I'm going to Seattle at the end of June and I am so excited! My friend, Em, is a travel nurse there. Anyone ever been there who wants to tell me where I should go and what I should do?
Experience Peace as a Single Person
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Why?
Why did Charlie feel like he had to kill himself? Did he really think that was the only way off the island for everyone... to be the sacrifice?
Also, who's in the coffin and who is Kate with these days?
Lost has left me lost. I can't believe I'll be in turmoil until next February.
Also, who's in the coffin and who is Kate with these days?
Lost has left me lost. I can't believe I'll be in turmoil until next February.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Are you 'Lost'?
Does anyone else out there watch 'Lost'? I have had plenty of conversations about it with people at work but I was wondering if anyone in the "normal" world watches it ("normal" being those who go to bed before 8:00 AM). Here are my questions:
1. Assuming that Locke isn't really dead, will he come back this season or next?
2. Who are those women in the Sea Lab? Are they from Dharma?
3. What is the significance of Charlie leaving his mothers' ring in Aaron's crib? Is there more to the story than him just wanting to pass it along?
4. Will I be able to withstand the wait of 8 months before the new season of "Lost" begins?
1. Assuming that Locke isn't really dead, will he come back this season or next?
2. Who are those women in the Sea Lab? Are they from Dharma?
3. What is the significance of Charlie leaving his mothers' ring in Aaron's crib? Is there more to the story than him just wanting to pass it along?
4. Will I be able to withstand the wait of 8 months before the new season of "Lost" begins?
Sunday, May 20, 2007
No Pain, No Gain
I generally complain for weeks prior to working in the nursery at church. I especially hated the thought of it this time because it was one of few Sundays off from work and I was going to have to miss church. Well, what a blessing I had today. Being around those babies was almost therapeutic for me. I guess it's the fact that I get to give them away at 12:15 so I can endure the insanity for 1.5 hours.
So, after running errands, I decided to do some yard work. I pulled weeds then covered the garden with mulch. It looks much more professional now that you can't see the bare ground. I also mowed and trimmed the grass. As I was walking to the backyard, I noticed some cob webs that needed disposal. I started sweeping and the next thing I knew, I had hit my head on a part of the roof that hangs down over the fireplace. It was that feeling as if your head is covered in blood. At first I didn't feel any blood put when I put my glove over the place I had hit, I found a rather sizable spot of blood. I ran into the house thinking I had gashed open my scalp. To my great delight, it was only a "flesh wound" and the bleeding stopped rather quickly. I've had a headache all night but at least I didn't have to sit my rear in the ER for hours. However, I'm thinking that shampoo is going to be a challenge.
I wonder how I would look with dreads?
So, after running errands, I decided to do some yard work. I pulled weeds then covered the garden with mulch. It looks much more professional now that you can't see the bare ground. I also mowed and trimmed the grass. As I was walking to the backyard, I noticed some cob webs that needed disposal. I started sweeping and the next thing I knew, I had hit my head on a part of the roof that hangs down over the fireplace. It was that feeling as if your head is covered in blood. At first I didn't feel any blood put when I put my glove over the place I had hit, I found a rather sizable spot of blood. I ran into the house thinking I had gashed open my scalp. To my great delight, it was only a "flesh wound" and the bleeding stopped rather quickly. I've had a headache all night but at least I didn't have to sit my rear in the ER for hours. However, I'm thinking that shampoo is going to be a challenge.
I wonder how I would look with dreads?
Monday, May 7, 2007
Weekend of reunions
I spent the weekend in wedding land. An old friend, Katherine, got married on Saturday in a beautiful old Episcopal church. Katherine and I have one of those relationships in which we don't talk for months but can pick it up at any time (usually over a large plate of Thai food) without missing a beat. Friendships like that are rare... but much relished.
Saturday night, I went to a wedding shower for my friend Carrie. There were so many people there I had not seen in quite some time. It was refreshing. I realized their absence from my life leaves a much bigger void than I had ever acknowledged. I miss the times when they were more present. However, I am blessed by the people with whom God has filled the spaces.
Sunday,... another shower. Lingerie. The thought of buying someone else underwear has become less awkward as I have gotten older.
After the shower, I put myself to work in the yard. The grass needed a cut DESPERATELY and I knew I was going to have to find the strength to re-string the weed eater. We don't get along.. the weed eater and I. It is my arch nemesis. It is the one thing that keeps me from wanting to work in the yard more often. Yesterday, God must have decided to throw me a bone because I conquered the weed eater. I not only re-stringed the sucker with limited cursing, I also trimmed the entire yard (granted, it's not that big) with out having to re-string again. I felt like I had just won the World Series... the Kentucky Derby.... the Super Bowl... and the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes all in one swoop.
Despite my reunions and my prize winnings, the most beautiful part of the weekend is made evident in the picture above. Look closely. Those are tiny tomatoes. God has made the fruits of my labor evident. This garden has been like my baby. I've nurtured it, protected it, fed it and watched it grow. Now I am praying for a beautiful summer harvest.
Saturday night, I went to a wedding shower for my friend Carrie. There were so many people there I had not seen in quite some time. It was refreshing. I realized their absence from my life leaves a much bigger void than I had ever acknowledged. I miss the times when they were more present. However, I am blessed by the people with whom God has filled the spaces.
Sunday,... another shower. Lingerie. The thought of buying someone else underwear has become less awkward as I have gotten older.
After the shower, I put myself to work in the yard. The grass needed a cut DESPERATELY and I knew I was going to have to find the strength to re-string the weed eater. We don't get along.. the weed eater and I. It is my arch nemesis. It is the one thing that keeps me from wanting to work in the yard more often. Yesterday, God must have decided to throw me a bone because I conquered the weed eater. I not only re-stringed the sucker with limited cursing, I also trimmed the entire yard (granted, it's not that big) with out having to re-string again. I felt like I had just won the World Series... the Kentucky Derby.... the Super Bowl... and the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes all in one swoop.
Despite my reunions and my prize winnings, the most beautiful part of the weekend is made evident in the picture above. Look closely. Those are tiny tomatoes. God has made the fruits of my labor evident. This garden has been like my baby. I've nurtured it, protected it, fed it and watched it grow. Now I am praying for a beautiful summer harvest.
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