Revgals Friday Five

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From the Revgals blog: What Are You...

1. Wearing - pajamas (and sunless tanner so I am ready for the warm weather that is coming - whoohoo for shorts and sandals which I'll be wearing soon.)

2. Pondering - oh, way too much. Mostly job search stuff and managing existing church at the same time....

3. Reading - blogs. Christianity for the Rest of Us. And church profiles, newsletters, etc for my search process.

4. Dreaming - sleeping too soundly to dream. Oh, but day dreams - warm weather. Hopes and dreams - that new exciting call.

5. Eating - cookies and Tazo "Refresh" tea (spearmint, peppermint, and tarragon)...yum!

Comments

Lori said…
WooHoo for sunless tanner. I love that stuff. Neutrogena's seems to not turn me orange and doesn't require a bank loan to buy.

Blessings on the job search!
4/27/2007 1:58 AM
Sally said…
yup I'm all for sunless tanner- and roll on summer- as for that tea- it sounds wonderful, not one I've seen here- ah well now I can dream about tea :-)!
4/27/2007 7:16 AM
QuakerPastor said…
you have made me glad I'm not job searching....blessings on that though!
QP
4/27/2007 8:49 AM
Amy said…
I wonder if the nice weather is helping you to sleep so well. It sure is helping me!
4/27/2007 9:03 AM
Sr. Heather said…
Happy Friday, MomPriest! I'm glad to hear your voice again.

Hugs,
Hedwyg
4/27/2007 11:04 AM
Iris said…
I'm with you in the job search! Blessings!
4/27/2007 12:26 PM
Kate said…
Oh, that tea sounds so good! Off to mix some up for myself...
4/27/2007 8:50 PM
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