Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
SINGLE DIGITS, BABY!!!
See that countdown graphic at the top? (Click it if you don't know what it's about. Visit my blog and click it if you're reading this elsewhere.) There are just nine -- count 'em nine -- squares left unchecked. And I've got a 9-day vacation comin' up with nothin' to do but crochet and watch movies. And eat turkey, of course. And hang out with my mommy.
Speaking of whom, turns out my aunt is turning 80 a few weeks before Mom does, and my cousins have just decided to do a joint party for them, which is just spiffy with me and my brothers, who would have had a challenging time planning something long-distance. We'll keep it a surprise as long as we can -- it'll take a miracle to really pull one over on those two. I just keep thinking, though, that for as long as I've been imagining this surprise party in my head, having Miss Gloria there was always a part of the picture. And now she can't be. And I can't help but thinking that it can't be too long before Mom does get to see her again. And that makes it worse.
OK...how did a happy post get so maudlin, huh? Time to knock it off and hit the hay!
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 12:40 AM
On November 23, 2008 4:52 PMpentamomwrote... Really cool (I mean the happy parts.) Are your brothers going to make it up to see your mom and help celebrate, too?
On November 25, 2008 11:03 AMpentamomwrote... They'd better be scared. Me, I'm pretty intimidated by any woman who comes within striking distance of completing a hand-crocheted bedspread. When you finish it, I'll be reduced to abject fear.