it's * snot * funny

It's really snot. That's right. It's cold season. After facing an incredible assortment of weather rangeing from a high of mid 70s to a low of 28F here you can imagine what my body's reaction to it all must be. Tissue full after tissue full of. . . well, yah, next to one of the grossest bodily substance known to man. . . SNOT. That gooey substance that reproduces itself faster than you can pull a tissue from the kleenex box. My nose is starting to become chapped and red. Oh the sad state-of-being for such a wee lil bodily part. Needless to say, I now have a 'sexy' deep voice. Well, I think I sound like a man, but others have begged to differ. All I know is that I can hardly sing without choking myself.

Hack. Cough. Gurgle. Hauk. Sniffle. Snuff. Blah!

It's just gross. Simply put, it's disgusting. I really hope I get better soon.

others' health update

So I haven't heard from Nay concerning her mom's present condition. I am still praying that the Lord would cause the cancer to go away and never come back and that she would experience as little of pain as possible in the process. And that she would be able to continue to live a long and healthy life in and for the Lord.

As for my dear lil Anthony, he is doing just well. Appearently scarlet fever isn't as scary as it once was. When I first heard of it all I could think of was all my days of playing 'End of the Oregon Trail' on the computer and having my peoples die of it. Thank goodness for modern science/medicine. My sister told me that as soon as he was able to get to the emergency room and get some meds in him he was fine. You couldn't have even known that he was as sick as he was. Thank you, Emmanuel and Sean for researching and distilling my fears that evening. You two are dears!

My brothers are appearantly both doing exceptionally well in these months proceeding their transplant. . . Dave with his single kidney and Jeff with his three. Aunt Julie's 'Mr. Bean' (as she calls her newly transplanted kidney) is also cooperating well. Both she and Jeff are more than happy to be through with the strenuous task of daily dialysis.

Thank You Lord for all You have been doing especially in watching over my family and friends. I praise You for Your sovereign care and arrangement for them.

URGENT: medical report... please pray...

(1) for fran - my friend renee's mom who has breast cancer, and is going thru radiation treatment... she has three weeks left and she's not doing well. it's apparently quite painful.
(2) for my nephew Anthony, he is three-yrs-old and has been diagnosed with scarlet fever.





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i see london, i see france. . .

oh the exciting things you can find online. . . My paul frank t-shirt is totally going to see it's dying day like this.

heeeeey ev-ree-budd-deee. . .

(*grin* doesn't that sound like Grover from Sesame Street?!)

I can't believe my own eyes. My very own sister has now joined the blogging ranks. . . or perhaps I should say succombed to them. She's calling it peerpressure, but I'm calling it a gentle nudge. All I asked once was, "So do you have a blog?" Geeze. . . some people give in so easily. Actually I like to think it is because she saw how much fun I have blogging and how therapeutic it is for my mother. . . yes, mom is blogging now too. Watch out world. . . the MyLastName-Women were spotted in the blogosphere.

Of course, be careful not to leave a trail to your blog. . . if you don't want it read by them.

i'm not a poet, but my brother is

You see right through to me. (That's a song, isn't it?)
Passed any rough outer edge, any blemish, any defect. . .
You see right through to me. The actual me, and not just in appearance.
It's like I'm there standing bare before you. And it's me.
Everything else is. . . well it just isn't to you.
But I run and then I pull away.
I suppose I don't really know how to respond.
And even if I had the knowledge
There would still be the problem of it being lived out of me.
Complicated me. One who wrestles.
But you see right through to me.
Through my complication. Through every frustration.
I didn't even hear the 'knocking'
Let me in. Let me in. It gently wispers.
I resist, then insist. What's my problem!?
Yet I can't begin to tell you how scary it is to let people in.
Especially when it just happens. . . they just
See right through to you. And poof!
They're in. And not only so,
But they love you for you.
Atleast for what they've seen thus far.
Thank you for seeing me. . . as you do.
But I'm still complicated.
My heart, a great onion
With layer after layer to patiently remove.
Each mingled with many tears. . .
Is it possible for a man to endure such a timely process
And still love what he will see?

My Little Cowboy

He was 5 and riding tall.

Mind the Gap. . .

Originally uploaded by mle jane.

. . the age gap that is. This is a baby hippo and a 120 year old turtle. How cool is that!? It works for them. *awh*

on land or sea, what matters where, wherever I go there I am.

My OGO can go wherever I go.

Wherever I go,
My Ogo will go.
Wherever I dwell,
My Ogo will dwell.
My people will be it's people,
And my God it's God.

Wherever I die,
My Ogo will die
And there will we be buried.
Jehovah do to me and more as well
If anything but death parts me from my Ogo.
Jehovah do to me and more as well
If anything but death parts me from my Ogo.

(adapted from a hymn about Ruth and Naomi.)

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one, two,. . . thirty

Tomorrow is my childhood idol's (aka. my older sister's) birthday. She is a beautiful person. A mother of two little squids, who I utterly adore to pieces. And she's turning 30.

Thirty. The big three-o. Leaving the twenties behind. . . stepping into a brand new segment of her life. And yet, it will just be like another day. It probably won't feel any different. Just another day among the others. Hmm. . . I'm going to hit thirty in four more years. That's not very far away.

Dude. That's definitely NOT where I parked my car.

Leaving on a jet plane / Don't know when I'll be back again. . .

I will be leaving at 6:30 am Sunday morning for the BIG state of Texas again. Austin-bound. Crash landing into the arms of some in the dear body. Without my own home and transportation I will alas be at the mercy of others for some time again. Oh joy for that!! (please sense the sarcasm). That's a real toughy especially when so many around you, even younger than you are out driving their cars around all over tarnation. ok, ok, car's and ownership... it's a sore subject for me. I'll admit. Perhaps I'll get over that some more... awh the precious lessons to learn in life. Well, I'm getting the better deal, if I'm getting more God wrought into my being,... oh it's true.

I'm not using her chapstick, that's gross!

Ok, if you need a good laugh and you are with a friend or two and you are uber tired you may find Napoleon Dinamite to be on of this season's funniest films. Maybe it's just me, but, "Geez! What the heck!? why did you say that for? ...Can you bring me my chapstick? (No) Waaa-i-eeee not!?! Cuz my lips hurt real bad."