Dear Dear reader

Isaiah and I have decided to join the teachings of herold camping.......Okay well Isaiah just told me that I musn't say this because random people might look up his website and believe that we have gone nutty. I was merely trying to make a joke of somesort....... But I guess he is right, not everyone in the whole world will understand my humor on a blog.

Anyhow, Harold believes that the lord Jesus Christ is going to return to collect his redeemed on October 11, 2011. The only problem is that his redeemed are the ones who follow the radio station "Family Radio" which in turn follows a strict interpretation of biblical understanding to which only Harold can translate. To top it all off, he believes that all churches are not really Christian and that we all have to abandon them and follow the radio station only.

Anyway, I think Isaiah doesn't know why I am writing this blog. He wants me to get off the computer, and he is letting me know by reading his comic books. I should go now. It has been fun writing this and all, but sometimes the husband just needs a bit of attention at times when you want to write a blog, and you have to recognize what's really more important.

Snow Day in Eugene

Oh no here they come again!

Don't worry Baby, Mamma will protect you from those scary men.
Maybe we'll run away and join those hitch-hikers over there.

But then again there is a scary homeless man waiting on that bench near the hitch-hikers. Oh wait, that's Jo Anna's husband!


Wow, it looks like he is leaving anyway. He is getting into the car with the early 90's due. (the one where African Americans shaved all sides of their head and only had poofy curls ontop.)

Eugene in January?

The Library

As odd as it may seem, I actually love the library. I
should hate it. No, I take that back, I should
despise it, after my two years serving in the
university library system during my college studies I
should have some sort of unplesant feelings that rise
out of me. At that time, I believed that I had
actually died and been sent to the purgatory of green
science scholarly journals.

My job was to put them in their place.

I am not exaggerating: It took over a century to walk
from one end of the third floor of the Dirac Science
library to the other. Rows and Rows and Rows and Rows
of eternal green books that were forever waiting in
silence, for someone to come and open them up and
uncode their ecryptic scientific messages. Blech.

I remember walking up and down Isle after Isle not
quite sure why the call number had suddenly changed as
I realized that there was no place for it and I had
read the number backwards after looking for the number
over and over again in the shelves. I hate numbers.

Anyway, mind you this was only the third floor. There
were two other floors in which I was required to
conquer. ADD patient VS. Deslexia in my brain.
Panic overcomes. I start to daydream. My favorite
game was taking the carts and pretending that they
were grocerie shopping carts and that I was given 5
min to get anything I want for free. I think I
planned my entire wedding, future house decor,
thesis's for my art history papers, what I would do
if boogie men came into my house and I had to jump
them and many other things.

That is what gave me a ray of hope in the endless
tunnel of darkness of the Dirac Science library.
That, and frequent visits by Russell Brun who would
come late in the evening and not even looking to make
sure that no one was watching jumped on the book carts
and had me push him around like a kid and laughing
giddily. I was amazed at what a little laughter could
do.

Then there were the days when I would sneak down to
the bottom floor which is where I found endless rows
of cookbooks and photography books that I found
entirely too wonderful. I found books on every kind
of way to make just about any kind of food imaginable.
If anyone knows me well, they ought to believe that
what actually happened was that I went from purgatory
(on the top floor) and someone (bless their soul)
prayed me out of purgatory and now I am in Joanna
heaven

Then there were my co- workers

Not engaged

Hello.

I just want to say that Bradley and Jessica are NOT currently engaged, contrary to the former posting I put up with the cute little pictures of them all gushy, which may make it seem as though those two people are married or engaged. I just took that picture of them this fall because I wanted to, because I like Bradley and I also like Jessica, even though I like Jessica a little bit more than I like Bradley. (Just a little bit.) Anyway, they are together, as a loving, yet not engaged just dating, non co-habituating couple.

I met Bradley on August 12th, 2006, when his roommate Isaiah began to bring me over to his house. I slowly took control over that apartment. I ate all of their food, and replaced it with mine. I slowly brought all of my things over to their house. I forced them both to eat TOFU every night of the week and listen to my music, and to watch the beginning of "Braveheart" over and over. Before I knew it, I had both of them and my entire house (ooops, did I say MINE?) under full control. Isaiah was forced to put all of the pictures of his former lover, (who sadly passed away some time ago) Audrey Hepburn away in the back of his closet. So the three of us resided (me only in the day time, of course!) peacefully under my rule for a period of approximately 8 months. I eventually decided it was time to let the public decide who to throw off the show. Unfortunately, they picked Bradley because they saw him eating too much cream of Mushroom soup. We were all sad to see him go and it was a very dark couple of days as he removed all of his star trek movies and his crock pot, where he cooked his cream of mushroom soup out of the house and into a very scary quad apartment complex.

Sad as we were to see him go, I saw this as my final chance to become Lord of apartment 2593.

So that is the story of how I met Bradley.

Bradley and Jessica.

This is my very very best friend together with Bradley Wilson.

I love them both so much, and am thankful they found eachother.

This is Adalynn Nicole Rispler(I think I spelled her name correctly). She is 6 weeks old and this was her very first time with a baby sitter. This is also one of the very first times I have seen her smile, for she is coming out of a very dark time in her life, full of sorrow, wailing, kicking and screaming. I was able to capture her at a very rare and beautiful moment, when she was actually very happy to be alive. Someday she will be smiling more often, and realize how blessed she is to be so loved by such wonderful parents. I think I love her too.