the term blogging still surfaces middle school memories for me. myspace, flares, braces. But i thought my life finally got interesting enough where my friends and family would want to keep up with it. also this is so i dont have to tell the same story 12 times

if you're reading this, you probably know me well enough to know my middle name and can laugh at my attempt to embrace it .

The Marine and the Hippie



when you're traveling with someone-for an extended period of time you suddenly take on all of the unfun parts of marriage. you bicker and don't get to have make up sex after. you use phrases like, where should we eat, where should we sleep, do we want to run this errand first or skip it for coffee. you brush your teeth together and talk about how the day was while you floss. you learn that other persons preference in food, sleeping arrangements, music, movies, because it effects you as well. we bicker about when we should wake up, or what really was the best decade of music? i couldn't be tired when he was tired because, well we would crash. When im too moody to deal with the waitress he takes over.

there are times i want to crawl in his lap and sleep. there are probably more times i want to push him out of the car, in part because the way we view and define things is quite opposite;He thinks that workouts should be done at sunrise on an empty stomach- and pushed till you want to vomit whats not in your stomach. I prefer to run after you sleep in and have a lite breakfast after your quiet time. He thinks I have an addiction to coffee and use it as a crutch. I think it is God's sweet gift to mother earth. He double bags things to secure his groceries- I would carry them in my arms before i used a plastic. He drives a truck and doesn't mind country. I listen to wilco on vinyl.

I was trying to explain to him the logic of my eating habits - he stared hard and said "sometimes when you talk , its like a train wreck in my head. I dont even know where to begin"


Because our God is unfathomably larger than our worldly boundaries and cultural differences, we made a great team.

I told him when he needed to relax, and be. He told me when I needed to be productive.


On paper, he is your all american country -truck driving- marine- now firefighter still serving his country man. And I- a southern belle. but both of us are running, both of us bitter about what we spent our lives on in the past- both wanting something different than the American dream. He wouldn't tell you he served seven years in the Marines. And when people ask me where I'm from I say Palm Beach.


That's why we worked , Very seldom does a team function well because they have similar backgrounds , it is because they are running in the same direction.


The dynamics of Brandon and I were another way God showed up and proved his faithfulness on this tour

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