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((*** ornaments I made with my new sewing machine!))

** on the way home from Massillon, December 28.

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government shall be upon his shoulders. And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”
— Isaiah 9:6
Love,
jen&funnel

I think it was on PostSecret awhile ago that someone said whenever they are having a bad day, they come home and put on their wedding dress.  I don’t do that (because my wedding dress is at my parents’ house and also, it’s kind of a pain to get into because it’s so heavy and [...]

Over the weekend, Funnel and I went to FamilyLife’s “Weekend to Remember” marriage conference, downtown at The Columbus. His parents had gone a couple of times and really enjoyed it and they recommended it to us.
I was looking forward to it, but when I looked at the schedule for the weekend, it looked exhausting and [...]

Tonight I started to feel overwhelmed.  I was looking through old photo albums, and I was brought back to times where I was a different person with a completely different life.  I have called many different places “home” and I have loved and been loved by so many different people.  Even the ones who aren’t in my life [...]

First snow of the year today.  It took me about an hour and a half to get to work — traffic was at a crawl, and sometimes a standstill, but it was nice, in a way.  It was really quiet and I got to listen to Turning Point in full, eat my clementine and watch the snow [...]

The book of love has music in it
In fact that’s where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
but I love it when you sing to me
and you can sing me anything.
— the magnetic fields

My weekend was pretty low-key.  Funnel was sick all weekend, so i hung out with him.  Poor guy.  He only has every other weekend off, so i felt bad that he couldn’t do anything fun.
i bought him this, but i don’t think it helped much:

 and i found this mutant marshmellow:

it’s like a marshmellow finger.  maybe i can sell [...]