i met myself

i miss the living DAYlights out of you.
:haha.
oh yeah. that and i met myself yesterday. shes a nice girl. .. :) ahhaha

o aren't we so exciting?

Some recent snaps* from our lives.




Here is me as a newpaper clipping.. and as a fun-loving cat owner. or... NOT!
Tomorrow I get to go here...
and I plan to meet this little guy. For lunch. >>
to talk about elephants and global warming.

Life and all that jazz...

I am on my way to get coffee before heading to biology.
and i took 30 seconds to read the contents of the lara
bar i just ate ... and then blog about it.

it happened...

coming soon

stacey. hurry...

*
it is on its way.

God created me
to feel pain
to know sorrow
to hurt deeply
to give fully
to love wholly.

It is not in me
to put aside
the burdens of others
to ignore the tears
which slowly,
surely fall.

God made me
a woman,
of Adam's race
to feel
and think
and know.

He did not make me
as a beast, tree,
stone
to accept unquestioning
the grief of a world
torn,
by death and sorrow.

I feel, grieve,
thirst
because he made me-

Different.

A creature meant to know
and be known
to hurt
and be hurt
to love
and be loved

To be set apart.


My soul,
eternal
burns the flame
of passion, grief,
and care
but also nurtures
deep within
my hope, and love,
and prayer.

Peace, that passes
understanding
as tread I now the sod
of earth,
my temporary home
in truth -
a child of God.

I was first made
to serve my Lord
with joy, and faith,
secure
to rest assured,
and live my life
established in
his Word.

And still,
this dying world
I call, 'my home'
and here I am:

ransomed by God
a child of Wonder

bound: to shadowlands.


As trouble makes
my heart-beat
falter
when evil triumphs -
near,

I look upon
all that surrounds me
and know:


I was not made
for here.

thoughts

|miniscule people
with miniature hearts
tiny beats still heard though small
|educated guesses
with death in their hands
consciences crushed though tall
|tears here and there
yet no one cares
about the tears that can't be seen
|cause they're all here to say
we'll save they day
to keep the pretty graves from their dead
(c) stacey bosdosh

announcement

stacey and jen will return to the blogosphere after a brief hiatus to mexico where they will begin a school (square school) which is actually hexagonally shaped - for non-gluten-glucose-consuming children who will have to pass a bread test to get in - they will teach language and provide the children with loofettes and the skills necessary to succeed as visual artwear vendors in a vibrantly challenged universe

oh- they will live in a shack.

until we return,
-jen and stace

[who we are

...just a couple of field hands who aren't

afraid to use a loofa.

brrrrrrrr