It's nice to be remembered.

Kyle mentioned to me last night on the phone (yes, we are still separated. Not maritally. Just geographically) that I set a new record: Seven posts in a row without pictures.

Translation: The blog is drying up and becoming a bore fest.

I know. At some point I'll finish up with the long, drawn out story of how we ended up where we are and then post 150 pictures of all the fun things I've done this summer to offset the misery of moving. But in order to do that I'll need a bar stool.

Going on week three of residing here, we do not have internet, so I have to stack several bins on top of each other, set my lap top (Circa 2003 Dinosaur model) on top of the makeshift tower and then angle it just the right way to get a small fraction of 3 megabits per second flowing through my computer due to my nearly dead wireless internet card. I have to type standing up and I'm feeling like life before chairs must have been a really difficult life.
(For further information regarding this tangeant, click here)

So, barstool-less I opt for another, more brief, in-the-here-and-now update. Recall the fellow who asked to be my friend on facebook who I swore did not remember me? Well, I decided wondering wouldn't do any good. So, I dropped him a line:

Hey Russ! long time no see! I admit I had to look at your photo before remembering who in the world Russ{Full name protected. Don't want to go blabbing personal information on the blog} was. High School? Track? Swim Team? Nope. Freshman year at BYU! That was a long time ago. I am pleasantly surprised to get a friend invite from you! My guess is you just spammed all the BYU grads and I just happened to be one of the lucky ones. haha! Perhaps building your supporters early.... I remember you talking about running for president....it looks like you are well on your way, Mr. GMU Law grad! Hope all is well with you and your family! Take care, Michelle

This is what he wrote back:

Lol. No. No spamming. Actually, I found you because we share a common friend, Mandi {last name protected}. We were in the same ward growing up and went to school together. Anyway, she tagged a photo of me from our grade school days and, in that same album, there was a photo of you and I was like, "Wait a minute -- I know her! That's Michelle -- I wonder what's going on in her life?" So I"friended"you. Small world.Anyway, what is going on in your life? As far as I can tell, you graduated, got married, and became an indian chief of some sort. Talk to you later, Russell

So, I was remembered after all. And then I thought to myself, hey, it is kind of nice to be remembered. I wish all the people I remembered knew it. There are so many wonderful people out there who have touched my life, changed it for the better, and they don't even know it... There are lots of stories and deep thoughts that could be inserted here, but the arches in my feet are starting to hurt, so I'll just leave it at that for now.

By the way, this is the Indian Chief thing he was referring to:
I dressed up as an Indian for Senior Dress up Week in High School and my girlfriend Nikki dusted it off and scanned it for the world of facebook to see. I loved it so much I made it my profile picture.

So, sweetie, there's a picure. The no-photo spree oficially broken.

Howwww.

:)