Emily, Me, and Cromer

Cromer, Emily, and Me :0)

At guys' soccer practice.... our rugby field and its view. sigh.

Mumbi and Me

Odie. What a poser. haha

Supporting our boys:0)

The principal teaching me how to ride a piki!! haha, oh my.

BELL RANG. love you guys.

hey guys!!!!

my xanga is now for you buddies in the states because im no longer there to grace you with my presence.

i will be in about a month and a half. 

i love you and miss you

mira

ps. next entry, ill bring pics.

Currently Listening Take Me to Your Leader By Newsboys see related

ben and i took a road trip together to creation west. our deciding factor (besides that its thousands of people gathering in the gorge to worship jesus) was that jeremy kingsley was speaking there. because my life has never been the same since his appearance at rva my 7th grade year. too bad we didnt calculate enough time in because after a long grueling trip that started at 4 in the morning, our "deciding factor" had finished speaking, packed up his things, and left. yes, i cried a little teeny bit. ive become a such a softy, guys, what can i say? but after that part, i felt like it was God's way of saying "he's not the focus here... I am". and He was. the worship was great. plus also the newsboys were great:0) they're really so good in concert.

plus plus the sunrise and set on the way there were awe-inspiring.

and ben and i got some good bonding time. i love that kid. (...how can you not have bonding time on a 600 mile trip..)  anyways, it'll be hard to say goodbye to him. 

visual evidence to support the above statements.

all in all ... it was a good trip.

mira

we're not allowed to dance at rva, huh?

i forgot.

Currently Listening Etta James Rocks the House By Etta James see related

Every morning, as I burst open the first cream-colored bathroom door, armed with brush and bucket, I wonder at what my job title really is. I slap on my bright yellow gloves (my only required uniform) and begin to scrub the jacuzzi floor till it sparkles and shines. Later I have no time to ponder my professional title as I brush through the upstairs hallway with my toppling basket of laundry, knocking on doors and letting "the girls" know that they need to practice their instruments at least an hour before any xbox, tv, or computer (my instructions are reinforced with a bold note on the office door reading "NO SCREEN TIME UNTIL 2 OCLOCK AND 1 HOUR OF PRACTICE"). And I add, as I make my way downstairs, that I need their things off the floor in order to vaccum in 15 minutes. Outside, I wipe the dirt from between my fingers after I carry freshly picked weeds to the large brown container titled "Yard Debris". Around lunch time and in the garage, I pull myself up onto a wobbly step ladder to reach a packet of Ramen noodles. Maid? Nanny? ... Cleaning Specialist? I like that one. People with the less glorious jobs like to add "specialist" at the end of their duty to make it sound more... glorious. "garbage man" becomes "sanitation specialist"; "sewage cleaner guy" becomes "waste management specialist", etc. As I stir the noddles slowly over the glass, touchpad-operated stove, I sigh. Because after I eat, I'll vacuum and dust the house, organize and alphabetize my employers' clients' psych files, groom the dogs, make the beds, clean the 5th wheeler, the truck, the van, and the prius, among other things. And when I'm done, I'll walk to my employer's office (two houses down) to see what "projects" there are today, since I'll have finished my daily tasks. Tomorrow it will be the attic. All this before I sign out and drive home to take a hot shower and go to sleep.

No, cleaning specialist doesn't work for me.

But let me tell you: by the time it comes to dorm clean-up, I will most definitely be a specialist.