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Name: Lindsay
Birthday: 12/4/1977
Interests: My wonderful daughter, Avery, and my sweet husband, Brian. The Lord Jesus Christ who is so merciful to me. Hanging out with my amazing small group! Go 9th grade girls!!! Also hanging out with lots of other youth kids. Hillside youth rocks!
Expertise: Acting like an idiot! You know it!
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Member Since:
7/29/2005
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SUNDAY NIGHT:
Seven o'clock. Dinner at my house. Dress however you want (Kelsey). And no dates! Are you kidding me! By the way, I am not a terrific cook, just average, so don't expect too much and you won't be disappointed.
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| SMALL GROUP UPDATE:
Yes we will meet this Sunday after 3rd service. We will be discussing chapter 4! I remembered! Hey, I'm recovering from a head injury, cut me some slack! I hope everyone is doing well! I hope school is not beating you too badly into the ground. OK, I love you all!!
Lindsay
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| So I had a crazy weekend... I got the flu, went to bed, woke up to pee, fainted in the bathroom, fell and hit my head on the bathtub, broke the side of the bathtub into 5 pieces, went to the ER, had a concussion, now have post-concussion syndrome. So very eventful, fun stories to tell. Comments anyone?
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| So Avery has the stomach flu. I sat up from 12:00 AM to 6:30 AM with her at the toilet (thank the Lord she can puke in the toilet now!). All she wanted me to do was rub her back and hold her in my arms and tell her it was going to be ok. I'm giving you this little insight into the world of motherhood so that you will all go and hug your mom's necks for staying up with you all night when you were puking your guts out. Because let me tell you, when you're all grown up and your mom is miles away, you'll miss her.
Lindsay
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| So I must say, that sometimes being a "grown-up" (sshhh, don't tell any other grown-ups that I said I was one of them) is quite sucky. There are times when I wish I didn't have to make any decisions at all. I wish I was still resilient to all the crap that people throw at me, meaning it would just slid right off and I'd casually step over it and say "yuck, I'm glad that didn't affect me at all." It seems to get harder and harder to deal with life, or maybe it's that there is more life to actually deal with. I don't know why I grew up thinking that life would get easier. Who sold me that sack of lies? I'm coming after them.
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