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when i was reading my beloved local paper online (oooooo to hold you in my hands and feel you between my fingers and get your ink on my fingers....) i saw this article and LOST it. man, i love the dichotomy of living with amish people that lancaster gives. such a fun place to live...never a dull moment thats for sure!
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i've been praying VERY consistently for over two weeks now that the week leading up to me being home would be "chilly." i asked God for overcast gray skies and highs in the 70s. considering it has been in the 90s since late oct and its our summer i knew this was a bold request. but i also know that my body has never handled the fall/winter transition well at home and that is when i am living it. i knew going from hot hot to freezing would freak out my body. and we all know that my body is sorta fragile.
i boldly asked for this because i knew i needed all the breaks i could get. and you know what? last week a cold front moved in. its rained every day and been so cold i've had to wear pants and a sweater. three times i even broke out my scarf. i dont really think i'd normally have done that but it felt appropriate as it is the "Christmas Season." today was so chilly i had to turn the heater on during school.
i'm believing in faith that these last few days will also be on the cold side. i mean these "chilly" days we've had have still been in the 70s but...it seems SO cold to me. it might be a small thing, but He answered this prayer and i'm grateful and know my body will be come monday morning and the blustery cold pa wind. HOLLLA *grin!*
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conversation between Johanno (2 years old) and myself this very morning. i will be italicized.
c'mon cutie. i not cutie
ok, come her silly. i not silly bekah
oh, come here serious. i not serious.
ok, come here loopy. i not baby (i think we miscommunicated here *grin*)
come here schnukooms (common "pet" name in the strangarity family). i not sugar bums.
brahahahhahhahahaha sugar bums. awesome. i think we definitely mis-communicated here.
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i've been bent out of shape recently. and dreaming.
it seems to me the two are always so closely tied together in my make-up.
i'm never able to dream without evaluating
where i've been and its hard.
perhaps sometime later this week i'll eleborate on the stirrings of these two
thoughts running around in my mind. its after midnight already *grin*
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i was telling a story today and i ruined it so bad. story telling has never been my gift. EVER. not at all. if really pushed i can recount something fairly well but thats it. if i am very inspired i might be able to make something captivating and worth listening to but usually i butcher stories. today was no exception. let me explain.
i'm a blonde and say stupid things too. oooo inappropriateness how i love your awkward moments.
yesterday, roelene and i spent the day in pretoria shopping for the restaurant the lodge is opening. after we finished at the first store we went to start the car and it wouldn't start. since everything was going on surrounding this issue in Afrikaans i just sat politely in the car and waited. i know nothing about cars, and my afrikaans is rather awful still, so either way i figured staying put and praying was my best course of action. well, roelene went inside to buy jumper cables and while in there the guy helping us (what a dear...) got it started. he quickly told me to go call my mom and tell her it was working. i was mortified and said she isn't my mom. then he said to get my sister, which i also denied, finally she was my friend.
i mean, does she look like my mom?!?! or sister?!?
well, we here on the farm have been enjoying this story and laughing a lot yesterday and today over it.
it led me to tell of a time when i was confused as an adolescent (2 years ago) and one of my dearest friends was thought to be my mom...
i was sitting in the office with everyone left here on the farm and telling them of that time. basically i told them i was dressed in my black skirt, a hot pink long sleeve shirt and some color t-shirt over it. i had on sneakers bc we went for walk. and my hair was also very long at this time in my life. i told them how we were at the library but in the adult video section. ADULT VIDEO section?!? yes, i said it...but what i meant was like adult as in not child section. not that section. but you'd never have known for their reactions and my mortification. well that story is long and the point was someone thought i was around 11 and told jade that she can bring her daughter to this special book club. what?!?! but anyway, it is a much funnier story than just now re-told. as if to prove my point....
morale of this all (but you'd never know):
i get mistaken for someone's child a lot.
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the boys have started to say shut up about two weeks ago. i was very freaked out because i dont say that word. we dont watch movies/tv that says it and i couldnt' figure out where they got it from. well, last night at dinner my opa was telling me a story and i was shocked and couldnt' believe it and blurted out "SHUT UP!" and instantly realized the boys say it FROM ME!
i say shut up. the phrase i hate more than many others, i use...and the boys do too now. only i don't say it when i want you to stop talking i say it when i am shocked and amazed. but somehow the boys have realized its real intention because they only use it when the want me to stop talking. i'm not kidding. they tell me to stop talking. (makes me wonder what/how they will react when we start having girls in preschool. my boys aren't used to sharing the "talking" limelight. one girl {this girl} is enough for them....) hilarious.
..........................just got off the phone with my mom and dad. i think we talked almost 2 hours. it was glorious. i know i'll be home so soon but there is just something very nice about the comfort and love a parent can give. i have started a journal entry about my parents earlier this month and pick it up now and then and maybe sometime soon it'll have time to be finished. having these little boys makes me think of parents (mine in particular) all the time...
while on the phone, i had my mom open my christmas card to make sure it looked ok. she was speechless at its lack of color. (and i realize i'm giving a bit of it away...just go with it...) "bekah, where is the green and red? its black and white and red."
i said: "i know mom....its classy and i like it."
ahahahah i might enjoy color more than the average person does thanks to my mom.. but i think i have some taste and style that does not come from her. orange and purple just dont cut it all the time for me. sometimes....just not all the time....
hahaha love you, mom :)
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after i wake in the morning...if i wake in the morning...only 4 more sleeps till i'm home.
would it be wrong if i ask the Lord to wake me 5 more times so i am home one last time?
"if you wish, Lord...that would be wonderful. i'm ready though. so either way. i'll sleep peacefully tonight. you hold my days and put songs in my heart. and tonight i'll dream of you..."
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tomorrow i want to tell you about this sweet boy.
and his pretty sister, too
i like them. thats all, for now at least....
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