My problems aren't even worth commenting on now...
This e-mail was sent to Jenny's best friend Jennie Sykes Schwenk on December 11, 2006. The following bit is an explanation about the email from Jennie:
Jen was convinced that someone had put up a picture of Mrs. Claus that looked suspiciously like the communist leader Mao. She realized it wasn't, but took the picture anyway after getting my hopes up. (I mean, that really would have been pretty awful.)
So I drove out to Ernie’s brother’s house to drop something off on Saturday and I took the camera along to take the picture. When I realized it wasn’t supposed to be Mrs. Claus (as I supposed driving by at 50 mph) it was someones dead mother. I felt extremely guilty but took the picture anyway. I also saw a nativity scene on Friday that was missing its baby Jesus-- really. I tried to find it again on Saturday, but I couldn’t. I'm keeping my camera with me just in case.
I love fish sticks but I don’t usually buy them. I’ve tried the whole fish thing before. I mean, I really tried, but I hate fish…hate it.
So last week was my one year as a cancer survivor. It brought a lot of memories back; places in my life that I really don’t care to revisit. I feel like I’m in such a better place now. I’ve realized that although I don’t have very much control over a lot of things, I can control my perspective. I don’t think I could have done it (or continue to do it) without the Lord’s help and guidance; and when I look around and see all the suffering in the world that I don’t experience, I realize just how lucky, how blessed I really have been.
I’m sending along some pictures. I love Christmas I’m not sure why. I guess I just love the music and the purdy lights. We went with some friends to Ogden’s lights. Erin really liked it, but it was really cold and we only stayed for about ten minutes.
It snowed here yesterday but it was just a skiff down in the valley. I love how snow sounds when big clumps of flakes are falling to the ground. Have you ever noticed that everything seems more quiet? I notice my footsteps because they make squeaking sounds as they pack down the snow into perfect molds of my snow boots. The first snow is always the most special. It’s like when an old friend comes to visit each year. At first there is a lot of excitement because I’ve missed my friend so much but the old friend starts to wear out his welcome after a few months. And I hate the surprise visits in May.
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