As most of you know, My Bro Swift and his wife and Kids have been in Africa for the past year, until about a month ago. Well, Swift got back about 2 weeks ago. They'll be leaving again in about 2 weeks.
Last year the Girls (They have 3 daughters) were dissapointed because they couldn't have thanksgiving with the family. So, MomI had the awesome idea of having thanksgiving in June for the girls. I am stuffed. We had Turkey, Ham, Mashed Potatoes, PIZZA!, develled eggs, green beans, corn, potatoe salad, Nachos, you name it -- we had it I bet! Dessert we had Pecan Pie, Pumpkin Pie and Peach Cobbler (No, I didn't make it this time -- that's usually Gramma's deal when she's up to it or not in Missouri working with her Shelter up there) I told MomI thier is NO way I'm having thanksgiving a 2nd time around. Its bad enough eating TurkeyDay leftovers once a year wihtout adding on a week of it, in the Summer no less!
For those of you just tuning in, Swift is a Missionary and a Masonist (Not the religious chapter/sect but the brick and morter kind). His wife is a teacher. They went to Africa to teach the Native people there about God/Christianity and how to build proper homes and give the children (and adults) a better education. Swift was so impressed with my Office/Secretary skills he said I could go with them. Altho it would be a great opportnity, I turned him down. Reluctantly, I might add!
Gramma is a Preacher. She founded a local church here/shelter. She went to Missouri and did the same thing. Daddy is the co-pastor of a Local Church and MomI is a sunday school teacher. AuntDB is the current Pastor of Gramma's church here. So, Needless to say, religion wise, I am the blacksheep of the family!
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
Feels good to be the blacksheep, dosent it?
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hahahaha! your funny :D
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