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Today’s post is a special one indeed in honor of a place so near and dear to my heart. A place that I was born, a place I was raised and a place that I have a feeling one day will call me back.

This Saturday the city of Louisville will be put on stage while the everyone watches the Kentucky Derby…… The Run for the Roses.

No matter near or far away the first Saturday in May always holds special meaning……
 Thank you Louisville for making me proud to call you home. 
Being the most northern southern town there is….. (my opinion if you ask me). 
For your fast horses, the sweet taste of a mint julep, your rolling green hills, your old Louisville charm, your incredible restaurants, your Kentucky hot brown, for loving basketball like more than most people love their families, for your summers spent on the lake, for catching fireflies as a kid and for making my childhood now look like scenes from a movie….. (almost too good to be true). 

You are missed but I am so glad I always have a place to go home too. 
(most certainly now that my whole family will be there)



  • The home my parents brought me home from the hospital too.
  • The house where I learned to ride my bike.
  • Where I played basketball with my dad and attempted to shoot threes from the line near the garage. (missed nearly every time)
  • Where my best friend lived next door and we would run between our yards.
  • Where my sister and I lost our hamster in his rolly ball thingy when he rolled out of the garage.
  • Where we waited on the steps Christmas morning.
  • Where we ran after golf balls that dad would hit out of backyard into the field behind our house.
  • Where we ran after the ice cream man as he drove by our street.
  • Where we waited for dad to come driving down the street with his fishing boat behind him and we would hop in the back just to ride up the drive way.
  • A place that was home for the first 15 years of my life.
  • The home that my parents built right before I went into high school. Just down the street from our old house.
  • The house I brought my new car home too on my sixteenth birthday so my friends could surprise me and decorate it.
  • The staircase that hosted many prom pictures.
  • The house that held my sixteenth birthday party, with all of my friends and ruined mom and Dads carpet.
  • The screened in porch that saw many a high school late night study sessions, Saturday morning paper readings and late nights with friends talking.
  • The house that was home for many basketball football watching parties.
  • The neighbors with the adorable kids that my mom played aunt/grandma too.
  • The house that I packed out of to leave for college.
  • The house was home for five years.

From my home in Honduras I will do my very best to pay my respects to my Ol Kentucky Home by making my kids celebrate the Derby. My roommates and I will drink bourbon in the first Saturday in Mays honor and will eat Drink and Be Merry. Happy Derby Week everyone!

More Kentucky Posts in Tow for this week…. As well no School tomorrow. Dia De Mayo (May day!) Woohoo! Whatever it means I will take it :)

“The beach, where doing absolutely nothing is doing something”
Friday after taking a quick photo with one of my very favorite girls Jency, (lives with Alison at the Eternal Family Project) Matt, Kylie and I were beach bound for the weekend…. We hired a taxi to drop us off in the town of El Progresso. After buying a necessary chunky chocolate chip cookie (for me) at Dunkin Donuts and Ice-cream for Kylie at Baskin Robins we stood on the side of the road attempting to flag down a bus to take us further on down the highway an hour and half to Tela. Tela is a beach town that sits right on the Caribbean  We have been to this place twice last fall and could not wait to get there……
We got a bus and the next thing you know we were already on the beach, wine and beer in hand watching the sunset. The sunset did not disappoint either……Leaving school at 2 pm and seeing the sunset by 5:30 pm… not bad if you ask me. We stayed at the Caribbean Coral Inn, a Bed in Breakfast right on the water. As a guest you are staying in cabins on the beach that are apart of the families home as well. All food is cooked by the wife and she makes everything fresh ready to order. So good… 
Our weekend top moments:
  • Dinner served fresh made to order….. and the very best garlicky sauce for salad with garlic bread.
  • Saturday Morning the three of us did yoga by the sea, followed by being in the ocean all afternoon with nothing to do. 
  • Eating Pizza in Tela at the beach Saturday Night. Stuffed crust and breadsticks… it has been far too long pizza, far too long……
  • Saturday night getting in bed before 8:30 pm. All three of us. Full, sunburnt and happy. Headlamps were on and we were reading our books. 
  • Sunday morning breakfast, followed by more yoga on a deck barely big enough for the three of us. Which then led to more swimming in the ocean….
  • Sunday on our way home we stopped in San Pedro bus station stocking up on things we have not been able to buy in a quite some time, chips, whole wheat pasta for matt, grapes, granola bars, chocolate…..
  • Should not forget when Matt saved the day by grabbing the wheel to avoid hitting a bunch of rocks that were blocking construction being done….. while our taxi driver was elsewhere…..
Here are some pictures…. Enjoy
Smiling because it is Friday
Picture taken out of the bus, no filter, bluest sky and greenest landscape.
Matt
Sunsetting…
Me…. 
Morning… Before our yoga session.
So sunny and so beautiful
Being goofy….

This is a small collection of nearly 20 or so pictures I have of us three that night on the beach… 

Kylie and I acting natural

Matts thoughts on being at the beach

As you can tell we nearly had the entire beach to ourselves the whole weekend with the exception of a few locals in the afternoon.

Acting natural again.
Now I am back at school, just six weeks to go and Honduras is finished… for this chapter at least. It was a great weekend, much needed R and R with my two favorite born and raised Ohioans (Buckeyes/irish)

Do go to the beach for the weekend….. Just Because………
After school tomorrow we are beach bound…… I will catch up with all of you after the weekend.
Warmest to you….

***Ps. Happy Draft day everyone…. Broncos

45 days…. just shy of 6.5 weeks left until I am finished in Honduras. School will be finished and I will say goodbye to my 22 little ones…. say goodbye to my five roommates and I will board a bus to Nicaragua for a week and then on to Costa Rica for a month… Where has the time gone? There was a time when this year seemed to be such a daunting thing before me. It was such a big unknown and now these 10 months are nearly complete….

Seems so strange how much time has passed…..I got my haircut yesterday in hopes that if it was butchered I would have enough time for it to grow back before I moved back to the States and need to look presentable. No worries, the hair cut was as success… all six dollars of it 🙂

There are few things I am craving right now, specific things I cannot wait to see and do when I get stateside. In other ways there are many things that I could turn my back on and be quite happy if I were to never experience or taste them for a very long time….. here is my current craving, desire list….

  • I crave a grande non-fat, extra hot, no foam, two splenda latte from Starbucks (ridiculous I know :)) and not just any latte but one that came after I stood  in a line, in an air conditioned room, watching as others lined up behind me for their cup of joe before their day begins.
  • I crave a cold coors light at a rockies baseball game and a big ol bag of kettle corn. Regardless of whether the season is looking good for the team. That’s what I want. To sit a coors field, watch the boys play and be under the lights.
  • I long to sit on a couch. Like a proper comfy couch with cushions and pillows. Maybe even put a blanket around me because it may be cold. Watch a movie. Oh how wonderful this would be.
  • I cant wait to go for a run outside and not worry about someone cat calling, whistling, slowing down their car to watch me, or just plain starring (hence I rarely run here).
  • I long to have options for dinner besides, fried chicken, honduran baleada, the D and D, or the Chinese restaurant below our house. Sushi, sandwich place, barbecue, steak, mexican food? Options Options……
  • I cant wait to eat at a table that does not have small shrimp/lobster bugs living in it or ants running all over it. To not be afraid to eat something off the table for fear it has “extra proten” (What we call small bugs found in drinks or food).
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  • I am over getting up at 6:30 am to catch a bus to go to school. I am tired and who likes school anyway…. ( I thought I graduated?)
  • I am tired of feeling dirty, dirty feet, dusty house, living in dirt.
  • I am so over showering in our kitchen, with the sometimes way too hot…. sometimes freezing temperatures, mediocre water pressure and exposed wires that can electrocute you…
  • I never want to be bitten by a mosquito again. Over those little son of a guns period.
  • I am tired of feeling like I am living in a video game of mario cart while riding in a bus or in a car, trying to avoid pot holes, or holding on for life in the back of a pick up truck to avoid being killed by another crazy driver.

You may read this and say well yes I would be “over” those things too but….. may want to ask me, “Aren’t you going to miss it???”………My reply…… Yes…. More than you know…. More than I am afraid I myself can even comprehend.

Such is life… always wanting the things you cannot have.

I will miss riding in the back of pick up trucks, listening to the best of the 80s on the way to school at 6:30 am, miss not caring that I have not showered in a day or two, blow dried my hair in months, and that my feet are constantly covered in dirt, I will miss sitting around the campfire at the D and D even though I was bitten by a bunch of bugs. Most of all I will miss the family that I have here. We are all we have here and let me tell you…. couldn’t have been more lucky to call them roommates, colleagues, and my now honduran family.

Loving this verse today…. in the midst of counting down and being present…. Matt shared this with my mom and I and it remains ever true in my heart today…

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[a]?
28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. 

Matthew 6:25-34

Scenes around our house and at school. Happy Hump Day Yall…

**** Top left: The men installing something on the internet through the roof in our house.  Top right: My favorite things right now, dark chocolate my mom brought, and sparkling water. Bottom Left: The face of a boy who has begged for my blue pen all day long. Bottom Right: cutest boy ever on the way home from school in the back of a pickup truck.

I am continuing my monthly letters to things post…….. Enjoy the letters written below. Happy Monday.



Dear mating geckos/ lizards in our house,

Let me start by saying I am sorry. So sorry the flash scared you and interrupted your inappropriate behavior. Perhaps next time choose a more discreet location than the center of the wall in our kitchen to create baby geckos.

From the Paparazzi Me

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Dear Denver,
How I cannot wait to see you soon, to bask in all your goodness. To see Washington park filled with people playing volleyball in the summer, to attend Sunday church at DCC, to run your trails, to hike your mountains, to sit at the bar at Lola, to pretend I am back in college at our Elizabeth house with Ez and Rach, to see the snow capped mountains, to eat at your yummy food places…… i have missed you and could not be more excited to call you home again.
As John Denver made you once famous, I can hear the song now, “Rocky Mountain High”
love your soon to be resident again

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Dear To Do List,

Yep that’s right, conquered so many things on your list today…… took trash out, washed my sheets, fruit and vegetable shopped, wrote my kids report cards, put laundry away, completed lottery for junior league…… next time you try and make yourself so daunting consider yourself warned.

from the one who defeated you today

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Dear Mom,

Thank you for coming. For putting up with my many requests for you to come, for booking your ticket and visiting Honduras. Thank you for the chocolate chip cookies that so many people were able to share and eat (the girls in the kitchen at the D and D, Ramon and Lotte, random guests at the D and D, Alison’s girls, my roommates, Roman our taxi driver) everyone so appreciated it. I am so glad I was able to show you this place that has been my home for a year. My kids loved you and asked today where you were today. I think they were not the only ones sad to see you go. So grateful for your heart and how you love people well. You taught me to do that. I can’t wait for you to come to Denver and visit. See you hopefully sooner than later.

 love Your Daughter
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Dear Justin, (you get the longest letter)

The picture of the day we met. One of my favorite pictures. Me and you upon first meeting. My face one bewitched, laughing, caught in action talking to a stranger. You told me that I should have known long before this picture that I had just gotten myself into trouble. I don’t refer to you as trouble.  Our meeting was one of the greatest things that has ever happened. I miss you. Shame on you for leaving so soon…… Could you have at least waited till I came back to Denver to see your face one last time. We had plans remember. We were going to relive our days from last summer. 
The shirt that I spilled red wine on over when I was with you……..It is now one of my most treasured possessions, reminds me of one of my most favorite evenings in Colorado. 

I have spoken to your family and seems that I am not the only one who thought the world of you. Although if I know you at all your probably laughing at our many tears. You were always good at that. Behave yourself up there. Perhaps you could meet my grandfather, he was quite the ladies man in his day, perhaps you guys could be wingmen in heaven together. (he may give you a run for your money)
Do me a favor and make everyone laugh like you made me laugh. Make people feel special like you were always able to do. Have the whole room in tears from giggling…..

Thanks to you, my children at school think at many times throughout the day something is wrong with their teacher for randomly crying. Puffy eyes I now often have. Thanks so much for that….

This summer I am going to meet your family and share with them all of the good things I knew about you, although I am sure they already know. I imagine they will be just as wonderful as you were.
This fall I will be a Seahawks fan in your honor. (not sure it will last, hopefully the broncos are everything they are supposed to be). I do hope you get to see all the game this year.
I miss you. Everyday.

damn you…. love kristina (from mexico)

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