tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192167482024-03-18T23:51:00.190+00:00Across The MilesThe Parker's Journey in Missions
Jos, NigeriaThe Parker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751786958886048821noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19216748.post-56407531950096311292008-10-02T16:02:00.000+01:002008-10-02T17:20:42.498+01:00Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQ2fidTMDUEPPWr7fLU0xDINZ7xdivszedBNGYTnsuRxYuN-0PtwfYQ5PgCLcK1w069Nm0hNYV7nCatfCZJwkwdVjICocNO6pmtXnlrnJlYqYESL1Rvgn4Dqtn9Y0xhdeSFmp/s1600-h/n1235195912_30097224_5937.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQ2fidTMDUEPPWr7fLU0xDINZ7xdivszedBNGYTnsuRxYuN-0PtwfYQ5PgCLcK1w069Nm0hNYV7nCatfCZJwkwdVjICocNO6pmtXnlrnJlYqYESL1Rvgn4Dqtn9Y0xhdeSFmp/s320/n1235195912_30097224_5937.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252588930420947042" /></a><br />We are settling back into life in the States. However, much of our hearts is still miles away. We are fortunate to be able to stay in touch with our friends in Nigeria via the internet, but it is still just not the same. We feel so blessed to have fallen in love with so much and so many that we feel the pain of being so far away. <br /><br />As many of you have requested, here is a brief update on our lives:<br /><br />We are living in Pleasant View, TN, just a wee bit northwest of Nashville. We love our home and are enjoying slowly reconnecting with friends and family. Right now we are all in a rush to try to find warm clothes to wear since we've lived in tshirts and flipflops for the last 2 years. 60 degrees seems much colder than I remember! The cooler weather is allowing us to enjoy our favorite time of year for the first time in a long while-and oh, how we've missed the turning of the leaves, tobacco smokin' barns, pumpkins all around!<br /><br />Jon is enjoying working at <a href="http://www.vceinc.com/index.htm">VCE</a>. He doesn't mind the bit of traveling he must do because he loves cruising around in his dream vehicle, a black <a href="http://www.jeep.com/en/2008/wrangler_unlimited/">Rubicon</a>. <br /><br />Lauren is taking a full load at Austin Peay State University after graduating from high school a year early. She has had the joy of jet-setting around the country to visit friends she met in Nigeria. In less than a week, we will be celebrating her 18th birthday! <br /><br />Mattie Grace continues to play her flute in the middle school band. She enjoys her new friends at school and is looking forward to high school next year!<br /><br />Naomi is running for middle school Vice President. She has a platform of changing the school, community, and world with some lofty ideas. She spent the summer at various camps, with her favorite being the Herbitology one-where she learned about played with snakes, lizards, etc.<br /><br />While I am job hunting, I have been fixing up our new house by stripping wallpaper, painting walls, and enjoying cooking while watching wild turkeys and deer walking through our backyard. <br /><br />This month holds so much to look forward to:<br /><br />Visits by different family members and friends<br />Helping with <a href="http://www.shootforthefuture.net/">Shoot for the Future</a><br />Lauren's BIG birthday<br />Camping with friends<br />Fall Break<br />Weekend in the mountains with my girlfriends<br />High School reunion<br />Preparing for the upcoming holidays!<br /><br />There is the update. More to come later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Stats Script Start -->
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<!-- Stats Script End --></div>The Parker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751786958886048821noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19216748.post-29006308135081313642008-06-30T14:31:00.000+01:002008-06-30T14:57:49.599+01:00The Checklist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpbM3HcrRN9Xr7CNAdITFpEkGmKLCSwhJaiaKjMizyDBGl9uloQJF0J9W2QPhTurtDyn2SaDCjkUVSY3feBt4d7bWoMS4HYi2QaN0Z3yF21_76aGuAHfsyuc2yP_Cpu1_V-Zd/s1600-h/main_ext_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpbM3HcrRN9Xr7CNAdITFpEkGmKLCSwhJaiaKjMizyDBGl9uloQJF0J9W2QPhTurtDyn2SaDCjkUVSY3feBt4d7bWoMS4HYi2QaN0Z3yF21_76aGuAHfsyuc2yP_Cpu1_V-Zd/s320/main_ext_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217673388680257666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXnlbcj_gLCfFh0l7SvTN4JOzAkYmctlmQBYafeVwMkRTiCLa-vCvlALk8OApAj8EW4mmbwE-G2hDo8mQtcBM5TnObwjyBOPDFp8CdzJZYCeZWKla28z9-MfePxGEX2CPGEvY/s1600-h/pinto85.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXnlbcj_gLCfFh0l7SvTN4JOzAkYmctlmQBYafeVwMkRTiCLa-vCvlALk8OApAj8EW4mmbwE-G2hDo8mQtcBM5TnObwjyBOPDFp8CdzJZYCeZWKla28z9-MfePxGEX2CPGEvY/s320/pinto85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217673314219862226" /></a><br /><br /><br />1- Job for Jon found. He loves it. <br /><br />2- Offer on a house was accepted. We will be living in Pleasant View, TN. (Isn't that a sweet name for a town?) Expect to close and move in within a few weeks. <br /><br />3- Job for Julie-hope to hear news this week. <br /><br />4- Vehicle for Jon found. Will purchase soon. Is a Jeep a family car? Apparently so. <br /><br />5- Vehicle for Julie- soon. Decided a Lincoln Navigator was just too much of a gas guzzler, but don't care for the body shape of a Pinto...hope to find one somewhere in between, but will probably be closer to the Pinto! :)<br /><br />6- Trip to Charlotte for medical testing and debriefing- done.<br /><br />7- Trip to Memphis- SO enjoyed the fellowship of new and old friends.<br /><br />8 - is the number of different beds we've slept in this month.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Stats Script Start -->
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<!-- Stats Script End --></div>The Parker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751786958886048821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19216748.post-39252680203048757642008-04-04T22:04:00.001+01:002008-04-04T22:36:49.209+01:00I've Been TaggedI have been "tagged" many times before, but I have always ignored them. However, about a month ago I promised Stephanie (hey, Steph!) I would post my answers to hers. So (a month later!) I am fulfilling my promise. Finally. This is how it works: I replaced her answers for my own. Hope this makes you happy, my friend.<br /><br />1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? just my middle name---named after my brother's kindergarten girlfriend, I think. <br /><br />2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? recently. <br /><br />3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I think so. haven't really thought about it. <br />4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT? deli peppered turkey. <br />5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? three daughters I gave birth to, and many others that call me mama. <br />6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? absolutely....and we'd have a blast! <br />7. WHAT IS YOUR GUILTY INDULGENCE?<br />being alone. and grape.<br /><br />8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yup...and i've never broken a bone! <br />9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? already have. loved it. wanna do it again. <br />10. WHAT CHORE DO YOU LEAST LIKE?<br />making someone unhappy, even when it is necessary.<br /> <br />11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? 99.9% of the time I wear flip flops. .1% I untie.<br /> <br />12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? yes. but not lately. <br />13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? not a fan of ice cream....but if I eat, it is mint choc chip. only. <br />14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? eyes. <br />15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? <br />brown. <br /> <br />16. DO YOU LIKE WILDFLOWERS OR ARRANGEMENTS?<br />any flower- fresh and handpicked. <br /> <br />17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? my girlfriends. desperately miss them. and of course my brothers. and mom. and dad. and Target.<br /> <br />18. WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR SPARE TIME? what spare time?<br /> <br />19. WHAT IS SOMETHING THAT WOULD SURPRISE ME ABOUT YOU?<br />i always score as an introvert on personality tests. <br /> <br />20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? rice. <br />21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?<br />itunes....a WIDE variety of music!<br /><br /><br />22. WHAT DO YOU COLLECT? i used to collect antique scales. now i collect class passes.<br /> <br />23. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE FAVOURITE SMELLS? rain<br />gardenia<br />cinnamon<br /> <br />24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?<br />Saira <br />25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE POSSESSION?<br />my photos. and letters from those I love. <br />26. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH? soccer. bball. or whatever my hubby, kids, or people i know are playing. <br />27. HAIR COLOR? blonde-ish. <br />28. EYE COLOR? green. everyone else in my family has blue eyes. beautiful blue. <br />29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? not since a series of eye surgeries! yippee. <br />30. FAVOURITE FOOD? salad. honestly. <br /> <br />31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? happy. or ones that make me think. <br />32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? remember the titans. with my class. <br />33. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? white tank top and old faded levis and a watch. <br />34. SUMMER OR WINTER? fall. or dry season. <br />35. HUGS OR KISSES? real hugs. <br /><br /><br />36. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?<br />snakes. <br /> <br />37. DRINK OF CHOICE?<br />anything carbonated, with ice. but am quitting soon. very soon. <br /><br /><br />38. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST ACCOMPLISHMENT LATELY?<br />learning to drive stick shift last year. freedom!<br /><br /><br />39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?<br />finished re-reading Gabaldon's series. the best. my favorite.<br /><br /><br />40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?<br />no mouse pad. hate mice. love touch pad. <br /><br /><br />41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?<br />no tv. hardly ever watch tv. but I did just fly through a dvd of prison break, season two.<br /><br /><br />42. FAVORITE SOUND?<br />laughter. the kind that makes your eyes water.<br /><br /><br />43. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?<br />where is home? <br /><br />Wanna play? just leave your anwers in the comment section, email them, or provide a link.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Stats Script Start -->
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<!-- Stats Script End --></div>The Parker Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751786958886048821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19216748.post-73622042958037798272008-03-09T18:00:00.001+00:002008-03-09T21:45:29.152+00:00Wedding Day Timeline<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegF3x8to1hSt40mdzCyHiCh7CBJEamxi8EInSa8sR0nzvnrqjjP_o5fubIT-hiW3AK8MVxhIBEuVhxuvkj8ccnatXdfBBlGM5yoAwj_Wdl2yenCdQD8RIZVqofpXumDSOdmAZ/s1600-h/100_5364.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegF3x8to1hSt40mdzCyHiCh7CBJEamxi8EInSa8sR0nzvnrqjjP_o5fubIT-hiW3AK8MVxhIBEuVhxuvkj8ccnatXdfBBlGM5yoAwj_Wdl2yenCdQD8RIZVqofpXumDSOdmAZ/s320/100_5364.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175850462657349890" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-eKAf6igjS7I0Fv9hXdRzoQDSeRWG0W1-i-vFU4P0OSojOutJFjlEAA580Khmuy00qy0iY6drC5lyhRZ8bZLX-fOiQKrIl8_XBBKlY7IybLztV5j_Xa3tS0dme-tzmgDvb94/s1600-h/100_5385.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-eKAf6igjS7I0Fv9hXdRzoQDSeRWG0W1-i-vFU4P0OSojOutJFjlEAA580Khmuy00qy0iY6drC5lyhRZ8bZLX-fOiQKrIl8_XBBKlY7IybLztV5j_Xa3tS0dme-tzmgDvb94/s320/100_5385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175849955851208946" /></a><br /><br /><br />6:30 AM Jon, with upset stomach, leaves to pick up family of the bride (16 people in our 9 passenger van) from a village a few hours away. He is given pounded yam and a warm Maltina for breakfast by family. Women in van practice their notorious chants/yells all the way. <br /><br />10:55 Julie arrives at church. (Church is under construction.)<br /><br />11:00 Wedding starts without family. (About 30 in attendance at this point.)<br /><br />11:15 Family (and Jon) arrives but not worried they are late. <br /><br />11:45 Window frame falls out of church window. <br /><br />1:00 Wedding ends. (Total of about 200 in attendance by end of wedding.)<br /><br />2:00 Reception begins (Julie escapes.)<br /><br />Mid Afternoon-Jon returns family of bride to village<br /><br />Night- Jon begins return to Jos with a big batch of furniture for newly married couple (including a now-soaked mattress due to the unexpected rain)<br /><br />8:00 Julie wonders if she should send out search and rescue when there is no Jon-sighting. Decides she doesn't know where to search. Makes a bunch of grilled cheese sandwiches for the dozen kids who are in the house. <br /><br />9:30 Jon arrives-completely worn out. Julie is relieved he is alive and well.<br /><br />11:45 Last student leaves the house after hours of eating, playing games, laughing, and lots of talking. <br /><br />11;47 PM We fall into bed. (I think Jon is willing to offer $ to our own girls to elope!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Stats Script Start -->
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