louissa sinclair

my sister is wicked smart and i’m wicked stupid.

she got steven mackintsoh to cooperate.

annoying:

chapped lips
new jeans that don’t fit
links that don’t work
dry roast (that i made)
letters that never make it to the mailbox
spam coming directly to my inbox

happy:

how small potsdam is
new skirt that fits
neighbors that let me walk through their yard
friends who love me
time with my babies

well now, i do believe the Pittsburgh Steelers won last night and i was very happy. i’ll leave it at that.

i held my precious baby jackson for the entire second half of the game. he slept soundly and only stirred when his aunt louissa’s cheering got too loud and crazy. i love him so much. i am a blessed aunt. can you believe that i’ll have a little dunphey niece/nephew in eight months?

he asked me to lead a song last night. and i drew a blank. a worship song? what worship song do i have memorized? this would be the second time he’s asked me and the second time i’ve done the same thing — hand the job over to someone else. afterwards i was told, “you’re supposed to always be ready.” i know, i know. do you think that i wasn’t kicking myself over the whole thing? next time…

i like playing the role as the biggest sister. after lessons and errands, we ran to the Field’s and i bought muffins for the way home. see, i try to make things fun.

i guess this is the thing to decide, so i figured i’d jump in.

forget steven mackintosh, colin firth, and hugh grant, i’m going to marry him:

i’m seeing a pattern here. have i ever mentioned the fact that i really like england?

i’ll sit and wonder of every love that could have been,
if only i could have thought of something charming to say.

according to phil, we have a few more weeks of winter. that is of course, if you believe all that hogwash.

: )

as i walked by the little yellow house i figured i’d drop in and say hello. i then realized that daniel’s mom was supposed to come today and i wondered if she was there already (i’d hate to interrupt on her first day here). i kept walking wondering if i should go in or not and then decided that i could at least peek in the front door and see what was going on inside.

as i walked up to the door, i slipped on the ice and fell right on my back. i got up, looked in the door, saw mrs. paladin’s stuff, and walked away laughing at myself, wondering if anyone had seen me, and hating the house for having so many windows. you see, it doesn’t matter if you’re known to be a bit of a klutz and everyone knows that you’re bound to slip and fall on ice a few times every winter — everytime you do fall, you find it funny but also a bit embarrassing.

anyways. so i ended up not going in and walked the rest of the way home with a soaked and muddy backside. a rather amusing picture.

but it was a lovely walk. it is so warm and completely wonderful out. you really should take a walk as well.