All sorts of things in this wonderful post…
You have to check out this site my little bro’ found… I love egg. Go to the English portion (unless you understand Korean), and make sure to play the song first (look at the upper right hand corner).
Sally was the 100th comment poster at this new and wonderful blog location. (At the time of posting, there are actually 104 comments, spam deleted.)
Apparently I’ve used a lot of space added pictures to the mennoboy gallery. (Really Chris, it was all my fault.) So please, my loyal blog readers, don’t go look at them just yet and use all the bandwidth up.
The dresses for Crys‘ wedding are spectular. I’ve got my final fitting on Wednesday. I’m starting to get that princess feeling that Caro and Sally were talking about.
And it’s great to be home for the week. If you want to catch me for coffee, by all means, give me a call (I’m with my folks) … but you’d better be quick, my time is going fast.
Category I – The Hub
You’re a ‘people person’. Networking runs in your blood. Consequently, you can move through most social circles with ease.
What Type of Social Entity are You?
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Thanks to Justin for finding this … I always love a good quiz.
That’s the title of the book being promoted on Oprah this past Wednesday. It rather struck home … with that recent post ‘I want you to want me’.
The premise of the book is that females make all sorts of excuses for guys, and that we settle all the time. So, if he doesn’t call or reply to all your emails – he’s just not that into you. Nope, he’s not really busy at work, he’s not necessarily out of town, an old friend didn’t just pop by. Apparently males like to let us down ‘easily’ and like to avoid confrontation.
Apparently, they also tend to let us know just when it is that they are into us. Apparently they pursue us. Who knew?
So that’s it. It’s a lesson I needed to be reminded of. And, in all honesty, it’s not that big of a deal. He’s just not that into me. So, ok, I’ll move on.
Yesterday I made the best batch of Smoshy Cookies ever – half for Lindsay’s birthday (it’s Tuesday) and the other half for whatever … they ended up getting eatten tonight. Tonight I made some fabulous ginger beef and spring rolls with the help of Jen, Kathy and Angie.
Yesterday I surprised myself when the thought of, what’s the deal with the Bible crossed my head. Not the intellectual sort of question, but the straight from the soul sort of question. I have heard all the answers …. I know all the answers. And I am not doubting anything here, but never before have I had a question of my faith impact me so much. It really did take me aback. I have no other way of describing it.
I’m coming home in a week for Crys‘ wedding. I’m really looking forward to being back – although it does seem like I was just there yesterday. It will be good to be back for longer … my folks will actually get to see me this time around. I think they are planning some family pics too.
I recently got a comment posted asking for prayer (see here). Please take a look and consider David in your prayers.
It might just be something like The Taming of the Shrew.
I could probably change the oil in my car if I tried, and if I had those ramp things to drive up onto. I can locate hidden fuse panels. I can do basic carpentry, home renovations and recover furniture. I can whip up a storm in the kitchen and fix the wobbly leg on the table. Not only can I unplug the toilet (plunger or snake), I have been known to fix assorted other plumbing problems. People say I have all sorts of obscure knowledge tucked away. And if I don’t have it tucked away, I can find it in mere moments. I’ve revived crashed computers, and like to think I’ve got ways around the complex, redundant, and highly illogical Microsoft brain.
My mother says I’ve been stubbornly independent since I was a wee one — and perhaps this is the problem. Not only my problem, but a problem of many women today. No longer are we damsels in distress. We resolve our own conflicts, fight our own battles, and find solutions to our problems.
So my question is this: Do you, my elusive fish in the sea, want me? Is this self-reliance intimidating? Am I less approachable? Or have I become more ‘one of the guys’ than I ever intended?
Albeit, I have been known to look for love in all the wrong places. Not bad places, but just places were love (let alone like) wasn’t looking me bad in the face. And when love/like was looking my way, I was staring off to some other corner of the universe.
So here am I – one among many – silently shouting that I want you to want me. And while I hold onto the dream of my knight in shining armour coming to rescue me, I somehow think I’ve already rescued myself.
