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My brain is passing airs

Today is Saturday. I want so desperately to blog, but I don't want to write a book, nor do I have anything specific to write about.  Just a bunch of thoughts buzzing around my head.

Things like...I really really love the rapper KB that our friends Clint and Rachel introduced us to. 


Some SOLID rappin' skillz there and the lyrics run deep.  The beat is also pretty rockin'...but...here's a question...is it wrong to "get down" to christian music in the privacy of your own home?  I almost feel sacrilegious...Or would it be worse to dance to secular music?  Please don't tell me not to dance at all....I'm bouncin' in my chair as I sit here typing just thinking about music...

Also, as I sit here typing, I have been indulging in these:
Although I have to say I wish there were actually the gelato that was once in the container, these ghirardelli chocolate chips (dark) are uh-mazing!

I wish the month of September didn't look like this: 

Ahhh! craziness!  I haven't even finished putting everything in yet....(blurred so the world won't know where we'll be every waking minute of our lives...you know...the world of car thieves and such...)

Loving the body at IDC Raleigh and doing life with them.  Enjoying the new relationships and being challenged by watching Christ work in my brothers and sister's lives. 


Israel is napping now...poor dear conked out.  That's why I'm getting to blog and put up silly pictures for you.  Poor guy has been having a rough time with teething lately.  I feel for him....he feels for him too apparently:  (Old picture but he can still make this face!!)

I love LOVE the pulse.me app on the iphone. I can keep up with so many different blogs and it's all in one place!  Thank you Joshua, for helping me set that up.

So. this is random but...I am a mutt. A nationality mutt anyway.  While I have the stereotypical looks or likes of all the different places I represent, I think that I should have been born brown.  My Indian friends used to make fun of me, especially one girl.  *coughChristycough* I just love everything about the Indian culture.  It all started when the first Indian I'd ever noticed was "loitering" around my neighbor's house (ok, I probably had another word for "loitering" as a child but whateves...) and I told my neighbor she should be careful.  My neighbor then informed me that it was her good friend from India visiting, and that I should come in and meet him.  I did, and after becoming pen pals (remember those days?) with his 2 sons, it was love for all things Indian.  Food, dress, look of the people, everything.  Here is a picture of me fitting in super well at an Eastern Indian Christian Orthodox Church.  (I think I got that right?):


Here is the first Picture I believe I ever had with Joshua...and it was a photo bomb ala Josh. It was also the first even he invited me to, and the first time I think I realized he had interest in me. Pretty sure he wasn't aware yet how bad he had it ;)




I miss my family.  My crazy wonderful family:
Ok.  So I know by now, You have got to be wondering how in the WORLD all of this could possibly tie into a neat little post title...I don't know that it can...nor was it meant to.  I suppose I could call it something stupid like:  "my brain is passing airs"....hmm.   yeah.  I kinda like that.  cool.  That's my title.  I am going to go enter it in and push "publish"....because you wanted to know that. Thank you, and good day.  :)

P.S.  I think you should know, that I have only had one serving of caffeine today, so you can't blame this post on that...I'm typing off da crazy juice, yo!



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