Lesson Learned

I started trying to write this into poetic form, yet I now don’t think it deserves to be romanticized. (If that’s a word) I wanted to write about how depressing it is the choices that some people make with Jehovah’s AMAZING gift of free will. Some make the fantastic choice of serving Jehovah even after they have made huge mistakes. It is ever so important that we all focus on how important Jehovah’s Kingdom is at this very moment in time. When I see those I care about making poor choices it just attacks me inside. Jehovah is only allowing those winds to be held back for so long and then it will all be history. Everything we have right now will all be history. Every second that passes is just history. I sit and wonder at 12:30 at night why it is that history hasn’t already been what my life should be called. That the finale of this whole thing isn’t already over is astounding to me. Yet at the same time I feel this huge debt of gratitude that my life isn’t a forgotten history. If it were to come any quicker it could have caught me in the midst of like a million poor decisions, millions of bad ideas of what or who my future should be filled with. Not saying anything negative towards those who might have been included in that comment, just saying that, trust me we are all better off. Of this I am sure. Yet I wonder what it is that made me versus others still stay on track (if somewhat shakily at times). I of all people should have fallen off the walkway a LONG time ago. The varied and crappy relationships that, though I hold nothing against them now, ruined a many piece of my very large in a medically disfigured way heart. That very heart that still surprisingly has enough left in it to allow it to hurt when I see those whom I love going down a path that will lead to nothing but their own hearts getting severed and sucked dry. Yet they, unlike me, don’t want to hear about how to fix what’s wrong. WHY? What makes some people feel like they can’t take the guidance of other people’s mistakes and then there are others who long for it and learn from those prior mistakes? I want so badly to tell people how my heart aches from the pain that they are inflicting on themselves. How is that possible? How can my heart hurt just because someone is going to hurt themselves? I can’t imagine how Jehovah feels right now.

A Flyin Leap

I think I finally figured something out this evening while in the throws of pity and self doubt. (it doesn’t help that no one ever reads this) I’ve felt like an unimportant and invalid person since I wed. This is not something to put upon my husband at all; it is purely a self rant. The reason that I’ve felt so unbelievably miserable since I wed isn’t just hormonal. It’s all due to past measuring lines. I had this goal when I was single that I was going to accomplish a LOT before I entered into marriage. Some of those things being… living in a different state solo, doing unassigned territory with a buddy, temping at bethel, and various other a sundry of things I bestowed as happy blessings to the dearly unshackled. However, this past month or two have been almost unbearable in my head and I for the life of me couldn’t figure out why. Nothing extraordinary had occurred. Yes we are in Ohio again, yes I’m back in the retail racket, and yes I’m trying to pioneer in unfamiliar territory. Honestly these things I have all faced before. Unsuccessfully before, but faced them non-the-less. However, I remembered right before the tears were due to show that I had set something as a mile marker for myself when I was younger that I wouldn’t get married until a certain age and I always had a dream of what time of year this “hallucinogenic marriage” was to take place. All of which were to be when I turned 26 I could marry and I always wanted a fall wedding. Vain, I know, but these are the desperations of a young girl’s heart. I desperately wanted to be single at least until I was 26 and the fall wedding was something I wanted since I was 16. This time in life came and is now gone. Thus the pain I’ve felt for the past 2 months. This was to have been when I was finally ready for marriage. Looking back on it now, I wouldn’t change the “who” at all. Arthur is definitively the only man who could have ever put up with me, no matter my age or maturity. He is just the perfect stitch in my quilt. I on the other hand am in no way who I want/wanted to be. I am 26 and should have been steadily pioneering for over 7 years now from my original start date, but there is a major 1 ½ year gap in there filled with me loosing my motivation and loosing my ability to feel confident. Add to that I am way over the weight that I should be in order to be healthy, and I have moved 4 times within 3 years of marriage and you’ve got a pretty lethal combination. I’ve very really been praying at night just wanting to not wake up the next morning and have to do all of it over again. The only thing that keeps that out of my mind continually is that I couldn’t stand my loved ones not being consoled. But I digress back into the self pity. Point is; why am I beating myself up about something that I held as a goal when I was 20? I was totally amore’ for another guy at that age, probably why I wanted to wait till I was 26, and I lived in with my parents still. I had almost blown my whole inheritance, 2 more years and that was accomplished. I was going to school for something that now I still have a passion for and will never be able to do in an employ type situation. All of this leading me to realize; I DIDN’T HAVE A FLYIN LEAP OF AN IDEA WHAT WAS IN STORE FOR ME!!! I was highly idealistic (a trait I admire in others), vivacious, tenacious, and a sponge for learning… Wait, those are mostly good things. I mean to say that I was young and stupid. I would love to still be young and stupid, but I am sadly not. I am getting a lot older than ever I thought I would be. I will probably never get to go to Bethel, hopefully still have a chance at unassigned territory, and I’ve definitely lived in different states. WOW I ramble!
“The conclusion of the matter, everything being considered is to fear the true God and keep His commandments.” When will I do this enough to make me happy?

Perfect Match

I realized last night just how perfect of a match I had found in Arthur. We played "Slap ya last" for a full 30 minutes then finally fell asleep holding hands. It was hilarious! And oh so me. Who else could I have married that would have played that game with me and "let me win"?

IMAGINE

Imagine we’d never began
Imagine we’d never continued our course
Imagine I’d kept it all inside
All the aching to keep you warm

Imagine we’d lived without heartache
Imagine we’d kept further apart
Imagine through all that
We’d still be close

Imagine we’d realized the ending
Imagine we’d known it from the start
Imagine affection hadn’t reared it’s tainted head
Just to break both our hearts

Imagine our hearts had never been full of each other
Imagine tears had never taken pieces out
Imagine life goes on
With finding more space inside the dark

Imagine we find others
Imagine they begin to fill us more than from the start
Imagine we really are happy
With more love than ever before

Imagine life goes on living
Imagine love keeps on growing
Imagine hearts keep on enduring
All the strains that we induce

Imagine life with promise of newness
Imagine life with promise of hope
Imagine life still rejoicing
With greater and stronger love

Deepest Fears

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

We ask ourselves 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?'

Actually, who are we not to be?

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

Taken from a "recent" movie. Thought that it really is fitting to how we all can keep ourselves from the goals we all strive so desperately to achieve. Keep reaching and never letting ourselves get in our own way.

Mind Wanderings

Have you ever wondered why it is that we continue to do the things that we know don’t make us any better? I hate the thought of me continually trying to get approval that I really care nothing for. Yet I always continue to search and try and reinvent and pursue all the approval of people that I think of as intellectuals. Who really makes anyone an intellectual? Are people just born with an innate sense of being able to enunciate their thoughts or do they continually strive as well? I wish that it were easier for people to just accept others and their own perceptions without judging. What makes someone be able to decide that they know anything about anyone? Each of us believes and craves to believe that we have something special that no one else can attain, right? Why is that? Jehovah did make each of us special and unique but in this system of things it’s more important to be part of a unity and a loving one at that than it is to be "special". Yes we all need to have our own important sense of self, but wouldn’t that be better put to use by us loving and caring for our brothers and sisters than in our judging of them? NE who, this is my angst on my life. I crave to be accepted by so very many and hate that I do, yet can’t shake that desire. My wish for myself is that I get over it, to put it simply. To have self confidence and self assurance isn’t that what we all want yet some seem to fake so very well. Ah to truly have that self belief.

Anna's Silly Picture, maybe she has gas!?!? :D

I just had to put this hilarious picture of my baby girl on here for all to get a chuckle.

Can you believe it, 6 weeks old and already a silly character!!!

Man I love that baby girl!

AARRGGGG MAAAAIIIITTTEEEE

Just thought I'd let the world know that there is a little known special event occuring today!

INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!!!

So have a swashbucklin time me harties!

Arthur and I have been testing and seeing that Jehovah is good this past two weeks. It’s been very hard to discern the difference between a sign from Jehovah and just general circumstances. However now I believe that Arthur and I have thoroughly been convinced that we KNOW what it is Jehovah wants us to do... At least for the next year.
So with that comes the prologue to the past week and a half of my existence:
Monday Aug. 28th of last week Arthur got an offer from his old job in Ohio to return and work for them for a VERY generous sign on bonus. With a stipulation that we had to be in Ohio by Friday Sept. 1st if we wanted to take advantage of sed generosity. On those terms it was easy to say no and dismiss it as a fluke and decide to not rethink about the situation. Then came the issue of whether or not we might be dismissing something Jehovah wanted us to do. Then came "The Prayer". Not just a simple run of the mill prayer(granted there really shouldn’t be any of these just flow with me here), but a test and see that Jehovah is good kind of specific prayer. Seriously we felt like Gideon with the fleece. First make this happen and if that works then don’t get mad at us but make this happen next. And literally every single event we prayed about getting an answer to happened "just so". (Funny I thought we were the ones that were supposed to do things "just so".) By Wednesday the 30th we decided to really check this situation out and for Arthur to fly up there and see if it really was all that it seemed to be. To summarize...
Monday we got the offer, Thursday morning he was in Ohio signing the deal. By Friday morning he was looking at apartments and by Sunday he was flying back to Texas thinking everything was a done deal. Much to his chagrin, when I saw the pictures of the apartment he was wanting us to live in for a whole year, I was much less enthused than he was... I will be honest, I’m sure nerves made it more ugly than even the pictures really made it look, however it looked like a dark dank basement and I’d lived in a basement for 9 months before and won’t do it again. I ALWAYS NEED LIGHT!
But that’s all beside the point...
Back to the last few weeks... With this horrible knot in my stomach I approached Jehovah yet again with a specific prayer and by Tuesday Sept. 5th we were in Ohio yet again, but this time both of us, not just Arthur, a.k.a.. Mr. Anti-Photog McGee. Wednesday we had a look at the apartment again (yes it’s lovely and not dark in the least) and I felt the knot loosen it’s grip a little. That afternoon I went to chit chat with some of the girls I used to work with and let them know we would be moving back to the area soon. That evening my old district manager called me up basically begging me to come back to work for them. Enough said Jehovah, we get it, move to Ohio. Easier to say now than it was then. I have to leave a more than beautiful little niece along with all my family, YET again, to venture north. This time I’ll actually have to get an actual Ohio license from the "B.M.V." (why can’t they be normal up there), change congregations again, move our dog yet again (chihuahuas hate that), and go thru the winters. Oh by the way, did I mention there are way more plus’s than minus’s in this scenario. We have a 2 bedroom apt. on Lake Erie on the second story with a balcony. We also have his family right there with us and I am actually pioneering. This time IT WILL STICK! I am determined to not loose that again. I haven’t felt whole since going off the list a year ago and am just finally starting to like myself in the least bit now. All that aside you can see why it is that I haven’t had the time to do any blogging except the occasional comment on very few sites.
What does this long and drawn out story show us other than that as my family has always said, "Jessica can’t tell a short story." Jehovah provides! We have asked so very much these past weeks and he hasn’t let us falter once. It’s fantastic, there is nothing better than feeling the whir of wings. So yes, I will be joining once again to the Ohio population, so what?! Who cares if it’s the arm pit of the universe?! I’m serving Jehovah... There really is nothing better.

Thoughts

Philosopher Epictetus:
"If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish & stupid."

Love is about Grand Gestures and Small Gestures
The Grand Gestures are easier when it’s new and fresh
The Small Gestures are much harder to do and even harder to notice
It takes a LOT to focus enough on the person you love to be able to see all the small gestures.
Like that I’ve not ONE time sat on the toilet without the seat being down.
Like how he won't let me cry alone, but rather has to hold me.
How he always loves me even when I am being a royal pain
How I’ll never have to worry whether or not he’s thinking about me
And how do I repay such small indications of his affection?

SHE'S HERE!!! SHE'S HERE!!! SHE'S HERE!!!

ANNA RAE TAYLOR IS FINALLY HERE!!!!

BORN AUGUST 2ND @ 4:28PM

WEIGING IN AT 7LBS. 12 OZ.

HEIGHT (if she could stand) 20 1/2 IN!!!!!

SHE IS B.E.A.UUUUUTIFUL!!!!!!

more pictures will follow...

probably enough to make any non related person gag

sorry I'm and aunt, I have every right to oogle

but I will try and be the cool aunt

p.s. she even has the Taylor patented second toe longer than the big toe!!

yeah for the freaks!!!

Name that movie

What movie is this quoted from?

Maybe we're lying here because you don't wanna be standing somewhere else.

Every girl out there should get this, and a few quys that I know.

Yes this was emailed to me by none other than... My mother in law

My grandmother was a fanatic about public restrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh makes contact with the toilet seat. That was a long time ago. Now, in my "mature" years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain. When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would h ang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't wor k. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your grandmother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get." By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this." As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It finally exp lains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.

2 Funny Thoughts

#1 - What's the reason that 6,000 Parisians go to the hospital with injuries from.....
SLIPPING ON POO!!!!
(true fact heard on the radio this morning)
#2 - Dame Edna saying, "Don't be afraid to laugh at yourself. You may be missing out on the joke of the century."

Intro Requested

If you are a friend of Liz ;~>, Lainers :~*, or Aaron ;~) I probably read your blog often. If you are okay with me reading/commenting please let me know. I hate to be rude and just drop a line unofficial like! Thanks for considering me for a moment however which way you choose to decide...
Sisterly love trying to get to know as many as I can before Armageddon so that I can meet you after.

Question for the Masses

Here's the question I pose to everyone who reads this site. Whether I know you or not, if you are a close friend of someone I know, then you can't be all that bad... Though I do judge my own choices more than most, probably.

Question: What do you do to motivate yourself?

I'm not talking the pumping iron, running a marathon motivation. I am talking, doing what you know you need to do, but just don't have the "umph" to get up and do. What makes you turn the tide in our ever flowing and ebbing brains to get and go? I want all bizarre and unique and trivial answers, along with all normal ones. ( I hate it when us "normies" get left out)

I've finally gotten a TON of pictures onto a website and will try and keep them updated as much as I can. Leave as many comments as you want on the pics, I love reading what people think about my tiny little life. ENJOY!!!
http://jeccaspicturesforyou.blogspot.com/

I'm still trying to figure out how to just put a click over to pictures instead of having to make ya'll scroll all the way to the bottom, but bear with me. And in the mean while... I am dying for decent music. All we have here are "The Latest Hits and the Greatest Oldies and Classic Rock!" HHHHHHHEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!!! To give you guys and idea of what I like and the only thing that gives me sanity now www.wbwc.com/ this station is awesome. Or should I say, WAS awesome when I left Ohio 7 months ago. If you have any idea of links to some awesome radio or band sites clue me in. I'm deaf and dumb in C-ville, TX! HHHEEEELLLPPPPP!!!!!!

1ST 15 PICS OF HALL BUILD

middle of first day

wow these got out of order
FIRST WALL BEING PUT UP

FIRST SET OF RAFTERS

STARTING TO EAT

MY SIS IN LAW

THE CUTEST PREGNANT WOMAN EVER!
JUST BEFORE STARTING

1ST DAY BREAKFAST

HOW IT ALL STARTED

Okay So

I just realized I start out most of my comments with "Okay so...." I shall try and give you a reprieve from said euphemism and write with out such a crutch. Sorry for making it obvious if it wasn't before, but when I read them it bugged me so sorry if it did you as well. :D

Starting to get addicted

So now I'm on the job hunt! AARRRGGGHHH!!! This is going to be infuriating. I love to sit at home way too much and I love going out in service way too much. Thus why I'm putting in my regular pioneering application tonight after the meeting. Yes I'm finally going to do it again. I've been off for almost a year now and that just ain't cool with me. I get 70 hrs a month anyway because my days off are always spent in service so my thought after the C.O's visit pioneer meeting was "Why am I procrastinating? I just lost my job and have nothing else to do and pioneering is my love and I don't know how to live without it. Though the break was nice for a year. I don't think I can put it off in good conscience anymore." Thus the meeting was "How can Procrastinating harm you?" Dutifully noted... IT HAS!! I know that Satan's going to try and lure me in with some sort of rockin awesome job that will try and get me to not pioneer, but "ain't gonna happen". (que Peter Griffin "No Freakin Way!")
I heard someone say once when talking about the immense golden image in Daniel's prophecy that when it comes to being during the time of "the feet" we are literally the fungus on the end of the straggly toenail! I love that thought... The whole human race hanging on to a big ole' toenail screaming and all of Jehovah's people doing so with gigantic smiles on their faces just waiting for that big ole' rock to smack into the image and to just let go and glide into Jehovah's new system. I actually had a dream once with said scenario and I fell out of bed. I guess I let go too quick. That's me, eager little Ms. Armageddon here we come!
Thinking about the New System just makes me beyond glow. How could anything else be such a sublime thought as getting to talk it up with someone like Daniel or Keziah or Ester or any number of the ones that we want to just get the full story from. (oh if you don't know who Keziah is that's okay, just a family thing... we've loved her name forever and my brother is going to have a baby girl in August and her name will be Ana Keziah so if that tells you anything... she may be dull, but you know she must of had some cool experiences with Job as a father and all) Br. Hendricks in his talk Sunday was doting on and on about talking to 2 of the judges in Judges one who struck down 600 philistines with a cattle goad (i.e. sharp pointy stick) and Samson for striking down 1000 philistines with a moist jaw bone of a male ass. I mean come one, Philistines were obviously no good with simple weaponry! :D Other than of course Jehovah being there with each of them, oh yeah that's right... :>
NE who, I can' t wait and day dreaming is all together fantastic!

Change Is Ever Present

I started out today with optimism and have decided to not let that change. I had a fantastic morning consisting of the normal sleeping a little too late (that being 7:00 am, not 6:30, darn internal clock). Then came the household chores. Cleaning dishes, vacuuming, straightening "stuff", dusting, all the lovely things that I hate but am good and quick at doing. Also not accomplished in said order. However, I went about getting ready for work and wanted to get online before hand, thus the earlier blog from this morning. Then it was off to work at 1:00 pm. Yes I didn't go out in service, I know, shoot me, but I think Jehovah is forgiving when you've had as much in the works as me the past month. NE who, I digress.
Stepped into work and got the ever hated and nautious making "I need to talk to you Jessica". Que prayer to Jehovah for nerves of steel. Then the "we have to let you go because we can't afford to pay you." EXCUSE ME!!! Flashed through my head... Then the holy spirit took over thankfully and lead me gracefully and courteously through the rest of the conversation to follow. Yes, she wasn't lying. Our little optical office attatched to (the devil incarnate) Wal-Mart surprisingly has been very slow. This I have known for some time and have been dreading the day when I'd hear those words. Yet it behooves me to wonder why I wasn't giving the kind 2 week notice that most employees give to their employers. Why do we have to be courteous when they can kick us in the rears. Again, digressing... Yet I bowed out gracefully and asked for a glowing letter of recommendation and have been praying ever since I left mostly.
I wonder if non-Jehovah's Witnesses have something other than liquor to get this kind of peace of mind and calm. Jehovah is absolutely awesome!

Imperceptible Thoughts

Okay so have you ever stared at a person and wondered what they were thinking? Not in the usual, "wish they would speak" kind of way, but in the "they have no idea I'm watching them" kind of way. I came up with this thought while driving yesterday and saw a middle aged woman behind me in my rear view doing the obsequious picking that is often talked of in cars alone. And I wondered... What really plays in someone's head when no one is around? Is it witty sarcasm, optimistic ballads, or is it just the Jeopardy them show music going on it's dutiful rounds over and over again? Any one out there know?

I've also realized that I'm very new to this blogging thing and literally inadequate. If you catch my idea. Please encourage or correct. Criticism is always appreciated. Though I wonder if people read this site that I don't realize and if I really want to know who they are or where they are in life. If they are some past friend or ex friend or someone who is just curious. Either way if I don't know you are there, how can I ever tell you hello?

Okay so this weekend was one of the most fantastically exhausting weekends of my life. Being that 25 is as long as it has been, I'm sure there will be more. But I have never felt so useful and loved and needed as this weekend and trust me (quoting Martha) "that is a VERY good thing. We had our Kingdom Hall Build in the fantastically small and dismal town of Clarksville, Texas and I had what other job then the one that no one else wants.... i.e. TRASH DETAIL!! Thought at first nothing of this insanely smelly job just that it needed to be done. So hike up your pants and get to it, right? Well being that my hubbster is the one in our hall who was over trash and he was of course busy doing such things as framing and trusses (sp?) then of course I got the brunt of the work... along with the smell. And no matter how disqustingly filthy and sweaty and pungent I got there was no end to the "Thank You's" and "Your job is very important" 's that were bestowed upon me. ME! A lowly dumpy looking sister who needs no such kudos yet revels in the accalades. On Saturday morning also I was asked along with 2 other, might I mention, way more qualified brothers to give a comment on the text. Thus making me feel even more so that Jehovah is amazing in how he blesses us. So after all the trash and toilet cleanings and dumpster dumping (is that a real phrase?), oh yes, and serving of lunches to all the brothers and sisters (yes i did wash up before each time) I thought my work was complete.

Not so... Monday morning during an early morning watchman duty I was also fulfilling I got a phone call from the best friend I could ever have who needed me dearly. Without a moment of asking or hesitation on my part I flew to Dallas (2 1/2 hrs away) to be there for the sweetest, coolest sister to ever walk the earth. Not only did it boost her ability to cope with a horrific situation I would wish on no one, but I actually felt just how true it is that there is more happiness in giving than in recieving. I was actually so drained while driving home at 9:00 last night that I could have fallen fast asleep, however, I was actually on a high. Like this unearthly heaven sent HIGH. If it hadn't have been for the MASSIVE lack of sleep that I had yet to recieve from the weekend I probably wouldn't have gotten a wink last night, however due to the brevity of winks recieved I slept the sweetest slumber I've had in years.

WOW how Jehovah blesses.

Oh and I'm including a few picts from the hall build just to give ya'll an idea of how it looks!

Jecca's Texas

Jecca's Texas

Okay, so life is not like I had planned IN THE LEAST. Yet it always amazes me how Jehovah works to make sure that you are spiritually taken care of. It always astounds me to realize that, even thought you may feel like you are still the exact same as you were when you were 21, you will always be reminded that you are now 25 and not the pretty thing you used to be. Cheese and rice that's annoying. Interesting thing to remember though is that no matter what you look like, if you married for the right reasons, your husband/wife will always think you beyond gorgeous! Ah.... mushy love! :D

And sometimes you actually can take a picture that's not so unattractive ;> Although I didn't say that... never!

Okay so I know this is a super cheesy not so overly attractive picture of my adorable husband and myself, but not all pictures have to be pretty. That's a life lesson that was very dificult for me to learn... so take a hint, have fun and enjoy.

Jecca's Texas

I realized today that you can actually get a cramp in your calf muscle when you try and run thru Wal-Mart after work just to get something small because you ABHOR Wal-Mart but yet you are always connected to it!