well, i got back safely. now i am going to go and shower and go to wal-mart then a concert. i hope they play the song i am listening to.
leave your comments and take your prayers to God. i am just waiting, trying to eat some breakfast. my count down says zero days and zero hours. just minutes and seconds and those are going down.
let me know that your hear me, let me know your touch…
ugg. the first day went well. but my day on a whole was too long. after work i had about fourty-five minutes before i had to be at church for a mexico meeting. i spent the time driving home, transfering a file, filling out one piece of paper work, and getting some shoes on. the mexico meeting was okay i guess. then i stuffed eggs for three and half hours or so. my left thumb hurts. well, tomorrow is the second day of gold camp and the day that i have to drop all our stuff off to be loaded in the vans. prayer would be appreciated. love and all that stuff to you.
i guess it is time for my daily post. I got a golf cart stuck and unstuck. you might have to ask me about that. um raked, and a little goldpanning. tomorrow is our first gold camp so you can pray that it will go smoothly.
two days, twelve hours, thirty-seven minutes and one second.
edit: ‘”Hey Napolean, give me some of your tots” can only be heard so many times before someone dies.’ i am so funny. i want to be a pirate and have a guard duck.
two days, eight hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-nine seconds.
edit: i finished packing. i got all my clothes and stuff that i need to survive a week in mexico in to ‘one’ bag. see,
well i was going to put a picture of my twenty-four inch duffle bag with my small dakine bag hooked on top, piggy back style, but photo bucket is down.
and here would be a picture of my ‘one’ bag next to my empty fourty-eight inch duffle bag. oh how i wish i had a thirty-six inch bag…
two days, seven hours, thirty-five minutes, and fourty seconds.