Destination II (the sequel)

My destination was the beach...

My dream of waves and shore will be postponed a bit longer it seems.
The privelage of responsibility brings the voice of accountability and this voice advised against the plans for this week. Submission is not always easy but is always blessed. Instead a girl and I will go to NH and see my parents. Instead of the ocean we will wach the current of the mighty Pemiguwasset River; Instead of sand there will be the rolls and peaks of the White Mtns. It will be a good time I am sure.

So now as goodbyes stand in lue of good times I am dissapointed, but not all together broken, with yesterdays frustration comes todays opportunity. And the confidence that there is wisdom in a multitude of counselors. The comfort of know the weight of the decision is not on your own shoulders is peacful.

Who is this girl? you ask.
This is a wonderful girl who has come to be very special to me. One who knows my past, and is still interested in my future. One is learning to trust someone who doesn't like to trust anyone. A special girl who is quite attractive in spirit, body, and mind (don't press me on the order ok. This has dragged on long enough I'm sure and for those of you who don't know I'm sorry this is how you found out.

Here it is CFC gossip topic of the week (or maybe I'm conceeded and yall [yes I said yall] don't really care) at any rate...I have entered a courting (dating) relationship with Ms. Kelly Berg. There I said it, and no it wasn't easier than I thought.

I'm sure the whole story (and trust me it's a long one) will come out in post form sooner or later. (If you care)Love you guys. Pray for us.

j.

edit:
I realized the above post was more informational and less ML style so here is an addendum;
Packing, I hate packing, almost as much as I hate laundry. So now my little greay duffle bag which I'v had since second grade is stuffed with four days worth of already worn (dirty has connotations that are to negative) clothes, an electric toothbrush with a dead battery (i'll fix it eventually) a few of those midgit (i'm sorry little person) sized tolitries which by the way are a huge rip off, but we buy them any way saying that its a one time investment and that we can reuse the container which I'm sure we all know will end up in some relatives trash or in the shower of the Dallas Holiday Inn Express, either way your out one bottle of mini pert plus (pert minus is more like it). Headphones for the plane because I hate the ones they give you that remind me of my playschool stelhescope, you know the yellow and blue one with the red ear phones. Sooooooo uncomfortable. There we go ten min. of my life in a bag, I'm ready to go. Packing ugh!