I don't feel much like blogging. I try to be outside as much as possible when I'm away from work, and my compy sort of hates going outside. I should probably do a real update on my life, but even now I'm getting all tense and anxious, as if my body is saying "Why are you at a desk? Why are you typing? It's the weekend. WEEKEND!"
So I'm posting some pictures soon. Not sure of what, but here are some likely candidates:
--Visits from friends and godchildren
--4th of July
--Pioneer trek
And about that last one, I returned yesterday from my long-overdue pioneer trek, and it was great. We've gone soft on these kids, compared to the stories I heard from previous victims. Seriously, Candice came back from hers talking like it was Vietnam. My trek was more like...hanging out near suburbia in long skirts and sleeping on the ground. Oh, and I died and came back as an angel. More to come after I sleep!
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I share your feelings on not wanting to blog lately...and I think for me that means no blogging through the summers because I think happened last year too. More sun, less computer time for us please!
Me Too! I took the summer off from CCC.
Oh the stories of 'nam. I could go on and on. That trek was not one for the weak and frail (which is why your dad didn't want you to go back then-- seriously, I found this out because your mom told my dad that at church on Sunday- you were too weak and frail. Ha!)
Oh,Oh. I guess I shouldn't be talking to the Helm Family.
You weren't weak and frail just tiny and undernourished and we heard all the horror stories.
Um...This is a bit unsettling to me. What are these words, "weak" and "frail" and "tiny" and "undernourished"? Dad always told me the Spirit told him not to let me go. Are you saying the Spirit just told him I was a pitiful excuse for a human?
And mom, was I undernourished? Wouldn't that be your fault?
Sheesh. What's next, I was adopted?
Umm, sorry bad choice of words, and foggy memory. Just chalk it up to "Wow, Mom's losing it". That would be MLI syndrome.
I didn't mean to start something --however Marjean, I feel a little mislead as well. I always thought it was divine intervention that kept Stef from joining me on Pioneer Trek. Oh well, it just forced me to make other friends.
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