kristiapplesauce

Whew, made it.

Dude, last night sucked. I guess I am still kind of in it...since it is still dark time here. But it is 6:00 am and technically a new day, so I am going to claim victory and say that I made it through the night. I sent a prayer message to all our prayer people to pray for me...they probably think I am such a baby but I don't care. This was the first night sleeping here alone. Daniel was on a man trip with our friend Rufus, hunting. He went to get encouraged and refreshed. He sent me a text saying he got a kudu. It costs him 20 rand to send it. Not really. Me...I am a big girl, so figured me and the dogs could figure it out on our own. Nope. I was skerd. So I watched movies and committed the cardinal sin of letting the stupid dogs sleep on the bed with me. I woke up to find that I had popped a breaker because I had too many lights on. That wasn't fun since like I said it is still black outside. But it's okay, I am fine. Safe. No worries. Okay, anyways...so I got a few emails from well wishers telling me to "be safe" and that they were praying for me but my mom always gives me random information in her emails which makes me happy because the everyday life back home is what I miss the most (and today/night I needed something to take my mind off of what I was thinking about) so she was telling me about Hannah - my niece and garage saleing and wrote this: "She's looking for a Ken doll cause her Barbie needs a husband. So that's what we're looking for now." I love my family. Okay, so Daniel comes home on Monday, so please pray for one more night of being alone...I will try not to be all crazy like about it.

explosive

So Mandy has on her blog a story about airport security right now...which got me thinking about this one time when Daniel and I were taking a group of 15 kids to South Africa. It actually was the trip that God spoke to us about our life and changed it for what it is now. But getting there...that is where this story unfolds...mmmwwhhaaaa. (evil laugh). I don't know why I put that. Dramatic purposes. Are you still with me? Okay so as we were wrangling in these 15 teenagers (whom we had just met) that we were supposed to make sure not to get themselves killed on this missions trip all the way across the world that none of us had any idea what we were in for, breathe breathe...the airport security was like "Mam' can you please take your shoes and belt off?" Certainly. So I did and they ran them through that thingy. Then they wiped them off with that white circle paper towel  that smells like alcohol and looks like something that I used to clean my face off with when I was 13. Then they called 8 other investigators over to talk about my shoes. All the while the rest of the passengers where boarded and the gate people were changing the signs for the next arrival. Daniel was fretting because we were in charge of the teenagers...Does he leave his wife; does he go find the kids? The black plastic jacket people are now holding my shoes as far away from their bodies as possible as they put my precious Doc Martins in a box to run another test...only after they take the laces out. The plane is now officially waiting on me. I am like "um??" and then they ask..."Have you been on a farm?" "Yup. My Grandparents own one." Apparently explosives are in disguise as manure. Who knew??

4 feet away from us.