I worked yesterday at the hospital and I question everytime I’m there because of the crazy stress, running around with my head cut off, and all that multi-tasking.Then I meet a cutie old lady who calls me sugar and all is well again. What a mixed bag of tricks that place is good grief! sheesh!
Onto friday fun, we are car shopping this weekend and Im sad. You see I’ve been driving my dad’s old buick around and as funny as that is I’ve named him “pops” and everything. At this point “pops” has no antilock brakes, and costs us a couple thousand to tune-up, yikes! So please hold my hand during this somewhat painful experience of letting go of “pops”!!! “My Dad in
heaven would be saying “you need something reliable.”
A Christian, married to an insanely gifted and talented Marine husband, mother to Gideon (15), Boaz (10) and our rainbow baby, Shiloh. I’m actually an R.N turned accidental photographer, currently living in Fredericksuburg, Va after completing our final tour in Okinawa Japan. You'll find travel, Jesus, and lifestyle posts here on the Journal.