Friday

I keep blogging in my head. I do this frequently. Unfortunately, this is not only ineffective, it is also deceptive. You see, once I log in, I see that I never actually posted the article in my head, and by then I've forgotten what I wrote about in the first place. It's very annoying.
There are so many funny little things to write about. I really should stay on the job.

Like, for instance; My sweet cousin had her first child this week. After 50!!! HOURS!!! of LABOR!!!! And though that part is not remotely funny, the fact that he had no name was worthy of a little chuckle. "He-who-has-not-been-named." Only, now he has a very erudite sounding name, and so the blog I never wrote is now irrelevant. Too bad.
So, Jessi has now had more labor with one birth than I ever had with two.
Ouch.

There are other things, funny things. I love funny things. Don't you love to laugh?
...........
Now, I have been on the phone since I wrote that last sentence and I lost my entire train of thought. Which is not that unusual. I often lose my train of thought. I figure it takes a real big brain to lose something like a train.
So, instead of writing more amusing tid-bits from my little world, I am going to go get myself put together for the day. Happy Friday, folks.

It's Wednesday!!!!

I was striving for a bit of enthusiasm in the title.
It's still early, and the temperature is on it's way up. It's aiming for triple digits. That's the beauty of Idaho. We have snow in the summer, and we have heat exhaustion in the summer. It's very fun.
I have a house full of boys, as is so often the case. Besides the two extra I get to babysit today, we have Julie's 3 here as well. There's a lot of activity. Light sabers, bragging, and grassy feet. Once the neighborhood girls get outside, I am pretty sure the boys will be out front for the rest of the day.

We'll be leaving again, you know. We get to be off for three weeks this next month. By "next month," I mean the month that begins in 4 days. The month that is almost upon us. The month that I have to pack for.
After two weeks away in June, plus packing and unpacking, there wasn't any normal summer break to relish. You know, there I was in perfect contentment on the sea shore, but because it took place in an alternate reality, it seems like a dream. Like I fell Asleep in early June, awoke for a couple weeks of cleaning and unpacking, then I am going to fall back under for the month of July. Then it will be August and we will have to think about school. Then we will count the days left for Christmas shopping.

Mother took me out to Bar-de-nay for a birthday dinner just yesterday with my sisters and Maddie. We sat on the patio and sipped wine and I ate trout with capers. Our cute factor was off the charts on account of Maddie. She wore this little hippy-girl cotton dress and an adorable cowboy hat, lovingly purchased for her by her Auntie Kelly. I wore my pointy beaded shoes, which added to the cute factor not a little. Mother and Andi and Danielle (with bump) were really lovely, and you never saw so much artfully applied make-up as was at that table. Seriously. When the girls in my family apply makeup, we mean business.

I am back here in denial from all the testosterone in the other room. I should go check on them.
Have a great Wednesday, friends.

Stress in the real world

I'm home.
And I want to go back.
The thing is, here I feel pulled in so many directions, and there I wasn't.
Already I am finding my schedule double-booked, and there's obligations, and no time for the stuff I want to do. My kids are so happy to have friends that they are busy, and I am still not unpacked.
And we leave again in less than 2 weeks.
I need to have a week here with nothing else to do so that I can clean and unpack. Then, I want another week with nothing to do so I can do fun stuff here with my kids. Plus, there's people I really want to see, and work I have to do, and bills to pay and a yard to care for. Are you feeling the stress?
I am.
Deep, cleansing breaths....
I'll get back to you once my attitude improves!

Pictures from the trip

This is the little house that we were staying in. I find that I did not take anything like enough pictures. These few give you some small idea of how lucky we were to stay there.

My Precious

Already this morning I have received several delightful notes from those who seem kindly disposed towards me.
One in particular "entreated" me to have a happy birthday. I love to be entreated!
And a happy day it is. Here I sit breathing in the salt sea air. I am in this ocean side hide-a-way with my amazing children. What could be better?
Today I am 37.
It is glorious to be 37.
God has given me a life that I frequently refer to as "charmed." What I mean is that He has given to me people and experiences that surpass my imaginings. He continues to surprise and delight me. What a story He has given me to live! Each day is turning a page. Each new adventure is a chapter I can hardly put down. I am deeply thankful for the life I have.
Thank you, each of you, for allowing your stories to merge with mine. That is a gift most precious.

We're with the government and we're here to help

I went to a required class today, to help me learn how to care for a disabled person. It is a class put on by the state of Washington for folks like me. They taught us that:

- if you care for a disabled person who likes pancakes, and hates eggs, don't feed them eggs.
-if you are caring for a disabled person, and the house catches on fire, you should save the disabled person before getting your purse.
-when you are caring for a disabled person, if you get your hands dirty, you should wash them.
-if a disabled person has been abused or neglected, that's bad. Call 911.

Believe me when I tell you that this is really and truly from the course curriculum. They paid me to attend this class, and to learn these important skills.
Frankly, I was appalled.
If people can't prioritize correctly in a life or death situation, if they don't already understand the value of personal hygiene, if they can't manage to honor and serve.......aren't they already employed by the government? Just kidding.
I was seriously stunned at the time and attention spent on teaching these very basic matters of common sense. And participants in the class? They were frequently raising their hands to ask questions and to seek clarification on these points.
Wow.

Moving up

This is that last day that I shall ever be 36 years old. Isn't that a wonderful thought? When I was a little girl, my Mother would give me this little speech the night before my birthday. It would be bedtime, and I'd be all snuggled in. She would sit on the edge of my bed, and stroke my hair, and speak in a slow, meloncholy fashion, " This....is the last day....you will ever....ever....be ___ years old."
And I would get all teary.
But I don't think it's sad anymore. Out with the old! On with the new! Or should I say: Out with the young! On with the old!
Life is rich.
It gets sweeter all the time.
There are some things I have learned in my vast and numerous years.
1. Beauty is very near, but it must be sought out to be enjoyed. (Most people don't even watch sunsets!)
2. People are ALL weird. They are also incredibly worth listening to.
3. Pain can make you bitter or beautiful, chose the later.
4. Naps are for grownups.
5. I have a great deal to learn. ( I thought I was really smart when I was 20)
6. People who love me have to extend me a heck of a lot of grace. (thank you all for doing so)

Blah, blah, blah

I am not a pretty woman. Makeup is an indispensable part of my life. Truly, had I been born in the middle ages, I'd have been a scullery maid. My complexion is unfortunate. My hair is limp. I like good food rather too much.
And men seem to like that.
No kidding.
Those days I'm all done up, with my hair looking good and my lashes all curled....men flee. But days like today, when I haven't showered for a couple days and my hair is an oil slick....Yeah Baby!
Brittney's bus driver was quite attentive this morning. He chuckled and told amusing stories and maintained eye contact. He asked my plans for the day, and how long I'll be in town, and....he just lingered.
And, no.
Heavens, NO. Don't even ask.

The birds are chirping here in Eden. The bay is glass.

Friday is my birthday. I will be "pushing 40" again. I want to have another really huge party this year. Denise, are we going to talk Mike and Jenine into a big ol' boating thing again?
Happy birthday, Denise.
Denise always shares her birthday with me. Her day is today. She is more "pushing 40" than I am. Since we're two days apart, we make it a joint celebration.

Now I am rambling. I need to go run. Or walk. Or otherwise pursue some excercise.

You can't judge a book by it's cover, nor a blog posting by it's title

Do you see that it's the 19th of the month, and yet I have posted 21 times? This has never happened before. Be impressed. Be very impressed.
This is what a life a leisure will do!

Sunburned

The boys and I went to a beach this morning called Point No Point.
M' fished.
D' built forts with driftwood.
I sat in the sun and watched the world go by. I was trying to read, but there was so much to see! There's a lovely lighthouse there. And the Mountain towers over the water.
There were three dolphins who entertained me for an hour. They would arch their fins above the surface again and again. Wonderful creatures!
The waves flowed the wrong direction for a while; I've never seen that before. They would swell, then break, moving away from the land and towards open sea. Weird.
I came home to sit on the deck with Brittney, and really make some progress on my novel. I'd be sitting there still, but that I had company. Brittney's mom and sister came over to dine with us, and it was a delightful surprise! I threw together a spontanious dinner, and we laughed and talked.
That's pretty much the whole of my day. I didn't shower. I didn't run. I did stop by the bakery again, however. It's an evil place, I tell you.
And now I have a sunburned face. It's a small price to pay!

Tuesday morning

I am trying, with all my might, to shield my gaze from the reality that is Saturday. I do not want to go home! Still, I have 4 days to be here.
It's clear outside today, and sunny. Jenine and Patsy, you should be here with your fancy cameras. My point-and-click doesn't capture any of this well.
The enormous mountain is visible accross the bay. I've described that mountain before, it very nearly defies the human tongue! It is bigger than you can imagine. The water was pink from the sunrise this morning, and it's view took my breath away before I'd had any coffee. Some people live like this. Every day.
I live like this today, though, and that is enough.
We have no plans this morning, but I'd like to go off to explore. There are other islands nearby that I haven't been to in a long time, perhaps we'll go there.
Beauty dominates, here. It fills one's view, and thoughts, and soul. Prayer ceases to be words, but is rather a deep filling and exhale that continues without conscious thought. It's as powerful as grief.

this and that

The boys and I were talking last night. It had been a lovely day, and we were winding down before bed. I put a question to the kids to see if they could answer it. I asked, "Why do you suppose that God created YOU as a particular gift for me? What is it about you that He knew would delight me?"
Here's what we came up with. D' entertains and amuses me. He makes me laugh and stuff. M' is very like me; he makes me think and teaches me a great deal about myself.
So, M' says to me, "That would make me like a gift of a guidebook, and D' is a toy?"

We went to a church in the morning, and I enjoyed it quite a bit. It was the first time that I had taken Brittney out and about. After church, we went to lunch. Then I came home and dozed on the couch in front of a movie. Unfortunately, I slept longer than I intended and missed the ferry that would have taken us to house church! I felt rather irresponsible over that one. We ended up going to bed early, though, so it was a pleasant sort of evening.

Yesterday was Father's Day. I hope you loved on your dad a bit!
I have a daddy, a dad, and a Dr. dad. God knew teamwork would be needed in fathering me!
My daddy has loved me all my life long. He is generous and intellegent. He is getting better and better with age, and our relationship continues to grow.
My dad is adopted, so to speak. He is helpful and willing to serve. This is the man who changes my furnace filter and nags me to have my car serviced.
My Dr Dad makes certain that I have what I need to raise his grandsons. He has given me more than I can ever hope to repay.
I am blessed.

Daydream

Is it Saturday? I am lost in the oblivion that is vacation. Vacation? This is supposed to be a job.
I am a spoiled brat, and you can hate me. I would, if I were you.
The tide is coming in. The water advances like an invading army. The front line ascends the shore with no hint of a boundary....until it is ready to withdraw again. It's a little eerie. It's more as though the land rises and falls. As though it breathes. In. Out. In. Out.

Two seals have frolicked all day before our beach. They are playful and carefree.
The low tide is lower than usual, and the herons have a morning feast. All manner of sea life is exposed when the water lifts her hem. There are so many colorful starfish, they drape over one another, all jumbled up. Most are Orange. Some are Purple.
I see the tiny crabs scurry over the rocks like Calypso. Is that how you spell it? She may be real, for all I know. This place is filled with magic.
I ran this morning, but have not bothered to shower. All day I have read and watched a movie. The boys are "bored." I don't mind at all.

pithy

I saw a sign today:
"Give a man an inch and he'll think he's a ruler!"

Pondering myself

I was thinking this morning about how God doesn't really need me. I thought for so long that I was this irreplaceable asset to the Kingdom of God.
So here I am, unable to participate in the usual things of my life. And it's okay.
I think, between you and me, that Patsy has been asking God to teach me about this for a long time.
Not only am I not the center of God's Universe, but I am (I think) ok with not being the center of yours! Weird.
For the longest time I taught some women in a sort of bible study. Women would come and go thru the years, but I always sort of thought of them as Mine. This week, two separate bible studies have sprung up among women I would once have claimed...and I don't feel jealous. Which is new for me because I am irrationally possessive. Isn't that sweet? I am kind of a freak, huh?
It's very much a relief to see that the responsibility of the world doesn't actually rest upon me.
If you don't really know me, then you can't understand the truth of my self-deception. And if those of you who do know me shout "Amen!" too loud, I'll go cry. Just quietly thank God that He really does answer your prayers. I am a slow learner!

A glimpse into my morning

It's rainy and lovely here this morning. There's this mist all around. It's still and silent.
We are going to settle in for a day at home. I think we'll watch Lord of the Rings. All of them. I will wear my pajamas all day with my new and pointy beaded shoes. Gosh, they make me happy!
Are you tired of hearing how happy I am?

Surpassing Perfection

I bought $20.00 shoes. Two pair. They are pointy and beaded. They are so Me!
Does that mean that I am pointy and beaded? Hmm....
I also bought the very cutest little outfit that was 70% off. Ok, so it isn't that little, but the price was, and so I rejoice. It's chartreuse. Not everyone can wear that color, you know.
We had a lazy morning and then drove to a Barnes and Noble. There happened to be this wonderful cheap and unique clothing store nearby. What was I to do? I also bought a CD. I'll have to tell you about it if it's as good as I think it will be.
It's time I stopped spending money like a drunken sailor. Sailors earn more than me, so I am exaggerating a touch. I am just not used to buying things for myself. I did work a little fun money into my budget for this trip, so I needn't feel guilty. It's fun!
Now I am home and doing domestic duties while I await Brittney's arrival from school. Domestic duties like blogging.
I think we are going to visit a local house church this weekend. Very exciting, that!
More later, friends. Happy day to you.

More than what I wanted

I was thinking about ministry.
You see, in ministry, as in the rest of life, I often have delusions of grandeur. Like, I thought that after teaching bible study for a few years, I would go on to the lecture circuit, and then I would be a female Billy Graham. I could share the gospel in the White House, and perhaps see the glorious salvation of every nation. But, I take my medication regularly, and that seems to help.
Just kidding.
God clearly has a plan that involves less glory for me, and more for Him.
Go Figure.
Today's ministry is to one sweet woman. Isn't that something? It is ministry, too. It's serving her needs. It's loving her. You know how Jesus talks about loving Him by our treatment of "the least of these"? "Whatever you have done for the least of these is done for Me." I am so glad that I get to slow down and think. There is a bunch here to absorb.
A private ministry rather than a public one. A sweeter ministry.
I am learning so much from this job.
The boys are, too. They delight in making Brittany laugh, and in talking to her.
Who are you serving this morning? How are you loving Jesus with your own two hands? How are you acting out your love for Him?
What are you learning?

Calgon took me away

Is Sly's Bakery from the Devil? It could be. I was in there this afternoon with the boys. I ordered a butterhorn, and a dozen russian tea cakes. Russian tea cakes are small. Butterhorns are not. The boys had to order their own stuff, 'cause momma don't share.
They are out fishing again.
I have been reading.
The simplest things are delightful in relaxed circumstances. I cut Michael's hair this morning in the kitchen, then swept and vacuumed. Dishes, laundry, cleaning...all these tasks seem new. You would be amazed at how clean the house stays when we don't have to go anywhere. No one else's children track mud thru the house. I could get used to this.
John Hiatt is crooning to me from the other room. I am still tickled over this 5 CD changer. I have Norah Jones, Van Morrison, Bach, and Eva Cassidy in there. The CD thingy mixes them up for me and plays the songs in a random order. Am I the only person on the planet who had never experienced this before?
What are you all doing? Are you as happy as I am?

Another day in Paradise

I stretched and yawned and looked at the clock at 5 am. The delicious thought of a nap put a lazy smile on my sleepy face. I tried to go back to sleep, but I didn't try very hard.
Coffee time.
The scenery spoke to my soul more elequently than Scripture, and I couldn't concentrate on my bible. I sipped coffee and prayed.
The sky is overcast this morning. The plants are all dancing in the breeze. The water would be choppy on the open sea, but in this bay it's moving like a river. The tide is receeding.
The silence was music this morning, but now the CD player is working for me again. This is a 5 CD changer, and it's a wonderful invention. I want one for my birthday. It's funny how the tune on the stereo seems to animate the landscape thru the window. It's better than a movie on the silver screen. Switchfoot is singing.
Today we are going to do anything we want. Dang, if I ain't the luckiest girl in the world!

Ideal surroundings

When I tell you that I am vastly content, it is only because I lack more powerful words by which to convey today's delight.
This morning, I went for run. The streets here are walled in on either side by foliage thick and tangled. The homes, at breaks in the green, were lovely. The scent of the sea at low tide was pungent, though bucolic nonetheless. In such surroundings, I could run forever.
The boys and I talked. Laughed. Prayed together.
We explored the town a bit.All afternoon, they have been on the water. They have a rowboat here, and a floating dock out a bit in the bay. They are doing all that boys ought to do. It's a scene from a lazy summertime novel.
I sat on the deck overlooking the lawn and the sea, trying in vain to keep from levitating into the whispering clouds. The sky and the water are expanding perfection, one above and one below. This house is small, and the plants around it dwarf the tiny thing. There are towering evergreens and waxy-leaved bushes 15 feet tall and just as wide. There is an explosion of petunias hanging in sight of every window. It is Eden.
No one has interrupted the music wafting from the CD player. The phone doesn't even ring. Peace.
It cannot last, of course. But today is exquisite.

Brittney

Ok, this is amazing.
When I was 18 months old, I had a terrible illness. I fell desperately ill with spinal menengitis. By the grace of God, I recovered fully, and I have no lasting effeccts at all.
Brittney, the young woman I am caring for here, had menengitis when she was 10 WEEKS old. By the Grace of God she survived.
Brittney has poor vision, numerous amputations, developmental delays, and two other disabilitys that I can't recall at the moment.
She is beautiful.
She has an easy smile, and a fabulous attitude. She is giving me a ton of grace as I struggle to stick with her routine. Have you ever pulled a soaking wet, utterly dependant adult out of a bathtub? It's a little slippery, and a heck of a workout.
The whole time I am caring for her, I am thinking that THIS COULD EASILY HAVE BEEN ME.
She is most assuradely made in the image of God. I am already learning so much from her about dignity and joy.
As you get up and about your day today, I'd like to remind you that life is so sweet. Your problems are only little; And our God is just really Big!

update

The weekend was amazing. Clearly there is something to depending upon God.
I was speaking at a women's retreat, which seemed like a hoot to me. Speaking to groups of people thrills my soul. Getting paid for it is a dream-come-true. Having to teach women something about the God of Creation.....lots of responsibility! But I think it turned out okay. I learned a ton, even if they did not. Plus, I got loads of food and natural hot springs. How can you beat that? Each of the women there had a story that was worth hearing. There is so much suffering in the world. So much beauty.
Today, I drove to the coast. Here I sit in someone else's home and using a different computer. I think we're going to do ok here. The boys have been out fishing in the boat. I have cooked and gotten organized. We ate dinner. It's peaceful.
There is more to be said, but it will have to wait. I will be back and posting throughout this adventure.
I miss you, friends.

Singin' the Home School Blues

Years ago , when I started to homeschool my kids, I was attracted to certain things about the process. Family time. A classical education. Slave labor.
I did notice that many home educated kids are a little weird. They look adults in the eye and say "ma'am" and "sir." They wear clothes that they have, rather than wearing clothes for fashion. That's the kind of weird I want!
I thought that I would get rid of the TV and ban all but the holiest of Christian music.
So far so good.
So, fast forward to last week.
My baby sister was playing her music as we helped to pack my Mother's belongings. The song TNT by AC/DC came on and my 10 year old exclaimed, "I love this song!" Then he proceeded to sing along.
He knew EVERY WORD.
All my years of sheltering him? Undone.
Come to find out, he can also sing "Fergalicious" or however you spell it. He told me that I should never listen to that song, because I would be shocked.
Duh!
Both of my kids have this freaky unnatural ability to instantly memorize unwholesome lyrics. It's a gift.
They are both completely obsessed with name brands and current fashion.
And TV? Apparently, every time they leave my sight, they get plugged in at someone else's house. American Idol? They've seen it. Smallville? Check. Beer comercials where babes in bikinis love beer-drinking men? Yep.
Why do I even try?
I guess I could move up to Northern Idaho, and lock us in a mountain cabin with a high fence and a ready arsenal. But, then I'd never get a date.

Restaurants don't wait all night for you.

I was having a conversation with a particular someone about restaurants, but because he is an eternally single man with a decision-making disorder, I thought it had an amusing double meaning:
"Sometimes I have a hard time deciding what I want." He said.
"No kidding," I rolled my eyes.
"Well, sometimes I get a taste for something, and then it's too late."
(This is where I started laughing to myself), then I said "...ya think?"

She's a beauty

My sweet neice was playing in the curtains at my house. Have you ever seen such a lovely child?

deep thought on suffering

My music tonight is Jackson Browne singing "Something Fine." I'm reflecting on life; largely because I am very tired, and that always lends a pensive air to my thoughts.
I listened to an old friend tonight who spoke of betrayal.
His story is long, meaningful, and tragic.
People are so beautiful when you listen to them.
Heartache is our common thread, isn't it? I think I know why, or one reason, anyway. I think that deep heartache is very much Godlike.
It seems to me that God so often has His Heart broken. He suffers so deeply from me and you. It's because He loves so deeply.
We have to love really, really deeply in order to have our hearts broken like that. This is why I think it's Godlike. We get to have a little glimpse of what God must think or feel (if that's possible). After all, we are made in His Image.
But I don't think we really get close to His size of emotion unless we have fallen in love, or had our hearts ripped out.
I think about this sort of thing quite often for an optimist.
You know, I have said this before:
I like people who have suffered. I do. They are so easy to be with. So easy to love. They love so freely, which seems counter-intuitive. It's God, that's all I can figure.

My Whirlwind

Did I mention that there is a lot going on? OK, because I a swamped.
On Friday I am going up to a women's retreat. Those of you who know me, know that I don't generally sign up for these things. I don't usually like to eat, sleep, and shower with other women. We eliminated the shower part, so I am going. I am actually needing to be prepared for this one, as I am the speaker. Now, speaking in front of crowds thrills my soul; it's my nature. But having to teach a bunch of women about the bible, and direct them to Jesus is an intimidating prospect. I need prayer. Somehow it seems different than merely leading a bible study. Somehow it seems like I should be holier than I am, or something. I want very much to do a good job, and I feel the weight of the responsibility. (Of course, Kara is about to be a Bible Study Leader, and she is pretty holy.)
Next Monday, I leave for another new responsibility.
I am off to the Puget Sound area to care for a disabled woman for two weeks. Her daddy is her primary caregiver, only now he's in love. He is planning to marry next month, and so he is needing some help with Brittany. I have never cared for an adult disabled person before. I expect that it will be a lot of work, but I am very much looking forward to the change of pace. The boys and I will be staying in an oceanfront home on the Puget Sound. They will be able to fish and swim in the front yard. Brittany will be off at her "school" during the week days, so I will have those days free. I can't wait to spend some time with my own children and to read and to play. Spending two weeks with my own kids without having to run off to kung fu, or run off to pick another child up from school, or having the baby underfoot... O, what bliss! And, it will be a lot of work. But it's a different kind of work, and that is a welcome break. Besides, I love the Puget Sound area. I would totally move there if I could take my people with me. Did I mention that he wants me back for three weeks next month, also?
There's a lot to do this week.
I have to pack for the weekend getaway. I have to take my car in. The house needs to get cleaned top to bottom. And I need to be all packed and ready for two weeks away....by Friday. I will be leaving on this grand adventure Monday morning very, very early!
Yes, I know that you are wondering if I will see Chuck. Probably. He will only be in town for a few days whilst I am there. He and I have settled into a lovely friendship, so I would enjoy seeing him. And, no, it's not Like That.
In fact, if you know any handsome, Christian men who are brilliant and marriageable, I am accepting applications. Please forward a letter of recommendation, a copy of their resume, tax returns for the past 5 years, an IQ test, and a recent photograph. Each applicant will be given due consideration, and a thorough interview process will commence.
Happy Monday, friends.

I should write more

You all know that I have this whole love-hate thing with excercise. It's like a lover. One moment it brings euphoria and endorphines, and the next you are just carrying dead weight.
I have not been at the gym all week.
Maybe two.
But I am exercising. I have been doing aerobic housework, and cardio-cleaning. Well, not any cleaning of my house. I've not really been home much. Mostly, I get real sore moving junk from Mother's old house to my garage.
Plus, I had a lovely fight on Thursday that got my heart pumping. I was fighting this young man who could kill me in, like, 2 seconds without breaking a sweat. It's rather pitiful, because here I am training for my black belt, and he is kind of a beginner. He's a strong beginner. I am pushing forty, and I should be crocheting doilies. So, my point is that I am still a little sore from that.
On another note entirely, I am in love with Will Turner. I saw Pirates again yesterday, because Kara hadn't seen it yet, and she could have killed me in, like, 2 seconds without breaking a sweat, for seeing it without her. You have to go see it, and I will buy it the moment it comes out. Pirates marathon at my house!!!!
William has all kinds of charm and brilliance and he's this gentleman rogue. Never mind that he's 12 and a half. He has that exact same something-sexy that Aragon in the Lord of the Rings has. Only Aragon is older.
Why is it that the real men aren't like that?
I know I've written about this before, but I continue to wonder. I only want a financially stable man who worships the ground I walk on and can sword fight to save me from the villains. Is that so much to ask? He should be really dang cute too. And a good man, a strong Christian. And he should be artistic. And brilliant. And well-read......and.....
I am destined to be single forever, huh?
Alas.
I have all kinds of stuff to write about. There's a ton going on right now. It's just that I haven't taken the time to write in a while. I should do that.