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Like a Pioneer
January 25th, 2009
I am dashing this off quickly because the only thing more sketchy than cell service here is the DSL. I have to lay in a certain position, in a certain room, facing north to get in. I miss my husband so much it hurts already, and still have at least a week to go. It is 12 degrees here, and this southern girl is not happy about it. We have to leave the water dripping at all times so the pipes do not freeze up.
I am enjoying spending a little QT with Ma and Gabs, and have cleaned out closets and drawers and have begged them to move off the farm and in to an apartment in town so they do not have to worry about things like iced over gravel roads and garbage pick up.
This morning at church I was mistaken for a teenage mother (YES! I was thrilled!) and this lady was telling about they could send a bus to pick up The Son and they would feed him breakfast, lunch, and dinner for free so I could finish high school. I enjoyed telling her about my masters degree. Nosy old lady.
I am going to try to check my email again in a few days, Husband, I love you so, so, so much. Check my email for me and clean out the spam comments here.
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A. No offense, but you do not look like a teenage mother to me. It’s not that you look old, it’s just that you don’t dress like a teenage mother. Most of the teenage mothers I see have on ill-fitting babydoll tees with tight jeans worn at the hips. I don’t think I even saw you in such atrocities during our college days, so I can’t imagine you looking that way now. Also, I am totally stereotyping here, but most teenage moms don’t actively engage their children as well as you do with The Son.
B. I hear if you hold your leg just right the internet connection will be slightly better.
C. Give everyone a fine “how d’ya do?” from ShoeShe! You can add a hug if you want.
I would kind of love to be mistaken for a teen mom, but I don’t think it’s ever gonna happen since I’m just over a year away from turning twenty-ten…
Send Ma my well-wishes. I’ve been praying for her!
We miss you!!!! We’re glad you’ve had a great time with Kentucky family, but we’re selfish and are anxious for you to come home.
Be careful and don’t hurry (as in drive too fast), but come home soon!
Kiss our Grandson for us!
MMIL and FFIL