your own trap

i'm at a loss.

but You're not at a loss. You know.

i'm just trying to know along with You

"I loved you first. I loved you first"

important things i learned today:

it is wiser to buy basil at Trader Joes than albertsons

wine will always make me sleepy

my mother and i hate tomatoes but today we have fallen madly in love with bruschetta.

for over a year now my mother and i have been telling ourselves and one another that we would sit down and watch Julie and Julia after making bruschetta from scratch and enjoy our day.

today was that day. we did it. it may not sound like much but the task of making my mother watch of movie instead of do something domestic is a challenge. she wants to relax but rest does not always come easy to her. bless her.

any-who!

we made bruschetta and it was so wonderful.

of course watching Julie & Julia made me want to blog like a madwoman... so here i am.

enjoy the goodness... we did.

babies.

bread

kissed with garlic

: )

hello darling

13 and counting

i'll gather you all together and then we'll make our way down the wooden steps that have been in place since the flood. we'll create bases and switch places with those ready to play once we're ready to watch. there will be name calling & taunting because it's expected and blessed. the sun will go down and the moon will come up and we'll finally run in for dinner. smiling as we eat ribs because happiness is meeting us in aptos.

our days will be filled with a constant pot of coffee and trading magazines in the sand. we'll make a impressive line of bikinis and coronas and sooner or later we all get up enough courage to swim in the sandy liquid that calls our name. curse words will be carried on our lips as we try to brace for the cold. we'll stand there laughing. because of the high-pitched screams from the boys.

dark will come again and we'll greet him with our bonfire and sticky faces. ghost stories will be shared and we all know the ending because they were told the year before. the white witch of niles always steals the night. always. we'll make our way in and snuggle in sandy beds as we listen to the yelling of the sandy liquid. we'll return in the morning.

we'll walk on boardwalks and thank our elders for the tickets. like a child we'll run. everywhere. and stand in line for the faithful 3. i'll try to convince others that the haunted house is still fun but we'll have empty pockets by that hour. so we'll make our way to the car and sit in traffic hoping that we'll get home in time to run into the surf. we wont. & thats ok.

this year there will be another one gracing us with her presence. last year she was our berry and this year our baby. this tradition starts for her. and i wonder if it will ever end.

Please Pray.

For Daisy Love

Thats all.

scribbled with respect

I'm not very good at the whole facebook chat thing right after hearing about the terrorist attacks in Kampala.

what am I supposed to say when people ask how I am? and make light of what we all just heard about.

please don't tell me i made it out just in time. I didn't. I wish I was there to help.

give me fire, give me reason

things left to do:

* write 'thank you' notes

*put more flowers in jars

*find a house

*find an occupation

*pray for jojo & mark

*read Thy Word

*Be here, Be all here