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New blog is up!!

January 3, 2008

Well, I thought I wasn’t going to announce my new blog until next week but I’ve been working pretty hard on it this week and I’m ready to get it in motion.  I thought about moving a lot of my post over to it, but….NAH!

I’ll leave this site up for awhile till I can get all my links moved over to the new one.

So as of today I will no longer post from this blog. (I feel like I’m leaving my dog on the side of the road!)

 Please update your records to show GiGi is no longer Girl Gone Wild-Biblestyle.

I’m now 867-5309!

or rather…

http:\\86753oh9.wordpress.com

Go check it out!!

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Stacey’s house

December 15, 2007

My visit with Stacey (and Cat!) was so much fun!  It was also pretty relaxing…which was needed considering I found out (after I got there) that my surgery was cancelled!  Grrrrrr….  I told my husband, ‘I’m too irritated to go home so let’s just stay here and have a mini vacation’.

Stacey and John are hands-down the most generous hosts I’ve ever encountered.  And I’m a missionary kid so I’ve been to TONS of people’s homes….even her kids were kind enough to let us bunk in their rooms.  It was one of those homes that you feel completely comfortable going in the kitchen and helping yourself to whatever.  They definitely have the gift of hospitality.  I would’ve been a wreck had roles been reversed.

From the moment she opened up her front door, she talked to me like she’s known me her whole life and didn’t stop all weekend!  Come to find out she talks a lot when she gets nervous!  Isn’t that a hoot?  She’s a smooth talker too.  Some how I got wrangled into helping her work at her church for a little bit and was completely oblivious to it until it was all over.  She’s that gooooooood!

Cat, her husband Jeff and her youngest actually wanted to do stuff with us too, so that was totally cool getting to know her as well.  Cat’s a little bit of a wild girl (oh yes you are!!) and Stacey kept trying to keep her in line, so I was constantly entertained.

We ended up going to see Santa Friday night.  The funniest side to this was trying to keep my 2 boys from spilling the beans about Santa to Stacey’s son.  My 2 guys are a bunch of fuddy-duddies and never bought the whole Santa story.  Thankfully they think it’s great fun to play along.

Here are Alex, OldMan, and Brandon playing on the Crayola playset while waiting for Santa:
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I love this picture of Stacey doing what Stacey does best!:
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This of course is my very favorite:
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We ended up talking about everything under the moon and then some.  We’ve sworn on our friendship without involving spit or blood and I’m pretty sure I’ve met a life long friend.

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So much to say, but…

December 11, 2007

I’m exhausted.

See, I’ve been too busy laughing at Stacey over at her blog.  She’s a bit excited don’t ya think??

 (hee, hee…love ya, Gidget!)

I want to write about the lack of surgery.

I want to write about one of the most relaxing weekends we’ve had in ages.

I want to write about Stacey.

But…

When we got into town my husband bought me an early Christmas present and this present has been a handful…

Tuckered

Right now she is at the vet hospital with a stomach problem that is now involving the Center of Disease Control.  Long story and I’m just too dang pooped (pun intended) to get any thoughts together.

Before I go, please know that yes, Stacey was a peach.  Cat was sassy fun.  And I have a ton of pictures to show.  So she’s not the only one that had a blast and wants to brag.

 If all goes well and my new puppy is still alive I’ll be back…

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The day has come

December 6, 2007

I can’t believe that I will be sleeping in Stacey’s house tonight!!!!  I’m leaving here in a bit to head on up north.  Not only is she letting me stay with her, but also my whole fam damily!  Yes.  She is that crazy.

I can’t wait to get the whole low down on the real Gidget.  I mean, we met at Silver Dollar City, but geez…it was like speed dating.  Without the dating.  I also get to meet Cat for the first time.  She’s totally slacking on the blogging thing, but she’s got a real job…so there ya go.  Plus I hear she’s skinny…so taking her out….

Not only do I get to interrogate spend hours with Stacey, but I also get to have my head in Dr. January’s lap!

…while a machine gun is shooting God-knows-what at my eyeballs!

Lasik…is it really worth the lap “job”?  I’ll let you know on Monday!

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1 day and counting…

December 5, 2007

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In case you were wondering….

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And in case you were also wondering…no, I’m not going for hair removal surgery…get it?  The bearded guy?

 …oh never mind…..

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Christmas quiz

December 2, 2007

There are a lot of those blogging quizzes going around.  Some are pretty fun, but this one cracked me up!!!


You Are Socks!


Cozy and warm… but easily lost.You make a good puppet.

What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?

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They’re everywhere, they’re everywhere!

November 18, 2007

I got up at the crack of dawn this morning because I realized I hadn’t cooked up the locusts’ for Sunday School.

hee, hee….you read that right. 

Can you guess who we’re talking about?

Our virtue this month is Uniqueness, so this Sunday it’s all about John the Baptist (aka Granola boy – you know he had dreads)

The storyteller is just suppose to ham it up and act like he’s eating some scruptious locusts.  The storyteller will be up on a stage so the kids won’t be too close, sooooooooo I melted some chocolate chips and stirred in pretzel rods.  Tasty, yet nasty.

Anyway…I finished up early so I got online and this story is the first thing I read.  This is the second time I’ve read about the monkey problems India is having.

Ok, Ya’ll!  It’s India.  COME ON!  Almost every animal known to man-kind is running free in that country.  Weird things are bound to happen.  In the last story I read, the government had “released” another kind of monkey to scare off the thieving monkeys.  What?!  Hello….two wrongs don’t make monkeys disappear, people.

The first time I went to India, we came out of the airport and culture shock immediately set in.  I had what felt like 50 million people pulling me one way or the other either asking for money, wanting to touch me, or wanting to take my bags.  Somehow I made it to the van and we pulled out onto the road.  The first thing that blew me away were the gigantic billboards everywhere.  Mostly advertising movies.  I’m telling you, if there were earthquakes in India, the thing that would kill the most people, would be all those billboards coming down. 

The other thing that was hard to process was the amount of animals running freely in the road.  Cows (holy or not), donkeys, monkeys, goats, dogs, birds…oh my Lord, the birds.  Alfred Hitchcock had to have been inspired for his Bird movie after visiting India!  The thieving monkeys, that the article is talking about, love to hang out around the temples.  They also live up in the mountains.  And they’re bigger there.

When it comes to these monkeys, most people just know that the ladies have to stay away from the males.  I’m talking human ladies and male monkeys.  The males can smell tell that you’re a female and they will attack.

For example…

While coming home from school one day, I passed the entryway of our compound and saw what looked like a feeding frenzy.  I believe there were 2 families of monkeys fighting over the garbage.  The sound of my mo-ped caused them to stop in their tracts and look at me.  Once again I found myself praying to God that my mo-ped didn’t stall out.  As it was I was going up a very steep hill and my mo-ped wasn’t the most powerful thing out there.

About 5 of the male leaders turned and started running towards me.  I still had about a city block to go before I got to the garage.  I was freaking out!  I started screaming at the top of my lungs for the dogs…”Quoinker! Snowy! Cooti!” – no, I didn’t name these dogs.

I made it to the garage, the same time that the monkey’s caught up to me.  It was more of an open front tin shed, but those stinkin’ monkeys lined up across the front of the shed blocking anyway out.  They were literally creeping towards me.  I had stopped calling for the dogs because I knew one more yell and they would pounce on me. 

The bigger male was the closest.  He was about 10 feet from me, when he stopped to take a sniff my direction.  I was completely paralyzed with fear and he could smell it.  My heart was racing….but then I heard them.  The monkeys heard them too.  Tearing around the corner came my four-legged heros!  Those monkey’s stumbled over each other trying to get up the Eucy trees.  Old Quoinker almost got the tail of one of them.  There were already 3 other monkeys that were short a tail due to Quoinker. He was one ugly, tough dog.

Needless to say, the dogs ate very well that night and I started parking my mo-ped behind the house.  I can’t imagine how India is going to solve the problem with those thieving monkeys.  More than likely just continue to be frustrated with them and the monkey’s will go on doing what they do best, because that is India.