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Hey everybody, I couldn't sleep so I started browsing and found this site. Not much to say about me except I am in full time church ministry and love it, I am single and 27, and everybody seems to want to do something to change that. Except the actual single males. Ha. Oh, and me. Relationships? I haven't attempted one since 2009.
I love antique collecting, crochet, and working on my old 1883 house. I am an "old soul"--not in a creepy, 5 cat, mothball-smelling kind of way though. No worries.
Oh, and I am Southern. To the hilt. As in, I got you down on some fries chicken, fried squash, cat head biscuits, butter gravy, crowder peas, tomato slices, sweet tea, and one wallup of banana pudding. And I learned to shoot in pearls and heels, but just yesterday I hauled my blessed assurance up a 20' ladder to paint my second-story window with my ball cap, denims, and fear of heights. (Fear to the extent that i unashamedly crawled on my hands as knees on the catwalk thing at the air and space museum with visiting Norfolk, Virginia, and went down every single step on my backside of the Currituck, Hatteras, and St. Augustine Lighthouses as a self-conscious teenager..)
Anyways, I find I have a tendency to keep a lot to myself being in a sort of "spotlight" and all--people have their own problems and I hate to throw mine in the bunch many times. So, I hope no one minds if I kind of unload whenever I have the occasional "slump night" that my mint chocolate chip ice cream can't soothe hits. Don't worry-- that and a good Bible reading usually removes my "stink spirit", but hey--sometimes you just gotta let it out.
Sometimes, I have to hold my tongue when I don't really want to. Like the time after my last relationship that went horribly wrong (I would tell you about it, but it almost involved a restraining order and I may yet decide to make a book out of the experience. Clutch your pearls, dear lady readers!) and my best friend got engaged (and all of the rest of my old youth group) and married in the same year and a brother in the church walked right up to me and said, "So, do you realize you are the only single young woman in our church now? You best friend is even engaged. Makes you wonder if it will ever happen you you, doesn't it? I guess after just failing in your last relationship you are destined to be single, huh? Like, what must be wrong with you, three relationships and you're still single and everybody else is engaged. Ouch."
yeah, wow. Thanks for pointing that out.
Thankfully, our Southern "Well, bless your heart," is he perfect answer to those times. Only that phrase can really mean all this:
"How kind! You shouldn't have"
"I feel sorry for you."
"oh, child... No, you didn't just say that ... I'm gonna pretend this did not just happen...."
So anyways... Looking forward to joining in the conversation here!
I love antique collecting, crochet, and working on my old 1883 house. I am an "old soul"--not in a creepy, 5 cat, mothball-smelling kind of way though. No worries.
Oh, and I am Southern. To the hilt. As in, I got you down on some fries chicken, fried squash, cat head biscuits, butter gravy, crowder peas, tomato slices, sweet tea, and one wallup of banana pudding. And I learned to shoot in pearls and heels, but just yesterday I hauled my blessed assurance up a 20' ladder to paint my second-story window with my ball cap, denims, and fear of heights. (Fear to the extent that i unashamedly crawled on my hands as knees on the catwalk thing at the air and space museum with visiting Norfolk, Virginia, and went down every single step on my backside of the Currituck, Hatteras, and St. Augustine Lighthouses as a self-conscious teenager..)
Anyways, I find I have a tendency to keep a lot to myself being in a sort of "spotlight" and all--people have their own problems and I hate to throw mine in the bunch many times. So, I hope no one minds if I kind of unload whenever I have the occasional "slump night" that my mint chocolate chip ice cream can't soothe hits. Don't worry-- that and a good Bible reading usually removes my "stink spirit", but hey--sometimes you just gotta let it out.
Sometimes, I have to hold my tongue when I don't really want to. Like the time after my last relationship that went horribly wrong (I would tell you about it, but it almost involved a restraining order and I may yet decide to make a book out of the experience. Clutch your pearls, dear lady readers!) and my best friend got engaged (and all of the rest of my old youth group) and married in the same year and a brother in the church walked right up to me and said, "So, do you realize you are the only single young woman in our church now? You best friend is even engaged. Makes you wonder if it will ever happen you you, doesn't it? I guess after just failing in your last relationship you are destined to be single, huh? Like, what must be wrong with you, three relationships and you're still single and everybody else is engaged. Ouch."
yeah, wow. Thanks for pointing that out.
Thankfully, our Southern "Well, bless your heart," is he perfect answer to those times. Only that phrase can really mean all this:
"How kind! You shouldn't have"
"I feel sorry for you."
"oh, child... No, you didn't just say that ... I'm gonna pretend this did not just happen...."
So anyways... Looking forward to joining in the conversation here!
