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Name: Annie
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Birthday: 10/7/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: A little of it all... but mostly God, people and traveling everywhere - to see more of the first two (God and people).
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  mk2alb
Yahoo:  mk2alb
Member Since:
9/3/2005
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| "My Rules" By Shel Silverstein If you want to marry me, here's what you have to do:
You must learn how to make perfect chicken-dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
And develop a knack for scratching my back,
And keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves,
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk... and be still when I talk,
And - hey - where are you going?
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All that prep. All the years of knowing that this day would come - and I still can't believe it. My brother is married. Trey is married. Still doesn't seem real.
The wedding was beautiful. Wonderful. Thank you to everyone that came. We had people from everywhere - BFAers, MKs, home church, childhood friends, family. It was priceless. And of course the bride was beautiful and Trey was grinning like a little kid the whole time.
Congrats to Trey and Lindsey. Love you both...
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| Let me tell you something: God is so cool. Every time I turn around, He just blesses me! I am balancing work and school and somewhat of a social life on occasion. At the midpoint through the semester, I look back in wonder at all that has happened in the past few weeks. Then I look ahead... and wow! The wedding will be here before you know it, for one thing. Another semester will be done. I will be looking at moving off campus. And praise the Lord for that! It looks like I am going to be able to get an apartment or house or something in the near future. (So if anyone knows of anything around campus, let me know!) I met someone at XA today that knew my mom and a lot of my MK friends. Kinda made me flash back. Not many people here (as in none) know about that part of me, or that part of my life. So what those two world collide (even if it was only in my head) it throws me off balance. I have been thinking about this lately. I know I am who I am because of the collection of all my past experiences, but I think I have my life compartmentalized into time periods and countries. When something happens to mix those compartments up, I get confused. I don't know who I am anymore. I know this all seems a little dramatic from meeting someone who knows some missionaries, but it's the point that I am getting at. I don't try to be different people, I am not trying to disguise myself or anything, its just different parts of my life relate to different groups of people. Does any of this make sense? Is it okay? More importantly, is this part of me, the one that I am in this time in my life, please my Creator? Okay, I think I am just rambling in cyber space now. Does anyone still read this anymore? For some reason putting unanswerable questions out in space appeals to me, though. Maybe I'm just not quite normal. =) Hm. Thanks for listening. I feel better now... =) | | |
| Every day strange things happen to me. I don't usually share, because if I wrote about all the things that I laughed at in any one given day, well, I would just spend a lot of time writing. =) But today was full of humor. Teachers and fellow students that I laughed "with" to avoid crying. Almost getting run over multiple times, obsessing over food with Kate, The Seminar topic that won was "Moobs" (Man Boobs). And many other chuckles escaped from me for the mildly funny and bizarre things I encounter here every day.
BUT my day of laughs culminated when after a very full day (4 classes back to back), I made my way through the cold and rain to relax in my room until dinner and TNL. I unlock my door and open it. Looking up - surprise! No bed! I take a step into my room and find my bed - on top of the extra bed on the other side of the room (since I have no roommate I use it as a "couch")! I let out a little squeal of surprise and laughing hysterically (again, what else can I do?) run next door and grab Dianna who is on the phone, and drag her into my room. I can't help but keep laughing by the surprised and confused look on her face. I mean its not every day that I walk into my room and find my beds stacked for no apparent reason. As I am inspecting the situation there is a "Maintenance was here" note of the beds on which "beds bunked" is scrawled. Mkay. Thats kinda obvious. The question remains: WHY?! So I banged on our hall counselor's door, explained the situation, was met by the same confused surprise. We came up with some theories: I think the maintenance got bored and decided to go into a random room (in this case Baker 12) and rearrange it. Just for kicks. Or possibly they just got the wrong room number on their work orders. Maybe someone wanted bunk beds. (although the HC said no requests had been put in... odd, eh?) In any case, it added a little more humor to my day. They have been called to de-bunk my beds. We shall see if that happens in the near future. If not I may be sleeping way up high for a while. Oh well, worse things could happen...
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| It's just a part of being an MK. I am homeless. And yet - I checked into my dorm less than 24 hours ago and I have already made it feel like home. God is so good to me. I have my own room again. No roomate. So I have completely taken over the entire room. =) All my stuff is arranged. My Christmas lights are back up! (yes!=) Pictures of my family are up. TV and Internet are up. Bed is made. Food in the fridge. (not very good food - dieting sucks!) And, of course, Mr. Potato Head is up. Wearing his new outfit he got for Christmas. =)
It's really hard to have to come back here. And yet it's so good to be back. Beware peoples of xanga - I am a ver confused person!
To all of you here - can't wait to see you! To people not here - I miss you. Call me. Or write me. Or heck, just come see me!
Love to all...
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