If there is anyone out there who actually reads this, I apologize for being so lax in my posting. All I have to say is that Qwest is not my favorite phone company right now. Their “spirit of service” may need an exorcist!
I called to order our new DSL modem and they transfered me over to repair. I waited on hold for like 15 minutes. The repair lady hounded me about what was wrong with our modem. I told her that it died and I want a new one. She said, “Well, we just don’t send new ones out.” And I asked why I can’t just buy a new one. Turns out that I needed to talk to the ORIGINAL PERSON I TALKED TO before I waited on hold for FIFTEEN MINUTES!!!
So when I got back to him, he told me that they only lease modems out to new customers, not exsisting ones who have been paying $88 a month for the last two years. By that time, I was too mad to want to give them anymore of my business that I just told him to forget it and that I would buy a modem from someone else.

Unfortunatly, a modem would cost more from someone else, so I’m sadly off to bite the bullet and call the stupid Qwest guy back.

On Friday, our DSL modem went down, so I am suffering through posting this on dial up. Dial up is so awful, I don’t know how anyone does it. It’s pure torture. On top of having to use dial up, I also have to surf from the kitchen at Eden’s little table because there is no phone line by my computer. Feel my pain as I suffer.

Today I told Eden to tell Jim “happy fathers day.” She was telling him happy fathers day and then she told me happy fathers day. I think that she doesn’t know what “father” means, so I told her that it is happy daddys day and she said “No, it’s happy Edens day.”

She is so funny.

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check out these cool purses made out of duct tape, amazing!

I have finished some new projects which I posted on the projects page. Here is a pic of the bag I made for Eden. I really enjoyed making it, it was so simple and it only took me one day! If you’re interested in directions on how to make it, email me and I can try and tell you how I did it!

It’s been about a month now since Greg and Mia left for North Carolina. They were the Praise and Worship pastors at our church. In that time, Jim has filled in for them. Last week, we found out that our Pastor has pretty much decided on the person that would take over Greg’s position. Yesterday he led praise and worship and our pastor decided that he is the one.

It seems to me that this guy will be fine. Musically he seems really talented, his style is not quite what I’m used to but its fine. A year ago he was the p&w pastor at a very big church in our town. For reasons I do not know, he left that church and moved to Dallas. Now he’s back and tons of people from that other church are thrilled. Sunday at church, I felt that I was not at my own church. It’s funny how one person can change the tone of a whole church. People who had been silently going to church for months were cheering. It changed the tone of our church so much that I felt that I was at that other church. (Now that other church seems to be a great church, but I like my church. I don’t want to go to the other church. If I did, that’s where I would be.) I have no problem with people getting all into church, none at all. I just have a problem with people doing it because of a person. But, like Jim said, that makes the problem with the people in our church not with the guy.

I think the reason the whole thing is so upsetting to me is that we have gone to our church for a year and a half and I have yet to feel a sense of belonging there. We haven’t tried as hard as we could to fit in, although we have tried. It just seems like there is this impenetrable inner group. Feeling like I went to a totally different church last Sunday doesn’t help that feeling.

I just liked the way things were before Greg and Mia left. I wish they hadn’t. I’m really sad.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about taking a break from my forum. After a 7 day break, I decided to go back. The withdrawls were killing me! The reason that I decided to go back was all the nice private messages and emails I received while I was gone. I realize that I can be the voice of the minority. And that, while more conservative views may be harder for some of those girls to accept, they should still be tollerated.
I will from now on, make sure that if I am going to post in the more controversial threads I only state my point and move on and I only make a point at all if it is really important to me.

Last night I displayed my awsome photoshopping skills in a thread that our resident troll was snarking up.

She (the troll) proceded to be really mean back to me. All the girls were so nice, sticking up for me and sending me messages.

I feel bad for the troll. She has nothing better to do than just be plain mean and rude. One thing I just keep thinking is: “Hurting people hurt people.” She probably has no friends and doesn’t know how to make friends so she spews the hurt she has inside onto others. Misery loves company, I guess.

Anyway, I’m glad to be back. The troll situation has proved to me that I do have friends there.

While eating waffles today, Eden asked for another awful.

Jim and I are helping out with our church youth group. Last night they had food olympics. A few of the activities included:
*Passing life savers between straws, no hands! It was really hard.
*The classic chubby bunny.
*Donut on a rope, one partner, with eyes closed, held a string with the donut and the other laid on the floor and tried to eat it.
*Guess the flavor, baby food.
*Stinky twinkie. The cream was removed and replaced with things like tabasco, tuna and mustard.
* Balloon toss, balloons filled with things like pickle juice and eggs.

It was quite the funny and somewhat gagging night.

Honor seems to have come down with an ear infection, poor baby. You would not believe the amount of snot that can come out of such a small kid. I wipe a nose about every 3.5 minutes. I feel bad for him, we just thought he was feeling bad because of his two top teeth that came in late last week.
Eden learned how to pick her nose yesterday, but after she gets the booger on her finger, she doesn’t know what to do with it. Oh, the freak out that ensues after she gets that booger on her finger!!!! I was driving the car, trying to find a kleenex or napkin or wipe or something, that she could wipe her booger on, all the while she was freaking out that there was a booger on her finger. And! she can’t use the same kleenex twice for her boogers, Nope, she has to have a whole new one for each booger.

The one good thing about Eden becoming more booger-aware is that there are less boogers wiped on her sleeves. Now she just comes up to me whining, “I have boogers.” She knows where the kleenex are and how to use them, I guess she needs to announce it before taking care of it.

I’d like to write more, but I have to go wipe a nose.

Today has been such crazy day! The wonderful children woke us up at 6 am. Yup 6 am! Honor went back to sleep after nursing, but Eden was up and roaring to watch a woobie and drink some juice. At 8 Jim woke me back up out of a dead sleep and I had to hurry and get some clothes on and take him to church. Now that we are worship leader-less, Jim has taken on a whole bunch of responsibilities and had to be there early.

After droping him off we started off for home and I decided to stop by walmart to pick up some ingredents for pasta salad for the picnic later after church. Eden was still in her red, white and blue jammys and she got called a boy, but I am getting over it.

When we got home, Honor had to eat and Eden finished her Elmo video she started earlier. I tried to get ready as fast as I could while cooking noodles and listening to a screaming-fit-baby. We all surprisingly got out the door on time and made it to church before the first service was even out. This gave me time to feed Honor again.

Church went well, the music sounded really good and I wasn’t nervous singing, which I thought I would be. We then rushed home where I finished my pasta salad, got changed and packed back into the car. With two stops for gas and drinks respectively, we made it to the “kite day” picnic.

I recieved several compliments on the pasta salad and there wasn’t much left to bring home. Eden had fun playing with Alannah at the park and Honor liked to swing. Alannah is much braver than Eden on the play ground, I think that Eden inherited some of my claustrophobia because she gets all freaked out in the tube slides.

Jim cannot fly a kite. At least the $2.99 Alien one from Rite Aid. But it did do some interesting nose dives. The funniest part of the day was when Jim took off running, trying to get the kite in the air with Honor jiggling in the backpack. Somebodys Barbie kite got tangled up with ours and a dog got ahold of it and drug it off.

Everybody is now naping and I think I will take the peaceful opportunity to knit.

I have recently decided to take a break from the forum that I post on. (Names have been changed to protect the…. whatever.) It’s funny how people I don’t even know have the power to hurt me! What kind of baby am I? That I get hurt by “words on a screen.”
It just makes me feel alone.
My mom always said that it seems like the one thing you truly want in life is the one thing that you never get. For me that one thing is a really, really good friend. I do have one good friend, but she has a very demanding job and a family and it is understandable that I am not #1 on her priority list. I just want someone who I can go to when I am sad or having a hard time. Someone who I can let know the deep secrets of my heart. While Jim is most of that to me, he is a boy and compassion is definetly not his strong suit.
I think that is why the girls on my forum have hurt me. I have always wanted a group of friends. I have always wanted to be the odd man in, not out.
When I was little and we first moved into our neighborhood, I rode my bike around asking all the girls my age if they would be my friend. I still vividly remember the girl at the end of the street telling me that she would think about it. The next day I rode over there to get her decision and the answer was no. That pretty much sums up the course of my friendships.
Last night I went with Jim the the church for P&W practice (I am singing Sunday) and as I sat there with the 3 other girls, I felt totally out of place. They were twittering among themsleves and I had nothing to say. I hate that I am unfriendly. But it’s not like I start out to be unfriendly, I just have nothing to say. I think I am shy-er than I think I am.
I hate having flash backs to my more awkward high school years. Always thinking, I want to be friends with them, but I don’t know how. I just don’t know how.

Wahh, Wahh. You’d think it was that time of the month or something!