In a Dry and Weary Land...

It has been a hard day.

Very. Hard.

It started with not being able to get the warm, refeshing shower that is part of my daily routine.

Then I fell down the stairs.  And I hurt all over now; stiff neck, bruised arm.  I banged up my healing finger... and can no longer bend it the way I could without a lot of pain... something I'd worked hard at getting through and now I have to start over.

Birthday Photo Shoot

My dear, darling sister, Jessica, celebrated her birthday this week.  There were smiles, gifts, blueberry pies, family, and friends.  What a fun time.  I must say though, my favorite part was walking around with Jessie taking pictures of her.  What an extremely fun time!  Except walking back home in the afternoon heat... after accidently taking the long way home.  Not as fun. 

I wanted to share these pics with you.  She is such a fun, loving person and I know that God has used her greatly and will continue to do so.  (I apologize for the length of this post... but I couldn't choose favorite pics... trust me, I DID leave out some!)

Mr. Media Man

He takes many forms.  He can be a man in a tight-suit with the big “S” on his chest.  He can sport a cowboy hat and chaps.  He sometimes has a beautiful voice, a perfect animated smolder, and falls for the long-haired princess.  Perhaps he is dashing and serious; the owner of a factory in England.  He may carry a gun.  Or a feather pen and paper.  He may wear a crown.  Or a leather jacket and blue jeans.  He is a poet with dreams.  He is a warrior with conviction.  He is a business man with difficulties.  He is a prince in search of love.  He is a farmer fighting for his land.  He is a punk teenager trying to survive highschool.

He is Mr. Media Man.

And whoever he is… is perfect.

The Promised Pictures...

   Update on my life:  I went to the doctor this morning and my finger is officially healed.  *cheer*  I don't need to wear my splint unless I'm outside working or doing anything "rough".  :-)  It is still very delicate and I need to be careful not to bump it around.  Don't want to rebreak it... no way. 
   So, I start therapy next week, 2-3 times a week for 4 weeks.  Please pray for me, as it really hurt to bend my finger at all.  Call me a big baby, but I was a mess after the Doctor bent my top knuckle this morning.  It HURT!  And I don't do well with pain.  Who does?

   Alright, on a much lighter note... I promised to share some pics that were taken last week before Andrew left.  Well, here they are!  I hope you enjoy them!

Back to School

No, not me.

It seems a lot of people are getting back to school.

Ah, but not me.

Again!

But this year it effects me.

At least more than usual.

What I am Not...

I am not practical all of the time.

But I'm definitely not ditsy.

I'm not an animal lover.

But I'm not willing to let animals be mistreated.

I'm not antisocial.

But I'm not an extrovert either.