Thursday, March 26, 2009
Luke is director of the deaf school I used to work at. I love this video because it pretty much reflects how I feel. They are about 30 minutes from where we are. He is hard of hearing, hence the accent.
Mostly, the only time I hear about the violence in Mexico is when I am in the states.
Monday, March 23, 2009
This is not me - I never had time to put earrings in my ears or wore WHITE while nursing - but I did have this exact nursing cover.
Correction - I HAVE it still. I just no longer have a babe nursing.
Yet I've got to say - it's been one of those most versetile things I got. It could be a blanket, a cover, a make-shift changing table cover . . . you know -(fanfair please) DA TA DA DAAAAA!!!!!!!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
And, contrary to what we heard, the sun DID rise in the morning.
I went to visit my awesome-ness cousin (who wrote of it here) for a "rest".
It had been a long long time since I've had to take care of what shoes I was wearing 'cause I might slip.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
To hubby's credit, the house was picked up, and vacuumed. Kids were all accounted for with all their limbs attached - if unwashed.
But ALL the dishes were there growing things! including the cup that I used to drink some coffee before I left more than a week ago!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The winds were blowing in from the mountains. Here we know it's going to be warm when they do. Those are the santa anas blowing. So with some fresh sqeezed lime-aid myself and the kids pulled out some chairs to the balcony and sat down.
The thought popped into my head.
en la tormentaes
Jesucristo el Salvador
él me alienta
con su palabra y su amor (x2)
Vengo a reposar en él
él es mi amigo fiel
una poderosa y fresca unción
llenará mi corazón
in the storm
is Jesus Christ the Savior
he encourages and nurishes
with his word and his love (x2)
I come to rest in him
he is my loyal friend
a powerful and fresh anointing
fills my heart
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Very similar like my blog is my neglected foster child -
And I had a pretty good google page ranking, and I've watched it slowly dwindle down to nothing. But I know - I KNOW - that my blogging is not significant, life changing or even always amusing . . . so why would I feel so BAD about not blogging? My blog is not vital , you know?!
Ever since I got into Facebook . . and OMWord, have I got "into" it. I can so easily spend all my free time there . . so easy . . .
And if Blogging has taught me anything, it's that I'm not a "writer". Why torture the world further? eh?
So that is my excuse - I've been abducted by Facebook and they're holding me for ransom. But I don't want to close my blog though - since a blog is the best place for a story, a memory, and something more than an "update"
If, for whatever reason, you miss me, you can find me there - at Facebook.
Meanwhile, while I'm here in Alaska *I KNOW! ALASKA!* I'll try to write some bloggable stuff and schedule them for posting . . . because this poor foster child is STARVING!