here's a treat

i haven't posted a lot about my journey with weight watchers. but today i was looking at old pictures and was kind of shocked at what i looked like just a year ago.
you, too, can look.

friday

i will write more later. i haven't forgotten about you blogger. imagine how xanga must feel.

monday morning

i'm here at work. early. i leave for fargo this friday and i wanted to take some extra time. i'm going to be spending this first hour not checking my email but writing to friends near and far. i'm so thankful for those friends who have supported me through the years. i never feel like i have the words to appropriately thank them. here's to friends who are far away from me. may they know how thankful i am.

friday

it's fifty eight of....or two till nine. and it's friday. finally. it's a blustery 45 degrees here in omaha. next week at this time the high will be reaching towards 90 degrees. what is up my friends? i have a post from my xanga that i'd like to share...it's about global warming gear.

well when i remember my xanga password i'll be sure to share.

it's friday. it's really friday.

okay. it's going to take much more time to find that blog. but here's a funny part of a blog. a list of terrible lifetime movie titles that i compiled from friends and my brain.

my mom's a carnie: circus moms
beatings my mom gave me
my mom loves my boyfriend
my mom is my dad
stacey's mom
my dog is my mom
mom has muddy butt
my mom is colder than nebraska
Not Without My Children's Children
Not Without My Chanel No5
My Mom is a Mexican Pro-wrestler Named "Nacho Libre" (Spanish with Subtitles)
My Father Was a Snowplow Driver and My Mother Parks in the Street
Why Men are the Devil, All Men are Dogs
I Was a Teenage Xanga-Addict
My Mom Is My Boyfriend
All Women Hate Men For Good Reason, and the sequeal, Why Women Should Kill Their Husbands

oops

remember that one time that i had a blog that talked about weight loss? oh yeah. this one. i'll get back to that soon. i have some interesting observations.

so. i thought i'd write a little bit from my journal.

hebrews 10:39,

but we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved.

-staring the red sea down.
the rushing waves that crash on this shore, those greet me.
the foam from the sea rushes to my toes.
dare i step in.
i look to my left, my right.
nothing.
will there be a sign?
i take a step back.
then i hear those familiar, haunting voices. NO! i scream.
the hair on my back sticks straight up.
i catch my breath. clutch my heart.
because now i hear Him.
i close my eyes and feel for Him.
i find Him.
i'm in the midst with only Him.
my love. my savior.
i walk with Him.
no need for words.
no need to explain.
He rescued me.

what's new

this morning 50 cent was in my dream. i was making him an omelet. i'm not really sure why it was for him. i do know why i was making an omelet. last week i made kenley and crocker omelets. that was a lot of fun even though kenley's was more scrambled than omelet. hee.

my personal quote of the day

on dreamweaver,

dreamweaver shouldn't be called dreamweaver. there's nothing dreamy about it. it should be called damnweaver.