Round-Up Sunday

Mi familia en Lincoln City

Our family went to Lincoln City in the early evening, then had a lovely dinner at Kylo's Restaurant. With our stomachs full to the brim we walked the beach and were Blessed with an incredible sunset. God's creation is amazing!!

The Hummer, The Beach, Caleb and Myself

I have a story to tell...it goes like this..One day the Hummer came up to me and asked if he could go for a drive to the beach...well whom am I to tell the Hummer no?  So since my husband was at work,  Sammy was at work, Jacob was at work and Caleb was doing school but he was more than willing to come with me.......I had to oblige the Hummer in his request.

So I called and asked Sammy if that would be permissible and Sammy said yes!! YAY!! So thus was the trip to the beach and introducing the Hummer to some sand.

There is nothing more beautiful than the Oregon Coast on a clear day!!

Appliance Repair

We are so excited that the Lord has helped our family to start our own Appliance Repair business.  My husband has done this type of work for prob 27 years of his life. 

 He does an awesome job of it and we are happy to send him out in the field to help people with their repairs plus give some great customer service to go along with it. 

Check us out at Here

Sensing Victory

     

 In college Jacob's favorite class is creative writing..This is one of his compositions he wrote that I wanted to share.

Jacob Avendano
Fall Term 2012                                                             

                                                  

                                                               Sensing Victory             

     “Hit the ground!” I shouted as I dove headfirst onto the grass in my front yard. My brother, Caleb, hid himself on the ground a few feet behind me. As I lay slightly covered by a low growing bush, I for the first time that afternoon noticed how hot it was. I rolled over on my side and my eyes took in the view I had from my position on the ground: to my right lay an open front yard with freshly cut green grass, a few flowers, and a Hummer parked in the driveway. The only movement seemed to be the American flag that moved almost unnoticeably with the breeze. 

     Looking down the barrel of my gun, I turned my attention to the side of the house nearest me. I figured the grassy pathway leading to the backyard would be where the enemy planned to advance. I strained to hear any human noises coming from the backyard but all I could hear were birds chirping in a neighbor’s yard. 

     A strange smell wafted my direction and for a moment I feared the enemy was concocting some sort of chemical compound to launch my direction. Then I noticed my neighbor taking a bag of trash out to his garbage can on the street. I waved with one hand and resumed my tensed position.

     My hands became tired so I loosened my grip on my gun. The rubber grips kept my hands firmly connected, which would be important should I need to whip around and take a shot.

     Tilting my head to one side, I spat out a wad of grass I received when I instinctively hit the ground earlier. My brother snickered behind me and tossed a small pebble at my head. Had I not been scanning the premises for the enemy, I would have tossed something in return.

     Suddenly I noticed some movement coming from the back of the house where my mother had planted her raised garden beds. My insides jumped with adrenaline as I realized this was what we had been waiting for. I could hear my brother crawling up beside me as we braced ourselves for combat. 

     A twig that snapped over my head from a well aimed shot gave us a split second to react. As I jumped to my feet and ran to take cover behind the fence, my brother sprinted around the other side of the house and disappeared. I peeked through an eye-hole in the worn wooden fence and saw a masked head looking at me from the corner of the house. I could have taken my shot, but I waited for him to make the first move.

     Suddenly a war hoop and repeated gunshots broke the silence. The enemy, being outflanked, turned on his heel and charged straight at me. In one fluid movement I stepped out, leveled my gun and put a shot squarely between his eyes. A look of shock flashed over his features his knees bent and he fell to the ground in a heap. 

     I didn’t move an inch. I stayed with my handgun trained on the body lying just in front of me. The enemy had dropped his fully automatic AK-47 and it now lay in a ditch that was halfway full of water. His crumpled dirty shirt showed evidence that he had been crawling along on the ground prior to being flushed out from his hiding spot. Finally sensing there was no more fight left in him, I lowered my gun and spinning on my heel, returned to the front yard.

     There was something so apparent about the victory that I could almost taste it. So strong it seemed to take away the remaining taste of grass that lingered in my mouth. 

     The flag that had been hanging practically limp before was now gallantly flowing in the wind. The grass seemed greener, the sky clearer and the sun brighter. I could almost hear the faint notes of patriotic music in the background if I cupped my ears and listened hard. 

     I heaved a sigh as Caleb ran up and met my gaze. He seemed intent on saying something because his face was red and he appeared excited, but I held my hand up to silence him. 

With emotion and pride lingering in my voice, I spoke.

“We did it! Great job working as a team,” I said reaching for a handshake.

And that’s when it happened. A faint click from the backyard exploded my reverie and a sharp pain seared through the back of my head that knocked me to my knees. Caleb bolted for cover back on the side of the house where he had come from. The victory I had been savoring only moments earlier had once again been replaced with the sour taste of grass in my mouth as I crumbled face first to the ground.

     Soft footsteps came up behind me and an arm that was clothed with the opposing forces markings lifted my arm and reached for my gun. 

     It was then that a realization struck me so suddenly and hard that it stuck into my side like an arrow. 

“The enemy called for back up. Blast it.”

     I flopped over on my back to wait until the remaining Air Soft battle would come to an end, promising to myself that next time it would be different. I would make sure every one from the opposing team had been taken care of before I was swallowed up in victory and got distracted. 

     But the strange thing was, I could still hear patriotic music playing in the background.

Jacob

Apples

So we were on a great hunt for Gravenstein Apples....my grandmother and mother only use Gravenstein for apple pies. These are a really old type of apple and have a short season when they are ripe... they are difficult to find so we are always on the lookout!!

On the hunt

The new head whacker :)

This is what apple pickers are used for

Yes, we even wanted the ones that didn't look so great

The brown spot on Jacob's nose is to prove that they really were working to find apples ?!

Hot Air Balloon

In a field a little ways from our housing development, they had a tethered hot air balloon for an advertising venue. Well, Mr. Caleb decided he wanted a ride in the balloon and Jacob didn't really want to wait in line so I stayed with Caleb and I was the photographer :)

  

Did you hear in the news recently about a couple that got married in a hot air balloon and on the way down it crashed?!  Yikes, I have no desire to be in a balloon tethered or not~~

 Finally Caleb's turn for a ride

 Caleb tells me that it is a rope hanging down and that it is not attached to his head :)

 

 So they came down to land but the lady operator accidentally sent them back up LOL

 Up again

Saw this adorable car while waiting for Caleb the second time :)