(Ringing telephone...)
Bill: Bueno?
Steph: Hey Bill... it's Steph. We're headed out to the ranch for a little daytrip, and wondered if we could get the keys for the houses?
Bill: Ummm... I think they're in the kitchen. Who's going out?
Steph: Me, Jenna, Joel [Leman] and the little guys.
Bill: Oh... um, do you need me to go?
Steph: No, I think we're okay. We've been there before...
Bill: Well, I mean... I could go if you wanted...
Steph: Well... if you want to. We'll just be out there for a bit... but you don't have to if you don't want.
Bill: Well, I mean... it could... I could... if you wanted, you know.
Steph: (slightly puzzled) So... you want to go? Or not?
Bill: Well, I mean... sure... sure... if you want... I could go.
Steph: (laughing) So... we'll pick you up then???
Bill: Oh, sure... yeah, that would be okay...
After this inauspicious but amusing start to the trip, we all piled into the big white robber van and headed out to the ranch for a couple hours of trekking through sand and popo... what could be more fun?!? On the way out we were able to experience Mr. Leman's driving skills, which brought the heart-drop-to-the-floor kind of excitement that riding a unicycle along the edge of a ravine with a 500-foot drop and only sharp, jagged rocks at the bottom might bring... ;) However, we arrived safely (to be fair... we weren't ever really in danger) and stopped at the little tiendita (store) in the town of Cebolla (yes... the town's name is "Onion"). Bill bought all the little boys tiny bottles of juice and pop, which were a big success as we arrived at the ranch, and strolled around in the dry heat.
Standing at the well... the boys were all pretty excited to see the water running, and kept jumping up and down, shouting "Agua! Agua! Agua!" At right, Bill holds Candi up to the water - she is our little water-bug, and thoroughly enjoys being doused with water... whether in the tub or with a glass of water!
Eduardo was so excited about his drink that he refused to put it down... at all. He spent the first hour leaning against our legs drinking his juice from "Pappi Bill"... ;)
There were a couple of horses out at the ranch that the neighbors let graze, and the boys decided to chase after. You might have to increase the picture size, but this was taken in the heat of the chase as Aaron and Diego ran full-tilt behind the trotting horse trying to catch up.
This picture was taken as we jumped the ditch... my moving pictures never turn out, but this one was fun... and also 3.5 seconds before catching my toe in the wire fence and about falling on my face... graceful, very graceful.
We also looked at the remains of a dead cow... which was a very solemn moment until Bill and Joel decided to tell the boys that we were having hamburgers from cow brain/head for lunch... grossness.
6 comments:
stef
you know Bill is a little sluggish in the morning, so U need to kick start him once in a while... and i think we need to invest in a water bottle 4 JO-EL so he dont have to keep useing that same manzana bottle over and over, and the last time lisa and i took jenna and the guys out to the ranch, she had to change a diper also.. only diff. was, we didnt stop!! sounds like a great trip.. looking forward to or next trip to the ranch..
bash <><
Wishing we were there....
The heat sounds pretty good, Indiana is just not that warm yet!
'chillin' in Indiana
mama d y joe mama
Bash- Thanks for the consideration. I have a waterbottle but could always use the extra money.
Steph- If it had only been you and I in the van I probably would of sacrificed myself and really put us in danger.
-Limon
Hey, about the diaper...
After I changed Gaby, I wrapped it in the plastic bag that I remembered to bring and threw it in the back of the van. And then I forgot about it. Yeah, that's right. That stinky poopy diaper stayed a whole hot afternoon in the back of the van. When I went in the van that night, I could only drive if I had the windows down. It was horiffic. (I do not even know how to spell that word but it is the only word that I can think to use that correctly shows how awful it was.) Gross.
Range? We just installed a new one in our kitchen. Did you mean ranch, or ranchero, or farm? Or is it one of those Kansas things like "Home, Home on the r....?" You need to educate us poor Hoosiers:) and to quote you (lol).
Thanks Steph. Always enjoy reading your blog.
Mark G
Limon: I can't wait for the next road trip [said in a very very dry, droll tone of voice]. By the way, you will pay for that comment on the last post... I don't know how, but be worried... very, very worried... lol
Jenna: I agree... grossness.
Mark: I think I heard Nicole call it the "range" and it stuck in my mind... I almost thought of calling the post "Home, home on the..." but wasn't sure if the Indiana folk would catch on... ;) [wink instead of "lol"].
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