Written by my mom's first cousin. (Who is actually my age. My mom has something like 178 first cousins, so they overlap generations. My mom's dad was the oldest 16 kids. So he was getting married when his mom was still procreating.)Note the Menno last name. She married my youth pastor. (The guy who was my youth pastor when I was in high school.) (Well, by the time she married him, he was out of youth work. And into being an insurance agent. Cuz you can't raise a family on a youth pastor's salary.)
Oh my goodness. Am I rambling or what? Can you tell I just woke up from a nap? When I went to bed I didn't think it was going to be a nap. I thought I was down for the night. You see, I've been up past 1:00 am every night for 12 nights in a row. And the last three days, I've worked. Really hard. Concentrating and stuff. So I was tired. Drew was going to stay at my parent's place another night because they are more fun than me - so I figured I'd just plop my boring ol self right into bed.
But the phone just rang and Drew, his cousin and his fun loving grandpa are at the lake and wondering when I'm heading up.
So, I'll wait til Mandi gets off work and see if she wants to do a late night drive with me...
I've got 17 minutes to do the dishes from last night's crafting huddle, run another load of laundry through the washing machine, water 15 terra cotta pots and window boxes so them geraniums will live to colur-up my back yard another day, and of course, post a blog. I did that first. Because I have important things to say to the 13 people who come by to see what I've been up to. Hi Jon. I'm picking up Max tomorrow night.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. I've got all my photos in albums. Yay. Oh yay. You have no idea.
2. I get to see Clint and Max tomorrow. Or should I say "Eastwood and Argyle"...
3. On tonight's drive to the lake, I will get to listen to music of my choice. SWEET.
Shalom,
Oh. I forgot to rate the book.
It's a teen novel, just like her other three. This is the first one that didn't make me cry. So I'll give it a 9 out of 10 instead of the usual 10 out of 10 that I give her books. It's a story that centres on a 15 year old's experience as a counselor-in-training at Camp Stillwater. Doo doo doo doo - Twilight theme music...Max is 15. He's a work-crew worker. At camp StillWOOD. Oh the parallels. Coincidence? I gotta go. No really. I must step away from the computer. Lifting my hands off the keyboard...
1 comment:
so, once upon a time, one of my profs introduces me to this lady, and by the freak of small worlds, i know her son and she somehow knows my parents. to continue the fun of what we like to call the mennonite game, her mom's first cousin and her old youth pastor happened to get married and birth a son who was in MY youth group when i was a youth sponsor back in the day. we were DESTINED to be friends, jane.
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