Shirley, Barbara, a Microwave?

The title says it all...well almost. For some reason people here go crazy when the temperature hits above 75. (we don't have to talk about life without air conditioning in 90 degree weather, I am coping) Sometimes the weather makes people say strange things..i guess. I have been called a lot of weird things in my neighborhood. Usually they are really generic however like, "white girl", "baby", "little momma", and a various assortment of other endearments. This week however the men in my neighborhood have outdone themselves. Sunday was a beautiful day. Think 80 degrees, sunshine, and a cool breeze after months of horrendous freezing cold temperatures. I got home from church and was heading to the store to buy some items. (I am actually really proud of what I bought (all the ingredients for a birthday celebration for under $10) maybe I should write a book). I was heading out the door and two gentlemen walked by. I said my friendly hello and one of the said, "hey Shirley". No... I don't really understand. Perhaps my sundress made him think of an older lady named shirley...or maybe I just look like a shirley. Also this week I was called Barbara by another person in our neighborhood. Sometimes I think people look at me a quickly try to insert a generic name.
The next best part of my week came when after work one day Lu and I were sitting on the front porch. We saw a man get out of a car with a microwave. It seemed normal enough, perhaps his had broken and a friend had given his. We thought nothing of it until we heard a scraping sound. Yes, this man was dragging the microwave by the cord along the sidewalk. Best moment of my week.
Moments like that are when I love my neighborhood the most. Deep joy.

help me, help you

I am officially selling stuff. For the month of April mission year (http://www.missionyear.org/) has recieved a match that makes every gift in the month of April doubled. So, if you feel so compelled please visit this website and enjoy? https://www.missionyear.org/match/welch

I have been trying to be creative about my mission year fundraising and have spent part of the week sewing things to try and sell. All proceeds will go towards my teams general fund for mission year, and will be doubled as listed below.

So long story short, if anything I post looks excting to you, shoot me an e-mail before Sunday at 6 p.m. rebekahwelchster@gmail.com and go to this link https://www.missionyear.org/match/welch and donate whatever you want. We will work on an honor system here. So. If you don't see something you like, I may be able to whip something up, if you conatct me soon.

Happy easter all.

Rebekah

23

Today is my birfday, as I like to call it. It came at a wonderful time this year seeing as I am home in Amarillo for my spring break. I have already had some wonderful celebrating for my 23rd year. Before I left Philly for spring break my roommates made a wonderful cake for me. They tried to keep me out of the kitchen so I would be surprised and ended up telling me I couldn't come in because they were ashamed that they were eating chocolate chips out of the bag and they thought I would be upset. I got over it, (originally I was mad because they wouldn't let me in the kitchen. That night I was wearing a great pair of wedges that I found on the street on the way to work. Woodland Avenue= constant accidental garage sale. p.s. the shoes fit me perfectly, just like cinderella.

Me wearing the shoes I found and holding the wonderful cake. Thanks roommates!

Next I went to Dallas for a weekend of fun with my favorite ladies from college. They surprised me with pudding cups, a knitting book, a littlest pet shop bird, and a muscle shirt. They are too good to me. Brooke made me some wonderful cupcakes as well.

the ladies at the deep ellum art festival. Sounds cool, but it mostly consisted of people selling weird jewelry and lizard wall hangings.

Since then I have been home spending time with my parents and grandma. I have had a lot of time to relax, read, and sew. All being some of my favorite things. This morning for my birthday I got to go get my teeth cleaned in Fritch (hometown) at my Dad's office. As my sister Deborah and I were leaving we took pictures of the main street to show our friends where we really came from.

Yes, this is where I spent the first 18 years of my life. My parents made sure we spent a majority of the summer at camp and other places, which is probably one of the reasons I still don't live there.

My grandmother sent me a sweet card today saying that she knew I was special when at the age of four I spent almost an entire day dressing a redressing a pet rock with a piece of fabric. Oh how far I have come.

rebekah