The Last Flip

Token.

2009-12-02T19:45:00.000-08:00

Thank you for nights when I don’t sleep well—as they teach me the value of sweet slumber. Thank you my all knowing protector, for back aches—they serve as a reminder to me of the wonder of health. Thank you awesome provider, for the times of abasing—In these times I learn the desperation in prayer you seek of me. Thank you my ever-present relief and strength, for the stress of managing—I’ve never relied so heavily on you, and I’m sure you've been waiting for this.

Teach me to be like you, Lord. Trusting, patient, loving, incredibly fit, and wise. Teach me your ways of faith, and of true facts, of winning through love. I dedicate this day to you...and ask for your power to go thru it like you would.
xxx

Starting..

2009-11-19T17:44:00.000-08:00

Looks can be deceiving--we aren't always so goodlooking.
And we're missing our sweet national/Tomomomee in the above picture, which would make it 10 times handsomer.

We had our first show today--yeeehaw!
In our group we have: Jonny, Oli, Me, Elena, Marieanne, and Ana.
And for the kids: Nessy, Robin, Jenny, and Devin.

Most of our practices go something like..
Me: "Ummm...I forgot my water, lemme go get it"
Oli: "What the heck was that harmony again??"
Elena: "I think you're off..."
Marieanne: "I'm sorry I'm late, kids you know..."
Ana: "Consistent high pitch squeals"
Juanito: "Umm guys, we should pray?"

Obviously, we could only go uphill from here. I'm so happy for our singing bunch this year, jokes aside, I think this one is going to be a GREAT SUCCESS!

xxx

Musical Interlude.

2009-11-11T08:38:00.000-08:00

I'm in-love, I say--IN-LOVE.
I could listen to these classics over and over.

Look alikes?

2009-11-04T18:54:00.000-08:00

For the last 6 years of my life, (pretty much all I can remember of my life in Canada) I've been told that I look like the Miss Tete Halifax(Mcken, snicker).

Judge for yourself peoples. I think all the sharing we do is skin color and brown hair (Andre says white teeth too) Do we really look all that alike?
A little news flash: Oh wait. If I say she's hot, it might look like I'm insinuating pride or something of the sort. Dangdarn. It's a shame it took so long for me to find her. She sure is a pretty one.

xxx

Hi Ho.

2009-10-29T08:18:00.000-07:00

So, I've embarked on a couple new things this week...namely getting things done--it's quite fun really.

I've started a new program that will provide me (eventually) with my Ontario High School Diploma. (In case anyone is interested, Ontario is insane with it's school program, you have to have 30 credits to graduate from HS, and more.) Sweet baby Jesus.

I've taken out all my winter clothes, and decided that it's useless to wear summer clothes with large sweaters over anymore--just take out the darn long underwear.

I played American football earlier this week, and am still recovering--though Handsome Andre was quite inpressed with my football lingo:
Andre: So, Lainey, when I say hike, I want to you run about 5 steps forward then quickly turn and face me.
Lainey: SO......you want me to run a button-hook?
Andre: (Incredulous stare..) Yes. DO that.

:D Amn't I cool?

Facebook is quicksand, and ramen is a godsend.
I need to figure out what the heck I'm wearing this weekend.

Much Love,
xxx

Halloween 2007
Halloween 2008

Show and tell.

2009-10-24T15:13:00.000-07:00

These are a-maaaaazing chocolates (they're that good to have to blog about them).
I'm the kind of' nibble here, nibble there" where it comes to sweet things, and I can't really handle too much, (they makes my taste buds revolt)--But these were soooooo good that Andre and I were fighting over the the last couple.
Yes, that's right...
All gone.
So, I knew this day would come...but am I ever discouraged.

No worries--Andre the handsome is here.
Saved from a night of sorrow and despair.
(A big shout out to the donors of this post's treat--WE MISS YOU, COME AND SEE US!)

xxx

For the souul.

2009-10-20T08:57:00.000-07:00

Snack on this treat.
I absolutely love his music. They're all my happy songs, and if you aren't a large banner toting fan yet--get involved.
Just the kind of tunes I like, soft and relaxing, with some big band and jazz-ish numbers. Always great for when you're doing some stressful cooking :P.

Some of his best songs are:
* Lost
* I'm your Man
* Me and Mrs. Jones
* Everything

And that's all free advertising I can afford for now.
xxx

Food and Thankfulness.

2009-10-16T07:59:00.000-07:00

The spread.
Handsome Andre and his droopy eyed partner.
Marianne's apple pies. I'm so glad she did all the baking, I wouldn't go near pie crusts and measurements with a ten-foot pole. :P They were the best homemade apple pies I've ever had.
"Look Ma, I can cook!"
We served 23 that night. Had white wine along with our turkey...delish.
All that to see, I'm thankful. It's been a wonderful year, and I believe it's only getting more so.
xxx

Fall is Back.

2009-10-09T12:45:00.000-07:00

It's Friday--beautiful, unadulterated Friday. This one is ever so thankful for that.
I've been having a lot of random thoughts, and I think it's a prelude to all the turkey that's bound to be coming my way.

1. My room is a sight I can't take, which makes me scared of my amount of laziness because I can't seem to motivate myself to make it somewhat presentable.

2. Falafels and olives are amazing.

3. This Monday is Thanksgiving, and I getting hungry thinking about all the gravy and stuffing. (slightly terrified of the impending doom that awaits, but nevertheless...mostly hungry)

4. My nails are not longer being bitten. (Cheer!)

5. I love my boyfriend, and I can't wait for him to be home.

6. I'm thinking of making this a part time food blog.

7. I'm thinking I should stop procrastinating and clean this dang room before I get the evil eye.

xxx

Right now.

2009-08-20T11:11:00.000-07:00

Pretty hot about this song right now. Something about the simplicity of the song, and the holy water. The video is uncoperative-- but the link is cheerful as ever.

Give it a whirl: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bU1Yau9K9YQ

Make it real for me
There's so much craziness, surrounding me
There's so much going on, it gets hard to breathe
When all my faith has gone, you bring it back to me
You make it real for me

When I'm not sure of, my priorities
When I've lost site of, where I'm meant to be
Like holy water, washing over me
You make it real for me

And I'm running to you baby
You are the only one who saved me
That's why I've been missing you lately
Cause you make it real for me

When my head is strong, but my heart is weak
I'm full of arrogance, and uncertainty
But I can find the words, you teach my heart to speak
You make it real for meee, yeaaa

And I'm running to you baby
Cause you are the only one who saved me
That's whyyy I've been missing you lately
Cause you make it real for me

Ohhh
Everybodies talking in words
I don't understand
You got to be the only one
Who knows just who I am
Your shinin in the distance
I hope I can make it through
Cause the only place
That I want to be
Is right back home with you

I guess there's so much more
I have to learn
But if you're here with me
I know which way to turn
You always give me somewhere,
Somewhere I can learn
You make it real for me

And I'm running to you baby
Cause you are the only one who saved me
That's why I've been missing you lately
Cause you make it real for me
You make it real for me

xxx

Again.

2009-08-18T08:37:00.000-07:00

I know our hair is everywhere and we look like we're about to pass out from happiness and cold-- but I couldn't resist!
I miss that face.
xxx

Happy Times..

2009-07-16T11:05:00.000-07:00

Most of these were posted on Facebook by my sisters, but for all of you who still read this blog, here they are. :-)
One of the smaller bass the boys caught.

Cranium! Yea, we're nerds...

"I'm on a boat..."

Some nice barn neighbors that came to see us.

I have more picturesto post, I just have to get a hold of that Cecil girl!
I love you, xxx

Take two on oldies.

2009-06-19T08:09:00.000-07:00

Fun shots from last year.

I stumbled apon this after a foolish disagreement. Notice the sign. Self-inflicted, I promise. :-D
Early December. Bring the bangs back!
Last summer, In-house indians.

Infamous canoe trip. That water was so gross.

Lookie Here.

2009-06-12T06:30:00.000-07:00

March 2008.
Sweet Cecil sent me some pictures she's taken over the last year.
In other news, the family is coming up! This means three things: Lainey in the kitchen, late night singing, and eating. :-) I'm excited.
More oldies coming your way.

Happy Birthday Sweets.

2009-05-02T16:12:00.000-07:00

It was Marie's birthday on Wednesday, and I forgot to write her. What kind of a faithful Taurian and I anyway? Gesh Capesh. To one of my favorite people in the world:
Marie, I love you. I miss you. Come back to us. (Though if you don't, I understand. Brown rice isn't the hottest thing around these parts.) Thank you for being full of cool ideas, always ready to do something fun or challenging, always up for good food, and so completely understanding. You are such a hard worker and a good example of putting your whole heart into everything you do. Thanks for being a friend..even though I'm sure you wanted to scream at me a few times for doing outrageous things, I am amazed at your patience.
If I turn out like you when I'm 28(or is it 29?, shucks.) I won't be so displeased after all.
I love you!
xxx

xxx

Good Eats.

2009-05-02T15:33:00.000-07:00

Okay, so if you're looking for someone who knows how to cook, is hilarious to watch, and is a bit of an Essex dreamboat, check out Jamie Oliver.

On Monday I spent some time watching his videos, and getting extremely hungry...I was sick in bed and couldn't do much, but I was really impressed with his style of cooking. Pretty basic and quick, but his ingredients come out looking amazing. He's been around for ages, but I just discovered, quite gleefully, his mad skills.
The other night I had the whole family watching a episode with me. Must check out.

In other news: I can't think of anything that I want to eat more than Vietnamese Pho.

xxx

JOANIS. (Sorry, it's his fault)

2009-04-14T11:05:00.000-07:00

This one here is a keeper.

I don't know what I like about her more--her incessant giggling, her giganormous cow eyes, that sneakily-smart listening knack, or her especially made travel sized boday. ;)
All I know is: I miss her. Where are Japanese snacks when you need them?

My all time favorite pic of you. eeeeehehe.
Excuse me, Miss? I'll be needing to check your luggage--I think you've stolen my heart.
xxx

(ahem...I'm doing a little free advertising right now Joan, you'll thank me one day!)

Check it.

2009-04-10T06:39:00.000-07:00

Thank you for giving to the Lord.

Found this on someone's blog, and loved it.
I've got to head to Sierra Leone now.

xxx

Need a good read.

2009-04-03T13:35:00.000-07:00

I need a book. A good book. Something that is pretty classic and that I or someone know is good. I don't want to waste hours reading something that I find is trash in the end. I'm going to need to write something on it when I'm done, be it a review or report.
All you who have read something you feel is interesting and good literature...gimme a holler.

I will be very pleased with you.
xxx

It's been a year..

2009-03-23T06:15:00.000-07:00

And a right good one at that.

Thank you for being with me through everything. Horrible morning person and everything.
You are the best thing since rice and peanut hot sauce.

"God must have spent, a little more time on you.."
xxx

A few snaps.

2009-03-06T10:26:00.000-08:00

It's a good weekend ahead! Some warm weather coming our way and Ceecil joining me for freeday, yipee. :)
A couple pictures I've acquired from the last months.

Stirling paintballing in the backyard.
Ice skating on our pond.
Heee.
3/4 of our disasta singing team.

Have a good weekend all,
xxx

New Do.

2009-03-01T19:58:00.000-08:00

Ooooooo, I like it! I'm in love with this big city feel right now. I wanted Toronto as the back ground, see if I can get that one to work. Hee. Mr. Humfrey actually did all the work of this, I just kind of sat around and pointed.
I don't have any recent pictures on the new computer, I might have to badger Ana abit. In any case, here's what I've been looking at for the last 2 1/2 hours.
Dreamboat. (Andre: He can sing, dance, got a killer accent, and he's got facial hair...I bet he's tall too. How is that fair?) :P

Lots of love to friends and family all around. I miss you.
xxx

Shel Bell.

2009-02-08T18:44:00.000-08:00

I miss my sister. Like a heck of a roo alot!

I miss being able to talk whenever. Seeing her whenever I'd like to. I miss knowing how she's doing all the time.
I guess I can take comfort in knowing she has a handsome foo' to keep her safe.

I love you Smush. xxx

"And I can't even stop to comprehend, the way your love for me has no end...I'm loss for words, it's all so--unfathomable."

Best Bud. (aka, Steriod Man, Brown Man, Hot Security Guy, etc.)

2009-01-08T19:32:00.000-08:00

This post is for Sam.

As some may know he's been in and out of the hospital with broken and fractured fingers, and he needs YOUR prayers. The doctors have told him that he won't be able to use his hand again at least for a very long time or possibly never. We're not so into that route, so we're praying for MIRACLES.

1. Please pray that the hurting will lessen, and he will be able to eat properly and sleep well without large amounts of pain killers.
2. COMPLETE healing of his fingers(all of them), and restored use of his hand(so that he'll be able to work out, do push ups, shake hands, throw popcorn parties), etc.
3. Anything else that you think would be good.
Thank you for praying for my friend Sam.
xxx

Story for the Season

2008-12-17T09:02:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite seasonal stories this Christmas.
I hope you find it as inspirational as I did.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Moring
By Henry Hurt (Taken from Christmas in the Heart, part 3)

Danny Moring had settled down to watch the eleven o'clock news in the den of his quiet home in the U.S. state of South Carolina. His children were tucked in bed. His wife, Allyson, who had complained of a sudden bad case of the flu, was asleep at the other end of the house. Her illness was so severe--fever, chills, cramps, vomiting--that she had isolated herself so she would not pass along the bug to the rest of the family.
Suddenly Danny heard an odd scuffling noise in the kitchen. He went to look. There lay Allyson, curled on the floor in a fetal position. She had pulled herself all the way from their bedroom and now reached toward him, her face distorted in pain. "Danny, help me. I'm dying," she gasped, her teeth chattering. "I really am."
Her husband was stunned. Allyson, 36, had enjoyed wonderful health--except for recent surgery for a ruptured spinal disc. Only the day before, she, Danny and their children--Elizabeth, nine, and Robert, one--had returned home from a Thanksgiving-weekend camping trip.
Danny looked down at Allyson; the skin on her fingers and toes was turning purple. He carried her back to their bedroom and called 911. Then he stroked the wet, dark hair plastered to her face and hugged her icy body to him. "I've never hurt like this," Allyson whimpered. "It's like pins sticking in me all over."
Minutes later, when the emergency crew arrived, Allyson's blood pressure was undetectable. She was placed on a gurney and carried from the house. Standing in the doorway as the ambulance sped off into the night, Danny felt weak. Of all people, how could this be happening to Allyson?
Danny phoned his father to come stay with the children, who were sound asleep. In his mind he could see them, snuggled in bed, innocent to the fact that the very heart of their lives had been plucked out and taken away.

Lit by a Smile. "Stick your tongues way out," Allyson Moring had said to her teenage students at choral practice a few days before she fell ill. "Let's do our warm-ups." Then, Mrs. Moring, as her pupils called her, exuberantly jutted her own tongue out and led the vocalizing. Awful guttural noises, mixed with nervous giggles, resounded through the music room.
"Now we're ready!" Mrs. Moring said, convinced that nasal cavities were opened, voice ranges extended, and--perhaps most important--egos leveled by laughter. Her gaze swept the 50 youthful faces, and she hooked her arms into the air. She gave a crisp flick of her hands, and young voices rose in sweet unison. With her high spirits and smiling slate-blue eyes, Mrs. Moring had won over the hearts of her charges at the high school. They loved to watch her drive into the parking lot, her head bobbing energetically as she filled the car with her own rendition of "I Could Have Danced All Night." Even at her most intense moments of conducting, her face was lit by a half-smile.
Since her earliest days, Allyson, oldest of five girls in a family of six children, had loved music. From the age of five, she had taken piano lessons, and later, voice lessons. As a teacher, she believed that music could change lives for the better--that it could foster emotional development and enhance all the good aspects of life, the serious as well as the frivolous. She believed, too, that it could soothe those parts of life that are most difficult. In every sense, Allyson Moring was an apostle for the power of music.
For the 1994 Christmas concert, Mrs. Moring's group was attempting one of music's most difficult choral pieces, the "Hallelujah" chorus from Handel's Messiah. A challenge even for adults, the selection would be the centerpiece of the concert--if the students could get it right. The very first note had to explode from 50 throats in perfect harmony. Then the parts had to follow one another in a cascade of sound--new voices breaking in upon old with exquisite precision.
For 16 long weeks, the boys and girls had practiced after school, perfecting simpler selections and struggling with Handel's masterpiece. During Mrs. Moring's absence for back surgery, Katherine Allen, 17, a senior who had taken a course in directing music, filled in. But Katherine, slight of build with long blond hair, had found it hard to manage the large group. Believing she had failed as a conductor, she vowed she would stick to singing and leave directing to others.
Allyson Moring returned to choir practice, the success of her surgery marred only by a staph infection, for which she was given antibiotics. She finished the medication on Thanksgiving Saturday. Within hours, she had taken to bed with what she believed to be flu.

Last Rites. When Danny Moring reached the hospital, the news was brutally bad. Medicine's oldest enemy--massive systemic infection, also known as sepsis--had laid siege to his wife's body. She had gone into septic shock, in which bacteria overwhelm the body's systems, blood vessels begin to leak, and vital organs start shutting down. A doctor took Danny aside and suggested he gather the family. There was little chance that Allyson would survive the night.
Gripped by this grim diagnosis, Danny rushed home. There, he sat on the edge of Elizabeth's bed, kissed her lightly on the forehead and nudged the little girl from her sleep.
"Where's Mom?" Elizabeth asked. Her eyes were beseeching now, confused, and Danny caught the color in them--the precise slate-blue of Allyson's.
"Mom went to the hospital," Danny said, tears welling in his eyes.
"Is Mommy going to die?" she said, her voice wavering.
"Lizzie," he said, "she could die, but we're going to ask God to be with us and we're going to pray and pray like we've never prayed before."
Elizabeth burst into tears as the two of them hugged each other. They prayed together, Elizabeth's small voice begging God to make her mother well. Then Danny tucked her in. With the light now off, Elizabeth cried in her pillow until sleep brought her peace.
Back at the hospital, among the doctors watching over Allyson was her father, pediatrician Allen Harrell. As her mother and sisters stood around her bed, Danny and Dr. Harrell each took one of Allyson's hands. The Morings' parish priest, Father Timothy Watters, stood by.
Allyson Moring's eyes opened for a moment. She looked around at her family and at Father Watters. Her father gently said to her, "Allyson, honey, you're very sick. It would give us all strength if Father Watters gave you the last rites." He rubbed her icy hand.
"Am I going to die?" Allyson asked.
"Honey," her father said, gently squeezing her hand, "this is to give us the strength we need to go forward."
Tears welled in Allyson's eyes, and she closed them. Then the priest touched his fingers to the palms of Allyson's hands and to her forehead, anointing her with oil.
Katherine Allen made her way through the bustling corridor as classes changed at Bishop England High School. Suddenly she was face to face with Jessica Boulware, a junior from the choral group. Katherine could tell from Jessica's expression that something was terribly wrong.
"It's not true," said Katherine after hearing the news. "There's no way Mrs. Moring could be that sick."
"I'm serious," said Jessica. "She's been given the last rites." Speechless, the girls stared at each other, feeling empty and alone. Would Mrs. Moring really die? What would happen to the Christmas concert?
The next afternoon, the choral group met to talk about Mrs. Moring. The latest medical reports were dire. It would be almost impossible to stage the Christmas concert, only ten days away. But, more important, what could they do--now--for Mrs. Moring?
Jessica Boulware had an idea.

Joyful Voices. Allyson Moring's infection raged on. At first, in her delirium, she had mumbled about the Christmas concert, telling Danny it had to go on. Then she became totally unresponsive, and was kept alive only by a respirator. Her body swelled so horribly with toxic fluids that her eyes disappeared into bloated flesh.
Danny was standing vigil at her bedside when two of Allyson's colleagues from the high school, Barbara and John McPherson, came to the intensive-care unit and handed Danny an audio cassette. "From Allyson's students," Barbara said. Danny inserted the tape into a small player and turned it on. In a sudden burst, the joyful voices of girls and boys singing Christmas carols filled the cubicle.
Staring into Allyson's face, Danny prayed that she could hear these voices that he knew she loved. Then his own heart jumped as he picked up the high, sweet refrain of one of her favorite songs: "Do you hear what I hear? Do you hear what I hear?"
As Danny prayed for God to let Allyson hear, the singers suddenly began the "Hallelujah" chorus. What happened next astounded him. Allyson's eyelids twitched, and he felt a firm squeeze from her hand. Staring into Allyson's face, he thought he saw a tiny half-smile, as thrilling as any smile he had ever seen.
Danny Moring wept with relief and knew that he would play the tape over and over. Then someone touched him on the shoulder. It was Allyson's father. "Danny," Dr. Harrell said gently, "I cannot let you get your hopes up. Allyson can't survive without a miracle."
But there was no miracle. Pneumonia set in a few days later, and the illness grew worse.
"The tape made Mrs. Moring smile!" whooped a girl when Katherine came into the music room the next day. That spark of hope ignited the students. "There's no way we can not have the concert," said Jessica. But who would conduct? All eyes were on Katherine Allen.
"Never," said Katherine. "I'm not capable of it." But efforts to find a substitute director failed. One night, Katherine and her mother talked until 1 a.m. Over and over, Katherine insisted, "I'm just not a conductor." But she couldn't stop thinking about Mrs. Moring. She remembered the powerful inspiration the teacher brought to their choral group--and the immense satisfaction they felt when she pushed them to their performing limits.
The next morning, Katherine announced to her parents, "I've decided to do it." Practice resumed. As a perfectionist, Katherine wrestled with the pitch, the pacing, the soloists. But the greatest challenge was keeping the singers together for the "Hallelujah" chorus.
"I can't get the altos to hold their parts," Katherine told her parents in frustration. "I just don't see how it can all work." Her sleep was ravaged by nightmares of her own failure--something as a top student she had rarely experienced.
The rehearsals were also clouded by bad news from the hospital. At each grim report, someone would break down crying. Katherine was filled with fear.

"This is for Mrs. Moring." On December 8, Charleston's magnificent Grace Episcopal Church opened its doors for the high school Christmas concert. Word had spread about the students who were determined to fulfill their teacher's dream. More than 500 people packed the seats and spilled into the foyer.
In another part of the church, Katherine and the chorus went over the difficult parts one last time. Finally, Katherine called for silence. "We are going to pray together for Mrs. Moring," she said. "And then we're going to go out there and make her proud."
As she led the group in the Lord's Prayer, Katherine heard sobs. She struggled for composure herself. Then she addressed them for the last time. "We cannot be emotional," she insisted. "It'll ruin the concert. Keep saying 'This is for Mrs. Moring, this is for Mrs. Moring.' It must be the best we've ever done."
In the darkened sanctuary of the Gothic church, the chorus, holding candles and singing "O Holy Night," made its way down the aisles. When the singers reached the front, the lights came up. Katherine could see Mrs. Moring's family in the front rows, their faces shining with the same hope the singers felt.
Steadying herself, she looked out over the crowd and informed them that their director was deathly ill. "We dedicate this concert to Mrs. Moring in the hope that she will get well," she said.
Then Katherine turned and, with great flair, began the performance. As the voices intoned the familiar Christmas hymns, her confidence rose. But one thought continued to nag her: Can I keep them together for the finale? When the powerful opening to the "Hallelujah" chorus burst from the organ, Katherine took a deep breath and raised her arms. There was an excruciating pause. Then she flung her arms wide--and heard the voices explode, every note in place, warm and confident. Mrs. Moring's students were summoning sounds so pure that Handel's long crescendo of "hallelujahs" seemed to soar to the rafters, touching ears and hearts with the sound of Heaven itself.
When silence finally fell, the listeners rose and broke into applause, some weeping and others crowding forward to embrace the singers. Exhausted, Katherine felt a hug at her waist. It was the Morings' daughter, Elizabeth, embracing her as tightly as she could. Looking into the child's slate-blue eyes, Katherine was overcome with joy.
That same night, less than a mile from the church, Danny Moring sat holding his wife's hand, the tape made by her students still playing. Allyson's condition remained hopeless. Danny didn't even know whether the news of the successful Christmas concert had penetrated her unconsciousness.
But slowly, remarkably, over the next few days, her systems began to stabilize. Lungs and kidneys started functioning. Allyson began to recover.

Faith in God's Power. On Christmas morning, just 17 days after the concert, Allyson sat quietly in her own living room. Baby Robert squirmed in her lap as Danny and Elizabeth fetched presents from beneath the tree. Allyson was bone-thin and exhausted, but her face wore a radiant smile.
Why she got well, or even when the precise turning point came, is not important to Allyson Moring. The key fact is that her long, tortured slumber was filled with music. "What I remember is music, music, music--the beautiful music and voices that I love."
Soon after Mrs. Moring got home, Katherine Allen and Jessica Boulware and several others from the choral group tapped gingerly on her door, bearing gifts and flowers. There was an explosion of emotion as the girls and Mrs. Moring hugged one another. She told the girls what she had told so many--that the entire experience has certified her faith in God's power through music and prayer and the wonderful capacity of young people.
If the most precious of God's gifts is life, the Morings have realized a blessing every bit as special to them as Allyson's recovery--a baby boy born to them in October 1995, named Jonathan Tucker.
Merry Christmas, Mrs. Moring.

xxx

Merry Christmas, I miss you.

2008-12-09T09:51:00.000-08:00

"Wintersong"

The lake is frozen over
The trees are white with snow
And all around
Reminders of you
Are everywhere I go

It's late and morning's in no hurry
But sleep won't set me free
I lie awake and try to recall
How your body felt beside me
When silence gets too hard to handle
And the night too long

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

Oh I miss you now, my love
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas, my love

Sense of joy fills the air
And I daydream and I stare
Up at the tree and I see
Your star up there

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

Merry Christmas, I miss you. I've been thinking about you these past weeks, it seems most everything reminds me of you. From carolling to christmas shopping. I hope this year gives you the best you deserve, and all the love you ever need. Even though things are different and our lives have changed in a million ways this past year, I still love you as ever, and remember all you've given me.

Merry Christmas. xxx

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZwI5wXU1z4&feature=related

A little bit of 2008.

2008-11-10T17:12:00.000-08:00

Snow BBQs and Woodbridge.

Family Birthday Party and feasting

Birthday party for Geminis

"Awwwwwww...Afrey"

CCR Seminar.

A present I found one day on my doorstep.

Lots of love. Pray for internet so I can blog more. Greatly appreciated. :)

October Presents

2008-10-08T06:23:00.000-07:00

I finally succeeded in retrieving my blog. I lost my password and a lack of time and internet caused the very lame blog.
Ahem. "Sorry".

I'll be posting as much as I can. Let's hope that's more than it has been. ;-)
Still lovin you.

xxx

Sweet Somethings.

2008-01-05T21:10:00.000-08:00

My sweetest songs
Most touching poems
Deepest thoughts
Rarest tears
Truest emotions
Come when I'm with you.

My most love-filled day
Embracing those around me
Praying for the disheartened
Kissing the lovelorn
Melting into others' lives
Begin when I leave your side.

I am saturated with light.
I am calmed by your warmth.
I am loved completely.
Every part of me is satisfied,When I'm with you.

When we part
The glow remains
The moths are attracted
And light fills their souls
Because I've been with you.

Thank you for being
His love
For me
Last night.
--Robert Frank McNair (Micah)

I like. Hope you do too.

xxx

Last kiss.

2007-12-29T18:04:00.000-08:00

Mama: There have been and will continue to be times in each of our lives when the things the Lord asks us to forsake, or the changes He asks us to make, come with a significant personal sacrifice. This is something that the Lord does with all His children who are dedicated to Him and want His very best. Everyone who really loves and serves the Lord will at some time in their life be asked to give up something very precious to them. The Lord does this as a test; He does it to see if we love Him enough to make a big sacrifice for Him; He does it to draw us closer to Him and help us put Him first; and there are also usually reasons specific to the situation why He asks it of us. Putting the Lord and His work first is one of our foundation principles‚ something we still believe in and practice out of love for our wonderful Husband. It's never easy at the time, but the Lord really blesses and honors it, and once you've come through to the other side, you realize that not only was it worth it, but that in fact it was necessary to bring you back to the place of complete yieldedness and humility and being clay in the Potter's hand once again.

"Issues Part 12, ML# 3418"

They're just on loan, so love them as best as you can while they make they're stay with you.

Amen?

xxx

My tall guy.

2007-12-10T13:51:00.001-08:00

Hey, this is for you.
Thanks for lovin' me and being the bomb.

Chaiya chaiya, eh? Lainey loves you.

xxx

Family Fun.

2007-12-10T12:53:00.000-08:00

It's been so crazy around here I didn't get a chance till now to post these D.C. pics. Didn't get so many, but these were some of the better ones, hope you enjoy.

NHL game we went to. Capitols and Hurrincanes. Washington won 5-2. Just 1 goal shy of 9 Ibs of Buffalo chicken wings.
Happy fans.
Thanksgiving football, I ran in for a touchdown, then quickly retreated before anything bad happened.

Kareoke night, those talented boys...
Playing some card/board games, suuuuper intense.
Went tree hunting, and caught an Oli instead.
First sailing experience...we pulled off a pretty exciting trip for just sailing around the Bay. :D

I made it!
Sneaky Stirlings.
Wish you could have been there Smush, would have been all the better.

xxx

"Ju ne shun rue kwai le" :P

2007-12-03T18:20:00.000-08:00

Most Bestest Daddy, Happy Birthday.

I know everyone says they're Dad is the best, but that's cause they don't know YOU! I love you so much, and more than that.

Thanks for being there all the time, your shepherding, love, and patience has taught and helped me so much.

I can't imagine having 6 daughters, but I'm glad you did, the Lord's going to give you one huge mansion because of your yieldedness.(It'll be made with a lake on the inside with pretty much the best trout fishing spots ever ! Save some for me..:P)

Happy birthday, our favorite man, from all of us.

xxx

3:00 a.m.

2007-11-10T23:41:00.000-08:00

Couldn't fall asleep...It's just me here, and I'm thinking about you.

I'm sorry for bugging you, and everything else. But I can't not think about you.

"ILY" never seems like enough...
But I'm going to say it again.
I love you.

Jean Jacques Joseph Floore.

2007-11-10T20:28:00.000-08:00

Love that kid.

Lain: So, Dre's back in town, whoooopededoooo!! We've spent the last hours together in bliss, eating ramen, talking nonsense, listening to Leila...

Leila: ..."Oh my Goddddd...you're name's JOSEPH?"

Dre: "Shut up guys!"

Lain: *....laughing hysterically*

Leila: *rolling, falling, kicking with laughter...*

Dre: "Shut up guys..."

We missed you Dre. And we forgive you for your second name. (Leila thinks it's hideous)

xxx

Dre: "Say this is me right before I left, and now I remember why I didn't want to come back.."

(Leila/Lain: Sucks to be you J**K. loveya!) :D

To Jesus, With Love.

2007-11-03T20:38:00.000-07:00

I'm the candle, you're my flame... I'm the chess piece, you-- the game. I'm the bottle, you're my wine... I'm the window, you-- the sunshine.
I'm the boat, you're my sea... I'm the cup, you're that tea.I'm the wick, you're my oil I'm the plant, you-- my soil I'm the match, you're my fire.. I'm the need, you're my desire. That's why we're such a perfect team... Half of me is you, my dream.

LLYTM, xxx.

Stirling Love.

2007-10-28T15:12:00.001-07:00

Took some family photos the other day, here's what's left of the Stirling Clan. It's all autumny and colorful around here, not to mention just a tad nippy.

It's our last week with Gabe and Ally and our son. We're going to miss them even more than we miss mango pickle when Dahl night comes around. And that's ALOT, okay!

Everybody say cheese! Brandon looks like he needs some discipline...:POli and Me. Look out girl world...this one's a keeper.
Love these guys. if they weren't already my parents, I'd adopt them.
Henny Penny, Nessy, and Me. Growing up so fast, I can't believe!
Sorry for not posting so much, it's going to be probably about once a week at best. But pictures abound these days, so stay tuned..."coming to a blog near you!" :D

Quote of the week: Shooting S. Part 7--
No matter how hard, how unfair, or how naive it seems at the time to let your own thoughts and perspectives go and instead embrace my perspectives, it is the way to victory, overcoming, maturity, and great happiness.

Key Prom.:
Don't hold back, hesitate or fear-step out by faith to obey my voice...It feels like you're taking a leap off the edge of a cliff, but the power of the Keys is your parachute and will not let you fall or fail.

I'm so happy to love you.
xxx

'Andsome Mannnn!

2007-10-16T19:17:00.000-07:00

It is finished.

Sam is officially FD.

I know some of you are going to be like, "Who's Sam?" and other's might be like, "Oh yea, that hot security guy? And then some more will be like, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sam, yea, the guy that likes his shorts cause he can do high kicks.." :P

Sam, I'm so proud of you. When we voted you in, I wanted to run to the other house and burst into the room and whoop and yell rejoicings at you, I know how long you've been waiting and how much rejoining meant to you...you've come a crazy long way, and I'm so proud of your progess.

Thank you so much for being close...even when I'm such a meanie. I love you like spicy stuff.

...Paper, rock, scissors?

xxx

Walking again...

2007-10-13T19:02:00.000-07:00

It's funny how most everything for me is done by inspiration, and I just didn't feel like posting. So much going on in real life, it seems posting is kind of dull. But new notebooks and good quotes hit that thought right out of my head, and-after all- He said I should.

It's getting cold...the white house is alil' more than nippy, so I've adopted the couch again. Along with C'mas music. :D. I've been told it's a tad early, but there's something about Christmas carols that feel good. But that's nothing compared to fried rice twice in one day! "Hardscore"!

Thanksgiving was on Monday, Lain got turkey 3 nights in a row...sleep good and sound all 3 nights too. I've got alot to be thankful for, sometimes it's just alil' hard to write them all out.

In other news, Dav, Cha, Marie, and Adrian have left for about 3 weeks...Dav's actually gone till C'mas, man, I miss that one...with all her ITA-ing. Don't be gone long, I need someone to distract me already.

A pic of the Davs and I.

Cec's last night with us. Probably about 3:00 in the A.M.

Hola, me nombres-Dora.. I loved her first.

Ending thought:

"It's difficult to wisely judge others' feelings, motives or desires. It takes supernatural insight--and you gain that insight by looking at others through the eyes of love, hoping for the best, looking for the good."

If you haven't read "The Day of Renewal" in awhile or ever, I strongly suggest you do...it hit core for me.

See you soon. xxx

Setti Betty.

2007-09-24T19:09:00.000-07:00

Hi my Love. I told you I'd post about you. I love you, you know? So much.

Thanks for being around for me. To listen to me when I ramble on about ACs and KTs and how hungry I am.

Thanks for singing with me, I love your voice...even if Leila has trials about it.

Thanks for making me delish food on Sundays, I think we'd be a great couple...I'll wash the dishes, and you can do the cooking. But you'd have to add lots of red peppers.

Thanks for being there to kick the ball in the goal when I miss, you always make my flukes look intentional.

Thanks for reminding me about healthy living, even if I don't always listen. Someday I'll be hot, and it'll all be cause of you.

Thanks for taking down the laundry, I'd have no clothes to wear if you didn't.

Thanks for being unassuming, and listening when I needed you to. If you were assuming I'd be dead...way back in the day.

Thanks for just being Betty. I love her so much and I need her.

"You're Irreplaceable.." Amen? xxx

That virgo.

2007-09-16T11:43:00.000-07:00

Basically, I'm here to tell the world it's Seb's birthday and I love him...rain, snow, or shine. I don't know if I've ever thanked you for all that you give to me or how much you mean to me. So..here's alil' of Lain's heart, don't laugh.

1. I love it when you're happy and laughing, it makes my heart smile.

2. I love doing dishes with you. We always get to have some home shaking rendition of Michael's songs, or some interesting conversation on how the world has changed in only one generation.

3. When you make your eyes REEEEEEEEEALLY big when you're trying to tell me about some random chord or scale, and I never get it.

4. How you help me with this music business. I like learning from you, even if you're totally over my head, when I get something I feel so powerful. :)

5. The way you hang out with the mini's...it's caring and sharing, and I want you to know I see it and appreciate it.

Sebastian Fisher, Happy Birthday. I love you. Thanks for being part of our home and my life. xxx

News from afar.

2007-09-09T13:53:00.000-07:00

Heartbreaker, I tell you, HEART-BREAKER!!

Just gotta love him.

I received some love from the jungles of Romania, and I just had to share it! Dre IS alive! Miss that boy. Yes we do. Praying for you and wishing you were here. xxx

Love you mucho.

P.S. The last pic has nothing to do with Romania, but just had to add the special touch. :) From the Milestones night.

Good Morning!

2007-09-02T20:58:00.000-07:00

Well, Hey there. xxx
Someone reminded me of this here baby the other day...made me feel all warm and toasty kidda that they read it.
Summer's over boys and girls, I'm pretty excited. There's nothing like new school books and first aid classes to stoke up a Stirling.

Cept alil' CanRock never hurt anyone either...I know it made me smile.

Marky and Me
I miss you Foo'.
Entire Cast for Mime Skit.
.."I'm going to trrrrrriiiiip"
One more time?

Happy Cooks...Smile Smushies!

Food line. Subgee anyone?
Holy Ghost Sample at the Lake Shore
Happy Campers. Thanks for coming up...Hope you enjoyed Canadia.I thought it wouldn't work. Not enough time, not enough personnel, not enough finances, not enough bathrooms....Thankfully the Lord knew better, and as such my faith has sucessfully grown from mustard seed to mango. :p

TYJ for pioneers.

"Long Haired Sk8er Boy"

2007-08-12T15:15:00.000-07:00

Ok so...I'm pretty much thinking it was yesterday, yes?

I know you told me the 12th, or the 11th...I just don't remember which. You can be angry, it's ok. It's not like you're seeing this on your birthday anyways, gesh. Oh, and the title's Kev's by the way..teeheee.

Happy Birthday Andre...I hope you're having a good one, complete with the whole package.

That means cake AND ice cream. Deliverys should be ontime. :) It's the only pic I have of you that's showing some kind of character..well, the right one anyways. :P

Ok, now onto the more noble postings..heh. Basically, I'm so glad I got to meet you this year...I know we said Hi to each other at the other W.S.s but that doesn't really count.

I admire you in alot of ways, and your sample of dedication makes me want to stay close too.

You can always make me happy even when Ive gotten like 4 hours of sleep and am cramped up in a closet talking to you about digging and sushi...about 3/4th of the time on the phone is laughing, I'm sure.

I miss you, Happy Birthday.

xxx

P.S. Just alil' inside joke...

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:14:13 PM): what's that thing called that you skate down?

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:14:22 PM): you know when you're at the top

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:14:27 PM): then you skate down it

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:31 PM): a ramp?

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:32 PM): hahaha

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:35 PM): hahahahahaha

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:37 PM): lol

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:38 PM): hahah

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:14:41 PM): hahaha?

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:41 PM): lol

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:42 PM): hahaha

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:45 PM): a RAMP!

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:46 PM): hahaha

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:14:47 PM): what are you laughing at

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:50 PM): you

Andre (6/25/2007 11:14:53 PM): hhaha

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:14:59 PM): haha

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:00 PM): whats that thing called!

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:01 PM): hahah

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:15:03 PM): stop it

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:06 PM): haha

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:15:07 PM): stooooppp

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:10 PM): oh to good

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:10 PM): hahaha

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:15:14 PM): well

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:14 PM): hah

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:15:22 PM): I'm glad YOU got a kick outta that

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:27 PM): yes lainey it's a ramp

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:34 PM): hah

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:38 PM): that made my night

Andre (6/25/2007 11:15:44 PM): a good stomach work out

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:15:52 PM): haha

Lainz S (6/25/2007 11:16:07 PM): stop laughing

:) Heh, I WILL skate someday..just you wait and see. I won't even break any bones.

Humble Pie.

2007-08-10T17:26:00.000-07:00

Have you ever wanted to say something to someone so bad, but your pride held you back?

Maybe it was an apology, a confession of your mistreatment...or maybe just "I love you" at the end of your conversation. But because of your pride keeping your mouth shut, you left it at that.

Don't ever do it.

Never leave something good inside because of your pride. Never leave with "I'm sorry" unsaid. Pry your mouth open and say it. Eat that pie. Just give. Loving never loses.

"The biggest need of all that's being satisfied is your own need. You're created to be a being of love, a loving person, and in giving that love you are filling your own needs even more than you are those of others. Withholding love makes you the biggest loser, not others."
(Word Comp on Loving Impartially)

C'mon Lain, let go of your pride. Just say it.

xxx

Couple New Ones.

2007-08-07T20:29:00.000-07:00

It's a son!

BBQ we had acouple weeks back
How's aboot a tiss?
Check these babies. There goes my neck.
A day at the beach, thank you Jesus for spontaneousnessI scrounged around trying to find some pics of interest, there aren't so many...but I needed to post so here they are. Try it, you just might like it.

Absense makes me grow fonder, so hurry on home already.

xxx

P.S. It's nice to be nice, and comment.

Freenights...

2007-08-05T19:21:00.001-07:00

Okay, so tonight's the night for looooooooove.

Just kidding. I need to find something to do. The first is defintely not an option, esp. with this new 2 year plan, so something else needs to suffice.

I always have such grand plans for my freedays, but something always comes up, or goes down, and it plays out differently than I'd originally hoped. I'm so accomplishment oriented, it's a curse for true.

I got to dress up like a clown today, ended up looking abit emo with my hard core makeup...and then the red full skirt sorta gave it a Mrs. farmer friendly touch too. Heh, the kids liked it...sorta.

Rawmen..*cough* I mean ramen....sounds like it's in the bag for tonight.

Gotta go find that Sam, he's looking for a movie.

I'm feeling chick flickish.

Poor guy.

I'll find some time to blog tomorrow...some good pics coming your way.

Ending thought:

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it was never meant to be. We do not possess anything in this world, least of all people.

Amen? Amen. xxx

I'm sorry.

2007-08-04T12:20:00.000-07:00

I'll do better next time.

Delinquent Blogger.

2007-07-31T12:30:00.000-07:00

Laptop? Check.

Fan? Check.

Munchies? Check.

Sweet sweet tunes? Check.

Latest picatures? ...Crap.

I haven't gotten ahold of the OC camp ones yet, or the weekend escapades either. Basically I'm just a failure. But a happy failure at that, life doesn't get a whole lot sweeter than fans and rasberry yogurt for me. I'm thankful.

What's better than milk(alot of things), more handy than peanut butter, and yummier than ice cream? :D PTL for Yoplait, amen?

I'm going to try to get ahold of the new picatures ASAP, but untill then I'll keep singing and you get some old ones. :D Here's one of Logan's birthday party, we scored some nice pics, and the cake was to die for...it was bordering a rice feel to it.

And he thinks he can get away with pimpin....that Jonny, We've all got on these randomly generated faces, I think it was too much bum flattening, this was on the way to W.S.

Catch me? When I was young and daring...The princess moves hadn't settled in yet. Good Lord. I actually jumped. And landed. Heh, I suppose that's the important part. Happy days.

That's pretty much all the picatures I can muster up without permission, I'm a good girl I am.

4 Minutes to be in bed.

Keep me posted, don't go broken arrow prematurely.

I love you, you know?

xxx

OC/MC camp.

2007-07-22T09:57:00.000-07:00

It's been a good week. I'm happy.

1. CAT test scores came in.
2. Talked to you.
3. Prayer day.
4. New SPH.
5. Tried out the music container.
6. Planned a class.
7. Scored some really good popcorn twice.
8. Had a fun party
9. Went to Ikea for breakfast in PJs and "panther slippers", and yes I left the ride.
10. Got a massage(by faith!...being proactive here)

"Count your blessings name them one by one...and it will surprise you what the Lord has done."

xxx

Leila, Joy, SHIMI!

2007-07-22T09:32:00.000-07:00

I promised this certain brownie that I'd post on her birthday, but amidst such things as class planning, prayer days, and fighting off another brownie, I couldn't.

So Princess, this post is for you. I miss you.

L=Lovingly loveable

E=Excitable

I=Insightful

L=Lucious

A=Adorable

xxx--Babylains

FDTP-Robber and a Thief.

2007-07-13T18:44:00.000-07:00

Basically my Leila and Ceci are going to this training business too.

I suppose it's good, I mean..gesh I certainly HOPE so! One whole month without Lain is not too healthy otherwise. Unless substituted with something else. Remmehemmhem.

Be good girls, please learn something other than how to hand wash laundry and run from Mexicana boys. I shall miss you. Tenderly. Just I won't miss that "I" word. Good Lord.

Renember to be faithful Shiner girls, and delivery girls too. I love you so much much.

xxx

Lessons for Lain.

2007-07-05T15:36:00.001-07:00

Some new things I've learned(and reiterated) this week:

1. I love my Jetts.

2. It's never too late to say sorry.

3. Making dinner when the electricity is off is a feat.

4. I have wonderful presents.

5. Never go to sleep angry.

6. Never sleep in an vacant bed that is not yours.
7. First reactions are usually not the best ones.

8. I don't have such a good memory.

9. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and definetly forgetful.

10. Positiveness makes everything better.

Amen? xxx

Toronto Island Weekend.

2007-07-04T18:44:00.000-07:00

Hello, good morning!

I finally got the picatures from my home members. Such a fight. But PTL, good always triumps in the end.

Last Sunday our whole home(and a few extras) took an outing to Toronto Island...we planned to do the sort of stuff you do on the beach, swim, tan, burn-all that stuff. But we pretty much picked the coldest day in the last month or so, hence the sweaters and jackets that aren't so typical of beachy clothing.

We got to do some boating, mini golfing, volleyballing, ice-cream eating, animal petting, footballing, children watching...and abit more.

Some of us girlses before the boating bit, and our wild volleyball game.

Cyclops and Sam.

Roar....

Frank, Betty, and I were a canoeing team, totally schooled the rest of them, I was praying really hard that we wouldn't capsize...Betty and her excellent rowing skills, "Lemme just lean over the edge for a second..."

Disclaimer on Lake Ontario: though it has claims as the second or third largest freshwater lake in the world...uh, whatever. Anything but fresh..."Would you like alil' water with those goose, duck, and polar bear droppings?"

"Look at me, listen too..when I love you it means God loves you...oh oh, I'M THE LOG FOR YOU!"

Sorry, couldn't resist, he's going FF on the camera. And I'm there, looking at Setti probably.

Smile..we're pimpin'.

All in all, it was fun and great to go out together as a home. Next time we'll just pick a sunnyer day, and remember to bring more than just betti/setti lunch. :P

I think I like volleyball, we should play more. Except skip the sand in the crack part. Groooosssssss.

Post for the WB Girls.

2007-06-29T21:12:00.000-07:00

I'm not sleeping with my girls again tonight, but I wanted to make sure they had some bedtime kisses.

Leila, don't jump on your bed to quickly...renember the squeaks.

Tasha, share your fan. The Lord will multiply the breeze.

Niney, don't eat too many cheerios, they aren't as good for you as the box says they are.

Setti, don't even say that you miss me cause you ALWAYS find replacements.

Girls, I love you. Sleep tight, we have a big weekend ahead of us.

Well. Some of us anyways.

xxx

Post 2 hour naps.

2007-06-26T20:40:00.000-07:00

Someone just sent this to me...
It's my babyest brother.
I like kids.
I think I'll make some soon.
I hear they make your life simple.
Focus all goes to just one or 2 instead of a stateful.
Yep.
It's settled.

I took a 2 hour nap today that's really making me pay right now. I never take naps, but I did because my body finally freaked out after about a week and 1/2 of 5-6 hour sleep nights.

I wonder why. Cough...cough.

I'm not tired, but I should be. And this Stem guy is turning my key right about NOW.

We had a 2 hour meeting tonight, now that's pretty long for our home, we can usually do it in 1 hour or 11/2. I had the computer on my lap and was taking notes, occasioanally yelling out a "We have 18 more points to cover guys!" Met with glances and ignored.

Gosh, home secretary for nothing. Gesh.

6'00 comes rather early these days, maybe I should try the sleeping thing.
Good night ones, good night, sleep tight(and as one would so acturately put it) "and right!"

P.S. And it DOES get hot here Mr.! I'm sitting in front of the fan on full blast, and I'm not pleased with the way I don't have to crawl under my sheet.

PPS. TYJ for ramen, and hungry males who follow their stomachs...and bring some along for mine.

My Nag.

2007-06-22T19:52:00.000-07:00

Pretty much good, no?

Yea.
She's mine.

And it's her birthday too.
Today.

I met her when she was 11, or maybe even 10. Not exactly sure. I live with her now, and I'm pretty happy with her. She's a fellow rice lover, comfy sock wearer, peanut butter fan(needs some prayer over that one),
the best movie watching partner, and funnest sing alonger.

I love her cheeks, her laugh, her lips, her toes, pretty much the whole package. She's caring, loveable, and super hugable.
No body's gonna love you better, amen?

Happy Birthday My favorite Dinobaby, Natasha, Nag, Tashi, hunnybun. I care about you more than I could show or tell, and I need you too. Lain means that.

1 Bark, 2 Yips, and a Woof= I love you. xxx

Take two.

2007-06-22T15:15:00.000-07:00

See, told you I'd be back. :)

Shiner girl.

One of the main reasons I started this post again was so that I post picatures of mostly everything, picture sharing with 5 people at a time is so not advised. Thank you Jesus for blogs, amen?

Okay, those who know Dre know where he's going, and for those of you who don't he's leaving for greener pastuers, specifically Romania...where he won't be coming back from till he's "mated and offspringed".

Sounds kinky.

I've known Dre for 31/2 years, and during that amount of time we never really got to do much together, being that he lived in Texas for the majority of that time. Last night he took us 3 girls, myself, Leila, and Ceci to dinner, and we pretty much had the night of our lives.

Ahem. Take that mind out of the gutter.

As they say, a pictures worth a thousand words, and my Lain brain is pretty much blank on an explanation for these pics. Most of them anway.

Starts off--Belated birthday gift for Cec, surprise and everything. Whatta mancub. I don't know why I'm laughing, maybe it was the utterly sincere look Dre's giving Cec, or maybe it's the fact we staged the shot cause we missed it the first time. :P.

We were at lingere store, notice the maniquins. :)

Dinner time at Milestone's--

We ordered Steak, Fish, Ribs, and Asian Chicken. AND then desert.

What the HECK.

Apparently it wasn't enough for SOME people.

The
Matching
Shirts.

It started with green thongs(green?!), now tee-shirts, what's next? Redheads?!
And it's all "for memory's sake Lain.." What's a Lain to do?
Oh Lord. Money or memories? They ALWAYS get me on that one.
The Matching thongs.

Guys, I love you so much. Brownies or not. Dre, we're gonna miss you so much. You and your chin high pants and "ya'lls". Hey, it grew on us. I super hope you find what you're looking for, come back soon with that wife. I mean it. I'm gonna put you on my "Overseas Missionary Friends Prayerlist".;)

All the Lain lovin'. xxx

"Everyone needs someone..to be close to..we love you--uuuu."

PEP team is home tonight. YEY! It's been a super duper week.
But sleep is nice too.

2007-06-20T15:52:00.000-07:00

Pee-ka-boo. And she's back.

Basically my inspiration never stays for as long as I hope it will. LHM.

I really enjoy blogs I just can't seem to keep up my own.

But what's that saying about succeeding? Try and try and try again or something? Yea, that's it.

Ok, It's mainly cause I want to be just like you when I grow up. :)

Not gonna do the whole intro this time of what I've been doing for the last 6 months, cause that got us nowhere last time. Heh. Besides back to square one. And it's pretty irrevelant. Cause apparently this is the first day of the rest of my life, amen?

All in all, I'm home alone with the babies, a good 5 members of our home went to the PEP, and that leaves Auntie Lainey with the younger 4.

I feel like a mother, it's great!

There's something fulfilling about parent times and united meals, it feels good to touch something other than a keyboard sometimes. (I'm gonna be eating my words in about 5 seconds) All the messes and no free time makes me thankful for those ones who care for me so darn well.

I forgot about the laundry. eeek.

I promise there will be more to this blog than the last 2 attempts, boys and girls. I am convicted.

I miss you. Yea, you. xxx

2007-02-01T06:28:00.000-08:00

Oh hi, I'm back, now and then, to post and make the world a Ceci-er place.

Here's one picture, that's my dad's relations and me.

More to come.

Feasting.

2007-01-30T13:24:00.000-08:00

I've tried uploading a ton of pics, and the window just keeps closing on me. I feel like the first green one in the song "Two Frogs".

Shel sent me this pic the other day and I super liked it: It's us, Rossi, and Sharon when I was at the Fiesta last summer. I think we were looking at pics of Eurock and that's why the girls look as estatic as they do.
I don't have that good of an excuse, I probably just got a good phone call...or something.

I'm starting my Feast tonight. We're having 5 days, with one day as a work day then the other 4 off. Tomorrow's my day, and I get to have loving Word with the Jetts.

Stoked.

It's always to good to get more than 2 hours to marinate in the good stuff.

It's getting too cold...winter finally decided to kick in in Febuary, so we've got a foot or so of snow between the houses. I can't handle layers...never could. I think it's a Flip thing.

I've been craving Sushi the last week. We went shopping for gorceries today, and I think at every single row of shops we stopped there was a Sushi restaurant. I ran in 3 of them and got the take out menu just so I could look at the pictures in the car. Wild.

The fact that we've been eating potatoes the past several days explains it all.

Even so, come quickly Lord Jesus.

Will see you after the Feast, hopefully I'll get this computer working and be able to post more pics.

xxx

Lost.

2007-01-26T18:48:00.000-08:00

I looked over a few blogs, Cec's for example, and on her 1st post she introduces the world to her fish. Woah.

That's alil' too intimite for me.

I think I'll just start with some pics.

Yea. That's it.

New Strings

2007-01-25T18:08:00.000-08:00

I was thinking today about this blog.

It's really quite useless, I haven't posted since April.

I think I'm going to start again...

Hopefully this time my inspiration will last longer than last time.

After all, I'm all brand new...not to mention the only one left.

" I miss you... you're far away for far too long"

Oh Cec, I have your green AND blue socks.

Don't ask me why.

Off to the fair, off to the fair, off to the fair we go!

2006-04-25T06:43:00.000-07:00

"You're right, I haven't...I suppose now is as good a time as any...but where to start?"

Less than 2 weeks till I'll be squished for 4 days between 27 sweaty bodies.

Less than 2 weeks till I'll be singing along to tunes of, "Who is the land for the sun and the sand for.."

Less than 2 weeks till I'll be coasting along toward lands of free love and hot humid weather.

AND...less than 2 weeks till my misuwagei will be bidded out...(heh, just joking..it's not up for bids)

I will try to keep a log of some sort...I suceeded in doing so last year..although the contents therein are now completely foreign(it's what happens to some when there is a male touch overload). :D

Oh oh, and we're doing a roadtrip on the way back up...THAT should be slinking....

Rainy days

2006-04-03T13:57:00.000-07:00

THE BABY TURNED! It took some people(not to mention any names...DAVIDA...)aboot 5 mins to register it...but hey, prayer IS powerful, and I'm gonna be a happy parent soon, I mean sister.

Whoa.....ok when I said I'd be posting I didn't mean OFTEN...

Ahem, it's a new month and the sun is shining...not really but ok(I contemplated singing "singing in the rain" in the rain today......but the lack of clothes held me back...that's a first)

Only one month till W.S. and only $2000 left to go.

Okay, let's be positive here, we made it to the last 2, so come hell and....cough..other things, we're gonna make it.

Besides...I've got a bet to win.

Anything else?

2006-03-20T18:50:00.000-08:00

The new week has started....and with it changes AGAIN come to A. Lainey.

Marcos is here for a week....I mean not here here...at Cec's(Prasie the Lord....I'M JUST KIDDING!!)
He's the best ice-skater, street frolicing partner, cec sharer...I MEAN...ahem, did I say best ice-skater?

Seboobs it also planning the Lain raid soon...Wednesday to be exact.

I can believe I actually have time to post.

Anyone up for Cec's misuwagei?

2006-03-10T18:15:00.000-08:00

".....Can you feel the love tonight..."

I just got back from my weekly planet expanding class....heh, and I sound like a GUY.

My teacher is awesome...when I marry(WHEN I marry), I have to marry a Russian.

I tried to make fried moodles for dinner...I overcooked the chicken, screwed(up) the moodles, burned the garlic(not recommended), and we didn't even have soy sauce...WHERE IS SHEL WHEN YOU NEED HER?

Oh, I forgot...she's getting UDDERED in Texas........

2006-03-09T07:54:00.000-08:00

L-A-I-N-E-Y! Llllllllainey!

Ahem...welcome to the world of the Humped Wump.

So after many attempts at glory....it's a girl!

I hope you have as much fun reading my blog as I'll have posting.

I want a one-humped Gump.

Mmm, and I got the munchies REAL bad!