
Dell is comatose.
Self searches for cause of phenomenon.
Some investigation reveals that the power is out... again.
Self sighs in a manner revealing great internal desire to throw something.
Power flickers back on.
Self patiently re-starts Dell, re-explains task, and re-begins upload.
Dell flickers; sticks out its tongue, throws a tantrum, murders all essential programs, and sits in front
of Self asking what Self is going to do about it.
.......... need I continue?
Anyway, minor and major setbacks for the most part taken care of, the website has been launched. *deep sigh of relief*
(other than complaining about the hardships of dealing with computers). Well, here is proof.
I just finished a website that I've been working on for a month or so: http://oceanianazarene.org
Let me assure you, it is no small feat to get a website live from my little part of the world!
Self presses the upload button.
The Dear Dell gives me a blank look, like it's never heard the word "upload" before.
Self patiently explains to Dear Dell exactly what is meant by "upload."
Dear Dell clearly explains that the blank look signified not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of willingness,
and that unless I greatly increase its pay, it is not planning on complying.
Self calmly informs Dear Dell that what we are talking about is not an increase in pay, but the slight chance that if
it obeys it will emerge from this session alive.
Dear Dell jumps guiltily and begins uploading.
Dear Dell stops uploading, and my program dies in a fit of convulsions.
Self raises eyebrows.
Dear Dell quickly begins feeding Self a great number of faulty excuses about it being the fault of the internet.
Self raises eyebrows further.
Dear Dell whines pitifully, asking how Self could possible expect good performance from Dell while providing it with such
internet and power.
Self raises eyebrows further (forehead is beginning to hurt by now).
Dear Dell reluctantly begins its task again.
Dear Dell flickers; becomes unresponsive.
Self coughs in an expectant manner.
Dell is comatose.
Self searches for cause of phenomenon.
Some investigation reveals that the power is out... again.
Self sighs in a manner revealing great internal desire to throw something.
Power flickers back on.
Self patiently re-starts Dell, re-explains task, and re-begins upload.
Dell flickers; sticks out its tongue, throws a tantrum, murders all essential programs, and sits in front
of Self asking what Self is going to do about it.
.......... need I continue?
Anyway, minor and major setbacks for the most part taken care of, the website has been launched. *deep sigh of relief*
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