louissa sinclair

so maybe my family’s crazy. well, we already knew that, didn’t we? but i wake up today and my mum asks me, “do you want to go to pittsburgh today?” and of course i say “yes.”

so i guess we’ll go do laundry, pack, settle the house, and then some of us are off for a long weekend visiting family in pittsburgh and virginia.

and then i’m planning on visiting a friend in minnesota at the end of the month.

don’t ask me when i’ll get a piano schedule going before the beginning of september. maybe i’ll push my starting date back just a bit.

and yes, there was some mean poker playing going on at the sinclair’s last night.

ketchup was yesterday. martha stewart was today. yes, as i made cookies this afternoon, i had almost convinced myself that i could be the next martha stewart. until i realized that i hadn’t put enough butter in and i had doubled the sugar. who does that anyways?

it reminds me of the time that i attempted to make snickerdoodles. i doubled everything except the flour. lets just say it ended up being snickerdoodle all over the oven and not at all in a cookie shape when it was done baking.

not only can i not bake, i can’t clean either.

remember the time i cleaned the whole bathroom with shout? now that’s just stupid. i do want to say that i used shout correctly the other day… i was so proud of myself.

never mind. maybe i’ll dream about something else. martha stewart’s just not working for me.

my mum and i listened to diana krall as we drove tonight. it reminded me of her concert we saw at heinz hall. it’s a nice place.

hmm… maybe i’ll think about going into the ketchup industry. seems like the heinz family isn’t doing too bad.

i have decided that there is nothing more lonely then eating by yourself. especially eating out by yourself. now that’s just depressing.

who likes crazy people?
nobody.
who likes really crazy people?
nobody.
who like psycho people?
everybody!

weird things happen late at night on missions trips. that would be just one of them.

my mother had a birthday today. so we went and saw this lovely house.

there are more photos. a few group shots… enjoy.

i should write more. but i’m too tired and i still have to get ready for worship tomorrow. good night.

so i’m looking to buy one of these… for real cheap like.

you don’t happen to have one lying around, do you?

i’m caught up on my family photos… now to get the spain photos.

i said bye to a friend who is moving. another change. have i ever told you how i hate change? probably. i’m sorry. i’ll refrain from giving my lecture this time.

we spent many hours on the metro in madrid. we usually talked of nothing, but there was one time where I brought up the “5 Love Languages.” some were able to figure out their “love languge” while others, like me, said that they were all 5. it was then brought to my attention that i love to buy gifts for others, but it kills me to spend alot of money on me. gifts…

i’m not saying that that is my “love language,” but i do know that when my dad handed me a card and a gift that had been sent to me while i was away, i teared up. i was so blessed that a couple who lives nine hours away and really doesn’t see me all that much would remember my needs and be praying for me - and then send something to help out.

they came for my sister’s wedding and upon leaving my house sunday afternoon with their two very cute boys, i commented to my sister, “they are two people who i always like being around. they have always been so nice to me.” and it’s true. even way back in ‘99, when i was very annoying, and teased them unmercifully (it was so obvious that they liked each other), they were extremely nice to me. i used to write her letters all the time. i’m still not sure why she took the time to respond to my letters. but she always did and it meant the world to this young girl. he sent me a note once with a little bead (i think i still have it somewhere). how special i felt upon receiving that card.

they say it’s the little things in life… i feel like they have made up so many of those little things in my life. i feel like i’ll never be able to give back to them half of what they’ve given to me.

i am overwhelmed by God’s goodness to me.

oh! blessed english keyboards!

i ate my breakfast on our porch. i have to admit, i was looking forward to haveing cold cereal with real cow milk, but it wasn’t everything i imagined it could be. but being able to look out and see green made it all okay.

i lost my luggage. yes, there was a very happy louissa at JFK yesterday. i was actually very mad, but told myself to get over it. it’s lost - there’s nothing i can do about that. i have my painting though. who needs clothes and film when you have the painting you purchased?

my sister asked me to go down this weekend and visit her for awhile. i would love to. now to make my mom love it so much. : )

and no, i do not have my license yet. i haven’t even taken the 5 hour course. and i know, it’s rather pathetic.

we had our last outreach last night. we leave spain tomorrow morning and arrive in jfk late afternoon.

they always say that you´ll change when you go on a missions trip, but i never believed them. until this trip. and now i´m thinking that what they say might be right. maybe you can change a bit. maybe i´ve changed. i´ll think about this some more.

last night after our outreach at the park, we turned bo bice on nice and loud, opened the car doors, and liz, julia, and i sang and danced for those sitting in the park in front of us. the spaniards loved us, we embarrassed some of our team members, but we had a great time.

i bought a painting the other night. 35 euros. i love it. i was waiting for the right thing and i got it. it´s something i´ll use always. i wish you could all see it. we bought presents for our family. i wish i had enough money to bring a bit of spain home to all of you.

alright. i shall see some of you when i get home. and everyone else, well, i`ll see you sometime.

peace baby.