tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83234722011-06-30T17:28:05.329-05:00“Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.” Proverbs 4:23Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.comBlogger1951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121955516132144982005-07-21T09:09:00.000-05:002005-07-21T09:18:36.140-05:00

OK, I think I need an AA intervention - or at least some good aspirin - wow, I have such a hangover headache. Yesterday was so rough - really rough. I had some people I work with basically tell me how useless I am and that I should be one of the 14K people here who will be laid off in the near future. It was just mean. And I don't get it. Why would anyone be so negative to a colleague? I know

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121751583606069602005-07-19T00:27:00.000-05:002005-07-19T00:39:43.636-05:00

My plane landed safely in Portland. In fact, Hertz didn't have a car with Neverlost (Again), so I waited for a while in their lounge until they had one available and - bada bing! I got a Jag! So I am very happily landed indeed :-)It sounds like things have been a little crazy in just this day. Earle resigned his position - mostly because I think he got sick of being treated like a slave instead

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121434119128990592005-07-15T07:59:00.000-05:002005-07-15T08:28:39.183-05:00

Some days you just wake up and the sun is shining. OK, maybe not outside, but your outlook can be so pleasant. Hmmm... now that I think about it, I usually do have this feeling of serenity when it IS raining. I guess it's the peace of that tappity tap on your windows and the pavement and the slush of the water rolling down the street. I have started my day today with several things in my head

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121352991421597152005-07-14T09:33:00.000-05:002005-07-14T09:56:31.503-05:00

I went down to the fitness center for my weigh in today. Man, I can't believe how far I have come. My doctors said I could get as low as 135, but my personal goal is to be at 150. I think that seems like a reasonable and lifetime achievable goal, whereas 135 may be something I hit once, but I don't think it's sustainable for me. This morning I found out I am only 4.5 pounds away from my goal! Oh

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121231152403336622005-07-13T00:05:00.000-05:002005-07-13T00:05:52.413-05:00

It's been a very interesting day. Some friends have shared some big secrets with me. Problems with health and relationships. Struggles to find their way through life. It makes me wonder why we are so afraid of each other. The things my friends shared were only parts of their lives, they were glimpses of this moment in time. The stresses of today that need to be struggled through and will no doubt

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121180592102478212005-07-12T10:09:00.000-05:002005-07-12T10:03:12.103-05:00

I am sitting here at work trying to find the motivation to do some work, or at least some studying. I have so much to read for class, a paper due on the 25th and a final on the 30th. It seems like I can't possibly get all of that I need to do done between now and the time I fly out to Portland next Monday. And yet I can't seem to focus on even reading a chapter. I know I need to, but geepers I

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121087372430134992005-07-11T07:47:00.000-05:002005-07-11T08:09:32.440-05:00

Greetings friends and loved ones! It's Monday! Rise and Shine!This morning on my way to work I decided to stop in and buy a cup of coffee at Starbucks, partially since I am so early and partially because John was still sleeping when I left and he makes much better coffee than I do. Anyway, as I walked away from the shop I realized - yet again - just how good my life is. I mean, I just spent $4 on

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1121011575066346862005-07-10T10:51:00.000-05:002005-07-10T11:06:15.116-05:00

The Island. It isn't officially released, but they had a sneak preview at the theatre last night. Wow. Oh my goodness. Go see that movie once it is released. Really.So I'll admit I haven't been to many movies at the theatre lately, so I can't provide much as a comparison point for the serious movie-goer. I can tell you that if you like those 70s movies like Logan's Run or West World, the sci-fi

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120852743427479132005-07-08T14:56:00.000-05:002005-07-08T14:59:03.433-05:00

So, I am supposed to be studying for my mid-term tomorrow. But when I got up to get some water, I started to think about Rachel and Jason. I started to think about that book I had in mind all those months ago that I have yet to take the time to begin. I started to think about all of the things that kept me too busy. Then I started to think that maybe I was just afraid to take the first step.

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120835988930164212005-07-08T10:16:00.000-05:002005-07-08T10:19:48.936-05:00

What do our words mean?Do we even know?We leave them on a pageWe type them in a blogAnd there they sitWaitingWaiting to be readWaiting to be heardSounding different than what we saidDepending on the readerDo we use them to hurtTo scarTo helpOr to healThey are our wordsAnd when we share themThey leave our markFor good or illLet mine be lightsLet mine be beaconsLet mine show loveAnd let me mean it

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120753096149057612005-07-07T11:09:00.000-05:002005-07-07T11:18:16.156-05:00

We have learned that Bill has Pancreatic cancer. It's sad. He goes in next week to see if it is operable or not. Hopefully all will go well there. I've been thinking about him a lot these past few days. It's so funny to see my 90 year old grandmother still kicking and being as stubborn as ever and realize that lately I have seen people half her age not make it. It makes you wonder about the

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120444855183926272005-07-03T21:18:00.000-05:002005-07-03T21:40:55.190-05:00

Well, I don't suppose it matters since he already has a 90 year old flirting with him. Ha! We had a great time at the party and Grandma reminded John that he was going to be hers once I got too old for him. What a woman!It was great to see everyone again. I haven't seen Aunt Martha or any of her branch of the family tree since my grandfather died in 1991. So it was great to see them again, and

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120402843270304942005-07-03T09:49:00.000-05:002005-07-03T10:00:43.280-05:00

We are in Jersey and having a great time. Yesterday we decided to spend the day visiting odd places in Jersey instead of going into the city. We knew if we did we would just get sucked in and then of course I would be tempted to spend all kinds of money we don't have on Broadway. So we avoided the city until next time when we can go and really enjoy it. Instead we visited my grandparents

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120194118704546132005-06-30T23:31:00.000-05:002005-07-01T00:01:58.716-05:00

As I finish up my packing for our trip to visit with the extended family in Jersey, there are a few things on my mind that I will try to work through as I go on the trip.The first is a curiosity about what has happened to the self-esteem of the women in America? I look around and the blogs of my friends and relatives and on those written by women I have seen a recurring theme of self doubt. I see

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120142547448757222005-06-30T09:41:00.000-05:002005-06-30T09:42:27.446-05:00

If you have a minute in your day, please pray for my friends Bill and Gayle Able. We find out today if Bill has pancreatic cancer and I know they are both afraid even though they are holding strong to their faith. Prayers are always welcome.

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Just having fun! Can you believe how nutty my body is? Thank God for Martha telling me I should go to the doctor to have this checked out. I mean staph - Geeze!So, I'm fine, but really over being paranoid about going to the doctor. I mean Thank God, right? He said I had either a little cyst or boil that I didn't even notice. Then somehow it got infected by the staph in my body and boom -

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1120064211405834972005-06-29T11:37:00.000-05:002005-06-29T11:56:51.450-05:00

OK, I admit it, I don't like bugs. But hey, not many people have an affinity for them, so I don't feel all that bad. I'm actually not afraid of the bugs I should be afraid of though - like spiders and such which can be poisonous. No, I'm afraid of those water bugs, those 2 inch roaches with wings that attack in the night, that get up on their hind legs to run across the floor, that won't die no

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119987589956708782005-06-28T14:39:00.000-05:002005-06-28T14:39:49.966-05:00

Iced Carmel Macchiato.Need I say more?

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119972784467351902005-06-28T10:21:00.000-05:002005-06-28T10:33:04.490-05:00

I remember hearing women talk about the cycles of the moon when I was younger. It was a code for the menstrual cycle. Presumably based on the fact that for women who are in tuned with nature, as I understand it, they are likely to track their cycle to that of the waxing and waning moon. Now-a-days though, most of us are on the pill or patch or something to regulate our cycles and determine the

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119621936210678452005-06-24T08:25:00.000-05:002005-06-24T09:05:36.266-05:00

I spent last night hanging out with my friends. It was amazing how much better I felt by the end of the evening. Having people who will listen to you without judging is something I think we all need. What's more in many cases I worry about getting specific when I talk about friends - I don't want to say anything negative that might influence someone's opinion of someone else. But you know, I'm

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119553182075892492005-06-23T13:39:00.000-05:002005-06-23T13:59:42.110-05:00

I'm listening to her new CD today. Well, it's an old CD - Jagged Little Pill - that she re-released in an acoustic version. I'm really enjoying this. It sounds very different and it makes me think about our journey in life. I don't know Alanis, I don't really keep up with pop culture, so all I can say about her as a person was that I liked her performance in that movie where she played the role

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119542621499481042005-06-23T09:54:00.000-05:002005-06-23T11:03:41.566-05:00

Like I could stop this. After yesterday's post I thought I might just give myself a week or so before blogging again, just to step back and get a grand picture. But after reading the posts from you guys this morning, I feel much better about being here and sharing life. And besides, if I don't blog it just means I'd have to send you all e-mails and then I'd never get any work done!I do have

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119452322926970372005-06-22T09:20:00.000-05:002005-06-22T09:58:44.616-05:00

It has been an interesting week. Very enlightening. I think I always get a bit introspective when I am faced with death - only natural I'm sure. But the interesting thing for me this week is that instead of looking at myself, I've been spending more time looking at those around me and their struggles. The world of the blog allows us each to get things off of our chests that we may otherwise hold

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119258080241026052005-06-20T03:36:00.000-05:002005-06-20T04:01:20.250-05:00

I'm awake tonight thinking about death. It's impact on the living. It's different shapes and types. How it affects us all so differently.I've been listening to my sister-in-law Michelle write of the sorrow she is feeling in watching her sister's husband Paul pass. He is suffering and in pain. No one wants to let him go, but they do want him to find peace again. I've only met him a few times, but

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1119236499654639912005-06-19T21:55:00.000-05:002005-06-19T22:01:39.663-05:00

Goodnight sweet Jennifer. You were a woman of beauty and strength. Your faith inspiring and your smile contagious. I will think of you always with love and beauty. I will see your strength and your humor. I will see your open heart and open mind. You are a beautiful woman. I hope I can be half the woman you are. I know you are at home now resting with your Lord. But I will miss you all the same.

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118954207765596422005-06-16T15:35:00.000-05:002005-06-16T15:36:47.770-05:00

Isn’t it amazing how we let our finances control so much of who we are? We let them take up so much of our thoughts and concerns. But then, we hear news from a friend and think – wow, money problems are ok – at least I have a happy marriage. I mean if John and I go broke and live under a bridge somewhere, it would be ok as long as we have each other. And the fact is, John’s parents are so giving

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118858985633381182005-06-15T13:09:00.000-05:002005-06-15T13:09:45.640-05:00

I have spent the last few weeks in contact with extended family for the first time in years. My grandmother’s 90th birthday is on the horizon and we are trying to get things prepared. My job is, of course, to put together a few picture boards. It is amazing to look back at our old pictures and see how people have changed and how others have stayed the same.I had the photos all mounted last night

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118778183724439312005-06-14T14:38:00.000-05:002005-06-14T14:43:03.730-05:00

I saw this posted on Heather's blog and had to give it a try myself. I found it amazing that the result was exactly what Ken calls me - a post modern - so I thought I would share in case anyone else wanted to give it a whirl. What are you - either in reality or according to the test?What's your theological worldview?You are Emergent/Postmodern in your theology. You feel alienated from older forms

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118695103070856732005-06-13T15:33:00.000-05:002005-06-13T15:38:23.076-05:00

I just gave blood and I'm feeling kind of woozey. It's funny. I wonder if the weight loss has anything to do with it. I didn't used to have trouble giving blood, but I am really light headed. The good news is next time they have the blood drive at work I can sign up not only to give blood, but that whole plasma, white blood cell thing too. It takes longer, but from what I understand it is more

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118684610554644202005-06-13T13:23:00.000-05:002005-06-13T13:58:26.603-05:00

My ideas of fat have really been changing lately and I thought I would add that to my chronicles here...When I weighed 90 pounds more than I do now, I knew I was over weight. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing but ugly. But I didn't think I was "fat". That is what my birth mother was, and I couldn't possibly look that bad, could I? I looked around me at the women in my life and in some, I saw

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118597807676045952005-06-12T12:15:00.000-05:002005-06-12T12:36:47.683-05:00

There is one specific story about the KKK demonstration that I want to share. I was standing outside the coffee shop and there were only 2 or 3 people left. Most of the church crowd dispersed around 1:30, once the KKK rally had been running for an hour. Four teenage girls walked up with colorful, hand- painted signs that said “Jesus Loves Us All” and “Peace” and “Together we can end Racism”. They

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118596484850655272005-06-12T12:14:00.000-05:002005-06-12T12:14:44.856-05:00

You learn a lot at political and social events. Sometimes it just opens your eyes to see things you already knew were there and other times it sheds light on things you didn’t even know existed. I attended a protest in Tomball yesterday. There were 2 protests happening simultaneously. One was set up in a protest area just across the street from the gathering hall the KKK was using. The groups and

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118414275458755112005-06-10T09:30:00.000-05:002005-06-10T09:37:55.466-05:00

I went to the doctor yesterday and it was just great! Here are my latest stats...Before surgery, my cholesterol was 233, it is now 188.Before surgery, my weight was 250, now it is 161.Before surgery, my body fat was 44%, now it is 26%.My iron, protein, vitamin levels and everything are right on track! Yippee!I still can't believe that it has only been 8.5 months and I have lost 89 pounds! My goal

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118327228836811132005-06-09T09:26:00.000-05:002005-06-09T09:27:08.836-05:00

Just thought I would share. :-)

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118327180671738972005-06-09T09:21:00.000-05:002005-06-09T09:26:20.680-05:00

It's no big deal, but I was feeling a bit odd about my last post so I re-read it and realized I mis-typed a detail. I left home 3 days after high school, not 3 days after college. It's probably no big deal, but I want to be honest and for me, it makes a big difference in my level of maturity at the time. I think if I had been 21 that summer, it would have been much different.

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118254905139017102005-06-08T13:20:00.000-05:002005-06-08T13:21:45.150-05:00

I was so intrigued by your question, Michelle, that I thought I would devote a post to the answer. Also, maybe it will explain a few things about me.I was a Turbo-Chrisitan. It is a term I coined to describe a period of time in my life. I have never, and would never, use it to describe anyone else because I can’t know their hearts – I can only know my own. So why did I come up with this phrase?

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118150221644635452005-06-07T08:10:00.000-05:002005-06-07T08:17:01.650-05:00

A friend asked me what I would think about being Baptized. Interesting. I'm not sure. On one hand, I was baptized as a baby since I was raised Catholic. Then, when I rebeled against my parents in my teen years and became what I lovingly refer to as a Turbo-Christian, I was baptized again - twice actually, once at a Power Team convention and once off of Clearwater beach. So I guess the question is

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118084711974617742005-06-06T14:04:00.000-05:002005-06-06T14:05:11.980-05:00

You know those days when you have a lot to do, and you really should get started on it, but the motivation just isn’t there? Have you had weeks like that too? How do you get out? I have been in such a work slump since I have gotten home, I just don’t want to be here. I mean, I do want to be here – much better here than not – it’s just that I can feel my brain clicking through any excuse I can

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1118067895443406612005-06-06T09:23:00.000-05:002005-06-06T09:24:55.446-05:00

I got this e-mail from my dad this morning, man, it was the best way to start the day! He wrote it in response to my "I blame my father" post from a month ago. Man, it is awesome to have someone love you this much!Jzer,There are no words available to tell you how much I love you. I always wished I could have made things easier for you, Holly and Rick after the divorce. But all I could do was work

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1117738247080710392005-06-02T13:46:00.000-05:002005-06-02T13:50:47.086-05:00

Well, it took me a bit longer to recover from my trip than I thought it would, so it’s been a while since my last posting. Honestly, I still don’t feel quite back to normal, but I hear that it can take up to two weeks to re-adjust and well I’m doing pretty well for being a week out. So much has been going on this week between trying to catch up with family and friends, let alone work. So, here is

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1117113679028868482005-05-26T08:14:00.000-05:002005-05-26T08:21:19.033-05:00

Well, I have definitely had an adventure of a lifetime, but now it's time to come home. I spent today roaming around the electric city area to get the last of my work done and then spent time picking up a few things people had asked me to get them. The funniest part is that I think I spent the most time picking out something I know absolutely nothing about, but it was a lot of fun anyway. I have

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1117075326777587882005-05-25T21:26:00.000-05:002005-05-25T21:42:06.783-05:00

Well, it wasn't quite the meal in France, but man it was fun! My colleagues here took me out for dinner as is typical here - they say that the hours after 7pm are even more important than the hours after 7am to build relationships with colleagues. We went to a local restaurant that serves what they call - the new Japanese food - so it wasn't traditional food, but food with a flair.We started with

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116857179553257102005-05-23T09:02:00.000-05:002005-05-23T09:06:19.556-05:00

I’m the first to admit that my workout routine isn’t exactly regular. Sometimes I work out a lot in a week and some weeks I’m lucky to get in 2 sessions. One thing about these overseas trips is that I tend to walk a lot, so putting in time in a gym doesn’t seem very necessary. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from putting in a few laps at the pool, but I feel justified in avoiding the stair

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116856937191280452005-05-23T08:55:00.000-05:002005-05-23T09:02:17.196-05:00

Don't ask me how, I think it is purely an act of God. I got a "B" as my final Stats grade! Ahhhhhh! Wooooop! Ironically, I only got a 75% on my final for the Econ class which I had been Acing. Fortunately, going into the final my grades were high enough that I got n "A" as my final grade in that class.Man, I have no idea how I pulled a B out of statistics. Part of me wants to write to the

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116722413400562332005-05-21T19:39:00.000-05:002005-05-21T19:40:13.406-05:00

My heart was heavy and my mind wanderingSo I read the blogs and felt homeThen I hurt and felt painSo I prayed for an answerAnd God answered quicklyE-mailE-mail?E-mailIt is a way to be home in a far away landIt is a way to reach out for helpFor loveTo hear the voices of reasonTo hear the voices of TruthTo remember why we are hereTo loveEven in E-mailWhat a world

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116680950460337332005-05-21T07:52:00.000-05:002005-05-21T08:09:10.593-05:00

That was fun! I just got lost in Taipei and it was amazing. They have these night time markets here and I figured I could go down there and find some postcards and things and have a fun night wandering around the streets of Taipei. So I got a map and directions to the subway. Well, I've been doing this wandering in strange cities for a while now, so I've gotten pretty good at it - of I thought I

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116665166589591302005-05-21T03:44:00.000-05:002005-05-21T03:46:06.590-05:00

I have arrived safely in Taipei - let the shopping begin! Ha!

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Well, I broke down yesterday and went shopping. It happens every trip and yesterday I attribute it to post-traumatic stress or whatever else will keep John from getting mad at me. Oh, who am I kidding, like John cares at all about money – it’s so I don’t beat myself with a wet noodle.I found some great little Christmas gifts for family and my big splurge was on this amazing tea set for John and I

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Just wanted to thank everyone for putting up with my insanity this week. Just what we needed, more proof I’m not a saint – cause I know you were starting to wonder – Ha! Anyway, I keep thinking that it is in times of stress that our true nature emerges and I wonder what this experience has said about me? The fact is, when I was standing there in Singapore, all that ran through my mind was what

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116468715634432992005-05-18T20:57:00.000-05:002005-05-18T21:11:55.643-05:00

It is amazing what a few hours of sleep can do for you. Man, I feel like a million bucks. Of course, in a hotel room like this, who wouldn't? The bed is amazing, the room is amazing, the curtains are mechanically operated by a switch next to the bed, there's a tv in the bathroom and a biday (not sure how to spell that, much less how to actually make use of it), ahhh, life could be a lot worse.So

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116415293694768742005-05-18T06:16:00.000-05:002005-05-18T06:21:33.703-05:00

I wrote this today at the airport. Prior to my arrival in Hong Kong where it turns out I didn't actually have a hotel reservation. The travel agent booked me in China by mistake. So tonight's hotel bill is... drum roll... $400USD! Because by the time I got here, I just didn't know what else to do. I am completely drained. Still grateful, but I just feel awful to cost my department so much money

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1116341343696311142005-05-17T09:27:00.000-05:002005-05-17T09:49:03.703-05:00

It is amazing how much you can pack into a few days when you have to. I've been to jungles and markets and walked the city streets and ridden subways and seen city hall and oh yeah, worked and shopped and all of that too. I have tried a variety of dishes and though I have enjoyed the new flavors, I have to admit that this is the first time that my surgery has really been a stumbling block for me.

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On the plane I think I wrote 10 different blog posts in my head. From this GREAT book I am reading that I will definitely be posting about soon - to how much more comfortable and at home I feel in Asia than I did in Europe - to some new thoughts on God and humanity and how I want to understand other religious beliefs more. I was writing a little post in my head with a broad smile on my face as

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1115995635973925932005-05-13T09:39:00.000-05:002005-05-13T09:47:15.980-05:00

So I'm sitting here at the President's Club at the airport. This is pretty cool. It sure makes that 2 hours they want you to arrive prior to international flights go a lot faster. They have wireless internet and free coffee and even bagels, though I try not to eat those anymore - too much bread and not enough protein.Anywhooo, I am looking forward to the trip today. I'm really glad to start it

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ZZZZZzzzzz....zzzzzzzzz.... zzzzzOh, sorry, guess I fell asleep for a minute there. Man, I am dragging today. My body just can't take all of this excitement. I'm not made to be a party girl anymore. I have outgrown it. Now I'm just tired. Dang.We went out last night to celebrate Misty's birthday. Went to Bob's Casa Ole and had the yummy spinach stuffed chicken - man I love that stuff. Then Misty

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1115835713252306622005-05-11T13:10:00.000-05:002005-05-11T13:21:53.446-05:00

I have finally done it! I finally broke out of the 170s~~~~It took two months, but I have finally gotten below 170. Yippeee!OK, so I don't have any room to complain. I was scheduled to lose 100 pounds in the first year. It is now, let's see... 7.5 months and I have lost 80 pounds. Man that is so cool. 80. That's almost Aunt Nancy. Ahhh, what a relief. It just feels good to see those numbers

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Well, it happened again tonight. I guess this is a sign that I have been getting more daring with my food choices. I got home tonight and had some chicken - no problem. Then I decided to have a post-protein treat and eat a toasty cracker with this cheese dip on it from Saturday night's Bunko. I took the first bite and thought, hmmmm, this isn't quite right. But hey, it's one cracker with cheese,

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1115671045559995402005-05-09T15:32:00.000-05:002005-05-09T15:37:25.566-05:00

I just wanted to post a sigh of relief *Sigh*It is amazing how much better I feel now that my finals are done. I mean seriously, I feel like I suddenly have free time and I am relaxed and it is just amazing! I didn't realize how much that Stats class really stressed me out. Man, thank goodness it's over. So now comes the hard part...I've changed a lot this year as far as goals and priorities.

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OK, I have hereby decided that while I am allowed to go globe trotting as I please, John has to stay home and wait for me. No, I mean it, he left this morning at 6 am and all I can think about is going home to an empty house tonight. It's just wrong. He isn't allowed to leave town without me. I know, Aunt Nancy and Misty will keep me company, but I have to sleep in our bed without him. I don't

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1115391197840155662005-05-06T09:48:00.000-05:002005-05-06T09:53:17.846-05:00

First - the good news. I have on my Master's t-shirt! I bought it when my dad and I went to the golf tournament in Augusta a few years ago. It didn't fit at the time, but it was the largest they had and I wanted something to remember this once in a lifetime trip with my Dad. I mean hey, it's not every daughter who gets to take her dad to Mecca, you know? Well, today I woke up and looked in my

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1115243118249883452005-05-04T16:39:00.000-05:002005-05-04T16:45:18.256-05:00

Hi Everyone!I am officially an Aunt once again! My brother Jason and his amazing wife Jennifer have just had a beautiful baby girl! Jenni was past her due date, so they induced her this morning at 8 am Eastern and at 4:05 pm Shannon Elizabeth Beaird was born! Yippee! She is 8 pounds, 9 oz and 21 inches long. Welcome to your crazy family Shannon!One of the many fun aspects of this new life is that

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Ahhhh, I am home again. Back in the office. Back with my husband. Drinking iced beverages and watching bad American television. Ahhhh....The funny thing is, after all of my adventures, I didn't feel much inspired to write anything on my first few days back. Then this morning I read an article in that column of Mark Morford's that I have mentioned previously. Today's article is about What's on

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1114729706526852492005-04-28T18:07:00.000-05:002005-04-28T18:08:26.526-05:00

What a divine night. I had a meeting tonight with a colleague, Franck and it was the first time for us to meet, though we have worked together for a few months now. We have always enjoyed a rather friendly and intimate relationship as is usual with the Frenchmen I have met. They are certainly not timid anyway.We had dinner here at the hotel. He raved about how I would love it and I was nervous

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What can I say about today. It was a good day. I was a bad girl, but I know John will love me anyway. I didn’t go too far overboard and that’s good, but a whole day shopping, even when it is for work is bound to lead to a little weakness with all of that temptation around you. Quite honestly I’m a bit shocked its taken me this long to break down. Then again, maybe not.The wonderfully insightful

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1114613577862132562005-04-27T09:52:00.000-05:002005-04-27T09:52:57.863-05:00

OK, you know how all of you wanted to be my personal assistant? Well I think the next goal for you is going to be a line forming to kill me. This place is amazing! I am sitting on the balcony (and I mean 20 x 20 with 2 lounge chairs, a table and chairs and plenty of room for a party) overlooking the park and carousel, just under the French Alps. Hate me. It’s ok, I would hate you  Just kidding!

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I am on my way to France now, finally the last leg of my journey. I am looking forward to it, I hear the hotel where I will stay is utterly amazing. I cannot wait to discover it myself. I also look forward to the wine, I had mostly coffee in Italy, but I am ready for some wine again. Traveling past these mountains is just breathtaking. I do wonder how people live here though. They all have these

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1114539450933611272005-04-26T13:17:00.000-05:002005-04-26T13:17:30.933-05:00

OK, I thought it would be easy to live without ice. I mean, it’s just frozen water, no big deal right? Man, I would pay $10 just for a little glass of coke with ice. OK, $20. Please? My brother, David would love it here. He hates ice in his drinks and sometimes people look at him like he’s strange. Not here. He would fit in just fine. Well, that and the fact that half the vehicles on the road are

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1114539418470090332005-04-26T13:16:00.000-05:002005-04-26T13:16:58.473-05:00

I saw my sister today. Not once, not twice, but everywhere I went. I used to think that between us she was the more German and I the more Italian. But today I have seen I am very wrong. She is everywhere I turn. 13, 58, 29, the age doesn’t matter, I just keep seeing her. And I am mesmerized by the beauty. A beauty I do not see often enough. A beauty that hides away inside even when I do see the

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I spent the weekend with Reggie’s parents in Switzerland, what a blast! First, they are an amazing couple. After over 40 years of marriage they are still very clearly in love – like Ron and Linda. It just amazes me to see how they communicate and share. I feel for Reggie though, my goodness! Her father clearly adores her and worships the ground she walks on. But her mother, aye carrumba! She is a

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1114440097570545202005-04-25T09:41:00.000-05:002005-04-25T09:41:37.570-05:00

When I went to Memphis the other week, I heard a lot from people how miserable John was without me. It was kind of touching and a little scary. I worried that maybe he has become too dependant on me. Not that I plan to go anywhere, but I want him to have faith in himself and know how truly strong he is as a person.Honestly, I missed him a bit, but not too much. I was busy with work and enjoying

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1114160462068396262005-04-22T03:47:00.000-05:002005-04-22T04:01:02.070-05:00

Ah, here I am, in a beautiful land. I had originally thought that I would go to Nuremberg to see the gas chambers. To experience what is sure to be a life changing moment when I see with my own eyes what genocide can be and how it can exist in our world. Then I walked around down town yesterday. Beautiful. Just beautiful. The architecture. The people. The art. Now I know I will spend today in

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I flew to Munich this morning. Ah, Marriott, let me count the ways I appreciate you... from the high speed internet to the television with more than 2 channels to the pretty furniture and peaceful room. Ahhh, this is nice.The hotel in London was in a cool spot - right next to Piccadilly Circus on Coventry, but by about 3am I was wondering how my ear plus were so effective against John's snores

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i made it. i'm in a mcdonalds at an internet cafe. my hotel only has dial up. it is funny ith the big old fashioned tub and plumbing.but i am in picadilly and it is fabulous. i am the luckiest girl on the planet - ever!3 minutes left on my internet card - better sve this quick!be well everyone, i miss you already!

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Sunday Morning. I should be getting some homework done or answering some of that e-mail I missed from work last week. I leave tonight on my European tour. I can't believe the time is actually here. I'm not sure if I'll have time to blog there - I sure plan not to, but then again, I'm sure I will be surrounded by inspiration. I think I have everything packed. Of course, half of it is Wiley and

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1113379628520500322005-04-13T02:53:00.000-05:002005-04-13T03:07:08.523-05:00

We got a tour of the Fed-Ex hub here in Memphis tonight, uh, this morning, uh whatever. That place rocks! They do more between 11pm and 2am than I do all day! I was salivating just thinking about coordinating the logistics for that place. Man, what a system they have going. It really made me appreciate the $20 bucks it costs to send a letter overnight and really makes me wonder how they do it so

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Wow, it has been days since I last blogged. It feels like forever. My husband and I had a pretty fun conversation about the nature of blogs the other day and how for many of us, this is really just an on-line journal. Nothing too creative or exciting, but a way for people who are interested to learn more about us. Ironically, for me it is somewhat of a ritual as well. The time I sit before the

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1112798974793729522005-04-06T09:30:00.000-05:002005-04-06T09:49:34.793-05:00

I get this bi-weekly newsletter from the San Francisco gate. It is a WAY Liberal paper that sometimes even gets too liberal for me. Today's article made me do some thinking though. It made me really think about how non-Christians perceive me. Am I a person that makes other people look at Christianity as an abhorrent, ritualistically club that they don't want to belong to? Or am I a person who

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1112669071192006002005-04-04T21:37:00.000-05:002005-04-04T21:44:31.193-05:00

John had his interview this morning with the manager at my starbucks. It sounds like it went well. They are looking for people to be on the management track, so that sounds promising. He has a second interview scheduled for Thursday. Ironically, the lady that interviewed him used to work in a print shop herself for years. When she first came to Starbucks she was there working on her degree

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1112624387264643502005-04-04T09:09:00.000-05:002005-04-04T09:19:47.266-05:00

My back is sore today. I think it is from the shoes I wore on Saturday. It was a little stiff all day yesterday, but this morning it is all pinched up. The good news is that this is the first time since my surgery I have had any back issues - yippee! So, I think as long as I take care of it over the next few days it should be fine. I may end up wearing my sneakers all day, but what the heck -

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Wow, you know, sometimes a little time can be such a blessing. I was so worried about statistics and my grade, that it seemed so important. I was ready to give up all of my joy just for a silly grade and a silly class and a mere few months of time and few hundred dollars of cost.So, fortunately, I have the blessing of being surrounded by people who help me to keep my perspective and remind me

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Let me start by saying this is not an April Fools joke. I am in shock. I am pissed off. I feel a little lost. I just got back my mid-term grade from the statistics class I have been complaining about lately. 70. 70! I never get that low of a grade. I just can't even believe this.Of course, we get that grade now, with just a month to go, when it's too late to drop the course. Dang it! I cannot

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1112369994568364612005-04-01T09:30:00.000-06:002005-04-01T09:39:54.570-06:00

When I was younger, I blamed my father for all sorts of things. I blamed him for the fact that I had to work 2 and 3 jobs at a time to pay my way through school, while my friends had all the time in the world to study or play. I blamed him for my weight since his constant nagging did nothing but make me want to eat more. I blamed him for my sadness because he married a woman who didn't like me. I

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Saturday night Earle and I are going to the annual Human Rights Campaign Gala event. It is a masquerade ball being held to raise money for HRC. Our company is getting an award from them, so we were able to get spots at the company table. Unfortunately there isn't enough room for spouses, so John doesn't get to join us. It is a black tie event, so it promises to be a lot of fun. I just have to

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1112210659341606792005-03-30T13:17:00.000-06:002005-03-30T13:24:19.343-06:00

I booked my second international tour today. I can't believe I am actually preparing for these trips!So I head out in April to London, Munich, Milan and Lyons. Along with a side trip to St. Galen to visit with Reggie's parents. Then I'm off in July to Asia with stops in Singapore, Beijing, Seoul and Tokyo. I was almost going to be able to add Melbourne, but budget constraints being what they are,

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1112107043995339862005-03-29T08:23:00.000-06:002005-03-29T08:37:23.996-06:00

Well, here I am, another day down the path of life. I'm kind of in a funny place with this whole weight loss journey. I'm happy. That's not the funny place :-) I mean I am really happy with my body, with how it feels and how it looks in Dana's shorts and the fact that I can cross my legs. My posture is very different these days.Then I think about my weight and I get stuck. I checked this morning

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It has been a quiet day. A day inside my head. Nancy's puppy Scout passed this morning. I am blessed to be able to work from home when needed, so I spent the day here talking to her when she needed a shoulder - and when I did. By 11 I was antsy, so I started digging the grave. It was easier than I thought it would be. Of course John finished when he got home, that last few inches is the hardest.

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Oh My Goodness, I just actually had fun trying on clothes. I mean, it was a pleasant experience to try things on and look in the mirror. I mean, when I picked things to try on, instead of being way too small, they were hanging from my hips. I mean, the size 16 I am wearing today, right now, was too big when I tried on skirts and dresses in that size. I am down to a size 14. I am down to a Large

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1111602136722088902005-03-23T12:13:00.000-06:002005-03-23T12:22:16.723-06:00

I used to have clothes. I thought I never had anything to wear, but I was wrong. Very wrong. Today I realized how much smaller my wardrobe has become. I have a meeting with a manager a few levels up and while I don't feel the need to dress excessively, I do want to look good and feel good about how I look. Not a day for jeans.Well, the only thing new I've purchased is jeans. But the skirt that

Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11545444114923176187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323472.post-1111502385802161762005-03-22T08:28:00.000-06:002005-03-22T08:39:45.806-06:00

It is amazing how little it takes to brighten the day. Just a few words or a smile in the eyes and things can seem to be a bit better. I was blessed to have a day like that yesterday - several times in fact. When I went to lunch I ran into two of my previous supervisors. When I saw Alicia, she said at first she didn't recognize me. I haven't told her my story of how I came to look so different.

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For today's lunch, I didn't have any plans and I had a meeting at 11 and another at 1, so I decided to head down to the cafeteria. Usually, I get a small container of salad with mostly turkey and cheese. But a wise friend asked me why I bother with salad when I'm supposed to be ensuring a high protein intake, sooooo, I decided to see what else is available. We have a carver station where they

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Wow, what a journey! It was more than I'd hoped for and all I could ask for. I'll give you a few of the highlights.When one man was told by someone that she didn't think the military belonged in Iraq and she didn't agree with what was happening there, his response was, "Your Welcome". Wow! What a statement. He ssid , "It is for her right to have an opinion that I was there and since she has the

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So I head out to Oklahoma tomorrow to interview some soldiers. I really need to spend some time today in planning. What will I ask, what is the heart of the matter, that kind of thing. If you could ask a soldier who had been to Iraq anything you wanted, what would it be? Let me know and maybe I'll get an answer for you :-)

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It's 2pm. I'm starving. Innocently ;-) I IM Earle to let him know. He responds, I have a carb bar. I am suspect since he usually has twizzlers. He asks me to meet him. 10 minutes. Cyber Cafe. I arrive. He has the bar. Snickers Marathon - Multi-grain crunchy. (Barry White playing in the background)Oh, yeah, this is it. You've come a long way baby. Yeah...

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January in San Diego 

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So, I just got back from the gym. I went down for my monthly weigh in. According to the scale down there I am at 175. I looked at my little file and the record of my weight loss. I started at the gym in November and I was already down to 220 at that point. So then I thought back to my surgery date and realized that March 30th will mark my six months post-op. I have already dropped 75 pounds. 75.

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Just a brief follow up. Dana and Jules made it back safely from their cruise. As I predicted, they had a fabulous time and just enjoyed being away. The good news is they are getting 50% of their money back and 25% off of a future cruise. Not too bad for a week away from it all being waited on and eating all kinds of yummy food. I am so glad they were able to enjoy the time and even more glad that

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Our church did this outside the box type of service yesterday. We went to a local church that had a labyrinth outside. Not made of bushes or anything like that and not a maze. It is simply an area or ground, in this case like a foundation of concrete that had a path painted on it. There is only one path and you follow it to the center by twisting around and back and forth and across and zig

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So, I created this blog to record the good the bad and the ugly of surgery, so here comes the ugly part. But the good news is, even the ugly can show you how wonderful your friends are.I joined my friends yesterday for the AIDSWalk Houston. Man, it was a gorgeous day and I started the morning so happy to be there and happy for friends from different paths to have an opportunity to meet. We

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What a beautiful day here in Houston. The weather was nice, blue skies, a cool breeze, warm enough for a t-shirt and jeans. So I took a few minutes of studying to sit out on our fabulous hammock (thanks Wiley!) and tried to review a few chapters out there. Well, that didn't work very well since I didn't get much studying done, but it worked very well as far as making me happy.I was so comfortable

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Hey SpectorDan, if you read this... I have been trying to post a comment to your new ministry blog and it isn't working and I don't have your e-mail and I have so much to say and it just touched me so much and I am intrigued by your words and the goal of your ministry and what led you there and how you try to help and why not cross dressing and how do you work with them and how can we help and

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