I love flying

I love flying. My first time on a plane was back in nineteen hundred
and ninety five. My oldest nephew Michael (more like kid brother) was
working in Orlando and Linda (oldest sister), Mother (woman who
birthed me) and I flew down to see him. It was our mother's first
flight, too. I had never flown before because, well for one, I
couldn't afford to and where would I go anyway? It was Mother's first
flight because "if God had wanted me to fly, He'd have given me
wings." She became a fan of flying that day and I think all it took
was her realizing a 2 hr flight beats a 15 hr drive any day! She's
flown to see her family in Warren OH several times since then. I think
it's safe to say she likes it.

I had dreamed of flying since childhood. I remember lying in the grass
of our front yard in Bremen KY, staring up at the big fluffy white
clouds... clouds that I still love to this day...I'd watch in
amazement as they changed shape and I can remember thinking "I wonder
what it's like to fly through one of those in an airplane...or a bi-
plane!?...I bet it'd be cool. I hope I can do that one day." (No,
kids. The use of "cool" didn't start with your generation. And those
cute babydoll dresses/tops you've gone so crazy over...the ones that
look like maternity tops...um, yeah...I remember a few just like them
that your mother owned back in 1973.)

As I'm flying through my beloved big, fluffy white clouds on my way to
Uganda I'm wondering...do the precious children we're going to meet
this week...do they lay on their backs in the patchy Ugandan grass,
staring up at the clouds and think "I wonder what it's like to fly
through one of those in an airplane?...I bet it'd be cool. I hope I
can do that one day."?

I'm thinking probably so and I pray God blesses their lives so that
one day their dream of flying through big, fluffy white clouds will be
a reality.

much love,
Peg

So, what do you do?

As Americans, I think we tend to get way too wrapped up in occupations and degrees and job titles and how we earn money to pay our bills. Admit it, one of the very first questions you ask when you meet someone new is "So, what do you do?" and you don't mean "So, what do you do for Mother's Day?' or "So, what do you do for Yom Kippur?"...trust me, I'm not throwing stones because I'm frequently guilty of this one.

I think we've lost sight of what is ultimately the most important thing...we need to remember the most important thing isn't how we make a living, it's how we make a life.

I'm starting this page in the wee hours of June 11th, 2010...a day that is set to usher in the beginnings of my world being rocked...aaaand enough of the dramatic flair. So, as I was saying, I'm starting this page at the urging of many friends and family.  I'll be honest with you...I'm not sure how often or how long I'll post updates. As often as possible for the next few weeks, months or maybe just for this season of life... but after that, who knows?  Through my posts here you'll probably learn about my past...the things that shaped me...the people who love me...the fact that I'm a geeky nerd who loves the History Channel...maybe even a little bit about how I make a living, but hopefully...most importantly, you'll have borderline stalker knowledge of how I make my life.

Okay, I must go to sleep right now!  Did I just hear you say "why?"....well, that would be because in 12 short hours I'm going to UFREAKINGANDA! WOO to the HOO, my people!

much love,
Peg

PS I'm sure it won't take you long to notice a few of the things I failed to include in the "So,...what about me?" section.  1) I'm a horrible speller, even with spell check. (If you misspell a word badly enough, spell check won't catch it.)  2) I'm even worse at grammar.(shut up, Sydney)  3) Don't even get me started on punctuation... 4) I like to start sentences with "So,..." and 5)...I love ellipses...if you ever get the chance to speak to me when I'm being serious, you'll notice I pause a lot when voicing my oh so frequently profoundly deep thoughts...dotdotdot