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Name: Mrs.
Birthday: 7/3/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: I am interested in swings, avocados, James, books, the smell of Sharpies, all things wyoming, becoming a better writer, rain, London, learning how to be part of a marriage, Jesus, bare feet, sleep, the letter Q, and slowly uncovering who I am.
Expertise: Procrastination, nannying, being a dork, making lists
Occupation: Nanny
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
9/21/2005
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| For those who don't know, James and I are going to Ghana along with a
team from our church. To raise support, we've posted some things on
Ebay that we've acquired from our own stuff, team stuff, and stuff
people in the church have given us.
This is the website for Roswell Community Church's Ebay stuff. 100% of
the profits go towards the short term mission trip to Ghana, West
Africa, July 1-22. Every item has personally been listed by yours
truly. Check back often because new stuff is being added all the time.
I have a TON of stuff to add in the next few weeks. Ghana Ebay or here is the whole link to copy and paste:
http://cgi6.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewSellersOtherItems&userid=fifgirl77
Right now there are way cute tank tops including Barbie and The Little
Mermaid, some snowmen, a butterfly feeder, and other stuff. For anyone that goes to our
church or lives near us, you don't need to pay shipping! Local pick-up
is possible. Check it out! You can give and get yourself something in
return! How awesome is that!
That is all.
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| this entry is for katie rose. she says she likes to read them and that i don't write enough. she's right, of course. i am in casper for a week and she sits next to me on the couch and watch tv. she texts me even though she's right there to tell me in a run-on sentence that she loves that we can sit there together in the same state. i love it too. here is a quick update: we got a puppy. he is a boston terrier/beagle mix named mason. he is funny and entertaining and drives me crazy. we are still going to africa in july. there will be small african children that i will want to take home and adopt. this is a subject that deserves its own post. we are looking at houses. this is terrifying and exhilarating. my mom is telling me to stop typing and watch the movie, and i want to, so i will. more to come. stay tuned. | | |
| the one thing my mom says she misses about not having a significant other is hugs. i try to compensate for this while i'm here. we open presents and play way too much wii. we laugh. a lot. the snow falls gently out of the sky and it is a white Christmas. james plays outside in a short-sleeved shirt until his arms are red from the cold and i beg him to put on a jacket. he throws snowballs at the house and my sisters in the front yard. afterwards his fingers are so icy they are stiff when i hold them, but he cannot stop smiling. later on in the darkness i try to memorize each breath, the rhythm of his sleep, the feeling of his warmth radiating next to me, the gentle pressure of a palm set firmly on my side. almost as soon as he is gone, back to reality, back to the city, i have forgotten each of these. and no one around to refresh my memory. | | |
| on this day in 1981,
the day before thanksgiving that year, a baby boy was born.
Almost twenty-three years later, he would become my husband.
tonight at dinner we each said one thing we liked about him.
sarah said his sense of humor. cheryl said his giving nature and big
heart. his dad said that even though james was a big guy, anyone,
no matter how big or small, felt safe around him. i said i loved
seeing him play with the learning center kids and couldn't wait to see
him in action as a dad.
i love all this about him. i
love the way he turns over in the morning and pulls me close for a few
extra seconds of warmth before he heads off to work. i love the
way he kisses my forehead. i love the small text messages to say
he loves me or remind me of an a joke we have just between the two of
us. i love that he lets me stick my cold feet underneath him to
warm them up. i love his gentle spirit and kind heart. i
love that he knows and loves God and wants to serve Him.
it's hard work, this thing called marriage. it takes everything i have some days. but it's always worth it.
happy birthday, my beloved.
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| it's official.
i'm going to be in wyoming for christmas. yo. so if you
live in wyoming, and read this blog, (who is that, jaime and
michelle? random internet stalkers?) we are going to hang
out. and i am going to eat at the new sushi restaurant, and visit
each of the three starbucks, just to see which one makes the best green
tea lemonade. also, my husband is coming, which took some
cajoling, and $514. mostly the cajoling was due to the cost of
the plane ticket, and the fact that james does not like to spend
money. except on xbox 360 games, but that's a different totally
boring story for a different time. nah, just kidding. sort
of. i am so excited he's coming with me, i know my family wants
to see him, and it will be fun to drag him to the mall about 43 times
to christmas shop and watch tons of movies at the cheap seats.
possibly we will get a wii for
christmas, to entertain us during that long time where everything in
town is closed except for "casper's" and "flying j". is that what
it's still called? it probably has a different name and i am
totally out of the loop. it probably hasn't been called that for
years, and the young 'uns will have no idea what i'm talking
about. you know, because a bunch of young people from casper read
this blog.
here is a bad thing--blogging while
waiting for the load of clothes in the washer to get done, so you have
something clean to wear to work in the morning, even though you are
extremely tired. see above paragraph. i used the term
"young 'uns" which should illustrate this fact for you.
in other, totally unrelated
news: we are going to africa. ghana, to be exact, for three
weeks in july. deep breath.
more on that later, but seriously,
i just heard the spin cycle start, and i'm putting those clothes in the
dryer the second they come out and then passing out on the bed.
if i can make james move over.
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