Keeping you updated

In my constant quest to keep everyone updated, I have failed in posting new things to the blog. Most of you who we talk to on a regular basis already know that we have been super busy planning our move in between me teaching summer school, Chad working, both of us preparing for Blue Haven, etc. Well, that doesn't look like very much, but I can assure you that it is.

We are leaving for camp on Friday. We will be back a couple weeks later, so you can take us off your daily blog reading rotation for that time.

I don't have any new pictures but be assured that I will be posting lots of pictures after we get back from CBH.

By the way, here's our address if you want to send us anything during camp:

Chad & Lesley
c/o Camp Blue Haven
HC 81 Box 304
Las Vegas, NM 87701

Tonto Natural Bridge

Chad and I went to Tonto Natural Bridge on Friday. It was a really cool place. As the name suggests, it is a natural bridge that has been eroded over the years by water. You can walk below and above the bridge. Here are some pictures from our trip.

View of the bridge from further away.
Chad looking at the bridge
Underneath the bridge. It was HOT that day but the difference in temperature underneath the bridge was amazing. I guess that's the desert for you.
Inside looking out
Chad thought the graphic on this sign was funny

No rain and hot means fire danger.
This is called Waterfall trail or something like that
Me at the same spot
The waterfall...for some reason I thought it would be bigger, but still pretty.

A bit philosophical, if you're in the mood for it

I have been thinking about this post since yesterday. There is a man who lives in my apartment complex who asks me how I am doing when I see him. I usually give a typical response: "Great," "Well," etc., and I return the question. The interesting thing is he gives these pessimistic responses such as, "I'm here," "Just another day in paradise" (sarcastically), and yesterday, "It's better now that it's over." His responses to this question have made me come to the conclusion that he is a negative person that is not a Christian. Now, you're probably thinking, "Lesley, that is very judgmental and presumptuous of you," and you'd be right in saying that, but that is not the point of this post. I don't know this guy, but I do know what he says when I ask him how he is doing, and that is the only impression I have of him. My own judgments about this guy got me thinking about how other people, even perfect strangers see me, which IS the point of this post. Do I have an all-around positive attitude and outlook that others can see in their brief interactions with me? Do I focus on the negative, watching the clock pass the hours, always waiting for the next thing? Do my outward actions reflect my inward Christianity? Although this guy has no idea, he has made me think a lot about my own attitude and how I want others to see me. Can people who don't know me tell that I am a Christian? I think about that a lot. Hopefully, by the way I treat people I come into contact with daily, they can see that my hope is in something greater than "the daily grind." Elsewhere in our complex, someone has painted on the side of a wall, "You are here now...enjoy it." Although I'm not a fan of the trashiness of this graffiti, I think about the message everytime I see it, and remind myself to be content and enjoy where I am. I feel for this guy who, apparently, is not enjoying where he is now or what he is doing, and I hope that no matter what I am doing, I am enjoying my life. And, at the risk of getting too existential with you, I will end my post.

Silkworms, wasps, and dead pigeons, oh my!

We went on a hike last week. Here are some random pictures we took.

I like this picture of Chad. He is not making a goofy face like he usually does when I tell him to look at the camera.

This is a wasp carrying a dead caterpillar. They were both HUGE!
Here's a silkworm nest.
Here's the sign to the trail that we took.
This is Chad flipping a pancake for dinner. No, I don't ALWAYS make him cook his own dinner.
Here's a picture of a recent pizza I made. I don't really ever post stuff about food I make because most of it isn't worth posting about, but I am proud of my pizza. Mom gave me the California Pizza Kitchen cookbook for my birthday last year, and it has the BEST dough and pizza recipes in it. I like these pizzas better than anything you could order from Papa John's or Pizza Hut. Maybe it's because of that special ingredient...love.

In other news...

We had a bit of an "issue" last week regarding a dead pigeon which had placed itself on our second floor balcony. We have no idea how it got there. Chad had gone to the door to lower the blinds and all I hear is "You gotta be KIDDING me!" And lo and behold, I run to see what he's talking about, and here is what we see.

So although Chad will not kill spiders, he takes the initiative to be the one to remove the pigeon from our balcony. I was about to call the sanitation department. Here is Chad as he is preparing to remove the pigeon.
Here are the necessary materials. (Chad covered his hand with a wet one before he put his hand in the trash bag. One more layer never hurts!)
When Chad is doing this he says, "Ugh! Pigeon toenails!"
Mission accomplished. The worst part was that the pigeon had been dead for probably a couple days and was starting to stink.

This reminds me of a time when I was younger and my family was living in Austin. One day we heard a funny noise coming from the clothes dryer hose, and we found out later that a bird had built its nest in there. We tried all sorts of things like starting the dryer to blow them out, but that didn't work and only heated up the dead birds or eggs or whatever and made it smell even more. Eventually, I guess the mama bird got fed up with our pestering and decided to poke a hole through the hose with her sharp beak, and at this point we had a mad bird flying around our laundry room. So my mom decides to put a laundry basket upside-down on her head and enters the laundry room, I think with a broom, to free the captive bird. If you are not getting a visual of my mom in the laundry room trying to avoid this flapping bird while trying to get the window open to let it loose, let me tell you it was really funny. I don't remember what happened after that so maybe my family can fill you in. Chances are I got some parts of the story wrong anyway, but that's how I remember it. And the smell....OH, THE HORROR!

I got this idea from Ginny's Flickr site. Check it out to see all the beautiful jewelry she makes.