Hannah, tired, talkative, grammatically incorrect...

To all of my faithful readers (all seven or eight of you...),
I am dying, dying, dying to post some lovely photos that I snuck in yesterday of my incredibly photogenic little sister, but hence! We don't have that fancy internet installed on our property yet. So, updates on Tennessee are coming soon. I just have to go park somewhere around here and steal someone's internet (or just go steal it from a friend again... you know who you are...), but until then, you'll all just have to live without.
Also, I'll be starting a new blog (hopefully) once this internet thing is all worked out. I am Californian to the core... who ever thought internet wasn't available at the snap of your fingers?

At the present, I am sitting in front of my grandmother's computer in Arkansas, missing home but enjoying a little adventure all by my lonesome. I drove down here today with Kristen and her little girls; her husband is filming down in Louisiana, and they're meeting at the halfway point for the weekend. She needed a traveling companion and a babysitter for a day. Since my grandparents live so conveniently close, it worked out well. I feel like chatting someone's ear off but my throat hurts from doing it for 6 hours in the car today... so I am resolved to type instead to whoever reads it. "I'm a lone, lorn creat'r..."
Tennessee if beautiful. I will admit. All you California inhabitating Californians that I left behind are really missing out on the scenery around here. It is lush and green, as opposed to dry and brown (nothing against Interstate 5 or anything ). Although I am enjoying life just as ever, I do miss my homeland and all of you... I would board that plane to LA tomorrow if I could, but miraculously I am loving it here. Thank you so much for all of your prayers for our family... through His grace, God has assisted us in finding happiness and contentment (at least for me :-) over here, despite our attitudes about moving. I know I will enjoy it here. No offense to any of you. :) I almost feel like I am speaking a heresy by saying that, but I am so happy here in this beautiful place. Everyday I am reminded to thank the Lord over and over again for how much He has blessed us in so many little ways, and many we will never even know about. God is so good.
I have learned so much about life, other's around me, the Lord, and myself over the past two weeks; I could fill a book with it all. Making new discoveries, learning things of importance, pursuing the eternal matters, and seeking God have been a big thing around here lately... and I am enjoying life like never before. I don't really know why. Perhaps it is because life has started anew over here... everything is fresh and different, and it feels like being born into a new world, all over again. There have been so many different stages in our lives; milemarkers and very, very big changes. This is just another one of them. And... I am thankful for that. Strangely.
Forgive my rambling. Remember, I told you that I wanted to talk but didn't have the voice to. Perhaps I'll recover by the time I get home, and then you all will be the victim's of me and my crazy, excited self.
So anyway, I miss all of you, whoever you are, and I will reemerge into cyber space sometime this year. Till next time...

"The one I love is in California... California's home to me!"

Hey y'all!
Yup, I'm alive. But I'm melting very quickly, so I won't be here for long. It's rather humid over here. :)
Just an update... we're in Tennessee now (rah rah), and the internet is rather iffy; once we move into our house and get everything set up, I will return to cyberspace and start e-mailing and posting to y'all again. And I consider "y'all" a typo, by the way.
'Till next time!

So This Is Love

Just a few more

Group massage!

For those of you who need an explanation: some of the younger guys (or, actually most of the younger guys) had the brilliant idea of setting up chairs down the hill (and a very downhill sort of downhill), getting a running start from about 20 feet away and seeing if they could jump over them (going downhill, mind you) without killing themselves. Oh, uh... did I mention the downhill thing? Thankfully, there were no casualties, although Mr. Johnson brought out the crutches once he saw what was going on. :) Here, one of the guys almost makes it over 14 chairs. He did it the next time around without touching a single one. Sorry, I lost my shots of that one. I don't think anything could influence me to try that. Well... maybe...

Life is beautiful.

Due to a moody Mac and a forget-the-hassle-lets-do-this-as-fast-as-possible-despite-the-risk Me, I lost some of my best shots in Oregon a couple of weeks ago. *sigh* So, I suppose you will all have to be satisfied with these. This post should be called Hannah's Significantly Altered and Colorless Photos of Camp Dwight. I was a little caffeinated when I messed with these; if you have ever been within 20 yards of me while I am on caffeine, then no other explanation will be needed. Next time I'll shock you all with my colors. :-) One of these days.

Needless to say, Camp Dwight was a blast. It always is. Sorry, no slip-n-slide pictures, although that was certainly one of the main "fun-time" highlights. I was too busy slipping and sliding to take photos. I just might go steal some from another blog. :)

I owe much to this chick here. She is my camera thief--er--holder. When I can bear to part with my beloved Nikon, she takes him willingly off my hands. She is quite the budding photographer.

Your's Truly is omitted from this photo. In fact, she was mysteriously omitted from appearing inevery ping-pong photo. How could this be? Is she camera-shy? Did she even play? Of course she did. How long did she play Around-the-World, you ask? Well, look at the photo. You just might get a hint. :)

"... I could have danced all night long..."
Group huddle. Just kidding. More like group ECD lesson for certain people who couldn't do it worth a pile of rocks/could not comprehend directions from distressed and exhausted callers. No prejudices held, mind you! You can tell just who is exasperated with the repeated explanations... And yes, we did end up doing it, somehow. Whether we danced it the right way or not has nothing to do with our accomplishment... right?

How many photographer's assistants is one allowed to have?

Beautiful friends

... and his brother

My heart is torn between the two....

I guess I'll have to wait a looooong time for this one!

Here's to a handsome little man I met in Oregon a couple of weeks ago (er ... one of the handsome little men...). He was hamming it up for the camera, much to my joy, but I'll only post one, just to keep you in suspense. Little boys have got to be the most irresistible thing ever.