<?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-3901923787153432656</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:17:40.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mattackal Bulletin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-2498955404509091348</id><published>2009-11-20T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:15:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Sri Lanka....</title><content type='html'>Are up on&lt;br /&gt; http://picasaweb.google.com/lisa.mattackal/SriLanka2009#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-2498955404509091348?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/2498955404509091348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-of-sri-lanka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/2498955404509091348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/2498955404509091348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-of-sri-lanka.html' title='Pictures of Sri Lanka....'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-8363161878284203085</id><published>2009-10-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:51:12.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stop, Look, and Listen" Doesn't Work!</title><content type='html'>Every child in the U.S. is taught the following from the time they can walk:"When you cross the street, stop, look for cars, and listen for traffic." Anyway, I've had  these instructions  firmly drilled in my head since I was four years old. But as they say, (who is "they", anyway?), "new ballgame, new rules." Actually, I think I made that up 3 seconds ago. I have now been inducted into "their" ranks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I (or "we") was saying, now that we live in India, the whole "stop, look, and listen" catchphrase is slightly...unusable.  Or to say the least, it needs some revision, a fact which Timothy and I found out a few weeks ago while trying to cross the Basva Nagar Main Road.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the road is no more than five to ten feet across, but is an extremely busy one, especially at certain times of the day. It is incredibly narrow, but somehow, countless cars, bikes, dogs, cows, buses, tankers, and don't forget the auto-rickshaws, manage to squeeze onto it! This was the same road that Timothy and I were trying to cross. All we wanted was a tennis ball from the "Fancy and Gift Store". So, we waited outside the Nilgiris (that's the equivalent of Wal-Mart for you Americans), waiting to cross the road. So, we stopped. We looked. We listened. And we waited. And we waited. And we waited. In spite of all our waiting, the flow of countless cars, bikes, dogs, cows, ect. did not slacken, in fact, it only grew  more congested. Now, the both of us were quickly beginning to see that our entire philosophy regarding street-crossing was under relentless attack. We tried a couple times, but were nearly crushed into a pulp by oncoming traffic, while staring in bewilderment at all the others who had somehow managed to pass the street. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I looked at Timothy and said, ", I don't think we're going to get out of here!"Timothy, the ever wise brother said, " Let's just walk across and the cars will probably stop." So, that became our plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;So....we began to run across. We dodged an auto, jumped back out of the path of an oncoming bike, and Timothy was nearly run over by a car. I got scared and stopped in front of the same car. The driver pressed his horn while waving his hand at me.  Needless to say, I was pretty scared. Thankfully, we crossed the street, got the tennis ball, and went home intact.&lt;br /&gt;So, now that we crossed the street safely, and did it again several times after that, I now understand the wonderful educational opportunities that India provides.  Instead of zipping along the highway with pristine, cookie cutter stores neatley lined up on the block, we are treated to a mad and wonderful bustle full of life and energy. You see stores stuffed in every inch of the corner, signs written in Kannada, English and Hindi, street vendors, animals and wonderful bursts of culture and color. The character of a city is something that varies from every area of town, unlike the glass-and-chrome of the West.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I can now say "how are you", "I have finished eating" and "She is dancing" in Hindi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-8363161878284203085?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/8363161878284203085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-look-and-listen-doesnt-work.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/8363161878284203085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/8363161878284203085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-look-and-listen-doesnt-work.html' title='&quot;Stop, Look, and Listen&quot; Doesn&apos;t Work!'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-6909734576381440822</id><published>2009-08-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:50:31.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to see pictures??</title><content type='html'>Pictures of baby Daniel are up at the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theelectrifyingeightsexploits.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://theelectrifyingeightsexploits.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-6909734576381440822?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/6909734576381440822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-you-like-to-see-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/6909734576381440822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/6909734576381440822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-you-like-to-see-pictures.html' title='Would you like to see pictures??'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-3395438187814373592</id><published>2009-08-14T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:29:28.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby has Arrived</title><content type='html'>Baby Daniel Rajan Mattackal has arrived! The delivery was safe and smooth. I don't have details like weight, ect. We were not able to see the baby in the hospital as there were many people being tested for swine flu, and some people had been admitted. Dad decided, as we had just gotten over our illness, that it would be best for us not to see him. So, I have not seen him yet, but we will see him this evening!! When I get pictures, I shall post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-3395438187814373592?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/3395438187814373592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/3395438187814373592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/3395438187814373592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-has-arrived.html' title='The Baby has Arrived'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-2924906822002905208</id><published>2009-08-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:56:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Barriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While on the plane journey to India, each seat had its own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. Along with the library of music, games, and movies to enjoy, there was also a program that gave a basic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;run through&lt;/span&gt; of a few languages. Included in that list was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt;. I glanced over it, but then decided against it in favor of "Bedtime Stories."Maybe I should have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My parent' mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; is Malayalam. I can understand it fairly well, but I can't speak at all. While visiting a church, someone came to me and started speaking in Malayalam. When she found out I could only speak English, she said. "oh!" Then she shook her head. Our servants don't speak any English. Once, I asked our cook to make curry with peas. She looked surprised, then frowned. I later found out she thought I said "fish curry." (By the way, the curry ended up tasting pretty good.) I don't understand a word our cleaner says. She rattles of to me in Tamil, and I just smile and nod. Usually, my attempts leave me frustrated at my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;, and very angry at the ancient sage who thought that the Tower of Babel was a good idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Mom sent Timothy and I to the store right outside our house. The men there did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; understand any English. and I had no idea what they were saying either. However, I walked out of there with 2 bottles of Orange juice and 2 bottles of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt; juice. Triumph at last. Maybe I will survive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-2924906822002905208?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/2924906822002905208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/08/language-barriers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/2924906822002905208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/2924906822002905208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/08/language-barriers.html' title='Language Barriers'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-7309303236804694292</id><published>2009-07-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:42:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; useless.&lt;br /&gt;In India, servants are quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt;. A part of the local economy. When e moved into our house, instead of running to the door to tell salespeople "I'm not interested", servants come to the door looking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; hired. So, we have a cook and a cleaner. The cook makes two meals a day, lunch and dinner, and the maid comes each day to clean. In India, you have to sweep and mop every day, and clean the bathrooms at least every two days. (You should how dirty the floor was when we didn't clean it for the weekend. ) Though this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; lovely, I'm not used to not having to do anything. Plus, I have no books and only four Cd's to listen to. I love listening to Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Groban&lt;/span&gt; and hymns, but after you've heard them that many times it grates on your ears.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my brother Timothy has informed me that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;positively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;/span&gt; at cricket. He mimics me playing. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-7309303236804694292?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/7309303236804694292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-feeling-completely-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/7309303236804694292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/7309303236804694292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-feeling-completely-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-5321309306311059606</id><published>2009-07-11T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:09:34.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God! Timothy and David have recovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;. They are in good health and are fine. After being "unclean" for a week, they have rejoined the family circle. Joseph and Stephen had respective cricket matches and they both did very, very well. Stephen even hit a six!! We are all healthy for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-5321309306311059606?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/5321309306311059606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-timothy-and-david-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/5321309306311059606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/5321309306311059606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-timothy-and-david-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-858738034772058408</id><published>2009-07-09T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:30:53.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother's brother and his family are here from the UAE. Unfortunately, Timothy and David are still very sick. Yesterday night, Timothy woke up at midnight and went wandering around the house. Mom went to him and he was muttering deliriously, "Everything is moving. I'm stopping, but it's still moving so fast!" Medicine is not bringing his fever down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, we are having a joyful reunion with our family. We have been eating chapati and dahl every day for lunch and dinner this week, and today we are having rice and chicken curry. Please pray that Timothy and David will recover and that no one else will get sick. And please comment on the blog. A few days ago, my brother informed me that I was wasting my time, as apparently nobody reads this. I must prove him wrong. My honner is at stake. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-858738034772058408?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/858738034772058408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-everyone-my-mothers-brother-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/858738034772058408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/858738034772058408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-everyone-my-mothers-brother-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-5447981507477311236</id><published>2009-07-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:00:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Note</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update. The virus that we all caught earlier has not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; gone away. Paul is ill. Timothy and David just came down again with joint pain and fevers. Mom's brother and his family, as well as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; are coming to visit us this Thursday. Please pray that we will all recover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; in time and that Mom and Dad will not get sick.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-5447981507477311236?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/5447981507477311236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/5447981507477311236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/5447981507477311236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-note.html' title='A Quick Note'/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-6685941130602904414</id><published>2009-07-05T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:23:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you ever realize the importance of a dining table? Well, I did recently. We were eating n the floor for more than a week before we got a table in our new house. (We were sitting on the floor, not eating off it!) Currently, with recent additions, our furniture no longer consists of a few mattresses, a couch and a chair. Now we have a table and chairs, beds, desks/bookshelves, a TV, more chairs and another sofa, etc.  We have made friends in our neighborhood. In fact, Timothy, David, Joseph and Stephen have joined the neighborhood cricket league, and Timothy and I won a small debate competition held in the subdivision. In short, we have officially "settled in." (Though I don't consider myself settled in until I have my books.) We have visited a few churches, though we are not sure where we will go permanently. Dad says we can rotate every Sunday, and two years will go by fast! Mom has found a good doctor nearby. Thank you for all your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-6685941130602904414?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/6685941130602904414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-ever-realize-importance-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/6685941130602904414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/6685941130602904414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-ever-realize-importance-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901923787153432656.post-1949877507204641597</id><published>2009-07-05T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:20:12.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, here we are in India. Our flight was excellent and comfortable. However, after we got to my aunt's house, my cousin came down with a&lt;strong&gt; mysterious &lt;/strong&gt;disease. One by one, we were all stricken by it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; As you can guess, I'm making this sound a lot more scary than it was. The doctor said it was a type of flu. It started as with a high fever and joint pain, leg pain, and a rash on the face. Paul and Joseph were hit the hardest. Joi and Stephen caught it at around the same time, then after we moved to our house, Timothy, David and I (Lisa)  got sick. Thank God, however, we are all well again and on the prowl. We recieved our air shipment with all the essential stuff, and will be recieving the rest of our things by ship in August. (Why is it called a "shipment" when it is sent by air and "cargo" when it comes by ship?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901923787153432656-1949877507204641597?l=mattackal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/feeds/1949877507204641597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-here-we-are-in-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/1949877507204641597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901923787153432656/posts/default/1949877507204641597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattackal.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-here-we-are-in-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mattackal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02759604462525910551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH2226yNOhM/TtMZbM-dd3I/AAAAAAAAGQM/pMm5Eu3cCEs/s220/monalisa_cp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
