Five Years!
July 27, 2006
On my husband....
my husband is reading a book called "Awakening The Financial Genius Inside You"
just what I need. if you got to know my husband very well, you would know that he regularly refers to himself as a genius. i love this self confidence. he inspires me to think the best about myself, the very best, the very best possible. and when I do something genius-like he says, "whoa...lady".
when he and his brother, Dan, were in highschool they decided to start using the word "cheap" hoping that it would catch on among thier friends. it did. "that's so cheap" can mean good or bad. it really all has to do with the voice infection and context.
my husband loves all my friends even if they are wierd. he gets along with almost anyone. except people who throw plates into the street. hey that reminds me of a story:
one time when we lived in portland there was a lady across the street who was throwing plates into the street. yeah, it was a halfway house and she was off her meds. we lived in a apartment on the third floor with a balcony. we shared the balcony with the johansens. it was hot and paul had his shirt off. oh, and I was on the phone. all this to set up the scene:
so this lady is running in and out of the house pretty much hurling every plate in the place into the street. she would run in, get some plates, run out, and chuck them into the street, creating quite a mess.
Paul: "HEY!" (yelling from the balcony) STOP THROWING THOSE PLATES!
Lady: "WHY SHOULD I?"
Paul: "IT'S AGAINST THE LAW TO OBSRUCT THE PUBLIC RIGHT OF WAY!"
Lady: "ARE YOU GONNA MAKE ME? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO TOUGH UP THERE WITH YOUR SHIRT OFF?"
we had many laughs about this (otherwise unhappy) incident. paul went down and helped the other people that lived there sweep up the plates in the street. paul doesn't mind confronting people. and this is a true story. ask the johansens. they witnessed it all.
he grows vegetables because I like to eat them. he takes care of me. i missed him so much when i was in alaska that swore never to leave him again.
anyway, tomorrow is our five year aniversary and this is my tribute to him. he is a man who knows who he is and I love him. right now as i am writing this he is singing a little jibberish song to me.
my husband is reading a book called "Awakening The Financial Genius Inside You"
just what I need. if you got to know my husband very well, you would know that he regularly refers to himself as a genius. i love this self confidence. he inspires me to think the best about myself, the very best, the very best possible. and when I do something genius-like he says, "whoa...lady".
when he and his brother, Dan, were in highschool they decided to start using the word "cheap" hoping that it would catch on among thier friends. it did. "that's so cheap" can mean good or bad. it really all has to do with the voice infection and context.
my husband loves all my friends even if they are wierd. he gets along with almost anyone. except people who throw plates into the street. hey that reminds me of a story:
one time when we lived in portland there was a lady across the street who was throwing plates into the street. yeah, it was a halfway house and she was off her meds. we lived in a apartment on the third floor with a balcony. we shared the balcony with the johansens. it was hot and paul had his shirt off. oh, and I was on the phone. all this to set up the scene:
so this lady is running in and out of the house pretty much hurling every plate in the place into the street. she would run in, get some plates, run out, and chuck them into the street, creating quite a mess.
Paul: "HEY!" (yelling from the balcony) STOP THROWING THOSE PLATES!
Lady: "WHY SHOULD I?"
Paul: "IT'S AGAINST THE LAW TO OBSRUCT THE PUBLIC RIGHT OF WAY!"
Lady: "ARE YOU GONNA MAKE ME? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO TOUGH UP THERE WITH YOUR SHIRT OFF?"
we had many laughs about this (otherwise unhappy) incident. paul went down and helped the other people that lived there sweep up the plates in the street. paul doesn't mind confronting people. and this is a true story. ask the johansens. they witnessed it all.
he grows vegetables because I like to eat them. he takes care of me. i missed him so much when i was in alaska that swore never to leave him again.
anyway, tomorrow is our five year aniversary and this is my tribute to him. he is a man who knows who he is and I love him. right now as i am writing this he is singing a little jibberish song to me.
Pictures from Alaska
I think I am going to have to blog about Alaska in parts, because the whole is just really too much for me to digest at once. Really, where do you start talking about a missions trip and how God worked in a certain place. It's too much.
I actually had never been on a missions trip before. Anyways, I really can't even think of where to start, even now. I guess you'll have to wait.
for more pictures click here
I think I am going to have to blog about Alaska in parts, because the whole is just really too much for me to digest at once. Really, where do you start talking about a missions trip and how God worked in a certain place. It's too much.
I actually had never been on a missions trip before. Anyways, I really can't even think of where to start, even now. I guess you'll have to wait.
for more pictures click here
I saw a moose!
This is in Unalakleet. You can see the fish dying in the buildings.
I saw a mountain goat.
I went imprompu sledding on someones coat, in July.
Dad really likes flying in these little planes. Whenever he had a choice he chose the ones with the most stops. We saw some amazing things on the way back from Unalakleet.
This is in Unalakleet. You can see the fish dying in the buildings.
I saw a mountain goat.
I went imprompu sledding on someones coat, in July.
Dad really likes flying in these little planes. Whenever he had a choice he chose the ones with the most stops. We saw some amazing things on the way back from Unalakleet.
I was reminded of a story that I meant to blog about at the time and didn't. My mother in law said she sent it in to reader's digest:)
OK, My friend Sarah bought us Tshirts that say "I love Paul" on them because we are both married to someone named Paul. Our Pauls have Tshirts that say "Paul" on them. It's very cute, I should have a picture of all of us together. Anyway, I happened to be wearing this T-shirt one day when I was walking into Wild Oats (a grocery story)and there was a person outside giving free samples of Silk Soy Smoothies (or something similar). Well, I got my free sample and I was chatting with the young man about his product and then I said goodbye and turned to walk away. THEN - I hear him call out from behind me, "Who do you love?!?" Now, I had totally forgotten that I was wearing the shirt and hadn't the foggiest idea what he was talking about. His product? was it a pickup line? I turned slowly and said, "ummm, silk soymilk?" He gave me the weirdest look, "No, you love Paul!" he said laughing. At this point you would have thought that I would have figured it out. But no. I'm Annie, remember. "How did you know that?" I said. This man was cracking up. Anyway, you can guess how the rest went.
OK, My friend Sarah bought us Tshirts that say "I love Paul" on them because we are both married to someone named Paul. Our Pauls have Tshirts that say "Paul" on them. It's very cute, I should have a picture of all of us together. Anyway, I happened to be wearing this T-shirt one day when I was walking into Wild Oats (a grocery story)and there was a person outside giving free samples of Silk Soy Smoothies (or something similar). Well, I got my free sample and I was chatting with the young man about his product and then I said goodbye and turned to walk away. THEN - I hear him call out from behind me, "Who do you love?!?" Now, I had totally forgotten that I was wearing the shirt and hadn't the foggiest idea what he was talking about. His product? was it a pickup line? I turned slowly and said, "ummm, silk soymilk?" He gave me the weirdest look, "No, you love Paul!" he said laughing. At this point you would have thought that I would have figured it out. But no. I'm Annie, remember. "How did you know that?" I said. This man was cracking up. Anyway, you can guess how the rest went.
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