not really a solution

Come away! O, human child!

To the woods and waters wild,

With a fairy hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than

you can understand.

-- W. B. YEATS

she's blogging!

Well not her, exactly. That's Katie, my fat niece. I mean her mom, Mary.

http://thekato-jonesfamily.blogspot.com

cute stuff

Curled my sisters' hair about a month ago, and just got the pictures now - aren't they cute?

i loved you

I cried when I heard. I'm crying still. You were hardly older than me...we're freaking 19. I'm confused. I don't know what to think. I mean, underneath it all I know God's in control and His plan is perfect but all the rest is a whirlwind of confusion.

I didn't know you too well Meilani. But you were a friend and friends aren't supposed to die. People in faraway countries die. Old people die. Poor people in Africa die. We don't. We're not supposed to. We're supposed to get married and have babies and travel and do and be and live, live, live.

I know everything I feel is only a fraction of what your family feels and that makes a bit of my heart just crack and bleed; it's not right; it can't be. But I know it has to be right because God is right....God is just; God is perfect and someday we'll understand. Someday it will be right; it'll make sense. Someday i'll be able to say like Job and yet not like Job "thou He slay me yet will I trust in Him." Thou He slay you...you...

God I want to trust You. I will trust You.

ten red utopian teeth here

heaven lies no surprise be
neath be
lieve

Beyonce and us

Well, them, that is. A friend of mine, Mickey Inoue (search for the long haired squinty eyed fellow) sent me these photos a few months ago of his home in Romania doing a CTP at a cancer ward.

Nifty eh?

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Love from 11,000M

My day started at five this morning. 
Bus option number #1 was full. Road to bus option#2 was closed. Jolly good.  Spent forever
gettting to Observatorio and finally arrived in Toluca just as my flight was boarding at 9:20.

Do you know, there are generally lots of these useful people hanging around airports, with carts and things, trying to help you with your luggage for a tip. I've been bombarded by these people several times, when I went for 5-7 day trips and had no need of them. Today however, as I struggled about with my 45 kilos there were NONE of them! But TYJ for helpful mexican men.

*Intermission*

My sister, Joan, is the coolest person around.

End of intermission.

Yeah ok so that's Joanie for you.

I have a question, why do tears always set in at very unconvinient and unnatural times? Why don't they come at meaningful times like when you're saying goodbye to people and such? Why do you they just sort of spring up on you when you're surrounded by random people who look at you funny?

Eh.

I miss you.

You're what?

"You're what??" "You're what??" "Why?"

"In a week?"

"Oh...ok...NO"

"caica"


Receiving end:

"from the moment i saw your email in my box i knew you wanted to come to my home!"

"it's good to hear you're on the right track"


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Thanks!