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z (3:52:27 AM): U never say anything back
z (3:52:32 AM): Ur like rainman
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z (3:52:42 AM): Ha
z (3:54:28 AM): U should know I care...and im nice...and I have nothing to do with what happened nor should I have negative feedback for it...I didn't even get to know you and all the sudden im pushed aside because some freak did something horrible
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z (3:56:52 AM): I fucking hate that u talk half ass
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Now I am truly not someone who wants to deal with my hair .... I guess if I have to admit it ..... my face either. In other words I don't dwell on my outward apperance.  Did many many years ago in another time and place .... but I can honestly say that for the last oh ...... 19 years ..... make up and hair has been amoung the least of my worries. And still is. 

I've always hated my hair ..... always .... it is very fine and has a mind of it's own. Some of it has body .... some of it doesn't .... some of it is "trainable" ..... some of it isn't. And I have done battle with my hair for way to many years now. So since I've moved here seven years ago with long hair (I truly hate my hair long .... with a passion) I have been trying to get it cut.  Now I have to put major emphasis on the word trying ..... because the folks here in this valley and surrounding area seem to think I don't need short hair. Every time I have gone in to get my hair chopped off ..... I've left with my hair in tact.  Usually pissed for letting myself be talked into leaving it alone instead of cutting it. It always looks nice .... but requires more than a 1/2 second of my time to deal with ..... which does not set well with me. That 1/2 second could be well spent somewhere outdoors .... in the garden or something. And I'm beyond serious here. 

So last year upon the completion of my convertable Midget it became really obvious that if I didn't cut my hair off it would drive me ultimately crazy.  So I picked someone I had never been to before in the valley and walked in and said cut it off ..... no discussion ..... just cut it off.  And she did.  It was wonderful. I had little hair at all and could literally towel it off after the shower and walk away without so much as touching it wit a comb. IT WAS AWESOME !!!!! It shocked the shit out of folks at first .... Dave especially (he really dispises short hair) but most really liked it short and realized with my job at the time (waitressing) it was more sensible than pulled back tight in an ugly ass ponytail. I looked like a freaking peeled onion .... it was not flattering at all.

So then I lose the job at the restaurant (I quit, I was fired ..... depends on who you talk to .... it was mutual) and a major source of income and once again cutting my hair takes a back seat to other things more important where money is concerned. Hair grows out ..... and is looking pretty bad. So for Christmas ..... I tell mom I want my hair cut ..... she is happy to help tired of hearing me bitch constantly about how uncomfortable I am with my hair in my face tickling my nose and all other bitches and gripes I could come up with regarding my hair. I make the appointment with the same girl .... knowing she will chop my hair as I ask .... without any talking me out of it. Or so I thought .....

Seems that my friend M. is very good friends with the hairdresser. And had gotten hold of her when she found out I was cutting my hair to ask her to talk me out of it ..... and M. showed up the day of my appointment and they both started in on how I shouldn't cut off my hair ..... yada yada yada ..... and I listened ...... for some stupid reason .... I let myself be talked into .... well, what it is today ..... and I HATE IT!  That is putting it mildly. Unless I spend 10 minutes or more blow drying and shaping it tends to just go where ever it damn well pleases .... flipping here, curling under there ..... and totally pissing me off. I get angry every day ..... over my flipping hair.  Stupid huh?

So ..... here I am today pissy over my hair ..... once again and wanting off my head ..... off .... off ..... off !!! I told M. that I was going to call and get another appointment to get it done right and she called ahead of me and told the hairdresser UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ..... CUT MY HAIR. So I just got angry with the hairdresser .... told her I would freaking drive to Oregon to get my hair cut. It's my only option .... period.



Probably one of the very first pic's I ever put in here of me.  The hair had actually grown out some here ... but you can get the picture ..... no pun intended .....



Poor pic .... but the hair today .... probably just a tad longer now .... it will stay behind my ears.



Me with the god awful long hair pulled back tight .... yuck .... !



And finally ..... me as Dolly Parton ..... LOL ..... I'm on the right just in case you couldn't tell. The lady on the left is my boss from the restaurant. It was rodeo parade day ..... and we were in it .....



And finally us on the parade route ..... it was my car's break out apperance ..... I'd only driven it once prior to this day ..... she performed like a champ.  So did we ...... LOL .....

Ok .... but seriously folks ...... my hair ..... it's got to go ..... asap ..... like now .... like soon .... before I go crazy ...... I'm done now .....

Peace.  J.

Well, our family is officially in Arizona and settled in for the most part despite pitfalls and delays along the way.

Aaron had been looking for a permanent position that doesn't require traveling for some time. He waited for the right opportunity amidst many undesirable offers, but it took almost a year before a company in Scottsdale, AZ found his resume and made contact with him. They needed his specific skills set and had been looking for over a year to find the right person. This amazing opportunity came during the first week in December '06. They needed Aaron to begin work on January 3, 2007. What stood out in my mind from the very beginning was the strong answer that I received to my prayers about the decision Aaron needed to make about accepting this job and moving our family. I knew this is what the Lord had been preparing for us that long year Aaron was job searching. In addition to this good feeling I had, I clearly felt the spirit reveal to me that this wasn't going to be easy. Strangely, I wasn't afraid of this warning. Too many times in my life I've seen how my trials have prepared me for wonderful things. And, because of the calming affirmative answer I received in regard to Aaron accepting this position I knew that it would be worth it in the end.

Not getting more specific information regarding why it wouldn't be easy, I tried to prepare us for what I could predict. We made plans, tied up loose ends, asked for help from our fellow church members and friends, made preparations to put the house on the market, made a schedule that we could follow that would prepare us for move out day and leave us time to celebrate Christmas with our families, tried to prepared the boys for the changes they would face, prepared our car for the roadtrip, picked up a trip-tik, planned an easy going 5 day trip with plenty of stops, and made our hotel reservations.

In addition to all that needed to be done, Aaron needed to work up until just before Christmas and I was 7 months pregnant with two little boys to take care of. All of this seemed to me to be why the Lord wanted me to know this wouldn't be easy.

The packing and moving process was riddled with trials for us.  Aiden got the stomach flu on Christmas day, Aaron had it the worst the following day (the first day of packing), I had it the day after that pretty bad (the second day of packing) which wiped me out for two days.  Somehow, Aaron after having the flu worse than any of us bounced right back the next day and helped to orchestrate and carry out the near impossible tasks of getting us ready for the road in just 4 days.  This could only be done with the help of the many members of the church that came to help us:  There is no way we could have made it out of town in time without their help. THANK YOU TO ALL OF THEM!

So, in the four days after Christmas we headed out of Toledo towards Arizona, hoping we were all finished with the flu and ready for a relaxing 5 day road trip across the country.  And relaxing it was for the first few days.  We drove 6 hours a day, stopping about every 2 hours as needed.  The boys did really well (thanks to a dvd player in the car).  Then, on New Year's day, we came to an understanding of why we needed to suffer delays before we left Toledo.  We had just missed a horrendous winter storm and by the end of the 3rd day of our trip we caught up to the aftermath.  We had thankfully made hotel reservations for our trip in advance and on our 3rd night stay we were in Amarillo, TX.  Once we arrived it became quite clear to us that this storm had  done much damage to the cities and towns further west.  While Aaron was checking in to our hotel, travelers were trying to find a place to stay in Amarillo because I-40 westbound was closed.  Our hotel was booked along with most of the other hotels in the area.  We settled into our room thankful that we had missed being caught on I-40 during the storm by one day and were safe and warm that night.  The next morning, they opened I-40 and we were on our way.  Unfortunately, this storm began as an ice storm, then left at least several inches of snow on the ground as it went it's course.  We saw downed power lines all along the freeway with emergency vehicles struggling to restore power to the cities and towns affected.  As we were in stop and go traffic heading towards Santa Rosa, TX we saw snowmen built all along the roadside by the travelers that were stranded there during the storm. People decorated their snowmen with their own sunglasses, gloves, and scarves.  There were foot tracks all over the landscape and an occasional snow fort guarded by the snowmen by the road.

We attempted to make a pit stop in Santa Rosa, but found that all of the businesses were closed probably due to lack of power.  There was no lack of travelers driving up and down the city streets doing what we had just done, hoping someplace would be open for lunch.  The local gas stations were packed and seemed to be at least selling gas.  We headed back on the road hoping for better luck further along the trip.

We met up with stop and go traffic several times as we slowly moved west.  The snow became deeper and deeper along the roadside as we went.  The roads were pretty well clear, but traffic was still slow or not moving at all.  We finally found a large rest stop that had power and along with many travelers we packed into the parking lot amidst the emergency vehicles trying to dig out the rest stop.  As we waited for our food at the restaurant, we realized we had caught up to the road clearing project.  It was at this exit that the emergency vehicles were working to clear the road and causing the traffic backups.  Semi trucks were constantly slipping and getting stuck, needing the attention of the emergency crews as well.  Considering all of the people stuck there, I was relieved there was still food at the restaurant, even though they forgot our order and an hour later
brought cold food to our table.  By that point it was food in our bellies and we didn't have to fill up on the stash of fruit snacks and graham crackers we had in the car.  We waited around for the roads to clear, stopped to get gas, took what slim pickings were left at the carryout for food just in case we were stranded further down the road, and headed out.  It didn't take long to make it to our next stop in Gallup, NM after what was supposed to be only 6 hours on the road turned into 12 hours on the road instead.  The boys were so patient and only became upset during the last hour of the trip that day.

The next day was a breeze as we left the snow behind us and had only a 4 hour drive to Scottsdale, AZ.  Once there, Aaron started his new job the next day and we began to make arrangements for our things to arrive here in Anthem.  The rest was smooth going.

This whole experience has taught us that even though very good things don't come easy, there is a reason for our trials, even if we don't ever understand why.  We were blessed with an understand of why we were delayed this time.  The Lord watched over us this entire trip and we're so grateful that we made it alright.

The Phoenix area is gorgeous right now.  It's crazy to see tall cactus scattered throughout the landscape and the red mountains are just breathtaking.

Anthem is a great city.  The first residential development built here was about 6 years ago amongst the small handful of ranches scattered about the hillside.  Despite being recently developed, the city is booming.  There's an amazing amount of shopping options very close by, along with a neat community center that we haven't had a chance to visit yet.

Our ward has been split three times in the about six years here.  I don't doubt another building will be in the works soon because members are constantly filtering in and there is a nice empty plot of land the church owns only a few minutes drive from our neighborhood.

On Sunday, we arrived in our new bishop's office with another new family to the ward.  This bishopric has new arrivals down to a science and had a welcome packet for each of us to fill out and bring back including the ward directory and a "Getting To Know You" packet to initiate the transfer of our records and help the ward leaders know more about us and our past callings.

Our neighbors are very friendly and visited us bringing pictures from all the neighborhood gatherings that go on here.  There are lots of kids that are Alex and Aiden's ages, along with plenty of babysitting age youth :-).

The weather has been really nice.  With daytime highs in the low 60's, it feels warmer in the sunshine and cool in the shade.  On our move in day it rained in the morning and for about an hour before they started unloading the truck in the afternoon.  It was neat to experience this rare event soon after we arrived.

That's all for now.  --Alicia

A couple of more pics from Vanguard.  The first one is Harley judging the situation before trying to take out some bloodhowlers (ie: the enemy) and the second one is Harley traveling to the quest site.  I just thought these both made good shots, although  I could've framed the second one a bit better. 

The first one came out awesome I thought ;)

So the saga is over. I'd planned to do a second semester in Fiji, but I found myself ineligible. I am disappointed, of course, it means not only that I miss out on the project I had planned and a curriculum directly in line with my major that I was excited about—but the semester back home has already started and that means I cannot get financial aid for this semester and have nothing to do until August. I cannot now complete the major I had planned and that means changing my degree and five more semesters until I graduate. At first I just wanted to go home, but now I feel that I am not ready to go home and I do not know what I will do.

My visa for India is good for a year, and that means I have until August. I have bookings in Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore for the two weeks after the tour that I am now on ends. Perhaps I will come back to India after and go to Auroville, to an ashram, or to the Landour language school. My one concern is that I don't really want to be on my own again. The thing that had stopped me from wanting to stay before, that made me want to go home, was being tired from being alone. I get frustrated and sad when I'm lonely and it isn't good for me. But, I'm thinking more and more, I think I will stay in India for awhile, instead of going "home". I am so close to making the decision that it is already made—I just have to say the words. I am afraid. It's easy traveling with the group. When I am with other people I have no fear, even when I am the one taking charge—directing the rickshaw drivers, haggling in the market or whatever. But I do not like being alone.

If I stay, will I ever go back? I wonder about this. Surely I will have my moments when I wish for home, but it would be too tempting to just stay, I think. I will not ever get that kind of sickness where each step that I take is on my way home. Rather each step will be farther from the center until I return and find that "home" is no longer home. I am now on the brink, the point of no return, a cross roads. I cannot help but shun the well paved highway for the untraveled track but, I must wonder, what will become of me? I have already wandered too far to go back and fit into everyday humdrum society. I can never be happy with a comfortable nine to five job, benefits and retirement. I cannot be happy with ordinary existence. But what will I do? What can I make of this? I feel this push to do something with myself, to make something of myself, but I can't settle down and must follow my wandering spirit. All who wander are not lost.