Cousins

We have spent the last 2 days watching the girls play with their cousins; the kids of Jeff’s first cousins. And we have debated whether they are all second cousins, third cousins or cousins once removed. The reality is that they are family, and that is all that counts.

The hair situation.

When we moved to the East Coast, I was forced to break up with someone near and dear to me — my hair stylist. As a woman with short hair, you need to trust your stylist not to butcher your hair.  Ideally you would also not have to pay the premium of a woman’s cut when…

Blogging as therapy???

For those of you who have been reading this mess for a while, you may remember that I blogged every day for a year from my 36th birthday till my 37th birthday. I did that at the request of a counselor who recognized my “difficulty” in sharing my feelings and thoughts and encouraged me to…

At the Jersey Shore.

Thankful for a free 3 day stay at the shore, courtesy of one of Jeff’s BoatWorks volunteers.

What the What??!?!?

When I’m going on an 11 hour work day and I see this come across my Twitter feed, I just want to bury my head down and sigh….

Peach pickin’

Today was the first day in nearly a month that the four of us have been together. The sun was shining and we were restless. The challenge of living here is that some of our favorite activities are not readily accessible to us, like a public pool or the beach, friends or family.  So I…

Wanderings on the web

It is nothing short of ridiculous how much stuff I read on the internet. I have a method to my madness, a route of sorts that I meander through every day.  It helps that I have lots of quirky, clever friends that do as well, so some days I cheat and just read what they…

Then and now

Then: 1998 The dishes were new, the towels fluffy.  There was more hair and less weight. We were broke missionaries with UrbanPromise. There was love. Now: 2013 The dishes are broken and gone, the towels are frayed. There are grey hairs and fine lines. There are two beautiful girls in our arms and three others…

One week in.

It has been a whirlwind week of traveling, meeting people and more traveling. I feel as though I should be writing about all I’ve experienced here, but I’m at a loss to process all of it right now.  And limited internet access prevents me from uploading photos that might tell a better story. I am…