<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:35:37.607-05:00</updated><category term='Fall Fun'/><category term='visitors'/><category term='Autumn Bliss'/><title type='text'>Ginger- In Transition</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2378782566706708430</id><published>2009-11-19T14:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:43:26.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405917648413534258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtdZ60KDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fERHfGKcWIw/s200/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405917651677738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtdmFD9pI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Df5CsTe27Ak/s200/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtdDk88HI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZDlhhnEP72k/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405917642416255090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtdDk88HI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZDlhhnEP72k/s200/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtct8rYKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zeRenleaVVc/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405917636610187426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtct8rYKI/AAAAAAAAANk/zeRenleaVVc/s200/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm Married!!! Mrs. Ginger Ranae Rowlett de Martinez!! November 7th, 2009, Ramfis and I celebrated in a perfectly us fashion on Lake Coatepeque in El Salvador. We were so blessed because most of my family, and a few of my closest friends were able to attend (a huge blessing). Also, that weekend there was a strong hurricane passing, and there was quite a bit of destruction and disaster in the country. The thing is, we had no idea because God blessed us with safe, beautiful skies for the ceremony. Granted, I was a bit worried before the wedding, thinking that our cool wedding inside the lake was going to be ruined. But, right at 3 p.m. (the hour we were supposed to start), the clouds parted and it stopped raining. There was even a little bit of sunshine. What's crazy is that before 3, we couldn't even see the mountains or the lake because it was all covered in a thick fog. So, we count the weather a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got started late (no one was surprised :) ) because Ramfis' brother had carried the microbus to pick up some people, and he didn't have the ownership card. So, when the police pulled him over, they were going to take the car from him and fine him a lot of money. Well, I had the card, so they had to come get it from me without me knowing all of the chaos. I had no clue, but was upset that his brothers and people were late cuz we couldn't start. But, everything worked out fine, he didn't have to pay a fine, and we got married - regardless of the hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I entered the lake with my dad in a row canoe. The ferry boat thingy was already in the water, and Ramfis helped us onto the boat as my sister sang At Last with Ramfis'brother playing guitar. There started more disorder because I noticed that my decorations weren't how I'd put them, and they'd put this ugly green tent thing where we were to be married (from water falling down), and there were tables at the entrance!!! I was thinking, hello! How did the 3 hours that I wasn't present create such a mess??? But, whatever - supposedly we needed the tables for the Civil ceremony. But, I didn't like them. But, finally, after deciding where to stand and what to do with the tables in my way, we finally started the civil ceremony with a very nice lawyer that has become a friend of ours, Saul. See, in El Salvador, the civil wedding in mandatory, and the religious ceremony is optional. So, we had to have 2 ceremonies. Pastors and priests aren't authorized to marry here. Another cool thing is that we had 3 extra small motor boats circling our ferry boat full of friends that couldn't fit on the ferry because of the weight restricitons. It was funny and cool. They were floating around taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kissed our "first" wedding kiss, and then signed our papers. Then, preparation for the REAL wedding ceremony. I walked to the back with my sis and my Dad, and we waited for the sound to work and all to get settled. I had a chance to look around at the scenery, and I was in awe. It was perfect. We were on the water, with most of my favorite people, one of my favorite places, my favorite colors, beautiful climate, and to see the man I love hugging his Dad as tears run down his face. It's a lovely day. The song begins, and I walk the "aisle" down the boat. What's funny is that once again there was disorder because Ramfis, Uncle Mitch, and Mr. Mauro had put themselves outside, where no one could really see us. I'd appointed a place under the palms to get married. So, my dad and I stopped where I thought we were going to get married, and we waited on them to change positions. It was funny....I don't think anyone will forget this wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we were in position, from there on out, it was smooth sailing. Uncle Mitch spoke wonderful words of wisdom, and shared passages of the Bible that I love, like 1 Cor. 13, the Love Chapter. Then, my Dad gave us his blessing, we wrote and said our own vows (loved it!!), exchanged rings, and then we did something special we wanted to do. We washed each other's feet in on the side of the boat to show humility and servitude to one another. This also gave us the chance to talk to each other a bit. It was our favorite part. As we performed this act, my Uncle Bubba sang the Lord's prayer. It was beautiful. We took a long time, so he probably could have sung another song, but it was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we did a tradition here in ES. The lasso of unity. We elected my Nanny and Grandaddy to put the lasso around us, since they represent a marriage based in love, faith, respect, and service for 50 years! Mrs. Olympia (Ramfis'mom) explained the ritual, and my grandparents placed it on us as they whispered a quick blessing in our ears. Now, we were pronounced Mr. and Mrs, and we kissed.....again!!! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trio we hired began to play, and champagne and wine were served for a brindis, and we also took advantage of photo opps as we headed back to land for the reception. We had our first dance there on the boat. They say the boat went down on one side because everyone went to get wine and chat. But, I never felt it. They were freaked out about it, but I had no idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we got into the restaurant for the reception, it began to rain again - perfect timing!! They announced us, and my Uncle prayed over us again for those that only came for the reception. Then, Alfredo Ramfis' other brother, came out to give a brindis and said he was going to give us something that truly shows unity. He then cuffed us!!! He had bought real handcuffs, and we had to be together all night!! We ate like that, sang and danced like that, etc. It was hilarious!! The food was delicious.....carne asada, baked potato, vegetables, sausage, bread and drink. Then, coffee and our cute cake with candies my mom made, and also some typical ones from here for dessert. We had a big shindig with different people playing instruments, singing, including some Southern Gospel with my grandparents and uncles. It was fun!! Then, started the disco party with dance music, Mardigras hats and stuff, and disco lights. That was a surprise for me, and it was a good surprise!! Fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I threw the bouquet, and Ramfis threw the leg thingy. His act was so original and funny. He had me stand on a bench, and he was looking under my dress, like that he couldn't find the ligo. Then, he comes out and has some granny panties!! He throws them and keeps looking (head under my dress)...then, he comes out with little girl panties!! He throws them again and they land on his nephew's head!! It was funny. Finally, he found the ligo and he took it off with his teeth. My friend Casey caught it, and my friend Jenny caught the bouquet. The funny thing is that they don't really get along, so it was ironic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved our wedding and our party. A huge thank you to my family and friends that traveled many many miles to attend and share this special day with us. Also, thank you for your patience with us, as it is a very different culture and time is looked at differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another huge thank you to Julio, Don Julio and Alfredo for helping with transportation and logistics. Also, camera and photos. Couldn't have pulled it off without them!! To see more pictures, go to my facebook page. They're mostly all on there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love each other, we love you and we're so happy to begin our new life together!!!! God Bless!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2378782566706708430?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2378782566706708430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2378782566706708430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2378782566706708430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2378782566706708430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-married-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SwWtdZ60KDI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fERHfGKcWIw/s72-c/DSC_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-195961346930758001</id><published>2009-07-25T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:15:04.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm back in El Salvador, this time for reasons other than humanitarian services.  :)  Oh, the grand welcome that I received!!  I've never felt so surprised and undeservingly doted upon.  Ramfis and his "crew" arrived all dressed up, saying that they were coming from producing all day.  They had the film cameras, the production lights, etc. there at the airport.  I think that the people there thought that I must have been someone famous.  So, anyway, we start going, and Ramfis tells me that he has to go by EduClase to give some tapes that they're waiting for to show to a client.  So, they were driving super fast, had someone calling the phone every 10 minutes, and me thinking that the client was mad because they left him waiting to pick me up from the airport.  But, what happened is that Ramfis had rented a house right next to the EduClase building.  So, we pull up, and all of a sudden I see lots of people I know....Ramfis' friends, family, my friends, etc.  Then, I'm like, hey....this isn't EduClase.  This is a house.  "Ramfis, where are we?"  And he stays quiet, just smiling.  I get out of the van, and this guy's singing "Welcome back Ginger, welcome back Ginger, Welcome to your house...., Welcome back Ginger."  The first time, i didn't hear it.  But, the second time, I was like...what did he just say?  Really?!?  So, Ramfis says yeh, this is going to be your house, and I start jumping up and screaming.  Hugs, smiles, tears, kisses all around to everyone that had made me feel so special.  We enter the house, and there are balloons, a big welcome back banner, etc.  In the backyard, there were tables and chairs, and a big barbeque with tenderloin, chicken, ribs, etc.  Also, he had set up his production lights to highlight a band that sang in English.  It was so cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I've gotten back, I've been helping to fix up the place, mainly for the office of MOSH.  We'll be operating the business out of the downstairs, and living upstairs.  Everything's going really well, thank God.  Today we had our first business meeting, defining everything.  It's exciting, but I'm tired.  I haven't even had time to really enjoy being with Ramfis because it's been go go go go since I got here.  Hopefully next weekend we can have a romantic dinner or something like that.  But, all is well.  I just miss everyone, but God is blessing us here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-195961346930758001?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/195961346930758001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=195961346930758001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/195961346930758001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/195961346930758001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-im-back-in-el-salvador-this-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-1294690367800511997</id><published>2009-07-05T17:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:08:21.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is an extension of my last blog, regarding Federal Government and their desire to control. I want to apologize for my anger getting the better side of me. I've allowed them to "control" me in a sense already just from my anger and growing synicism effecting my moods and tongue. Instead of trashing the gov. or getting all mad and bitter, it's come to my attention that I need to see our leaders, and our nation, through God's eyes....to love them (we're supposed to love our enemies and friends), and to pray for their decision making skills. So, although I still want them to stay out of my life, everytime I watch the news or get angry about an issue, I'll remember to talk to God, and ask Him to give guidance and work some kind of a miracle to retain our country as a free one, and also one Under God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-1294690367800511997?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/1294690367800511997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=1294690367800511997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1294690367800511997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1294690367800511997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-extension-of-my-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-3991716583175171896</id><published>2009-06-29T17:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:34:19.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the crapt is our country doing to itself?!?!  Am I seriously still in the land of the free???  Today Congress passed the Cap and Trade Bill, and I'm furious to say the least.  Why in the H should I have to have a federal agent enter my home to make sure it meets standards before I can sell it?  Why do my housing standards need to be the same as California's?  TN doesn't have wild fires.  I, Ginger, am not an idiot (although some may disagree).  I, Ginger, have been raised and educated by my family and much schooling to know how to make a wise decision.  If I, Ginger, decide unwisely, it is my decision; my fault; my consequences that I must face.  If I, Ginger, were to make, and continue to make poor choices, I have many friends and family, and the local police force, to hold me accountable.  We also have State governments, which are increasingly losing power.&lt;br /&gt;Note to Federal Government: Stay out of my frickin' life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-3991716583175171896?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/3991716583175171896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=3991716583175171896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3991716583175171896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3991716583175171896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-crapt-is-our-country-doing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-6515153272438070582</id><published>2009-06-27T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:35:05.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfqkMPBI/AAAAAAAAANU/4z722Yqadu0/s1600-h/100_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfqkMPBI/AAAAAAAAANU/4z722Yqadu0/s200/100_2239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352201046666787858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfUvpvTI/AAAAAAAAANM/vSaSFhjP16s/s1600-h/100_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfUvpvTI/AAAAAAAAANM/vSaSFhjP16s/s200/100_2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352201040809278770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfyeOhqI/AAAAAAAAANc/VEQfLQ-jAmI/s1600-h/100_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfyeOhqI/AAAAAAAAANc/VEQfLQ-jAmI/s200/100_2264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352201048789255842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbV6aILCLI/AAAAAAAAANE/M0ht4gY9WPc/s1600-h/100_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbV6aILCLI/AAAAAAAAANE/M0ht4gY9WPc/s200/100_2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352200406599141554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbV6FvF_mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/uhOuWuvsmYc/s1600-h/100_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbV6FvF_mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/uhOuWuvsmYc/s200/100_2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352200401125244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As of Wednesday, June 24, 2009, I am officially an aunt!!!  That's right....I will only go by "Aunt Ginger" from now on out.  ;)  It truly is a blessing, though!!  Easton Kydon Bowen was born at 8:08 p.m. and weighed 8 lbs. 8 oz.  He was 21 1/2 in. long, and has sandy colored hair.  He's healthy and beautiful, thank the Lord!!!  I love him soooo much already!  Sheena and Kydon are so excited, and will be fantastic parents.  I'm proud of them.  Just watching them in these 4 days has been fun.  I'm learning a lot for the future. :)  Thank God for babies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-6515153272438070582?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/6515153272438070582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=6515153272438070582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6515153272438070582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6515153272438070582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-of-wednesday-june-24-2009-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SkbWfqkMPBI/AAAAAAAAANU/4z722Yqadu0/s72-c/100_2239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-3705215107826822592</id><published>2009-06-07T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:10:18.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just put up some new pics....check 'em out if you want! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-3705215107826822592?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/3705215107826822592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=3705215107826822592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3705215107826822592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3705215107826822592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-put-up-some-new-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2530134453089005272</id><published>2009-04-28T18:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:43:42.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I sent in as my final report.  Hopefully it will give you a good idea as to what I did in El Salvador.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIPTION OF PEACE CORPS SERVICE&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Ranae Rowlett&lt;br /&gt;EL SALVADOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Rowlett was chosen to serve as a Rural Health and Sanitation Volunteer in El Salvador.  Upon arrival on February 7, 2007, Ginger began a ten-week pre-service training program which included instruction on sanitation infrastructure construction and participatory and health education techniques.  In addition, Ginger received intensive cultural and language training through formal classes and community immersion activities.  She lived with a Spanish-speaking host family during training, which provided her with the opportunity to practice her language skills and learn about local culture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 24, 2007 Ginger was sworn-in as a Peace Corps Volunteer and began her two-year service in Potrero de Joco, a small agricultural village with poor crop return and little health education.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger’s major work accomplishments can be divided into three main categories: youth development, health education, and infrastructure construction.  Soon after her arrival in Potrero de Joco, Ginger had formal meetings with the ADESCO (local development association) and the Mayor regarding a possible health clinic and land options.  After several months of research, bids, and ADESCO training on how to prepare a budget and solicitude, Ginger arranged for the buying of land for the future construction project.  The Mayor’s office bought the land in the name of the municipality and donated it to the community.  Although a Health Clinic was denied, the ADESCO is in the process of soliciting for a Community Center on the donated lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to assure that the community members knew of illnesses and prevention of those illnesses, Ginger formed a Women’s Health Day held once a month in her home, creating a comfortable environment for the women to ask questions and speak freely about the issues at hand.  She made 86 house visits each month to follow up on the talks given, and also to invite the women personally to the health days.  A few examples of sessions taught are: cervix cancer, breast cancer, urinary infections, yeast infections, STDs (including HIV/AIDS), diabetes, etc.  Ginger was happy to know that after two years of giving health presentations, the nearest health clinic noted an increase in gynecological visits from Potrero de Joco, the majority being young ladies under the age of 25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing a thorough census of her village, Ginger was ready to address the apparent need of a sanitary means to dispose of human waste.  She gave talks in General Assemblies on the problems of exposed waste, along with the detailed explanation of how bacteria are transferred by flies, and the dangers of stomach and intestinal infections/diseases.  After a month of preparation, the members of the village agreed to the project, and those interested signed up with a compromise to dig their own hole before December.  Ginger wrote letters to friends and family in the U.S. to sponsor the project, and with their help, along with the cooperation of the Mayor and the Ministry of Health, 34 latrines were dug and built, providing a dry and more sanitary place to use the restroom.  Along with the project, Ginger and the Ministry of Health provided training on proper latrine use and proper latrine maintenance.  According to the mid-service census, there were fewer reported cases of diarrhea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noting an ongoing need for health preventative education, as well as a need to solicit health campaigns and other projects, Ginger interviewed and selected six members of the community that showed an enthusiasm and true interest in the village’s well being to form a Health Committee.  These members were also well respected among the community, making it easier to do house visits.  Ginger focused on capacitating the members for the first four months in First Aid, Reproductive Health, CPR for adults and children, and how to give a health presentation.  The committee also received training from Intervida and Centa on child and maternal health.  The committee was quickly welcomed as health volunteers for the aforementioned organizations, and Ginger oversaw the electoral proceedings of the board of directors.  With the health committee, Ginger organized a grass-roots trash campaign to educate families on proper trash disposal, the environmental effects of waste, the respiratory infections caused by smoke, and how trash thrown on the ground calls more flies, mosquitoes, and rats: all vectors of disease.  The community reacted well to the house visits, and all participated in the cleaning of the village.  The Mayor agreed to send a garbage truck once a month for free; a first step toward a cleaner Potrero de Joco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to concentrate more on youth development, Ginger formed a girls’ softball team a couple of months after her arrival.  Using softball as an excuse, Ginger was able to give life lessons on leadership, responsibility, teamwork, and self-esteem.  Enjoying her work with the youth, Ginger met with the school director and ACE to coordinate a “Como Planear Mi Vida” (A Life Skills workbook provided by Peace Corps) class for the 9th grade.  Ginger began teaching the sessions in February of 2008, discussing topics such as how to make goals, self-esteem, how to communicate with others, sex education, reproductive health, HIV/AIDS education, interview skills, how to choose a job that’s right for you, among others.  She completed the semester with a Career Exposition for the entire “tercer ciclo” (7th, 8th, and 9th grades) with games, lunch, and prizes.  Ginger invited professionals for an afternoon to explain their career paths, and their educational history.  This proved to be a very inspirational event for the students to want to pursue their education.  Present were the Mayor, a Psychologist, a TACA flight manager, a Secretary, a Shop Owner, and a Producer/Editor/Designer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school proved to be an excellent work base, and Ginger decided to put more efforts in the school’s infrastructure problems, as well as how to provide a more exciting environment for the children and youth to want to attend their classes.  She worked hard to attain a SPA fund from USAID to re-cover the school’s roof.  The roof was extremely damaged, and the school had to close often during rainy season.  Thankfully, the Ministry of Education was able to give aid as well, and men from the community donated their labor to re-roof all of the classrooms and kitchen area.   In the midst of the roof project, Ginger was busy bringing home two computers for which she had solicited many months before that were donated by local businesses for the school’s use.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to help a young girl in 9th grade continue her education, Ginger used the WYD Peace Corps Scholarship to ensure that the young lady would have a high school education.  When the student didn’t win the scholarship the second year, Ginger initiated a community scholarship fund for young women with funds donated by friends and family in the U.S.  The scholarship gives girls with a desire to continue their studies, but without the means, the opportunity to continue their education beyond ninth grade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger also taught English to six young people interested.  The class, which met once a week for two hours, has gone from knowing nothing to being able to have a basic conversation with an English speaker.  &lt;br /&gt;After two years as a Peace Corps Volunteer in a small rural village in El Salvador, Ginger feels more aware, more courageous, and ready for whatever life presents her.  She is extremely grateful for the challenges faced, the goals met, and the failures.  The endless list of life lessons learned will undoubtedly serve her well in the future.  Not only is Ginger leaving the Peace Corps with new development skills and ideas, but also with a better understanding of human nature, and friendships that will last regardless of frontiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2530134453089005272?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2530134453089005272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2530134453089005272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2530134453089005272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2530134453089005272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-i-sent-in-as-my-final.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2800432710650454512</id><published>2009-04-28T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:32:55.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My apologies for there being such a loooooonnnngg pause between the blogs.  A lot has been going on, so....that's my excuse.  :} Ramfis and I just got back from 11 days in Guatemala.  It was really fun, and despite it being an incredibly dangerous country, thank God we were safe and enjoyed good company the entire time.  We visited Antigua, climbed Volcan Pacuaya, went to Semuc Champey, Rio Dulce, Livingston, Playa Blanca, and Esquipulus.  It was packed, but at the same time very relaxing, and I enjoyed getting away from the drama and stress of everyday Salvadoran life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, congratulations to me....I finished Peace Corps!!  I finished in March, and went to Tennessee to visit for 2 weeks, and now I'm back in El Salvador again.  It's wierd; being a former volunteer.  I've had experiences and lessons and trials that no one at home can understand, no matter how much  I try to explain.  Then, I feel wierd around the present volunteers and PC staff because I'm not "one of them" anymore, technically.  Then, I'm living in the capitol as a normal Salvadoran, but I'm clearly not.  It's like I'm half foreigner, half native.....in both countries.   The plan was to work and see how all of that goes, but I can't really do my job yet because of some asuntos.  However, I have been helping out with Ramfis' business, and organizing, planning, etc.  I'm just waiting for all to be ready for me to visit busineses and sell.  We'll see.  But, I'm also open to other options right now.  Honestly, I need some money.  I can't complain, though...God has been very generous to me, and if the life of a volunteer paid for life, how great that would be, no?!?  So, anyway, now I'm just rambling.  I am excited, though, about what's to come.  I'll be an aunt soon, will get to see all of my old friends and classmates at the 10 yr reunion, I'll dance this summer :), etc etc.  I'll be travelling through the States this summer, seeing friends and family that is long overdue!!  Then, we'll see what God has in store.  Obviously, I have my plans, but since things are apt to change in life, it's better not to tell the whole world just yet.   I'll keep you posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, before I close, I'd like to say thank you to all who have supported me in this journey.  Thanks for prayers, cards, comments, calls, packages, etc.  God has truly blessed my time in El Salvador, as well as made me a stronger person from failures and lifes' struggles.  I don't think I really understood pain before coming here, and maybe I still don't.  But, life isn't all peaches and cream.  It's hard.  Most people in the world suffer....and not just because someone's sick, or the occasional boy/girl drama.  I'm talking extreme daily suffering.  Thank God I haven't known that life, but to have seen a glimpse of it, I can appreciate it and hopefully not take my life, nor luxuries, nor necesities - for granted.    Or even better; live a full life, without necesity of luxury.  Solo Dios me puede ayudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2800432710650454512?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2800432710650454512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2800432710650454512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2800432710650454512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2800432710650454512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-apologies-for-there-being-such.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2074576785086865553</id><published>2009-02-11T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:44:10.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOktb9hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GgykTJpI3aE/s1600-h/100_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOktb9hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GgykTJpI3aE/s200/100_1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627616205993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOVgoJLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xb_wWHJrKcI/s1600-h/100_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOVgoJLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xb_wWHJrKcI/s200/100_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627612125734066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqODnbe2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0ZaAHPgccgQ/s1600-h/100_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqODnbe2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0ZaAHPgccgQ/s200/100_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627607322426210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOM74fyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LatPwuh5L5c/s1600-h/100_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOM74fyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LatPwuh5L5c/s200/100_1689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627609824132898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo for the first time in El Salvador last week.  It was kind of sad because the animals don´t have the space and environment I´d prefer for them.  Also, they looked sad.  But, there were a few areas that were well-maintained and cool.  The snake house was cool.  Some crazy looking animals.  Plus, the tigrillo is the little baby tiger that lives in the mountains of Central America.  It´s sooooo cute....like a cat.  It was a fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2074576785086865553?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2074576785086865553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2074576785086865553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2074576785086865553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2074576785086865553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-went-to-zoo-for-first-time-in-el.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMqOktb9hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GgykTJpI3aE/s72-c/100_1712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-6686761430889454747</id><published>2009-02-11T14:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:47:50.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntnEN1cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4a0vDEH6Hz4/s1600-h/100_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntnEN1cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4a0vDEH6Hz4/s200/100_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301624850879468994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntVrttRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zwdP6KRxTSY/s1600-h/100_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntVrttRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zwdP6KRxTSY/s200/100_1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301624846213297426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntPxjbuI/AAAAAAAAALw/p-jQEW6d4O4/s1600-h/100_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntPxjbuI/AAAAAAAAALw/p-jQEW6d4O4/s200/100_1675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301624844627177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntP6AOzI/AAAAAAAAALo/aU4U_pImOV4/s1600-h/100_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntP6AOzI/AAAAAAAAALo/aU4U_pImOV4/s200/100_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301624844662618930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntDqs70I/AAAAAAAAALg/vV9sEHvkfrs/s1600-h/100_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntDqs70I/AAAAAAAAALg/vV9sEHvkfrs/s200/100_1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301624841377214274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from Peace Corps!!  I got the certificate, and thank God that I´m almost done!!!  I only have one month left, and I´m a free woman!  :)  Okay, so it hasn´t been so bad, but living with my host family has burned all of the nerves I had left, and I´m running out of patience.  Plus, I´m really excited about starting a new journey here in the city of El Salvador.  I´ve been making plans for living arrangements, work ideas, getting residency together, a license, etc.  There´s much to do, but it´s all exciting.  Hopefully the Production Company that Ramfis and I are going to be running will be successful.  It makes me nervous, but at the same time it´s fun.  The thing that scares me the most is that El Salvador´s economy stinks, and I don´t know how we can make well enough to live the same as if I were in the U.S.  Granted, it´s a different country with different problems.  I just pray that God blesses our work, and also uses me here to continue serving.  Also, I hope to find a church where I can serve and grow.  I like the Catacumenal (sp?) Catholic Church where I go sometimes when I´m in the Capitol, but I´m not Catholic.  We´ll see....trusting God to provide the light on the path.  I had my COS conference where we talked about the transition back to the States.  It was a great time...on the beach, and great information.  However, everything was about moving back to the States, and I´m staying here.  So, it made me kind of want that experience of going back home.  Life is strange, isn´t it?  It throws big curves when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the first picture is the computer pick-up.  Finally, after months and months, we have 2 computers in the school!!!  It´s so exciting, and everyone´s pumped about learning.  I´m teaching basic computing classes to the teachers and the 7th - 9th grades.  Plus, we have a new roof....no more wet children and materials!!  I feel good about being able to leave those things with the students.  I´m going to try and get more compus and printers, but it will be a while before they receive them.  But, hey, 2´s better than none!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´d still really like to open up a hostel/café here or there or anywhere.  I just wish I knew more about starting up a business.  I´m looking into house prices here and location for a possible hostel.  Then, little by little it can become a restaurant/café.  We´ll see.  But, I´ve always wanted that, and if it´s here....cool.  If I move to Guatemala, I´ll do it there. If I go back home, I´ll do it there.  I may be 50 years old, but God willing I´ll have it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are so many ways to volunteer and serve here in El Salvador.  I´m praying that God shows me where he wants to use me, and how.  I think I could be a great liason between the U.S. and here for sponsorship and mission funding.  So much on my mind, and absolutely no idea where to start!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are such lovely blessings, aren´t they?!?  Sheena told me today that she´s having a baby boy! I´m so excited to be an aunt....hopefully I´ll get to be present in his life.  She said he´s really healthy and was super active in the tummy.  Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone says we´re in crisis.  But, here it´s not so different.  We´re always in crisis.  I just hope that because we use the dollar that here they won't up the prices on everything again.  I don´t know how the average person survives in the towns and cities.  The cost of living is 7 times more than the pay scale.  It´s serious here.  I wish people would notice and start to make waves about the condition of life in El Salvador.  I know all over the world, there is crisis and people suffering.  But, I think the U.S. has more of a responsibility with ES because this country is basically sold to the U.S.....the banks, the government, the money, the businesses, etc.  I know it´s ES´s leaders´fault for the situation, but we could help them out since we like to use them so much for our benefit.  They went to war for us....the only Latin American country to do that.  They need a change.  I, living here, need to see a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-6686761430889454747?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/6686761430889454747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=6686761430889454747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6686761430889454747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6686761430889454747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-graduated-from-peace-corps-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SZMntnEN1cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4a0vDEH6Hz4/s72-c/100_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-5856562424368176601</id><published>2008-12-12T20:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:01:07.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWufZz_YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lnnYZc6Slxc/s1600-h/100_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWufZz_YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lnnYZc6Slxc/s200/100_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088176167910786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWt33NccI/AAAAAAAAALI/Onucf2TqjME/s1600-h/100_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWt33NccI/AAAAAAAAALI/Onucf2TqjME/s200/100_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088165553795522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWtl4AsnI/AAAAAAAAALA/98H8P6sRTCs/s1600-h/100_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWtl4AsnI/AAAAAAAAALA/98H8P6sRTCs/s200/100_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088160725316210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWtDf_ZeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hXmR0p61Y80/s1600-h/100_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWtDf_ZeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hXmR0p61Y80/s200/100_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088151497762274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWusWsjjI/AAAAAAAAALY/jWixNldLUWM/s1600-h/100_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWusWsjjI/AAAAAAAAALY/jWixNldLUWM/s200/100_1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088179644501554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Thanksgiving!!!  I´m so thankful for how I was able to spend Thanksgiving this year.  A group of 7 volunteers and I cooked in a hostel on the beach.  It was fabulous, and then we had a bonfire on the beach in the night.  It was sentimental, and delicious!  I missed my family, but it was a very good sit-in. Plus, this year I got to go to the Carnaval of El Salvador.  It was okay, although I wouldn´t want to be in the push and shove again.  But, the music was good.  Next year I think I´ll only go for the rides. :)  Also, I recieved VERY good news recently....I´m going to be an Aunt!!!  :)  I´m so excited!!  Sheena´s pregnant and due in June, so I´ll get to be there, God willing, for all of the excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas is around the corner, I´m a bit saddened about not being home, but really I´m getting excited about the local plans.  We´re going to make the best out of it.  The kids and I have been making paper ornaments, and the other day I bought little lights...we have a small pine needle tree outside our door, so we´ve been decorating that tree.  It´s fun.  Plus, I´ve been practicing Christmas songs on my keyboard, concocting dessert recipes to cook for my neighbors, and we´ve planned a small Christmas party with our Health Committee.  We´re going to exchange gifts and everything!!  Yeah!  So, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!  Hugs and Kisses, and will write more around Christmas time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-5856562424368176601?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/5856562424368176601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=5856562424368176601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5856562424368176601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5856562424368176601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-thanksgiving-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SUMWufZz_YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lnnYZc6Slxc/s72-c/100_1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4408399178454723996</id><published>2008-10-22T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:30:51.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn Bliss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I apologize for the delay in writing...but, it was either for a lack of activity, or too much!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170917789881570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SP_hlIS01OI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aYhFWI5vbQ0/s200/Ginger+Home+October+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170893683288242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SP_hjufXaLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/P64Pep0Ncmc/s200/Ginger+Home+October+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here on my last night in the USA before I go back to The Savior (ES). It's been a fantastic vacation at home, and I've enjoyed every second of it!! I got to have a weenie roast, eat lots and lots (gained 8 lbs...seriously), go on a hayride, through a corn maze, and pick pumpkins, then carve a pumpkin, ride the 4-wheeler with dad, talk politics, laze around on my big comfy couch, talk with friends, go shopping, eat Thai food, go to cafes, take hot showers...etc etc. It's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home, I realized how much I love where I'm from. Before, I always wanted to get as far away from Greenfield as possible, but now I truly appreciate the small town charm with warm people. Plus, it's clean! hahaha. Maybe someday I'll end up closer to home than I ever imagined. I hope so. Also, Bethel Baptist's pastor is really awesome. He's so easy to talk with...like a normal person, you know? It's refreshing. Also, his wife's amazing!! She barely knows me, but is the most consistent person next to my mom that sends me packages and cards in the mail. Plus, I was aware that people are growing here. That's really nice to see. It makes me want to eventually settle down and invest in a community wholeheartedly to actually see the fruits of seeds planted in many years. So far in my life, I haven't stayed in one place longer than 2.5 years!! (other than college). So, maybe one day I'll actually throw my butterfly wings off and "just be". Or not. Even writing this, those wings begin to flit. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4408399178454723996?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4408399178454723996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4408399178454723996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4408399178454723996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4408399178454723996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-i-apologize-for-delay-in-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SP_hlIS01OI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aYhFWI5vbQ0/s72-c/Ginger+Home+October+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-6515220491278105422</id><published>2008-08-26T17:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:36:44.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238943003160681218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SLR2533pGwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r9e5JUVZbNo/s200/Ginger+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This weekend has been all about Birthdays!! Mine, Ester's, Ramfis', and Gladys'. Lots of fun, and lots of work!! We had a blast, though. There was wine, there was cake, there was pizza, there were balloons, there was pink, there were fireworks, there were paper crowns, there were police (see fireworks above) ;), there was laughter, there was chocolate, and lots and lots of chicken!! The day before and of the Quinceanera, I and all of the other women, were killing, plucking, cleaning, and cooking 80 chickens. Then, there was the cleaning, the decorating, cooking and preparing for rice and salad, for tortillas, ice for soft drinks, etc. Needless to say, we didn't sleep much, and we were pooped!! Ester looked beautiful, though...and everything went smoothly. They had a small church service where they focus on her, and then the lunch and cake and presents down at our house. She seemed happy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238943038492141714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SLR277fUaJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nRgBdyqY3Gw/s200/Ginger+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238943011341616050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SLR26WWIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/NQSEaOXBnQU/s200/Ginger+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, Ramfis, Gladys, Armando and I left for the beach to have some fun in the sun and do some relaxing and chatting. It was so great!! Then, on Sunday I had planned a surprise party for Ramfis, and that went perfectly!! He was totally surprised, and loved it! Plus, we got the pizzzas for free because they came late...how cool is that??! I made a chocolate cake, and we had the house all decorated. His friends are amazing...they really helped out a lot, and it's evident how much they care for him. Then, tonight is another suprise party for Gladys. More eating...mmm, this is why I'm getting fat, I guess. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238943042628803538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SLR28K5k29I/AAAAAAAAAH4/_UzsjzsMBGA/s200/Ginger+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238943000684185330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SLR25upMxvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZMeX1K1EogM/s200/Ginger+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, these have been crazy and fun days that I wish I could repeat tomorrow, but back to the real world of beans and eggs!! hahaha. I like it though. Hopefully this week will be productive. In the meantime, Happy Birthday to all of the August Peeps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-6515220491278105422?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/6515220491278105422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=6515220491278105422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6515220491278105422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6515220491278105422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-weekend-has-been-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SLR2533pGwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r9e5JUVZbNo/s72-c/Ginger+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-5769696114375633856</id><published>2008-08-20T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:11:06.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! Hahahaha...that´s ´right...I´m now a whopping 27 years old. It´s hard to believe, I know. :) Anyway, I´d just like to take this time to thank God and my family and friends for making these years fun, adventurous, valuable, and beautiful. I´m truly blessed, and I thank God for allowing me to know so much beauty in my 27 years. Also, to show me sadness and misery so that I can truly appreciate His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to another year of vida, Ramfis and I just had our 1 year of being a couple. We went to a fair and had a nice dinner...it was fun, and I can´t believe it´s been a year already!! Then again, it seems like longer. I´m truly blessed to have him in my life as well...not only as a super fun partner in crime (hahaha) j/k, but as an example of how I´d like to be. In this life, we cross paths with many people, and some truly make an impact and are worth getting to know. I´m thankful that I´ve trapped the heart of one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting how blessed I am!!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-5769696114375633856?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/5769696114375633856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=5769696114375633856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5769696114375633856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5769696114375633856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-1331979547310938687</id><published>2008-08-14T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:39:20.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I just got back from an amazing trip to Antigua, Guatemala.  It´s soooo beautiful there!  And it surprised me how distinct it is from El Salvador, just 4 hours away.  An invisible line draws a great cultural difference.  For instance, in Guatemala they still have tons of native dialects and languages.  I was fortunate enough to overhear several indigenous speaking in their own tongue, and it fascinated me!  In addition, they still wear their typical dress (even the young people).  They aren´t ashamed of their heritage, their culture, or their past.  There are so many colors in every corner, proudly boasting their ability in the arts.  I´m not sad to be in El Salvador, but it just saddens me that they don´t have the same.  The history of the country has created a country ashamed of its own people, own color, and own culture.  They are "igualados" for the most part, trying to be "American" instead of "Salvadoran".  However, part of it isn´t their own fault.  Masacres and wars and mistreatment of the natives left for little to tell the story, or teach their way of life and lingo.  There are still parts in Santa Ana that have salvaged some heritage, but it just hit me hard on my trip the scarcity of culture in this Latin American country.  To some, this is the most developed country because it´s model is the USA, 100%.  However, I don´t think true development is denying your past and identity.  Not much they can do now, except tell their story.  Hopefully soon the heroes of the nation will be those that gave their lives, not those who took them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was way too much information!!  But, anyway, the trip was fantastic!  I got to eat cookies, Thai food, drink really good lattes and wine, see art, etc.  It´s a great place to visit...you should go.  And, while you´re there, hop on over to see me and beautiful ES as well!!!  xoxoxo Until next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-1331979547310938687?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/1331979547310938687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=1331979547310938687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1331979547310938687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1331979547310938687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-just-got-back-from-amazing-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4577280605931320613</id><published>2008-07-04T14:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:09:28.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5ykPk-DcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t-UDI7z2MUw/s1600-h/in+pickup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219234985151434178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5ykPk-DcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t-UDI7z2MUw/s200/in+pickup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 4th of July!! I do feel blessed to be from the U.S., and yet feel a bit bad because it wasn´t my choice to be wealthy, nor to have freedom to worship, nor to have a good house, plenty to eat, cars, a fabulous family, technology, clean water, education, dreams, freedom to travel all over the world without someone telling me no...you can´t come in. So many suffer in this world, and we´re unaware because we are so blessed with who is around us and the luxuries we see as the normal way of life. God Bless America, and God Bless the World...may we be more generous and look beyond ourselves to do as Abraham was commanded to do...Bless as you are Blessed!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50bJ3iivI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vOuIZ05bFeo/s1600-h/Imagen+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237028023143154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50bJ3iivI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vOuIZ05bFeo/s200/Imagen+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50cFAofHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uEEXXRGRlHM/s1600-h/Imagen+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237043898973298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50cFAofHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uEEXXRGRlHM/s200/Imagen+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50be7KHEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XF50uu-BylE/s1600-h/eating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237033675463746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50be7KHEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XF50uu-BylE/s200/eating.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219234962553236418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5yi7ZI68I/AAAAAAAAAF4/soRsb29qW40/s200/Imagen+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., so now to more of a what´s been going on blog...My parents and Logan just left a couple of days ago, and we passed a marvelous 12 days together!! It was so much fun, and so great to see them. They did really well "roughing it" for 4 days in my village, even with bats flying and scorpions on the walls!! I was proud of how they reacted, even though my mom cacooned herself in a hammock. Poor things...they didn´t get much sleep for those 4 days!! They had new adventures, though! Logan was so cute because he was really good with the kids, and all of them were teaching him how to hit on girls in Spanish. It was hilarious! What was even funnier is that he was quite the little Romeo...catching all of the girls´eyes, and throwing his own comments and flirty glances as well. My little bubba´s growing up!!! : ( Then, we went travelling through the west side of the country. We saw volcanoes, lakes, oceans, coral reefs, fish, malls, hotels, cows (ask my mom about that one...she´s awwwed by all of the cows on the roads), landscape views, lightning storms, sunrises, food fairs, dolphins, tortoises, live music, etc. It was a blast, and it was sad to see them go. They met Ramfis and he met them for the first time, and thankfully, they all liked each other a lot! It all felt really comftorable for me and I was relieved that everything went so smoothly. My parents gave their blessing and "persmission" or consent for us to continue dating. It was sweet because he asked them for that and it was this big beautiful translated conversation about our relationship, the challenges and the things working in our favor, etc. The parental units appreciated the respectfulness, and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50bpWbdmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QmX4kj2BAe0/s1600-h/themen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219237036474201698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG50bpWbdmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QmX4kj2BAe0/s200/themen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219234966930150562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5yjLsrVKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pVVno2k6KSo/s200/car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219234973273601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5yjjVEtCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2B9Gi9ZfShU/s200/Imagen+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219234951003435490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5yiQXc8eI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QB8Jc6QXQp4/s200/dad+with+fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Jen got robbed, tricked by a school, and really really sick, so she went home. I feel so bad that her experience was much less than desirable, but hopefully something good will come out of the bad. I already miss her and my family, though. So, pray for her recooperation. And please pray for my patience and strength. I don´t want to go back to my canton right now, so emotionally I´m a bit messed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big shout out and thank you to Mrs. Tammy Perkins, the Porters, Mrs. Sherri Worley, Mrs. Jackie Pentecost, Mee Maw, and Nanny and Grandaddy for all of the goodies that you sent. I was and am much appreciative!!! Love you and thanks again! XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4577280605931320613?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4577280605931320613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4577280605931320613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4577280605931320613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4577280605931320613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-i-do-feel-blessed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/SG5ykPk-DcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t-UDI7z2MUw/s72-c/in+pickup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4172111568098470384</id><published>2008-06-09T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:34:19.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It´s been a while!!  It´s rainy season here, although the supposed strong hurricane made not even a dent where I live.  We didn´t even have strong winds, praise God!!  Just rain.  I love the rain, because with it comes a nice cool temperature...a welcome change to the stealthing heat.  Also, it brings my family!!!  That´s right...just 2 weeks left, and my mom, my dad, and Logan will be here in The Savior to brighten my days!!  Also, my friend Jen comes again next week!!  She´ll be studying here for a month, so I´ll have a best friend here somewhat close to me...so cool, right???  Other new news is that I now have a puppy.  He´s black and cute, but I´m not really a dog person.  So, I´m learning.  I like him cuz he´s cute, but I just don´t like when he jumps up on me.  He´s being spoiled because I bathe him every week, and he gets real dog food.  The older dogs are jealous, I think, and sometimes they´re snobby to him.  But, poco a poco they´re accepting him.  (You can see pics of him to the right of this page in My Pics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work´s going well, I think.  I´m giving classes twice a week...one in English and the other in Life Skills (sexual education, goal making, etc.).  I enjoy those classes.  Then, our school´s getting 2 computers next month, and hopefully a new roof due to some soliciting.  We have our first Health Committee formed, and they´re still in training right now, but we´ll be starting a Trash Campaign soon.  Hopefully all will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I miss home a lot, but also enjoy my one day to the pueblo every week.  I miss my church, but this weekend I´m going to the Capitol, so hopefully Ramfis and I will get to go. &lt;br /&gt;My haír´s gotten so long!  I want to put blond highlights in it again, so maybe in a couple of months I´ll do that.  If plane tickets aren´t too too bad, I might even go home in October.  We´ll see.  But, basically everything´s going well.  It´s just hard sometimes expecting the people around me to treat me like my family and friends treat me back home, and expecting my norm to be their norm.  It doesn´t work that way, and there truly is a cultural difference.  It´s taken a year for me to realize how drastic that difference is, but it´s a learning experience, right?  Thankfully, I have Ramfis and I have my volunteer friends.  Also, my peeps that keep in touch from the US.  Thanks!!  Well, take care, and until next time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4172111568098470384?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4172111568098470384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4172111568098470384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4172111568098470384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4172111568098470384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while-its-rainy-season-here.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4370453146921934389</id><published>2008-04-24T14:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:01:12.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitors'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It´s been a lovely and crazy April here in El Salvador!!  Jen came...fabulous!! I had mid-service medicals....not so fabulous, but time with Ramfis!!! And Alison came....fabulous!!!  So, basically, I haven´t been much in my site; although great things have happened.  We had a Professional Exposicion that was a large success at the school with 7th, 8th, and 9th grades; yesterday we had our first tranining\meeting with the very new Health Committee; and started up English classes again.  So, I´ve been busy, and I´ve been happy.  Having friends come and see and experience my life is so rewarding and refreshing.  It´s nice for people to understand, you know?  Also, it was great that they got to meet Ramfis, and vice versa.  He was such a great host, and thankfully he hit it off with the girls (no big surprise).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4370453146921934389?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4370453146921934389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4370453146921934389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4370453146921934389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4370453146921934389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-lovely-and-crazy-april-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4344087037990141613</id><published>2008-03-29T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:50:51.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've realized a sad yet profound reality about my present situation. I've become more selfish. It's true. The other day I was thinking about everything, and I realized that although I came to El Salvador with the mentality to serve and give of myself, it has caused a backlash of self absorption. Let me explain....Since my comforts have been taken away, everytime I go to the capitol, I'm thinking about what I can eat, where I can go, etc. I want to buy my $5 hamburger meal, or whatever, so I end up spending more money. Then, sometimes I want to buy a shirt or something, yet I barely recognize the homeless in my bee-line to the shopping centers. Every now and then, I give my quarter. But a quarter?? I seriously think to myself, "I can't give more than that cuz I need to save to buy ice cream later." Hello!! I've become crazy!! Also, my Salvadoran family I know would appreciate me buying them something every now and then, but I'm just too selfish to spend my money that way after buying groceries for us. Not only financially, but just with thoughts in general, I've become very me-focused. I don't like it, and I find it ironic because all of you at home are singing my praises (which you shouldn't by the way) for being selfless and sacrificing for others and joining the Peace Corps because I think of others before myself. (I'm just saying things I've heard) But, I feel the opposite!!! So, please pray for me and I'll be praying for a change as well. However, that's also become a trend; to pray to God all about me and what concerns me and me making wise decisions and me being filled with the Spirit, and me me me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thanks for letting me confess online for all to see. Have a blessed day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Last week was Fabulous!! Jen came and visited. We had so much fun....jumping waterfalls, making records by the way, for being the first women to jump!!, swimming in the river, seeing street art for Semana Santa, chasing chickens, picking mangoes, eating jocotes, riding on buses, seeing beauty everywhere, and not sleeping from talking so much!! It was just what I needed....great!! Look at the pics on my kodak site!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183237839764015602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R-6PWnF_SfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-cn9aJwCiSQ/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4344087037990141613?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4344087037990141613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4344087037990141613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4344087037990141613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4344087037990141613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-realized-sad-yet-profound-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R-6PWnF_SfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-cn9aJwCiSQ/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-3188142583009309566</id><published>2008-02-26T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:22:50.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I´VE BEEN TAGGED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;(1) Link to the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here are the six quirky things about myself...hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to pop zits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am constantly counting numbers or spelling letters with my hands, or feet, or butt, or something.  Basically, I´m never completely still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In addition, sometimes when I´m thinking, I´m typing the words in my mind, or even worst...sometimes texting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I get scared to go to bed if I´m the only one in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I do one thing with my right hand\foot, I have to do it with my left.  For instance, move a toe or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I always say I´m giving up sodas and coffee, but I never do.  It´s bad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag Casey, Heather, Allison, Jenny, Aunt Debbie, Ramfis.  Can´t wait to hear your quirks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-3188142583009309566?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/3188142583009309566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=3188142583009309566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3188142583009309566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3188142583009309566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-tagged-here-are-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-418969626902693157</id><published>2008-02-11T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:02:33.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It´s River Time!!! This is my first full summer here in El Salvador, and I´m excited because it´s almost jocote and mango season! Right now we´re eating them green, and they´re alright. But, I can´t wait until the end of this month when everything´s ripe!! Yummy! Due to the hot hot weather, every weekend we´ve been to the river to swim....a different part of the river each time, I might add. There´s an abundance of places to cool off. The only downer is having to hike back up the hill to get home afterward. :} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165784317358551138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R7CNd5ZwsGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p3uYK5nxJoA/s320/Imagen+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, February´s already been really busy. I went and translated for an eye campaign in San Miguel for 2 days...super cool. Hard work, but it´s worth it. It gave me an immediate gratification of knowing that I´ve helped someone, and can see it on their faces. I don´t get tha very often in the PC. Our work is more long-term. Who knows if I´ll ever even see the results of my 2 years of labor!!!! I saw the pics of Union University, my alma mater, and heard the news of the tornadoes and the clean up. I remember that whenever the Tsunami hit in Indonesia, and later the Hurricane in the South, is what got me thinking about going into the Peace Corps, or something to that nature. The irony is that here I don´t feel like I´m doing much good, and now that there´s a natural emergency in my own home, I can´t help!!! Craziness. Well, I can pray. And I appreciate my sister and brother-in-law, and others that are making an effort and sacrifice to help with the after effects of the storm. Maybe someday I´ll get to serve in that way....or better yet, not cuz I don´t want to wish for more natural disasters!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plucked and cleaned and everything my first duck this month. That was interesting. There´s a pic for ya in kodak. Also, had my first tarantula in my house. Lots of fun stuff happening!! This week´s the town´s festivals. So, I´m going with a couple of girlfriends to Estanzuelas to dance a bit and to eat fair food and ride the ferris wheel. It will be fun, but afterward everyone´s going to be upset with me for going....it´s sinful afterall!!! :} hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-418969626902693157?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/418969626902693157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=418969626902693157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/418969626902693157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/418969626902693157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-river-time-this-is-my-first-full.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R7CNd5ZwsGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/p3uYK5nxJoA/s72-c/Imagen+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-363662749892687707</id><published>2008-01-23T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:38:52.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this post is late, but I wanted you all to see how much fun I had on New Year´s 2007/2008! I was in San Salvador with Ramfis and his family, and my welcome back to ES present was to help paint their living room...hahaha, it was fun cuz I love to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158694271043213554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5ddG4pfmPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FFiWG3VU2XI/s320/Ginger+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158694279633148162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5ddHYpfmQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ltzhA_TwOVg/s320/Ginger+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158694288223082770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5ddH4pfmRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-RgfndGXKko/s320/Ginger+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 31st we went to the volcano of San Salvador´s crater. It´s huge, and that was so much fun. Then, on the way back we stopped at this small fair in a village and bought some corn on the cob and overlooked the city and all of it´s lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158695563828369698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5deSIpfmSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QeGsPSTbbUM/s320/Ginger+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158695568123337010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5deSYpfmTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/axFkk8-X1XA/s320/Ginger+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158695576713271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5deS4pfmUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/buLXfXlVXwo/s320/Ginger+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158695585303206226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5deTYpfmVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KWwXGFWmm4c/s320/Ginger+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went with the kids to buy fireworks ( large selection), which everyone does for New Year´s. After we ate tacos as a family, at midnight everyone gave hugs, and then we shot off firecrackers, along with everyone else in the country (it sounded like a war!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158696603210455394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5dfOopfmWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UuDKUs978Tg/s320/Ginger+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158696611800390002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5dfPIpfmXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jM-nc3_Hxvk/s320/Ginger+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, around 1:30 Ramfis and I went dancing until 5:30 am. Needless to say, the next morning became the afternoon. We didn´t wake up until like 4p.m.!! It was a great New Year´s because I was able to spend it with someone I love and also experience what it´s like to celebrate in another country!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-363662749892687707?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/363662749892687707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=363662749892687707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/363662749892687707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/363662749892687707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-this-post-is-late-but-i-wanted-you.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R5ddG4pfmPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FFiWG3VU2XI/s72-c/Ginger+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-9198994422165925834</id><published>2007-12-25T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:54:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FBsaAOI1I/AAAAAAAAADo/JVTtPQKIzes/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+(87).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147968080211485522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FBsaAOI1I/AAAAAAAAADo/JVTtPQKIzes/s200/Christmas+2007+(87).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FDEaAOI4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/bN9Sk051lkU/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+(106).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147969592039973762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FDEaAOI4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/bN9Sk051lkU/s200/Christmas+2007+(106).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147967629239919426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FBSKAOI0I/AAAAAAAAADg/vdkCTYZokWc/s200/Christmas+2007+(133).JPG" border="0" /&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD!!! "For unto us a child is born...." Well, it's that time of year again, and I feel so blessed to be able and spend this Christmas again with all of my family. It's been more than fabulous being in TN again and around everyone....not to mention this way of life. But, yesterday was really special. We had Christmas with my MeeMaw and Dad's brother and family, and we got an extremely overwhelming gift. Then, for the first time, my dad, mom, Sheena, Kydon, Logan, and I went to the Methodist Church in downtown Jackson and had communion together. I loved it because it was a great way to put focus on Christ, and it gave us a still moment to pray and just reflect in quiet ( a huge change from the normal hustle and bustle ). At our church, we had a candlelight service Sunday night, but no communion, and there's never anything for us on Christmas Eve. I don't know why...it kind of bothers me because that's the #1 thing I'd want to do on CE. I like how most Catholic churches have a midnight service. It's so reverant. Anyway, then, today for Christmas, my parents surprised me with an electric keyboard to take back with me to ES!!! I'm so excited, but I'm not sure how I'm going to get everything back because I have gifts for my friends and fam in El Salvador too. Plus, clothes that I found in my closet that I want to take back....it's going to be a challenge, but I shall prevail!!!! (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FC0qAOI3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hh4UmARA9lQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2007+(53).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147969321457034098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FC0qAOI3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hh4UmARA9lQ/s200/Christmas+2007+(53).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this week it's been so great seeing old friends and catching up. Also, family that I don't always talk to, but when I do it's like we never missed a beat. I love that!! Also, it's been nice being in church and being able to worship and be in fellowship without so much skepticism in my heart. Overall, I've thoroughly enjoyed being back home, and it makes it difficult to go back. However, I do have one thing/person keeping me excited to return...Ramfis! Thankfully, I'll be spending New Year's Eve with him and his family. Well, hope everyone else's Christmas was fantastic!! Let's remember to pray for the poor and homeless, and to be cheerful givers!!!Once again, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147969871212848018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FDUqAOI5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z5KIIEq3WXM/s200/Christmas+2007+(91).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147970390903890850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FDy6AOI6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gW1ekETaFlQ/s200/Christmas+2007+(83).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-9198994422165925834?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/9198994422165925834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=9198994422165925834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/9198994422165925834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/9198994422165925834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-navidad-for-unto-us-child-is-born.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R3FBsaAOI1I/AAAAAAAAADo/JVTtPQKIzes/s72-c/Christmas+2007+(87).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-3167468809195655226</id><published>2007-12-18T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:18:29.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hG6qAOIxI/AAAAAAAAADI/BaZXnwx_FII/s1600-h/Ginger+comes+home+2007+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145440547792364306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hG6qAOIxI/AAAAAAAAADI/BaZXnwx_FII/s200/Ginger+comes+home+2007+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hGvKAOIwI/AAAAAAAAADA/L37uAdwrick/s1600-h/Ginger+comes+home+2007+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145440350223868674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hGvKAOIwI/AAAAAAAAADA/L37uAdwrick/s200/Ginger+comes+home+2007+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hFnqAOIvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/supVXa0q4l8/s1600-h/Ginger+comes+home+2007+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145439121863222002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hFnqAOIvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/supVXa0q4l8/s200/Ginger+comes+home+2007+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hDtKAOItI/AAAAAAAAACo/qfeCDnEv5zM/s1600-h/Ginger+comes+home+2007+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145437017329246930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hDtKAOItI/AAAAAAAAACo/qfeCDnEv5zM/s200/Ginger+comes+home+2007+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HOME!!! I got in Friday night to the airport like around 10 p.m., and then drove to Knoxville. We got there around 2 am their time, and had to wake up at 6 am for the graduation!! I was super tired, but the great thing is that at 7 we had breakfast in the hotel, and I got to see all of my family at once! My grandparents, uncles, cousins...so overwhelming but fun!!!! Sheena's graduation was of course boring, but she looked beautiful, and she's so excited to be done...I'm proud of her. She's already got a full time job lined up that she enjoys. It's right up her alley, and I think it will be a good start for her career-wise. My brother's huge, and I couldn't believe how tall he is and how much he's thinned out. Plus, he's really sweet and sarcastic. He's fun to be around......and he's into girls. I mean, I know he should be, but it's just wierd. Something else wierd is that I'm officially the smallest person in our family. Seriously, I go from being the green giant, and feeling large, to feeling short and skinny!! I love it! :) Everyone says I'm so thin, where as just last week my Salvadoran family was telling me that I've gained weight and that I'm "gordita." So funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145439117568254690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hFnaAOIuI/AAAAAAAAACw/YIAhUe37kLs/s200/Ginger+comes+home+2007+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The food hasn't settled well with me since being back, but I'm lovin' gettin' to eat the stuff!! Also, love my hot showers and clean bathrooms. Also, love the chocolate and all of the back scratches!! Also, love knowing what everyone's saying 100% of the time!! Also, love the cold weather and this Christmas season!! Also, love getting to drive! (Aussie still runs fabulously) Also, love having all of these clothes in my closet!!! It's like Christmas....oh wait, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;Christmas!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, it's great being home, even though it's wierd. I broke down at an Italian restaurant Sat. night. I was deliriously tired, and emotional. So, Sheena and I started laughing about something, and that turned into me sobbing at the table. Craziness. But, it felt good to let it all out.  Oh, and p.s., I colored my hair!  It's a lot darker.  I like the change...it makes me feel more sophisticated. :)  I'll put a pic on later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-3167468809195655226?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/3167468809195655226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=3167468809195655226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3167468809195655226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3167468809195655226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-home-i-got-in-friday-night-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/R2hG6qAOIxI/AAAAAAAAADI/BaZXnwx_FII/s72-c/Ginger+comes+home+2007+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4774066206153540494</id><published>2007-11-30T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:11:06.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is gonna be crazy, and I love it!!!  So, today I have a meeting with Intervida to discuss the possibility of them funding our clinic.  Then, tomorrow I´m going craft shopping with Ramfis in a town that´s known for handmade artisan work.  Then, Mon. Don Ezequiel and I are going to Morazan to bring the letrine pieces to the canton, where we´ll start that project.  Then, Tues. the same man and I are going to request a letter from the health clinic in the pueblo saying that we need a clinic in Potrero de Joco, so that we can go the the Ministry of Health and get a contract saying they´ll give us medicines and a nurse if we build the clinic.  Then, on Wed. I´m giving that women´s health day again, where we focus on Diabetes this time.  Then, Fri. an all English day (it´s gonna be fun with lots of activities and food and everything), and then Sun. and Mon., I´m going to some island to translate for a medical campaign coming through.  Then, the 13th we have this huge community party, and the 14th I´m on a plane to TN!!!!  I´m glad that things are so busy, and can´t belive I only lack 2 weeks ´til I see my family and some friends!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I went to this remote town called Ojeo.  Basically, it´s in the middle of nowhere, and we had to bathe and wash clothes and dishes in the river.  I thanked God that I don´t have to live that way.  Of course, I enjoyed the adventure for a couple of days, but for a way of living...no spankyou.  But, my little sister Ana was beautiful in her big pink dress, and she got tons of gifts.  These people live it up for the 15th b-day!  Tons of food, cake, cokes, decorations, unnecessary expenses, but it was fun.  It was a church service because since they´re evangelicals, they can´t have a dance.  But, they invited this cool worship-praise group to play and sing.  They did a lot of salsa and cumbia style songs, and I was bee-boppin´in my chair in the church.  My family made fun of me, but I was like, whatever, it´s good music!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4774066206153540494?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4774066206153540494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4774066206153540494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4774066206153540494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4774066206153540494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-week-is-gonna-be-crazy-and-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2239642089272918559</id><published>2007-11-20T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:23:16.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is really fun right now because Nov. and Dec. are full of cosas!  I´m preparing to go to a Quinciniera this week, after going to a North American family´s house for a Thanksgiving meal on Thurs. Then, to ¨Carnival¨in San Miguel to see the wild side of this country...hahaha. Then, very soon, the second week of Dec. we´re having a party\dance in my canton, the day before I leave for the U.S. Then, I´ll be there in the gran Norte for 2 weeks. Plus, we´re starting the letrine project.  So, I´m pretty busy right now, but mainly just with thoughts of travel.  We were supposed to go to the Marine Ball this past weekend, but the peeps didn´t buy the tickets in time, so instead I just hung out with Ramfis in the captiol.  It was fun times, and I got so excited like a little kid because San Salvador´s decorated for Christmas, and they were playing Christmas songs in English in the shopping centers.  Also, we popped popcorn, and I bought M&amp;amp;Ms to put in it, and we watched a movie...after eating Pizza Hut.  I sound so United Statesy, right?!?  It´s so funny how the little things in life bring such joy.  For instance, last night it rained for the first time in a while because now we´ve entered summer.  It made me so happy to see the rain, and smell it, and feel the bit of cool air that it brought, as well as how it tamed all of the dust in the air.  So, thank God for the small gifts we receive each day...smiles, hugs, kind words, sunsets, rain, a free entry to the market bathroom, an unexpected trip to the cyber cafe, etc. etc.   Ahhh, feels good to take time and appreciate life. I don´t do that often enough.  I´ve become a worrier, I think.  Or maybe just an anxious person.  It comes with this job...always conscious of the future, as well as trying to make everyone possible happy.  It´s tiring, and I pray God can allow me to feel peace and tranquility again.  I like being mellow.  It´s healthier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2239642089272918559?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2239642089272918559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2239642089272918559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2239642089272918559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2239642089272918559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-really-fun-right-now-because.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-9144253066348173528</id><published>2007-11-05T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:13:57.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Ramfis came and visited this weekend because he had vacation for the holiday, Dia de Los Muertos.  I was extremely excited, but nervous because it isn´t &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; my home, so I wasn´t sure how to host.  Also, I didn´t know how they would all treat him since he has an earring in his eyebrow...however, the nerves went fast.  Everyone loved him, of course, because he´s super great with the people, and the kids wouldn´t give us time alone!!  He was a hit with them.  Saturday we all hiked to the waterfall...we were the first to go since July.  It was very different from all of the storms, and very shallow with like this new little island in the middle of the waterbed...not quite as beautiful, but still fun and to me pretty!  Then, our pig gave birth to 7 little piglets, and our cat killed a chicken, so we got to eat it; that was a nice treat.  A very active, yet relaxing weekend, and now I´m ready for 2 weeks of work!!!  It´s super hard to focus, though, because I just think about Dec. and how I´m gonna go home soon.  It feels a bit like senioritis!!!  :) hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-9144253066348173528?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/9144253066348173528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=9144253066348173528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/9144253066348173528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/9144253066348173528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-ramfis-came-and-visited-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-5179283610112062246</id><published>2007-10-31T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:44:39.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out this salsa dancing.....well, it´s a mix of samba and salsa, but a great routine...enjoy and marvel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=4590290"&gt;salsa de Cali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" width="430" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="m=4590290&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;amp;videoid=4590290&amp;amp;title=salsa"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-5179283610112062246?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/5179283610112062246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=5179283610112062246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5179283610112062246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5179283610112062246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-this-salsa-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2611261147486591385</id><published>2007-10-31T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:24:43.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was soooo much fun!! I went to my friend, Maria´s going away party because she´s getting married and moving to Ecuador. We had good food, good company, and good times! Plus, I got to go shopping because my mom sent me my card! Yeh! Also, went to the beach for a PC conference....a blast! I met a really cool chick who also went to L.A. Mosaic!! We were so excited to find another believer!! Then, Fri. night I got to go Salso dancing - like for real! The guys were really good, and you couldn´t wipe the smile off of my face! A live band too! I think I´m gonna try and go atleast once every 2 months. Then, I got to spend a very fabulous Saturday with Ramfis...we had tortas, walked around Santa Tecla (this really cute town that has lots of personality and great street vendors) eating fruit off of the street, watched a movie (in English), and just chilled at his parents´house drinking coffee and eating sweet bread. Great times. Seriously, I had so much fun. Then, this week, our softball team won, we´re on the ball with the sale of the land for the clinic, and everything´s on track mas o menos. Mrs. Sherri Worley sent me some yummy yummy yummy chocolate oatmeal cookies and these peanut butter chocolate things. They´re so good that I´m gonna be putting on some pounds!! hahaha. But, seriously, great stuff...and who knew you could mail such things?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=4279305"&gt;Mad TV - Miss Swan At The Drive Thru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" width="430" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="m=4279305&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a laugh or two!!!  Miss these sketches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;amp;videoid=4279305&amp;amp;title=Mad"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2611261147486591385?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2611261147486591385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2611261147486591385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2611261147486591385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2611261147486591385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-weekend-was-soooo-much-fun-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-7950869047693372128</id><published>2007-10-24T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:28:05.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dj424nu95vk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;West Coast Swing....My Favorite Dance!! Isn't it cool and beautiful?!?!? I miss it! I wonder how this year's "So You Think You Can Dance" competitors are doing. Oh well, in case you didn't notice, I have a new blog design! Lovin' it!!! Hope you do too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-7950869047693372128?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/7950869047693372128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=7950869047693372128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7950869047693372128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7950869047693372128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-640209387478363060</id><published>2007-10-15T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:16:36.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick little story to give glory to my God...the night before last, my knees were hurting really badly (something I´ve had since childhood), and I didn´t want to get out of bed to take an ibuprofen. So, I said to God, ¨Oh God, my knee hurts! And I know all I have to do is go take a pill, but I don´t want to get out of bed, and plus, you´re way better than pills! Please Father, I know that if you say it, it will happen, so please tell my knee to stop hurting.¨ And I´m here to tell you that in that instant I felt no more pain!  No joke.  I felt like one of those ladies in the Gospels who is healed by Jesus and can´t stop praising Him.  So, just a little reminder that if we truly believe, He is faithful to answer......and it´s great that God really does care about the ¨little things ¨ in our lives!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-640209387478363060?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/640209387478363060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=640209387478363060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/640209387478363060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/640209387478363060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-quick-little-story-to-give-glory.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4895718641603829963</id><published>2007-10-13T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:58:23.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RxEinRWLygI/AAAAAAAAACg/G9_4fSSxIZs/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120912309363657218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RxEinRWLygI/AAAAAAAAACg/G9_4fSSxIZs/s200/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RxEgwRWLyfI/AAAAAAAAACY/w1LJ9sThKUY/s1600-h/funky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120910264959224306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RxEgwRWLyfI/AAAAAAAAACY/w1LJ9sThKUY/s200/funky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It´s been a while since I last wrote...sorry about that. But, the news is that 1. the mayor´s office is buying the land that we need, so this month we´ll be beginning to solicit for a health clinic...exciting!!! 2. my favorite, Ana, my beautiful host sister, is moving...she´s leaving me!! She´s going to move back with her parents in November. Also, in Nov., I´ll be attending her 15th birthday party. it´s a big deal. So, I´ve gotta go shopping for a good gift, and thankfully, mom and Sheena are mailing me a dress to wear. 3. I´ll be teaching the ADESCO how to make a budget this month, as well as planning for the letrine project. 4. This Friday is women´s health day and will be giving a charla on breast cancer and how to self-test. 5. Only 8 weeks to go until I´m in Greenfield again!!! Can´t wait! 6. Made some homemade fudge, thanks to my mommy! She sent me the ingredients in the mail...love you! It was scrumdiddlylicious! The kids loved it too. I was a bit jealous and selfish because I wanted to eat more! That´s about it for right now, but fill you in more later! Hugs and Kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4895718641603829963?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4895718641603829963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4895718641603829963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4895718641603829963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4895718641603829963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RxEinRWLygI/AAAAAAAAACg/G9_4fSSxIZs/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-1588001624920365490</id><published>2007-09-17T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:29:18.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7Ez6UxGVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8AZAot3KdrY/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7Ez6UxGVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8AZAot3KdrY/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239023220824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7E0qUxGXI/AAAAAAAAACI/GkcC8-8uIL0/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7E0qUxGXI/AAAAAAAAACI/GkcC8-8uIL0/s320/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239036105726322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7E0aUxGWI/AAAAAAAAACA/wZFcCS6sfBs/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7E0aUxGWI/AAAAAAAAACA/wZFcCS6sfBs/s320/DSC00424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239031810759010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7E1aUxGYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NAnu4hsAQYo/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7E1aUxGYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NAnu4hsAQYo/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111239048990628226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was lots of fun!!!  Went to Guatemala City and saw Heroes in concert...awesome!!  But, itś a dangerous city.  There was a bit of an episode, but thankfully we all got back safe and sound, and are back in ES.  We went in a microbus full of rockers on a 4 hour ride with no sleep and much anticipation.  We ate McDonalds and hung out there for several hours, trying to rest a bit before the big she-bang.  It was fun, but cold!!!  Such a difference!  I had a sweater, but it did little good against the wind.  But, much better to be cold than hot...good times!!  Good news is that Ramfis shared his pics with me, so now there are a few to share with you!!  I think I m a fan now of this group...you should all check ém out...even though its in Spanish!!  The stage setting was probably the biggest I've ever seen in an outdoor stadium, with several different lighting tricks and lots of big screens with videos and photos and some really good graphic design pieces...it was great to have that type of a show being so far from the stage.  The thing is, they were a group like 10 years back, and they split up.  This is their first tour since then, and is their last.  So, it was packed and my peeps were especially emotional.  I didn't realize how big of rivals ES and GA are, but it was pretty crazy to see the flag running and the fights break out and the guards with paint guns...really crazy.  Thank God we were high up and far from the chaos.  So, good times and great oldies...Heroes Rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-1588001624920365490?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/1588001624920365490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=1588001624920365490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1588001624920365490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1588001624920365490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-weekend-was-lots-of-fun-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Ru7Ez6UxGVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8AZAot3KdrY/s72-c/DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-8811574979913602943</id><published>2007-09-12T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:05:24.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how God works?  Yesterday I had a full day of one-on-one Spanish classes.  My teacher, Angelica, at one point said she heard I tell good stories and wanted me to tell one to show her my conversation skills.  I was like, well, what kind of story do you want to hear?  So, she wrote Religion and Politics on the board.  I said, ooooh, my 2 favorite topics!  So, she said, bueno, tell me a story about the religion in your canton.  I was like, oh girl, where do I start?!?  Well, one story led to another, and eventually, I was giving my full testimony and the saving power of Jesus Christ and how God changed me, and how I went from being religious like the people in my canton, and seeing slavery to religion and tradition in my own country, to being free in Christ and realizing it's not a list of laws and rules, but a life change that gives me new desires to serve and love and a Guide for wise decision making.  Well, she said she's Catholic and told me her similiar experience.  We were getting so excited to be sharing in the Faith...we were like little school girls.  Well, she shared her time of speaking in tongues and how she's never been the same, and then I shared the Peru experience about the girl who was demon-posessed, and then we both talked about God's power and how it's a shame so many "Christians" deny that part of God and say it isn't Biblical.  We both were like, hello!  We've read it in Acts and in Corinthians!!!  :)  Anyway, it was a blessing to have that time with her...not only to share, but also to vent to a fellow Salvadoran who understood my frustrations.  Good God Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-8811574979913602943?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/8811574979913602943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=8811574979913602943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/8811574979913602943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/8811574979913602943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/09/isnt-it-amazing-how-god-works-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-7277402895874404139</id><published>2007-09-12T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:32:23.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at such a strange place right now because I'm doing very well...projects and work are going well, relationships are going well, I'm learning more and more Spanish, I'm learning more and more of my God, etc.  But, for some reason, I'm extremely homesick.  I always get this way in the Fall.  The last years in CA were the same, because I would have this longing to be with my family, have cookouts, go on hayrides, go fishing, go to football games (even though I'm not a fan), carve pumpkins, see the beautiful leaves change, eat lots and lots of food.  I don't know., it seems like the fam got together much more in this season.  Plus, there's nothing like a Tennessee Autumn.  So, I'm attributing this ache to all of that.  Plus, I talked to Sheena Monday for a long time, and we laughed and did our usual, and I just miss her and miss sharing stupid SNL sketches with someone or quotes from a movie, or lines from a song.  No one gets that here.  I've tried explaining it in Spanish, but it just doesn't work.  Plus, I'm convinced that our point of humor is distinctly different.   I also had a craving the other day to just go to a grocery store and buy some Moose Tracks ice cream and watch a movie....well, that's not a possibility.  Plus, sometimes I listen to my i-pod at night before I sleep, but lately it's just been making me sad because most of my music is jazz or blues or rock-a-billy or swingy stuff, so it just makes me want to dance, or remember Lindy Groove, or etc.  It almost brings tears to my eyes because I miss dancing so much.  So, I'm making a mental list of what I want to do in December.  1. Watch a ton of movies. 2. Eat a hot dog and chips/dip. 3. Eat Moose Tracks ice cream.  4.Go swing dancing. 5.  Go Salsa dancing. 6. Go to Pancake house with G-Daddy. 7. Go to Memphis and see some blues. 8. Go to a GOOD coffee shop. 9. Ride the 4-wheeler. 10. Bake and bake and bake Christmas goodies. 11. Play in snow. 12. Eat lots of homemade biscuits (molasses, honey, jam, sausage, whatever else to accompany). 13. Drink lots of sweet tea. 14. Get my back popped. 15. Buy a camera. :) 16. Play the piano. 17. Spend endless hours with my family and friends, laughing, talking, playing, shopping, etc.  Love you guys and missing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-7277402895874404139?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/7277402895874404139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=7277402895874404139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7277402895874404139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7277402895874404139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-at-such-strange-place-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-3661552848264953915</id><published>2007-09-10T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:30:31.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the land buying process is finally happening!  I´ll be travelling a lot, though.  Today I went to Usulutan to try and retrieve the extratada, but I have to go back Friday.  Then, tomorrow I go to another city for Spanish exam and classes, and then Wed. to another city for a meeting with the United Nations Agriculture program.  Then, it´s a possibility that I´ll be going ot GA (country not state) on Sat. and Sun. with some friends for a 2 day short vacation to see a concert!  Crazy, huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I had my first "arguement" with my host sister.  She´s 14, and she was being snappy.  So, I told her that she was in a bad mood and was being haughty.  You would have thought that I´d told her she was the worst person in the world!  She wouldn´t talk to me the whole day, and everytime I looked at her, she´d roll her eyes.  Then, I saw her crying to my host cousin Ester, and she came and asked me why I called Ana "brava".  I said, well, because that´s how she was acting.  Anyway, I went and apologized and hugged her, but she still didn´t talk to me until like 8:30 p.m. when I asked for her help to move the couch.  She said no, because she´s still mad at me.  I said, still??  Then, she laughed and helped me, and that was that.  Teenagers are so strange sometimes, and what´s funny is that I feel like one in my house because there´s just the grandma, the aunt, and the teens and I.  I´m telling this story, though, because even though it made me crazy the day of, and it actually really bothered me that she was angry, I realized that I have true family.  I mean, that´s what sisters do, right Sheena?  We´re so comfy to say what we want, that sometimes we hurt feelings, but we get over it and are right back to comfy again.  So, basically, I´m settled in.  I like it.  I just hope the girls´mood swings don´t get worse!!  Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Friday I gave a "charla" on Cervix Cancer to about 50 women from the community.  It was a great turnout, and I think mainly because of the refreshments!  We had popcorn, cookies, and ice tea.  I ended feeling satisfied because I could see the looks of shock and concern on their faces after the info. was presented.  Then, several asked where they could schedule gynocological visits.  That was super exciting!  Little by little, I think progress, education, and change are definitely attainable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-3661552848264953915?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/3661552848264953915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=3661552848264953915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3661552848264953915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/3661552848264953915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-land-buying-process-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-479431625872527857</id><published>2007-08-27T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:26:39.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started out this morning in a hurry because last night, I didn´t see one of the pieces of clothing hanging on the line, so I accidentally left it for the storm to play with.  This morning, there was my black skirt, covered in mud and leaves...an unexpected surprise!  I had planned my morning to be able to drink coffee and have some pan dulce before heading off to Nueva Granada, but I washed instead.  So, I hurried off to wait infront of the school, in desperate need of my ¨daily drug¨where a pick-up truck passes every morning to haul in the teachers.  It´s the other mode of transportation if we miss the bus that comes by at 6 am.  Since my meeting was scheduled for 8, I decided to go in the car at 7:15.  But, the car broke down and didn´t come until 7:40.  Not a big deal, though...I´m getting more and more Salvadoran everyday when it comes to time.  So, we rode the 45 minutes on our rocky, dirt (or should I say mud now that we´re in winter) road standing in the back of our red pick-up, hair blowing in the cool wind (a beautiful thing...lovin´me some winter weather), trying not to step on the person next to me or touch their butt or anything, and chatting about the man who died from drinking poison.  I finally got to NG at 9 am, but it was fine.  The mayor didn´t seem to mind, and we joked for a while before getting to the topic.  He´s nice, and I finally got me some coffee!  2 cups to be exact :)  He even shared some of his sweet bread.  We have this huge project where we´re trying to get the members of the community to change their d.u.i.s to be registered with NG because that´s the territorial district we belong to.  By doing this, it will be easier to receive funding and projects from the local government.  It´s successful.  The Mayor´s office is going to fix our road (YEH!!!) starting next week, and also will probably buy some land we need to solicit for the health clinic.  I think he´s going to give us a ¨casa comunal¨also.  So, I was excited by our visit, as always because it gives me hope that something´s going to happen, and soon!  Also, chatted on the phone with the UN´s rep that I adore, and figured out what to do about some projects gone rye under their reign.  So, it´s been a productive day.  After all of that, I figured since I´m already out and about, I might as well head on over to Santiago to check my e-mail, buy some pan dulce, and see what all my peeps have sent me in the post office!  I love pueblo days!  So, I´m sipping on some coffee waiting on the P.O. to open after their long 2 hour lunch hour, and thinking of all of my loved ones that I miss in the States.  December can´t come soon enough!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I learned how to make corn tamales...they´re yummmmmmy!  The fam made chicken tamales also, but still confused on how it´s done.  Maybe next entry.  If you want recipes of some yummy campo food, just ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-479431625872527857?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/479431625872527857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=479431625872527857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/479431625872527857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/479431625872527857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-started-out-this-morning-in-hurry.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-466997225630521506</id><published>2007-08-15T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:00:54.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many of you have asked me how I´m living and who I live with and all of that. I thought I already said, but so you know, I live with a little old lady who´s very spunky, Ester, and her grandaughter Ana, who´s 14. I love them both very much. I have my own room with a bed and hammock and closet thingy. Our living room has a couch and 2 hammocks, and a TV...go figure. We don´t have a kitchen, but the house directly next to us does, and I´m constantly in and out of both houses. My house is bloque, but the other is adobe. We share everything, since we´re all family anyway. I usually just eat red beans and tortilla, and some Salvadoran cheese or I fry an egg or something. But, right now it´s winter season, so we get some veggies and also lots of corn!! I love it! There are corn tamales, corn tortas, corn on the cob, corn soup, etc. We eat rice sometimes too. Pan Dulce´s the best ever!!! And, yes, I´m still an addict to coffee. Pupusas when I go to the pueblo are a must...they´re a savory Salvadoran delicacy (not really, theý´re everywhere) that everyone must try at some point in their lives. I crave them sometimes; they´re like my new hamburger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life´s been really really good, and lots of surprises have come my way. Work´s been sensational, meaning that I feel like I have lots of it to do, and that it´s coming together well. Personally, I´ve met someone that´s great, and am thoroughly enjoying his company when I´m able. But, he lives in the capitol, and well, I don´t. But, it´s very new and very ¨chivo¨. This weekend, we went salsa dancing and to dinner, and it was crazy, because we had my camera out on the dance floor, and from goofing around a bit much (just my style, right?), we lost the camera, and someone must have stolen it. So, in the course of 2 days, I lost my phone and my camera. Therefore, more pics on my site will be delayed for a while, but eventually I´ll get a new one and keep filling you in on the ever-increasingly adventurous life of a Peace Corps Volunteer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-466997225630521506?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/466997225630521506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=466997225630521506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/466997225630521506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/466997225630521506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/08/many-of-you-have-asked-me-how-im-living.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-891193599474809415</id><published>2007-08-15T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:20:55.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ¨&lt;em&gt;don&lt;/em&gt;¨this blog entry as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Poop Chapter&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;/em&gt;Hilarious story about my cell phone...I usually don´t ever use a latrine because I just go in the monte, but on Friday, I was like, hmmm, think I´ll use the latrine up at my uncle´s house.  Well, I had my cell in my back pocket of my bluejean skirt, and I guess that as I took it off, the cell phone fell into the latrine pit!!  It was so gross!  So, Tio Mardoqueo, after about an hour of trying to get it out with sticks and string, and me holding the flashlight so he could see, finally retrieved the once-white phone, now-brown-phone from the dark abyss.  I had to go clean it, and while I was cleaning, our mayor came to my house looking for me (I had poo on my shirt and my hands!).  Can you imagine?  Then, my phone ended up dying anyway.  So, had to buy a new one, but that´s a huge crazy soap opera story too. &lt;br /&gt;2. My little bundle of joy, the new baby boy of my ¨aunt¨Marina, gave me a gift of love as well.  He´s now 2 months, and I go over to hold him all the time.  Not only does it give Marina some time to do things, but also I love it!  Anyway, one day he peed on me (not strange, since he never wears diapers...too expensive), and the following day, I went to pick him up and felt something nice and warm.  I thought, oh, he peed again...until Marina said Oh Ginger, look at your hand!!  So, I looked, and my hand as well as my beige skirt, were painted bright yellow.  Fun stuff, I gotta say.  Edward just looked up, laughing, like he knew that he´d made a funny.  He´s so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Following the poo theme, we are finally getting a Latrine Project in our site!!!  I´m so excited, and the Mayor has worked really well with us on this, as well as amazing friends and family in Greenfield, TN!  We´ll start the project in November, but the announcement´s been made, and they are currently signing up for the labor and the project.  I´m gonna get to go in my own back yard, but in an outhouse!!  Yeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-891193599474809415?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/891193599474809415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=891193599474809415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/891193599474809415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/891193599474809415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-don-this-blog-entry-as-poop-chapter.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-2366118830181815226</id><published>2007-07-26T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:05:19.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from a fantastic weekend of leisure and dance...who could ask for more??  But, I have a ¨recuerdo¨from the weekend...a stomach full of amoebas and a bacterial infection.  Yummm...I´m sure you all wanted to know that!! :)  But, thankfully, I had come to the capitol on my way home to see a friend, and it was easy to see a doctor and get meds.  So, I´m on the way to recovery.  I´m ready to be back in Usulutan after 6 days gone!!  That´s so much time!! &lt;br /&gt;But,  there´s much to do, and hopefully I´ll be able to jump right back in full swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the mountains teaching dance, I had to phone signal.  It´s times like those when you realize the people that truly care about you.  I was so touched because when I finally got signal after 3 days, I had missed 30 something calls and had a ton of messages from poeple in my community.  They were all worried...okay, so that made me feel bad that they were worried, but also good that they cared!! I´m trully blessed by my ¨family¨salvadorena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I´ve been gone, I can´t think of more details going on right now, so I´ll save it for later when I´m in the middle of some projects or something.  But, so you know, I saw all of the lights of San Salvador last night from a high plane, and it was amazing, the view.  It was hard to imagine the danger that exists down below.  Although I´ve never been in danger, thank God, I know it exists and I know of many stories.  Please continue to pray, not for me necesarily, but for the evil at work to be scattered...for the people who live in poverty...for the kids raped...for the safety of Salvadorans.  I truly love these people and this place, even though it´s easy to despise many things.  Everyday I´m confronted with new faces, new beauties, new lessons, new adventures.  Although challenging, it´s worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-2366118830181815226?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/2366118830181815226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=2366118830181815226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2366118830181815226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/2366118830181815226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-got-back-from-fantastic-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-7052477530870584170</id><published>2007-07-16T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:22:17.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Well, this week´s been fabulously rainy! I seriously love it because I´m wearing a jacket right now, and plus it´s a nice change of pace because we haven´t had electricity or water for 4 days after a big storm that passed through. After 6:30 p.m. I have to stay in my house, and we just chat or sing or listen to the rain, or just go to bed. I like the relaxation...and the cold!! :) Also, get to hike to the water source to bathe and wash clothes. That´s always a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with the mayor this week, and hopefully we´ll be getting uniforms and letrines very soon! Gracias a Dios! Also, I´ll be giving a dance workshop in a different state this weekend. I´m super pumped about this opportunity to dance and teach again. Hopefully my dance terms in Spanish will correlate and they´ll understand. But, I´m looking forward to a weekend of excitement! Also, I´ll be training 5 youth in my canton who can already dance well (cumbia and reggaton). I´ll be training them in different dances with the purpose that they can eventually teach. Hopefully, it will be a good job opp. for them in the near future. I´m very positive about this project, and know that the skill of dance, and the skill of teaching are very useful and can be a great financial source for these kids. Atleast I hope so!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I´m missing all of my friends and family a ton, but also daily encouraged by the relationships I have here. I´m very blessed. Lots of love from ES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-7052477530870584170?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/7052477530870584170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=7052477530870584170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7052477530870584170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7052477530870584170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-well-this-weeks-been-fabulously.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4231767139889278163</id><published>2007-07-09T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:44:00.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RpJIUevdG3I/AAAAAAAAABw/sRPeiAGSjlg/s1600-h/Imagen+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085206445941398386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RpJIUevdG3I/AAAAAAAAABw/sRPeiAGSjlg/s200/Imagen+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡¡Buenos Dias!! It´s crazy because I´m listening to Scratchtrack right now off of myspace, and realizing I don´t have a single cd of theirs...I´m a bad fan. Anyway, things are much better since my last blog. I´m really feeling established and connected with some of my girl friends, like we´re really friends...not that it´s forced. It´s a beautiful thing. Also, our Carrera de Cinta went off, but with a few hitches. It was a fundraiser for our softball team for uniforms (which, now we´re soliciting to the mayor for those uniforms...didn´t know I could do that before :}). Well, the way it works is there´s two posts with a lasso in the middle with little rings hanging with numbers. Horses and bicicles come from all over to run and try to stick a pencil\stick in one of those little holes to win a kiss and a gift from a ¨madrina.¨ So, we had 28 madrinas lined up to participate. Well, guess how many showed up?? 4...that´s right...FOUR!! So, this was a test of wit, no? I gathered all of the team members together and we all put our hands in to agree that if no more came, we´d all be madrinas. Well, no more came, so 15 of us ran down to the store and bought little $2 gifts to give, and ran back to start the Carrera an hour 1\2 late. Well, 9 horses competed, so that was good. But, then only 5 bicicles competed, even though there were tons there because they said there weren´t many madrinas and didn´t want to pay. So, I thought, what a disaster!!! But, really, it was fine. All of the food that we´d prepared sold, and also we had a dance afterward that rocked! So, we ended up with ganancia. It was a fun day, all in all. We woke up at 4:00 a.m. to prepare the corn on the cob and the fruits and sandwiches. That part was fun, all of us getting things ready together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, also I have to tell of the crazy scary stories they got goin´on down here. Anyone heard of the Siguanaba? Well, for a community that´s super evangelical, it cracks me up how scared they are of mythical figures. The Siguanaba is this girl that supposedly didn´t take care of her son and husband way back when, so her father-in-law turned her into an ugly old woman, with breasts that hang to the floor and teeth like a warewolf and crazy hair. She roams in the bush, enticing young boys (and girls too) with beauty, and then turns into the ugly lady she is, and the person that sees her gets a fever and goes a bit crazy. One of my ¨aunts ¨here says she´s seen her and that she got a fever. Also, they say there´s a crying ghost, the Llorana or something like that, who roams the streets at night, crying and screaming. They´re afraid to walk alone at night for these things. Also, there´s a cart that goes at night without oxen or a person...just a cart by itself. They probably started out being folklore, but the people truly believe these things, and claim to have seen them or heard them. I told them I´m not scared, and they said that because I said that, one day when I´m alone outside or in the ¨monte¨, the Siguanaba´s going to get me. hahahaha Maybe she will!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4231767139889278163?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4231767139889278163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4231767139889278163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4231767139889278163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4231767139889278163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/07/buenos-dias-its-crazy-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RpJIUevdG3I/AAAAAAAAABw/sRPeiAGSjlg/s72-c/Imagen+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-6574165943035816461</id><published>2007-06-18T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:46:55.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled today...crazy, I know.  But, it's actually really good to be in the capital again.  I don't know why, but I needed it this time.  Okay,  I do know why.  It's been a tough week.  Started out, I got the pastor from the pulpit talking about how bad it is that the Believers let their daughters go play softball, then on Monday I puked all day, and got most people talking trash that I got a boyfriend (a guy that's from my canton) just because we've had conversations and he's young.  Granted, he says he's in love with me, so they're validated I guess. ; and the land for the clinic is hay-wire...can't focus on that project because we just have to wait on the landowner to pay for registration...there's not even the "escitorio", and one of my best girl friends, and best players on the team quit...said she doesn't want to play.  Long story. Anyway, it's been tough on the spirit.  This week I was dying for some normalcy, spiritually speaking.  What I mean is, I miss a passionate church, and hanging with followers of Christ that don't judge all the time and don't live by the list of rules that seriously choke the spirit all the while using a tongue that cuts sharp.  It's so painful to watch others trapped in religion!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I'm now going to focus my attention on a. a micro-business for the women and b. a letrine project.  Yah!  Also, still running right along with the softball team.  On a personal note, I'm a bit boy crazy for the first time since David and I broke up.  So, it's hard to do the whole maintaining my distance from the guys.  But, I'm doing it...kind of.  ;}  Why do we girls like attention so much?!?!?  I've decided it's gotta be a trap from Satan...charm and sweet words that stroke the ego...Ughhh!  I'm such a depraved and self-centered person.  Good thing I got a Savior that helps me out and keeps me in check and still loves me...I think he even likes me. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, I've been reading Blue like Jazz (thanks to my fabulous MeeMaw who sent me an awesome package of books!), and it's hit the heart.   I highly recommend it.  Some of it has been like a light bulb going off saying - Ahhh, yeh, that's exactly how to describe what I was feeling when.... or yeh, I DO need Jesus and He's worth talking about.  Good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-6574165943035816461?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/6574165943035816461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=6574165943035816461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6574165943035816461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6574165943035816461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-im-getting-my-wisdom-teeth-pulled.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-6526824169269771647</id><published>2007-06-04T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:39:32.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072324891352430914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSEnUZu-UI/AAAAAAAAABg/l16bpJdhipY/s320/Ginger+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm sittin' here in San Salvador, using the extremely nice Peace Corps office computers and am in a surreal state of mind. I came into the city yesterday for an English church service with fellow Christians in the PC, went to T.G.I. Fridays, shopped a bit, went to a bar-b-que at an Embassy worker's house (it smelled like an American home...crazy! ) where we ate grilled hamburgers, talked in English, and ate apple crisp and brownies!! Today, I went to a dentist appt. in the nicest medical office I"ve every seen, and then ate at McDonald's with a couple of friends. Needless to say, completely different life than the one I've been living for the past couple of months. I kind of feel like crying, even though I don't know why. I also feel like running back to my site as soon as possible because now this lifestlye is the unfamiliar. It's a bit uncomftorable and it's like culture shock. Strange, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSEZEZu-TI/AAAAAAAAABY/hRMqjuXi_hs/s1600-h/Ginger+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072324646539295026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSEZEZu-TI/AAAAAAAAABY/hRMqjuXi_hs/s200/Ginger+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSGakZu-VI/AAAAAAAAABo/St39la86u7I/s1600-h/Ginger+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072326871332354386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSGakZu-VI/AAAAAAAAABo/St39la86u7I/s200/Ginger+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072323770365966610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSDmEZu-RI/AAAAAAAAABI/LTRvmpRlm50/s320/Ginger+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my wisdom tooth has grown in and I have to have "surgery" to have it removed. Who knows when...D.C. has to approve it. It hurts pretty badly, though. It's been hard to open my mouth or to eat. However, that does not mean I've lost weight. I've actually gained weight here...go figure. The sweet bread and coffee is just so delectable. I think it's my new chocolate. Anyway, the peeps in my canton never forget to tell me how gordita I'm getting, and they love it. They all think I should gain like 15 more pounds!! Let's hope not!!!!! ;} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSEG0Zu-SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAV9PSCS6lo/s1600-h/Ginger+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072324333006682402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSEG0Zu-SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAV9PSCS6lo/s200/Ginger+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the pics are of me and some PC Volunteer friends: Reagan, Celia and Rachel. Then, there's one of me teaching the exercise class. Then, one of me when we went fishing. then, one of the entrance to the lake at 5:30 am when we went fishing. Check out the pics to the left for more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go back to my site tomorrow, but until then, I'm enjoying my friend Rachel's company so much and loved getting to see Celia and Reagan last night. It's just great to pow wow in English with people who completely understand my life right now and what I'm going through. Also, it feels good to laugh ridiculously outloud and walk my normal confiedent walk and wear blue jeans. Being in the city has its advantages, but I'm ready to go home to Potrero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-6526824169269771647?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/6526824169269771647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=6526824169269771647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6526824169269771647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/6526824169269771647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-im-sittin-here-in-san-salvador-using.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RmSEnUZu-UI/AAAAAAAAABg/l16bpJdhipY/s72-c/Ginger+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-13693832060947731</id><published>2007-05-29T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:03:50.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/gingerrowlett/main/el_salvador"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church: Well, I now wear my head covering when I go to church. It´s a white lace thingy that looks like part of a tablecloth. Also, everytime I go, they call me up to the front to sing!! It drives me crazy because I don´t know the songs in Spanish, BUT, I´m learning. Plus, some of them are the same songs, so I just read the words but already know the tune. Some examples are At the Cross, Power in the Blood, Up the Calvary Way, How Great Thou Art. They say they like to hear me sing. Since I like to sing, it´s actually really nice to have the opportunity. I just get embarrassed. The first time Don Miguel called me up to the front, I was like, WHAT?? I was startled and couldn´t think of anything!! I just stammered up at the front and said, ¨I don´t know any songs in Spanish! Can someone help me find something?¨ So, I called another lady to the front to help me. It was funny, but that day I wasn´t worshipping!! Now, I can actually worship sometimes when I sing. It just depends on if I understand or not. The thing is, they don´t have hymnals. Only a few people have them. But, I found out that I can aske the pastor to buy me one in the city, so next Sunday I´m gonna ask. Also, apart from the service, I´ve had some good conversations about the pants thing and makeup. They aren´t judgemental at all and say they understand that it´s what´s in the soul. However, they can´t tell me why they do it. They just say it´s the mission of their church...or the doctrine, and the pastor says they can´t wear jewelry or makeup or pants or listen to music other than praise music. They can´t tell me why from the Bible though. I completely understand from 1 Corinthians aobut vanity and modesty in dress. The pants thing though???? Anyway, the community is so open and friendly, and I´m getting closer to them everyday. They really share of themselves, and allow me to share as well. There´s a lot of love going on. :) This weekend I´m going to San Salvador to an English church service with the other Christians in Peace Corps. That should be really cool, and I´m really excited to see some friends I made in training. Yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work: So, the exercise classes are great! I´m always soaking wet afterward, but it´s fun. I have about 17 girls that come everytime. We have it tonight, actually. As far as English classes, it´s going well also. I have 31 students in the morning, and about 10 with the adults. I´m thinking about combining the two. The class is so big that I have to move it to the school for more space! The youth really like the English and are putting forth a lot of effort to study. They have their first test this Saturday. The Softball Team is interesting. I can tell we´re going to have some drama with the mix of personalities, but such is life, right? We´re planning a Carrera de Cintas right now as a fundraiser for uniforms and bats. It´s where guys from all over come to our canton to run their bikes or horses and try to put a pencil through a hole that has a numer. That number represents a Madrina, or lady that has a gift. The guy wins the gift and a kiss from the Madrina. They pay $1 to run. Also, we´ll be selling food and stuff. It should be lots of fun. The Health Clinic is a huge story....the mayor of a pueblo next to us is the owner of our land. He told us he´d give us the land for the health clinic. Well, it´s been less that easy, let´s say, to get things done with him - or even to contact him. Our ADESCO and I spend the whole day just travelling and trying to find him or documents or something. BUT, finally, yesterday, after a day running around like chickens with our heads cut off and having 3 different people tell us different things, we eventually received the plans for the land. Now, Thursday we just have to go back to another pueblo where the lawyer is to sign a few things and give him this plan. Then, next week, we´ll have the liberty to start soliciting for funds for the clinic. I´m really excited, and trying not to be stressed out about it all. It´s just that I get so frustrtated with the process here! I mean, come on, if a mayor says he´ll be somewhere, he´s not just going to not show up and then the next time you hunt him down not even apologize or acknowlede that he lied!!! There´s just no respect for the common people here. I was really angry for a couple of days at him and just all of the people in power here in ES and how they treat the people of the cantones. It´s like they don´t matter. But, I´m not angry anymore, just aware. Forgive and Forget, right? My friends and family here are so pacient and humble. I´m trying to learn that as well because coming from the States, I want my rights and I want to be treated a certain way, and I expect respect and professionalism. In the office yesterday, I wanted to say...look, we have rearranged our whole week because you stood us up the other day, and these men gave up 2 days of work. The least you can do is sit down with us and give us details of what the next step is, or to sign the stupid papers!!!! But, of course I didn´t say that, and the way my companeros were just so calm and patient with everything amazed me. They´re just so used to it. I learn something new everyday, and also am humbled everyday. Lots of life lessons here and I´m sorry that I can´t do justice in writing to express how I feel or this experience that I had. I feel like I you´re probably confused by everything I just wrote, so sorry. In my own mind, I´m not sure what I´m thinking either. A million emotions and thoughts happening. Craziness, I know. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thanks so much for listening\reading!!! Lots of love from El Salvador, and know that I´m so happy here and loving it!!! P de J rocks!! You should move here too! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-13693832060947731?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/13693832060947731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=13693832060947731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/13693832060947731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/13693832060947731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/05/church-well-i-now-wear-my-head-covering.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-5656816660110437067</id><published>2007-05-09T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:19:10.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long Live El Salvador!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve now been in my site for 3 weeks, and it´s a miracle how at home I feel.  I couldn´t ask for a more welcoming community where I feel at ease to share of myself...God´s truly blessed me with a family environment.  I live with Ester, a sixty something year old lady who´s bursting with personality with her high pitched screechy voice that could be annoying but it´s endearing.  She´s a Christian, and she´s spunky...I mean a lot of spunk.  She takes care of me, but still can give me room to be an adult also, which I like.  She´s been telling me the town gossip, even though, ¨she doesn´t like to talk about people, but...¨ I need to know so that people don´t talk about me because of who I hang out with.  It´s true, really.  So, it´s good to have the inside scoop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my canton is mainly evangelical is a good and a bad thing.  Good because the people are very giving and loving, and it´s nice to talk about the things of the Lord.  Bad because they´re legalistic as well.  It´s pretty taboo that I dance, so I´m trying not to do it, even though the young people want to learn.  I´d love to teach it, but am afraid of the reprucions (sp?) with the relationships and trust of the parents.  Anyway, it´s a minor thing, but it´s just a bit frustrating.  It´s the denomination where everyone prays out loud  and there´s a lot of screaming and babbling and when people talk,, they have to yell...no one talks in a normal voice.  I find that wierd and don´t see how it´s seen as worship or glorifying to God.  But, to each his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday I start teaching English.  To the youth at 9am and to the adults at 11:30am.  Then, we´re trying to start a softball team for the girls to have something to do besides stay in the house.  Also, it´s a good opp. to form relationships with a few of them and open doors for really good conversations and learning\teaching opps.  Also, on Tues. and Thurs. I´ll be leading an exercise class for the women and young ladies.  They need exercise, and it´s a good avenue to discuss health issues...also a good preventitive measure.  Then, our main objective is building a health clinic in our canton so the the people don´t have to walk an hour to the town Consuelas, and so that the health promotor has a place to store the medicine and do checkups.  Tomorrow a couple leaders and I are going to get papers for the ADESCO and the land authorized so that we can begin soliciting.  Then, I´m really excited because since Intervida is already working in our community, we´re going to solicit to them, and I think that option will work out well.  If not, we´ll look for other means.  Other ideas for future projects are Letrines (half of the comm. doesn´t have a latrine.  It´s like an outhouse.  So, they just go in the woods\behind the house), Chimneys for the wood stoves, beautifying the field and making it more like a park and more shady and a good place for the people to enjoy life a little.  They work so hard and receive so little.  It would be awesome for them to have a spot to relax\play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding cultural norms, my canton´s pretty special.  No guys throw piropos, meaning no one says crude things to me as I walk by.  I feel pretty well respected overall.  The guys, for the most part, are descent and not so machisto like a lot of Salvadorans.  So, I´m very thankful for that.  However, I´m having to guard myself a bit because I don´t want to be naive and end up with some guy coming on to me.  Being the white, tall, ¨blonde gringa¨ is an automatic attention grabber.  It´s ridiculus because the people here actually say that everyone in ES is ugly, and that the U.S. has all people bonito.  Isn´t it crazy how skin color and height can be so important to some people?  I personally think the people here are beautiful, and their appearances (most) are very attractive as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that´s it for the current update.  For a couple of fun facts: I rode a horse, got peed on by some bug that burned my skin, swam under a waterfall, and am learning to make tortillas quite well.  Until next time, God Bless and thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-5656816660110437067?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/5656816660110437067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=5656816660110437067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5656816660110437067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5656816660110437067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-live-el-salvador-ive-now-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-5792610163725885891</id><published>2007-04-14T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:40:07.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps!! Sorry it's been so long since I've written, but I finally pulled up blogger!! First of all, let me say a huge HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER LOGAN!!!  Hope you have a fantabulous day!!  Well, lots has happened since I last wrote. I now know where I'll be living and working, and also visited the site this last week...it's great for me. I'll be in the department Usulutan, in the municipality of Nueva Granada, in the canton of Potrero de Joco. It's not necessarily a pretty site, but it's beautiful in it's own way. It's flat, hot, and dusty. :) But, there's a lake and a river in the distance that I can see from the soccer field, and it's only a 30 min. walk to get there. It's actually the way most people gain money, other than remesas from the U.S. They fish. The house I'll be living in is small with a living room and 2 bedrooms. I have 1 bedroom as my own. A 14 yr. old girl, Ana, has the other, and the grandma, Ester, just has the living room. I'm going to paint the room green and buy a mattress, a closet thingy, and probably a rug because the floor is just dirt. The family is especially kind and welcoming. They're Christians, which is cool. Evangelicals here are considered kind of crazy, I think, and over the top, but these folks are really calm and real. They have beautiful hearts and aren't judgemental, or so it seems. The politics I don't think will be an issue because both parties work well together there. There are many organizations working in my canton because it's considered one of the poorest areas in the country. So, the gov.'s program, Red Solidaria is there, as well as a non-profit from Spain, Intervida, and the United Nations' agency, FAO. They're my main counter-part, and the representative from there is super great and will be easy to work with. I already have many ideas for work, and will share more once those projects come into play. Right now, I'm just visiting with the people and finding out the needs of the community and where to begin. It's a bit overwhelming, but I feel like God has placed me there for a reason, and it feels like a perfect fit. I'm already passionate about the community and the work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ester, my landlord, is the mom of many many people, and they all live around me. There are several children, and they have become my fan club! It's hilarious...I couldn't get a moment to myself. But, I liked it. It feels like home and I'm anxious to get back. I really don't think I could feel any more at ease. It's good. The men in Potrero de Joco are also amazing. I haven't witnessed the machismo there, and I feel like many of them will be like uncles to me. It's so hard to explain everything, but I love where my new home is. The only thing that's uncomfy and bad is that I don't have a latrine at my house. I have to walk four houses up to use their latrine. Also, there are scorpions!! Yikes!! I already saw 2 while I was there for 4 days. I'm gonna be hanging sheets from the ceiling to keep them from falling into my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I"m back in San Vicente for a few days of Orientation, and then the swearing in ceremony in San Salvador and the party. Next Friday I move in for good to Potrero de Joco. Today we're actually throwing a party for our host families here at the center. It should be lots of fun. Oh! Bit of good news...my camera's working again, so will upload more pics soon. God Bless and thanks for reading!!! Please keep in touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-5792610163725885891?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/5792610163725885891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=5792610163725885891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5792610163725885891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/5792610163725885891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-peeps-sorry-its-been-so-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-4495435848830165674</id><published>2007-03-09T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:58:31.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent last weekend in "Immersion" out in the Western Departemiento called Ahuacapan, in a canton called Montecristo.  It was about a 5 hour bus ride, and an hour hike to the location.  But, I couldn´t go until Friday, while everyone else left on Thursday, because congratulations to me...I got amoebas!!  It´s a great initiation into the Peace Corps, and gracias a Dios, we caught it early, so with some medicine and rest, I was feeling peachy-keen by Friday for the trip.  So, back to that...Montecristo was really really hot, but beautiful.  The family I stayed with is super "with it" and easy to talk to.  I was amazed at their habits and their mentality...very different than the other Salvadorans I´ve spoken with.  The 27 year old daughter wasn´t married and didn´t consider herself old.  She still has hopes of marriage someday (most girls think that 24 is too old for marriage, since birth "has to" happen by 30)  Also, they exercise...unheard of in the campo!!  Super cool.  I was especially happy to know they´re evangelicals, denomiation still unsure, but they were really into talking about theology and Christianity with me.  I loved it, even though my Spanish skills need to be a bit more tailored for such deep conversations.  We laughed so much, though, especially when they brought out the Bible to explain to me why the women cover their heads and only wear skirts (they were confused by my pants and short hair, uncovered mind you).  I cracked a joke that the book Deaut., where they quoted for why women only wear skirts-dresses, was before Christ, and that He changed a few things.  Also, that who´s to say women aren´t supposed to be wearing pants, and men - skirts?  Afterall, back in the day, both men and women wore dresses.  They thought that was hilarious and we laughed for a while.  They had me on the head covering thing, though.  I´m in thought on that one.  Well, in addition to good company, I also bathed in a river for the first time.  They didn´t tell me I was going there to wash...only to swim.  So, I was a bit surprised when they pulled out the soap and said have at it.  First of all, I didn´t know what to do.  I mean, everyone´s just staring at me, waiting for me to do something, and I´m like, so what do I do?  They literally walked me through it because I couldn´t take off my clothes (an art, I gotta say), and I had to shampoo.  So, afterward, I didn´t feel too clean, but it was fun and it cooled me down after a sweaty day.  All in all, I think I could live just fine on river bathing.  :)  I had another experience...with the letrine.  There were bugs on my bum...yes, bugs on my bum.  I screamed and from then on, was a squatter.  Fun times. ;)&lt;br /&gt;  The next day, the volunteer who´s community I was in, took me on a hike and we ended up at a beautiful waterfall where we swimmed and jumped off of this big cliff.  It was such a rush, and so needed after a month of all work and no play.  I´m also thrilled to have received phone calls from my mom, my grandparents, and Jenny.  Such a needed blessing of folks I love and miss.  Seriously, although I love it here, and don´t feel lonely, I just miss the ones I already know and love and am comftorable with and don´t have to try and figure out where they´re coming from.  I miss you, my family and friends.  Just know that.  Thanks for being in my life...and with that said,  I pray you always are, and that I can contribute to yours.  When I get my cell phone, call anytime!...I´m planning on getting that tomorrow.  So, yeah!  Much love and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-4495435848830165674?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/4495435848830165674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=4495435848830165674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4495435848830165674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/4495435848830165674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-spent-last-weekend-in-immersion-out.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-7830157341105820971</id><published>2007-02-20T13:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:47:54.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at my pics!!  There aren´t many, but it took a long time to upload them.  Hope they give you a better idea of where I am and who I´m with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-7830157341105820971?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/7830157341105820971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=7830157341105820971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7830157341105820971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/7830157341105820971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-at-my-pics-there-arent-many-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-1756084771429793550</id><published>2007-02-17T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:40:13.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rds_2cqbClI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FH-zYGnsGr8/s1600-h/el+salvador+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033687213156272722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rds_2cqbClI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FH-zYGnsGr8/s200/el+salvador+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rds_nsqbCkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_om1wD6jUM/s1600-h/el+salvador+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033686959753202242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rds_nsqbCkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_om1wD6jUM/s200/el+salvador+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to explain how we wash clothes here because it´s so cool, and I have a pic of me doing it. So there´s this large concrete basin full of water, and next to it is another concrete structure that slants slightly down. I use a plastic bowl to get the water and I pour it onto the first piece of clothing on the concrete structure and the extra water runs off onto the ground. After it´s wet, I use this green cylinder shaped soap and roll it all over the clothing, on both sides. I then pour water on it again and squish the shirt and rub it harshly onto the concrete to get it clean. After rinsing several times, I ring it and place it in a tub full of fabric softener. I repeat this with each piece of clothing, and then rinse it all again after it´s set in the bowl for a few minutes. Then, I hang each piece up on the wires outside of my family´s house until they dry. It´s really hard work, actually, and I feel like my clothes get cleaner here than the the washing machine!!! :) Props to the Salvadoran women who are masters at their full time jobs - housework!!&lt;br /&gt;The way I bathe myself is I stand inside this little concrete room away from the casa, probably 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide, and there is another large concrete basin of water with a plastic bowl and a curtain to shield me from people´s viewing. I pour the water onto myself with each scoop of the cold cold water. I wash my hair last, and I have to brace myself for the shock of the frigid water on my head everytime. It definitely wakes me up!! It´s actually not all that bad, and daily it´s getting easier to adjust. Doésn´t all of it sound like fun?!?!&lt;br /&gt;It´s an adventure that I´m enjoying and learning how to be flexible in more ways than one. I´m just hoping I don´t see a scorpion anytime soon, since I´ve heard stories today from other volunteers!!! Yikes!!! :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I ate some sugar cane for the first time!!! Yummm!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033687857401367138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/RdtAb8qbCmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YqHlXOo8mRI/s200/el+salvador+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-1756084771429793550?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/1756084771429793550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=1756084771429793550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1756084771429793550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/1756084771429793550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-my-camera-doesnt-hook-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rds_2cqbClI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FH-zYGnsGr8/s72-c/el+salvador+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-8239888910028067937</id><published>2007-02-17T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:50:52.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rdd4tcqbCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7ODjc5KqTY/s1600-h/El+Salvador+Training+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032623830793390642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rdd4tcqbCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7ODjc5KqTY/s200/El+Salvador+Training+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´ve been in El Salvador for a week and a few days now, but it feels like a month!! I think the days are just going slower simply because they´re so packed with information, and the heat I´m sure has an impact. It´s already been a challenging experience, as well as very inspiring. I´m constantly learning, often frustrated, and always excited about the next step. So far, I see many needs around me healthwise. There is garbage everywhere from a lack of garbage cans, no trash or active recycling system, and I think just uneducation about the effects of trash regarding sanitation. So, if that´s the case in my site, that is a task I´m wanting to take on. I´m actually going to give a "charla" (talk/presentation) on March 12 to the 5th grade class at a local school on "limpieza" (cleanliness) and the effects of trash in their living spaces. We observed at that school (we is my community group - Natalie, Kevin, and I with our Spanish teacher, Maria Luisa) on Thursday, and I was quite impressed with the 5th grade. They paid attention and it seemed very similar to a U.S. school, unlike the other grades, according to my team. So, I´m pumped to have that grade for my charla. We also interviewed the director of the school. and I have to say that from interviews we´ve been doing, it´s difficult to get the truth out of people. Of course, they´re a bit defensive because we´re asking questions about health and sanitation issues...who wants to admit to having hygiene problems??? So, I understand, but it´s just proving that it will take much time at my own site to gain trust before I can be an agent of change. A problem is that there´s no potable water source at the school, nor at most homes. For bathrooms, they have latrines, which is fine, except that this school has a problem with them flooding in the rainy season. Plus, there´s no soap for washing hands...only water. As a health volunteer, this is something daunting since so many of the sicknesses here are passed so easily from person to person. It´s crazy because the day before, we interviewed the Unidad de Salud, (health clinic) about 15 minutes away from our cantone, and there was no soap there either. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Sex Education and Reproductive Health are going to be topics to discuss. There´s definitely a need for this type of education, but it´s quite taboo to discuss the human body parts and how they work, and totally taboo to talk about sex or prevention or birth control. So, I have my work cut out for me, but it will be worth it when the people are educated and can make wise decisions regarding their health, both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;I´m having doubts as to my capabilities, but know Christ will give me daily strength and wisdom. It´s tough, but fun and envigorating at the same time. I´m staying sane by laughing a lot and listening to my ipod each night before I go to bed. I´m so thankful that I can communicate with people in Spanish, or it would be so much harder. It really is a large part to my happiness here...I can make friends because I can speak with people...that´s huge. Please pray for the volunteers who don´t have that luxury. It´s hard for them and I think they miss home a lot more because of that. Well, peace out and will write more soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-8239888910028067937?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/8239888910028067937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=8239888910028067937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/8239888910028067937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/8239888910028067937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-in-el-salvador-for-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rn1xqMYF7ec/Rdd4tcqbCjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J7ODjc5KqTY/s72-c/El+Salvador+Training+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-117060450574878468</id><published>2007-02-04T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:55:05.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just love my G-Daddy!  Seriously, I got to have 2 long breakfasts with Grandaddy over Jan., and I learned so much I never knew about my family!  Don't you just love when that happens?!?  He and my Nanny wrote songs and had them published...how cool!  Also, I learned about what a mason is...but, the best thing was just sitting there talking...and not forced conversation - it was awesome!  We could have talked for several more hours.  I don't know why I'm so astonished by this.  I think it's because I've been away and haven't had many conversations that lasted more than 5 minutes with him in a long time.  To make it short because I've got to head out, He's just a good man.  I'd be blessed to find someone like him someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-117060450574878468?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/117060450574878468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=117060450574878468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/117060450574878468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/117060450574878468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-love-my-g-daddy-seriously-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116838390335299766</id><published>2007-01-09T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:05:03.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/1600/753615/Wedding%20Day%201-6-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/200/667501/Wedding%20Day%201-6-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/1600/227856/Wedding%20Day%201-6-06%20%2829%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/200/347554/Wedding%20Day%201-6-06%20%2829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/1600/295349/Wedding%20Day%201-6-06%20%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/200/124538/Wedding%20Day%201-6-06%20%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my sister is now wed!! She's Mrs. Bowen now, and it was quite a wedding! She looked absolutely beautiful and everything went off without a hitch, except for some wax running over onto the church carpet. But, we got it all up. It was an elegant evening with perfect winter weather...no rain or snow or anything, and the church was packed. Everyone loved the music selection (some of my favorite songs), and it was really special having all three of our uncles participate in the ceremony. When my Uncle Mitch started talking about Sheena being a little girl, I lost it and was crying for quite a while, trying to sniff it all back in and get together. But, pretty much everyone was shedding tears.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the reception was so fabulously disguised as a winter wonderland. We had spray painted branches and trees from our back yard silver and it was really beautiful, I think. Sheena and Kydon's first dance went well, and so did Dad and her's. The food was all desserts, and the cake was gorgeous! It was just really sophisticated and fancy, but fun with all of the dancing. Their Knoxville friends really helped make it fun on the dance floor. They drove away in a stretch hummer limo, and now they're in Gatlinburg until school starts back. Crazy my little sister's married, but it's cool and I'm so happy for them. It was a packed weekend!!   For more pics, click on View My Pics to the left.  Then, later on when the photographers develop the wedding pics, I'll post them as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116838390335299766?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116838390335299766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116838390335299766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116838390335299766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116838390335299766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-my-sister-is-now-wed-shes-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116776026095241003</id><published>2007-01-02T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:51:00.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2007!  Happy New Year!  Why is it, then, that every first day of the year I feel depressed?  I know the answer, really.  I end up looking back at the previous year thinking, what did I do?  Who did I love?  Who did I help?  What did I learn?  What did I contribute?  How did I serve the Lord?  Who did I lead to Christ?  Once again, I end up disappointed at the answers to most of these questions.  But, then come the resolutions, right?  Well, I didn't make any this year, really.  I have made a few over the last few months, but not particuarly for the new year...just for life.   I have to say, though, that 2006 has been more than interesting.  I found out I was going to the Peace Corps, loved and was loved, won dance competitions, travelled to Eastern Europe, had 3 months of vacation, had my heart broken - my fault, moved in with my sister in TN, far from my friends and life in California, and the list continues.  It's really been a year of transition and life lessons -  thus my blog title, In Transition.  I guess I'm hoping for another exciting year, but with fewer tears (this coming from the one who doesn't cry).  I'm looking forward to El Salvador and all God has in store for me.  I know that the main thing I want to change is the way I prioritize my time.  God and I are going to be having a lot of dates because He is the most important person/thing in my life, and yet my daily schedule doesn't reflect that.  So, hopefully when you see me next, if you ever see me, I'll be a bit wiser and my knees a bit rougher.  It's going to be a good year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116776026095241003?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116776026095241003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116776026095241003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116776026095241003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116776026095241003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007-happy-new-year-why-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116654614132647781</id><published>2006-12-19T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:35:41.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To update you all, I've moved in with my parents in Greenfield and have been here for about a week.  It's been awesome.  Sheena and I transformed my bedroom into a bedroom/entertaining room.  It's so different and fun.  Then, we've been solidifying her wedding plans.  I've been to like 3 Christmas parties already...crazy because it's 70 degrees outside and doesn't feel like Christmas at all!!!  Basically, I'm lovin' being at home, which is  a big deal since I'll be here until Feb.  Something really cool is that I think that I'll have the opportunities to spend time with friends from the past and rekindle a few relationships.  I'm really excited about that since I've been really horrible at keeping up with most people, and unfortunately, friends that I dearly loved at one point in my life have slipped through the cracks of time, and now I'm looking around going, what happened??  So, hopefully I've learned the lesson that relationships are important and that they require fostering and attention.  That might be harder to do once I'm in El Salvador, but hopefully the cyber world will be kind to me.  :) &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friends, though, I'm super psyched because I am leaving today to see 2 of my best friends in a whirlwind trip through Illinois.  It's going to be quick, yet long at the same time (on the road a while), but well worth it to spend some time with Alison and Evelyn before I'm on a jet plane out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116654614132647781?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116654614132647781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116654614132647781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116654614132647781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116654614132647781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-update-you-all-ive-moved-in-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116559990183479203</id><published>2006-12-08T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:45:01.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Baby!!  My friend Amanda (Perry) Rodriguez and her husband Robert have just  had their first child...Rachel Elizabeth Rodriguez, 5 lbs., 5 oz.  She has a head full of hair, they said, and is healthy.  So tiny!  Welcome Baby Rachel!!  I'm so excited because I get to see her and the new Mommy on Wed. after I get home!!!  Congratulations to their family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116559990183479203?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116559990183479203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116559990183479203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116559990183479203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116559990183479203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-baby-my-friend-amanda-perry.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116551739217696026</id><published>2006-12-07T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:49:52.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/1600/967698/Sheena_Ginger06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3082/320/196249/Sheena_Ginger06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a splendid evening!!  I taught at the BCM's Christmas Benefit Ball last night.  We did Tango, Salsa and Waltz.  It was so much fun!!  I haven't taught ballroom since the end of April, so it was a huge rush, and I felt so comftorable in my element...I miss it.  Anyway, the 80 something college students were great students.  I think everyone had a lot of fun, and they did really well with the dancing.  We stayed until 1 in the morning, just dancing and them asking questions and stuff.  There was this very pretty African man there that could really dance salsa.  I enjoyed him being there to help...and to look at. ;)Plus, it was a blast getting dressed up...this is only the second time Sheena and I have gone to a formal event together.  She looked beautiful.  When we saw each other, we were like, "Oh my goodness!  You look so pretty!!!"  It was a sweet moment.  She said she liked my hair and that she wants me to wear it like that for the wedding...yeh!  That's a relief!  No slicked-back look!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116551739217696026?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116551739217696026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116551739217696026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116551739217696026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116551739217696026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-had-splendid-evening-i-taught.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116422622029906749</id><published>2006-11-22T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:10:20.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!  I give thanks for a tight-knit family, for my friends - however far, for freedoms in our country, for freedom of my soul, for the ability to choose, for the health to dance and explore, for sanitary drinking water, for contacts, for my big heavy coat this time of year, for mercy and grace of God whom saved my soul from His wrath.  I am thankful for many things this year...and this is just the beginning of the list.  What about you?  Tell me what you're thankful for!  Have a good one and don't eat too much turkey and pecan pie!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116422622029906749?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116422622029906749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116422622029906749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116422622029906749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116422622029906749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving-i-give-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116405700154340732</id><published>2006-11-20T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:10:01.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Borat: Not so Nice.  So, abading others' advice to skip out on the praised, ground-breaking film Borat, I decided to see what all of the hype was for myself.  I mean, afterall, how bad could it be, right?  What are a few lawsuits??  AND, if it's a monumental occasion in comedy, I wanted to experience this first-hand and make up my own mind about it all....just maybe I'd laugh til my stomach hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after sitting through an hour of quite offensive humor, Sheena, a friend and I got up and walked out.  I never do that with movies, but I just couldn't handle the vulgarity.  Not only did Borat want to annilate the Jews, but there were also naked males rolling around on the bed together, and unspeakable other vulgarities.  I only wish I could describe to you what I saw and beg you not to submit yourself to the cruelty of humor gone bad, but it's just not something I want to post on the internet.  However, my mouth dropped about 10 times in a 'I can't believe he just said/did that!' kind of way.  It's one of those.  Although, I must admit that I laughed at a few things.  It actually would have been hilarious had he stayed away from the gross sexual stuff.  He ruined it by going too far in the 'I want to offend everyone possible on the face of the planet that there is to offend' kind of way.  Too bad because his character's funny.  Well, all of that to say that I'm mad I wasted $8.50, mad that the critics rated it an A movie, and mad that the world applauds this kind of disgusting humor.  Whatever happened to Bill Cosby?  "He's a-Nice." :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116405700154340732?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116405700154340732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116405700154340732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116405700154340732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116405700154340732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/11/borat-not-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116317050741730601</id><published>2006-11-10T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:49:29.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Success!! So, last night was the lingerie party of the century if I may be so bold. As you probably know, my sister's getting married in Jan., and this whole to-do of me being in Knoxville is for her. So, one can imagine how elated I was to fulfill one of my maiden duties of throwing a shower. First of all, I love throwing parties. How fun is it to decorate?!? Much. A Much too Much. Second of all, it was so great to have a party with all of Sheena's closest friends there, giving "advice" (what they've heard from others, including myself beings that no one's actually married in the group...except for Stacy, but she didn't come until later. However, we still appreciate her input.) and telling sweet and sappy stories - mostly funny of Sheena and what kind of stamp she's left on their lives. It made me a proud sis to hear how they all talked about her. She also got lots of sexy lingerie. I was surprised, though, at how not outrageous they were. I think everyone was thinking what they would want. It worked because she loves it all and tried them on last night (in front of like 10 girls, might I add...yep, she just stripped down in her excitement to wear ribbons and lace! What can I say, she's a Rowlett girl). In all, there were 20 girls at the party. Fun times!! I won't give details of the games played, I guess, but they were a hoot and the girls were good sports about it all. Let's just say one game involved a banana and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my little sister's getting married. It's so wonderful, but so crazy. I know it's going to be hard for them at first, being broke students and all, but I see their love for one another, and I know God will bless their union. They're willing to sacrifice and work at it. I've heard them talk about it and witnessed it myself. One thing I like is that Kydon told me the other day that he's learning what not to do and what to do with Sheena from watching us live together. He said he's going to have to do things when she asks, instead of putting them off. That's not in his natural habitating ways, but he's making a conscious note to have a happy wife, and he's willing to do it. That's when it hit me that he's good for her. I always thought no one could truly be good enough for her, but I realized there and then that he's better for her than me!!! Now hear me out...what I mean is that most of the time, I'm not willing to change my living habits (because I think my ways are better) and just say she needs to stop being so anal. I know that's not the best attitude, but it happens with sisters, I guess. I also guess that we'll see if he can actually hold up to his present observations and attempt to please the cleaning power of Sheena Marie. But, for now, I appreciate him thinking ahead of ways to make their marriage work and to prevent fusses over, what I think, is stupid - like when to fold the laundry or empty the dishwasher. God help em and God Bless em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116317050741730601?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116317050741730601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116317050741730601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116317050741730601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116317050741730601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/11/success-so-last-night-was-lingerie.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116316672237755218</id><published>2006-11-10T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:52:02.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viva El Salvador!!!  That's right, I'm headed south to Central America's smallest country in Feb. to work as a rural health facilitator in the Peace Corps.  I'm so excited that it's a Spanish speaking country because now I can refresh my skills and hopefully become fluent forever!! :)  I'm a bit nervous about my job though because I don't really know how to do it, but that's why I have 3 months of training, right?!?  Well, guests are welcome, so come visit if you can!!  They have great beaches, so we can surf or something...it will be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116316672237755218?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116316672237755218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116316672237755218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116316672237755218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116316672237755218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/11/viva-el-salvador-thats-right-im-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116162514702743029</id><published>2006-10-23T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:39:07.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church Happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah...Praise the Lord I found a church I like here in K-ville!!!  Seriously, that's a huge deal because I needed something to change my mind on Southern churches.  It's actually very similar to Mosaic, and the pastor said he got a lot of the ideas for the church from Pastor Erwin and Mosaic.  Needless to say, that thrills my soul.  Can I just say that I love to wear jeans to church?  Can I also say that I love a pastor that really challenges Christians?  I mean, as followers, we need to be taught/reminded/encouraged/challenged to actually follow and what that means.  I mean, yes, salvation is core, and I realize that's a huge ministry of the church is to tell others about Jesus Christ.  However,  I personally think (and that's a scary thing....my thoughts :} ) that one of the reasons why the church has failed to impact is because the same message is always taught...salvation...but what about after?  Discipleship is so important!  Our church is full of contented people (I realize I'm generalizing...bear with me) because they think they don't need to do much of anything because they're going to heaven....but are they?!? ;{  So, instead of preaching to the choir, persay, about salvation, preaching to the believers who are wondering just exactly how to pursue a relationship with this Savior and make Him Lord.  Well, anyway, as you can see, this is a soap box of mine, but basically, I'm just excited about Faith Promise.  So, now I'm actually looking forward to church next week!!! :)  Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116162514702743029?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116162514702743029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116162514702743029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116162514702743029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116162514702743029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/10/church-happy-hallelujah.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116126521284754304</id><published>2006-10-19T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:40:12.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this is really silly, but I'm in such a good mood just because I painted my nails! They're &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coral pink&lt;/span&gt;, and it makes me feel funky...I like it.  Maybe I'll paint them more often.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116126521284754304?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116126521284754304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116126521284754304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116126521284754304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116126521284754304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-this-is-really-silly-but-im-in-such.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116101937756002348</id><published>2006-10-16T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:24:18.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/10-19-2006-483.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/320/shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/10-19-2006-482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/10-19-2006-480.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/200/10-19-2006-480.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/10-19-2006-483.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/200/10-19-2006-483.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got back from a fun weekend home. We got so much stuff done for Sheena's wedding...dress, veil, shoes, columns, arch, flowers, cake...it was crazy and fun. Plus, I threw my friend Amanda Rodriguez a baby shower on Sat. She's expecting in Dec. with a baby girl, and it was my first baby shower to ever throw. I must say it was splendid :) with a cute Winnie the Pooh cake and balloons everywhere and yummy food and a couple of stupid games. She got lots of gifts, a nice start to her baby room, and I think everyone had a good time. The best part was that I got to see all of my friends from high school that I haven't seen in like 3 years. I'm the only one not married out of everyone...crazy. They all seem to be doing well, though, and it's hard to believe i was so nervous about seeing all of them because we just talked and laughed like we'd never missed a step. It was just nice to know that a blast from the past doesn't have to be awkward. I don't know why I thought it would be. Anyway! Then, my family and I cooked out in our backyard, as always. That was fun too, beings that it's like 40 degrees outside! Nothing like a good fire smell in the fall. It was just a good weekend, so thought I'd share. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116101937756002348?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116101937756002348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116101937756002348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116101937756002348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116101937756002348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-got-back-from-fun-weekend-home.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-116014584881120595</id><published>2006-10-06T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:44:08.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I went to a swing dance workshop last night for 4 hours, and I gotta say, I didn't realize how much I don't know!  It was amazing how much I learned in those hours, and also how humbling it was to be like, oh...I'm not so good...I need a lot of work.  I think it's a process for anyone working on an artform, especially professionals.  It was just cool, though.  We mainly concentrated on following (something I thought I did really well, but realized I stink ;O), and it reminded me of something one of the girls here told me about a month ago.  She said that when she was learning to dance, it was a huge lesson to her in life and spiritually.  See, as a follower, I can only do what my leader tells me to do, one step at a time.  I may assume what will happen next from past dances, or may try to finish a pattern because of knowledge of the step, but the lead can change it at anytime, using creativity and the music to make his own patterns, his own style, and his own steps.  My job is to follow each movement, wherever he leads...even if it's different than what I'm used to.  Also, I'm not in control of where I go...my lead is.  He's driving, and I'm along for the ride.  However, the fun part is that sometimes I get to add in my own steps, and my own styling...once I've learned how to follow completely.  It's pretty cool how dance and life correlate so much.  Trust and following...makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-116014584881120595?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/116014584881120595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=116014584881120595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116014584881120595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/116014584881120595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-went-to-swing-dance-workshop-last.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-115997053214470314</id><published>2006-10-04T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:02:12.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/family%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/320/family%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Family!  How blessed are those with a Father who's ways are upright, and a Mother who's love is boundless.  How blessed is the family who prays together, shares life's joys and sorrows, eats together, laughs together.  I am so thankful to God for my family.  After years of knowing many people and many families, I realize each and every day how unique my situation is and I wonder why.  Why did God bless us so?  Well, I do believe that generational obedience had something to do with it, and I believe that my parents' devotion to God is the root.   &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=2" version="'31"&gt;2 Samuel 7:29&lt;/a&gt; Now be pleased to bless the house of your servant, that it may continue forever in your sight; for you, O Sovereign LORD, have spoken, and with your blessing the house of your servant will be blessed forever." &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Psalm+37:26&amp;version=31"&gt;Psalm 37:26&lt;/a&gt;  They are always generous and lend freely; their children will be blessed (This one is a perfect description of my parents).  &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Psalm+144:15&amp;version=31"&gt;Psalm 144:15&lt;/a&gt; Blessed are the people of whom this is true; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I love my clan!!  Thanks Mom and Dad for raising me with the freedom to make my own decisions, but constant guidance in the ways of the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-115997053214470314?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/115997053214470314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=115997053214470314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/115997053214470314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/115997053214470314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-family-how-blessed-are-those-with.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-115877943330847390</id><published>2006-09-20T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:55:20.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I made that transition I was speaking of just fine...having a sister's a blast, and I love getting to spend time with her. However, it is kind of wierd not having a job I like and being hesitant at making friends and getting involved. It's like my guard is up and I'm enjoying alone time more and more because of the thought of moving away in a couple of months...it's like what's the point? However, I know this not to be the mindset of Christ, and I know that every moment is precious, and that everyday I have an opportunity to bless and be blessed. I want to be used in my time here in K-ville. One cool thing is that I got a second job teaching a latin workout class at the local YMCA. It should be great fun, and I get paid to exercise...how great is that?!? Plus, a Bible Study I've been attending is good...I just need to put more effort into connecting with the people in it, though. Well, until next time, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-115877943330847390?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/115877943330847390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=115877943330847390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/115877943330847390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/115877943330847390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-made-that-transition-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-115030176932105261</id><published>2006-06-14T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:19:10.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unclear Thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting in a great friend's house, drinking a good cup of coffee, and getting ready to spend a fun and peaceful day at the lake...it seems like I'd have no worries at all, and yet my spirit is stirring and my mind constantly racing. See, I just left my wonderful job that I loved in California, along with my friends and home of almost 3 years. I'll be living the rest of this year as a "vagabond" among family. While I left with a clear goal and exciting vision, I am currently questioning everything about my decision and my life choices. ( For those who don't know, I'm joining the Peace Corps and leaving in Feb. for 2 1/2 years overseas.) I guess that's normal when a huge transition occurs, but I want to be able to trust God completely in this...maybe that's the problem - I don't have 100% confirmation that I'm making the best decision for His Kingdom and/or my life. Basically, I need to be on my knees 24/7. So, it's a good thing that that great friend I mentioned above and I are spending time daily in prayer. AND, if anyone reading this is a follower of Christ, I'd appreciate your prayers as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-115030176932105261?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/115030176932105261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=115030176932105261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/115030176932105261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/115030176932105261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/06/unclear-thinking-right-now-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29021095.post-114904696892102032</id><published>2006-05-30T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:42:48.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New to this... write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29021095-114904696892102032?l=gingerranae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/feeds/114904696892102032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29021095&amp;postID=114904696892102032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/114904696892102032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29021095/posts/default/114904696892102032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerranae.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>In Transition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13422912489350917914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3082/1600/baltic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
