well i'm a happy girdle. ah, how inside jokes are lost on the general public...
quick explanation: my sister tried to imitate my mom's scotish accent when we were teenagers and girl came out as girdle and it stuck.
ok so i just got home from the goat (again) where i had a meeting with brandon and garry about living room. it was fun and thought provoking. i'm very encouraged to find we're all on the same page, aligned like a pack of hotdogs. good stuff. they invited me a long on a road trip with them to hamilton next weekend to a seminar about alternative church/church plants. i think i might go, aside for my negative feelings about church plants it would be a good experience.
i have this thing about me, that i like to be in "the know". i'm not sure if i'm just plain nosey or if its something else – endearing interest, a curious way or an adverturous heart, i can't be certain. there's a fine line.
i was thinking today, there's something about being frugal that's good for the soul. purging yourself of everything but the necessities. that's interesting coming from a person who goes to her friends house for the evening and checked her email twice. regardless, i feel like i'm becoming more organized and less fragmented. i dunno, in some ways i feel restricted, but there's freedom within limitations. i'm not sure if i can explain it, but for example: my meals have been simple yet enjoyable. being frivolous is unfulfilling.
i wanted a message specifically for you.
you are upside-down.
life is very ironic. i've been wanting to buy rhonda a picnic table for about 3 months now as a housewarming gift. i kept putting it off and when i finally got around to it i was told they were out of season. i felt terrible! so today i got an email from her telling me that a tree (or very large branch) fell in her backyard, and as irony would have it, if i'd gotten her a picnic table it would have been completely destroyed by the tree. funny huh? life is strange.
you were here, you were here, and you were here.
don't look back.
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i would consider myself a nosey person as well..liking to be in the know. When I was a kid i always like to be in everyone elses business and thought that i wanted to be a journalist so that it would be my job to be nosey.
i think with more knowledge comes with more responsibility.
i am wearing my flannel pj's again...bliss!
when we were kids and overheard part of my mom's conversations, we'd ask her what she was talking about with so-and-so, she'd alway respond by saying "i'm asking about getting a new nose for you".
flannel pj's = bliss? not for me. having to wear pj's = grrrrrrr. give me back the heat waves!
i know! i've been sleeping with just a sheet for two months and last night i needed a blanket, too.
but then, i sleep better when i'm all warm and my nose is cold.
am i a dog?
no. its interesting that your first thought is "am i a dog?" its clearly the influence of your dogs.
i am currently much more cold than i'd like to be.
its funny how i spent the whole day craving cheese and instead had to nibble on other things. but now that i've just had some cheese i'm satisfied and feel no need to munch.
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