Notes from my notebook (seriously): Summer supplies. the Green Spot. Green Spot. She is up for it. Basically email Jason Land. Triathalon. Angelina. Martha. Play friday. Friday. Friday. Friday. Older kids. We would be happy. Flashed. I don’t everyone. everyone. Anybody could do it. Flashed. Board meeting Sept 20th. Worth it. 1st of August. We … Continue reading
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Eat my shorts, Duplex!
Oh goodness, what a journey this little adventure has been. We’ve been in the duplex since the beginning of June and it took two months to get it looking how it does now (awesome). I had to wait to post pictures so that my sister would be surprised (which she was) when she got home … Continue reading
Moved!
I made the move to wordpress, because the platform is better there. So… http://www.welderbeth.com ENJOY! Continue reading
Four Years
Four years ago today, I married my best friend. Since then, we have gone to Tenessee, got a dog, moved into a cool townhome, met lots of neighbors, hosted lots of parties, joined a Bible study, joined a housechurch, quit a housechurch, rapped about our day, dog sat, prayed about doing foster care, discovered dog … Continue reading
The Bride of Christ has OCD
(Sidenote: This is my inaugural post on my new wordpress account. I’m trying to import my xanga posts but you basically have to have invented the internet to know how to do it, so don’t hold your breath.) I’ve always had weird these weird (let’s call them) quirks. Lately, I’ve been watching the show “Obsessed” … Continue reading
Time for a Break
I had the opportunity to travel to Costa Rica during the summer 4 or 5 times while I was in high school/college. Sometimes we would do construction work (read: try to weld two pieces of metal together using wires from an electrical socket or knocking the snot out of a wall with a giant hammer) and … Continue reading
Repost:Vonnegut
Sunday, 12 June 2005 “So now my last book is done, with the exception of this preface. Today is November 12th, 1996, about nine months, I would guess, from its publication date, from its emergence from the birth canal of a printing press. There is no rush. The gestation period for a baby elephant is … Continue reading
Babing Suits
As a child in Big Spring, Burger King was affectionately referred to as “Booger King” and to this day, I still pronounces Crayons “crowns”. I’m waiting for the day when I ask someone for some crayons and I get a fistful of tiaras. I (maybe my sister- I don’t remember) used to call bathing suits … Continue reading
Positively Adopted
For those of you who don’t know, my sister is working at an orphanage in Thailand this summer. The orphanage takes in children who have tested HIV+. When I first heard she was going, my heart contracted with fear for her. Aren’t those kids ticking time bombs? Kids bleed all the time. Leah’s going to … Continue reading
The Duplex….
is finito. No, not “finito” in the sense that the faulty wiring in the kitchen light caught on fire and turned our duplex into a towering inferno of doom (yet). And no, we didn’t drive to our landlord’s house and rip up the lease in her front yard (like so many people have told us … Continue reading
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