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Wordless Wednesdays: 1989

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It was 80’s week on Facebook last week and we were asked to post pictures of ourselves from that hilarious decade. Do any of you remember the Aqua-Net fog in the girls locker room? I still have hair big enough to have its own zip code. My scanner isn’t working, but I do have a picture of my sweetie and I at a wedding in Chicago, 1989.

We met in October of 1988 — he worked in Customer Service at Sprint-United and I worked in IT. He spilled coke on his keyboard and I replaced it with an apparently defective refurbished keyboard. He swears I did that on purpose. Poor man asked me out several times and one day I finally told him that “I don’t normally date men I work with.”

His response?  “That’s okay because I’m not normal.”

We went on our first date on December 3, 2008 — He took me to a really fun pizza place, off  Touhy and Dempster in Chicago and then to a comedy club. We’ve been together ever since and he is still my favorite man on the planet.

Wordless Wednesdays: Fishing

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 Isaiah 40:31 (New International Version)

 31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.        They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. 

 We are weary and in want of a reprieve. A place in the woods where we can enjoy God’s creation and just fish.

200 homes have been rejected so far and my hope really started to fade. And then we find a road called Eagle Lane. There is a cabin there, nestled among trees and gravel roads and hiding around the bend is the most beautiful cove imagined.  Why am I not surprised.

 

Wordless Wednesday: I’m Speachless

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Who names these dorms?

Gotta love it when they name the buildings after donors. Granted, it does not help the confidence factor when it is the Freshman dorm for college.

Wordless Wednesdays:Remembering my Gardens

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Remembering my Gardens

I wasn’t going to garden this year seeing as I killed everything last year. But the catalogues started arriving. They had pictures and promises of daisies, flowering bushes, baskets overflowing with forget-me-nots and other sundries. I started sorting photographs for scrap booking and I came across my garden pictures. My gardens may be dead, but they were pretty while they lasted. Pray for my husband ya’ll. The gardening itch is back. I cannot wait to get out there, clean up the horticultural cemetery I call a garden, see what survived and start again.

Deana’s Not so Wordless Wednesday

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I am going to be offline for the rest of this week as I’m leaving for Nashville on Wednesday. Through an awesome set of recent experiences, I am attending the Professional Communicators Summit and won’t be back until Saturday, March 14.

I know this is supposed to be a wordless Wednesday post, and wordless I’m not. I’m truly bouncing off the walls excited and freaking out all at once. And of course – I can find N-O-T-H-I-N-G to wear. I presently hate every single piece of clothing I own. To keep things simple it is casual dress; I don’t even like my jeans today. I have 24 hours to find three acceptable outfits. Think I can do it?