"Ah L'amour"

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I hear tell that Those were all lines said to the animator at some point in his life. For all you men who are treated thus... I am sorry. As you're bleeding hearts lie pulsating on the cold ground, keep in mind that the female race is a fickle and un-nerving existence. Please forgive us of our defensive and somewhat threatening nature.

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Don't give up, there is someone out there who will treat your heart tenderly... don't let it get bitter from the lesser treatments.

After discussing the possibility of a fluff augmentation for quite some time Mr. Bean finally decided to have the operation. His sweetheart Lola was the only one with him at the time of operation; he preferred to not announce the surgery and cause alarm.

Dr. Cornelius was the one to perform the operation. The following is a image record of the extensive and strenuous process.

Mr. Bean before the operation.

Waiting for the Doctor.
At this point Mr. Bean hadn't eaten for 24 hours and had already been given drugs. Lola stayed for emotional support.

Dr. Cornelius goes over the specifics with Lola.


The Doctor begins his work.


In the recovery room for three days.
Lola refused to leave, tending to Mr. Bean's every need.




Mr. Bean after the operation


Friends and family alike have been astounded by Mr. Bean's new look, not only can he sit himself up, he can also give a much bigger squeez.
Much to her satisfaction Lola finally won the approval of Mr. Bean's dearest friend Eleanor with her performance of dedication and love. Eleanor gives them both her blessings.

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MY FAMILY.



I was recently asked in my Child Development class to draw my family. The topic of that days lecture was of the effects of family on a child's development. Such interaction was quite a usual topic for such a class. We watched clips of children who were asked to draw pictures of their family, mostly stick figures some with pets some with grandparents. When we were done with all that she asked us to draw our family as we see it. With exception to the illustration major in the back the class drew stick figures, some of just their immediate family, some with their children. This wasn't the first time in my life that I was asked to draw a portrait of my family. In the past there would be my dad on the left with a square for a body and an unusually large head, my mom would be on the right with a large triangle for a dress and I would be in the middle holding their hands. Sometimes I would draw a tree or a cat maybe even a rabbit. It was always hard to draw it because it wasn't what I had but what I wanted, what I pictured the ideal to be; I wanted to be the glue that held them together. Somehow being on my own made it even harder. Before I started moving the pen on my paper I had to ask myself "what is family?" obviously there is the easy blood factor. Yet it amazes me that blood has nothing to do with it. What I feel family to be are the people around you, that love you and even more, you love them. They are the people that God has set you with for that part of your life. I believe this to be true for I often say "friends are family" yet there is an underlying loyalty to those that were made into my biological family. So I now feel that I have so much family, but nothing concrete. Tomorrow I might be living with someone else, I might be closer to my father's house, I might be nearer my mother's house, I might be living with my best friend or I just might be living with complete strangers. I've come to the conclusion that I will continue to feel this way until I am able to make my own family. I was once told that we have only two covenants between another being, God and our spouse.

For now I want to thank my families: my Mother, brother and sister who I spent most of my childhood with, my Father, second mother and brother who taught me much, my aunts, uncles and cousins who were always there to listen and make me laugh, my grandparents who are wonderful and my dear friends who volunteer to be apart of my expansive family. I know I'm not the only one, but through my life I was rather prone to feeling sorry for myself, but God didn't let me get away with it. He blessed me with wonderful people who unknowingly caused me to realize that I will always be loved.

I love you all so very, very much, thank you for being apart of my family.

Raelynn

P.S. Since I've gone all minimalistic on myspace, if you would like to keep dibs on my other blog (same posts, just not myspace) go here: www.DoeRaeMe.blogspot.com

P.P.S If anyone would like to join me NOT this monday but the next, I have been wanting to go to the Celtic arts center but their programs are during my monday class times. SO since I have a week off, I'm going to try my best to get my bodhran and check out the jam sessions! (And I ask because usually my dear friend Eleanor would be joining me, but she will be in Washington... sad day) I'm rather, uh, shy when going to things like that... so someone come with me! It will be fun! I really want to promise, but I haven't been before, so I'll stick with a confident guess.

P.P.P.S I often post very contemplative blogs, I'm OK, I don't need you to feel sorry or worried for me. I am just writing what I feel I cannot keep inside. Thanks for listening.

Welcome to Rae's childhood, observe, enjoy and understand why I am who I am!

(You can click on any of the images to see them larger)

Fishy, Fishy, Fishy, Fish! As a little tot Rae knew how to rock the sands of Hunnington Beach.
	That chair was very dear to me, in those days we were very close. As time went on we grew apart, I grew big and it grew ratty. I will remember our sandy days in the sun with fondness.
Um, here I am... uh... well you see... I think I was... acctually it's a funny story... er. AAAAAHaHaHaHa! Oh, I know! I must have been stretching up for the mighty task ahead-
	A fearless adventurer, the youthful Rae climbs the clifs of doom. With perrel bellow her she stops to smile for the camera. She's a regular Tom Cruisette.
WE'VE GOT SAND!!! A-HAHA! And we're s till smiling :D (L-R: Patch, Shannon, Rae, Dustin)
	Dad always had an eye for creative Christmas cards. While riding our bikes along the beach we came across a tree in a trash can- Rae: WAIT DAD! A TREE! Dad: (pulls out tree, plants it firmly, looks intently) Grab the camera!
For those of you who wern't aware, I am actually a fish who eventually adapted to dry land. I also happened to be a catadromous fish... (can transition from fresh to salt water) (below: Aunt Diane [another member of my fish family] and I swimming at our pool in Placentia)

San Diego Wild Animal Park Binturong:*Sniff Sniff* What IS this strange looking creature? It's an odd color of pink and it's hair is incredibly ungroomed... there is only one explination- it must still be a cub! Rae: WHAT THE HECK IS THIS THING?? Uhh... it's smelling my head. OOOh goodness, it's on my head! (*snicker, snicker* apparently the smell of my head has been popular for some time!)
	Rae: I'm petting a cheetah. I'm petting a freaking cheetah. Holy crap I'm petting a cheetah. ...pretty, pretty, kitty... Naumbu: I am to dignified for this. I'm out of here... oooh, wait a sec, that feels good... a little lower... to the left... ahhhhh. I suppose this human isn't so bad. Mmmm... is that beef jerky?
I'm supposed to do what now?!?
	Jim Henson called, they're looking for a run away muppet. So I look a little suspitious... you would to if you saw this things face. Oh... and it took a swipe at my dad.
Camping Wondering through the woods
	I had the habbit of picking up rocks and taking them home. Clickity Clanking in my pockets, the little orphan rocks hoped that mom wouldn't make Rae turn them out into the cold when she got home.
Lassen National Park. This was the night I had freaked my dad out. The sun was about to set, dad wanted to take pictures of the sunset on the lake, and Rae wanted to hear the National Park Band Stand at the Ranger Talk. Dad: "You know how to get back?" Rae: "Yeah, we've been here for a whole week!" I hopped onto my bike and headed up the hill, I came across a fork in the road and sat a while wanting to be sure of my direction... well, it turns out I that I've always had directional problems. I took a left and after a couple minutes I heard the sound of a trumpet "That must be the band! And I was worried I went the wrong way!" I continued up the hill as it began toget darker and darker... I started to panic knowing I should have gotten there already, but that trumpet, it kept getting louder and louder. The sun had almost set competely when I came across the trumpet, I was up on the road and down the hill on a tree stump with nothing else around as far as the eye can see  was a man, playing the trumpet. "EXCUSE ME MISTER! I'M LOST! I WAS FOLLOWING THE SOUND OF YOUR TRUMPET.... HELP!" He came up and calmed me down (I tried to explain to him that my biggest worry was how pissed dear ol dad was going to be... they tried to convince me that he wouldn't get mad at all and would just be glad I was ok. Ha. We flagged a minny van and they went to the camp to get my dad. Mean while.... Dad arrives at the Ranger talk, first searching the audience for my face, then the bike rack... Ranger on stage: "Excuse me, Mr. Edgett?" Dad: commence panic.

Above and Right is the day after the biking fiasco. The cool thing about Lassen during the frost is that it's really hot outside, but there's snow. Yet again, another genius Christmas card :D
	I do belive this is a river near half dome, that day we hiked up and down Misty Falls. I was wearing a skirt and I recal my dad's shoes being untied... If you're wondering about the pose... my dad was in a photography class when I was very little... until I was about 13 all my poses were very... uh, poserly.
Sigh, good times at San Clamente. Some of my dearest friends from the Single Parents crew. I miss them so much, I haven't heard from them in many years (I would contact them and all... but I have no idea where they are. They were always willing to go on an adventure with me, and for that I am forever greatful! L-R Brian, Rae, Katie
	It was my birthday alright?!? Well... not that I didn't do that every other hang out. I just happened to be the one with the expansive imagination, they were more than happy to be my hand maides. At least I wasn't being a pretty princess, I was a worrior queen. I had just conquered the down stairs from the primative parent folk. Hip-Hip Hazzah! Long live the queen!
Dancing has always made me happy, I was skaning long before I knew what ska was. I love my cousin too, he's really cool. In those days he really looked up to me. He was busting up laughing while I was dancing and eventually joined me. Good ol' Patch.
	Well Helllllllllllo little girl! Mama made my outfit and daddy dressed up to match. I need to learn how to sew before I have kids... so I think I have some time! This will be my first year not going "all out". sigh.
Disneyland Disney in the rain, there's nothing better! Unless you happen to throw in a Gibson girl cone and a drenched high school band. My dad took me to Disneyland every year for my birthday, and since it's in December and all rain was a common occurrence. Lots of rain = few people = no lines = lots of magical fun!
	Yeah, I definitely had the hotts for him then too... I've come to the conclusion that it's spunky guys in tight green outfits. (yeah, I had a thing for Peter Pan as well)... and Tom Cruise in Legend.... Nerds and guys in green...
Little did I know, in ten years I would get paid to do this! AH-hahahaha! I believe I discovered these holes during the lion king parade when they stuck very tall poles in the middle of the street to do acrobatic stunts. I really thought I was the only one who knew about em. heh.

	Above: Shannon, Patch, Tiffany, Dustin and Rae. Sharing the swing at Grandpa's ranch. L: Dad certianly knew how to make me laugh, he taught me well. BWAhahahaHAHAha... heh.
Thats right! I started early... so for all you aspiring cooks, get goin and pick up that spatula! Below: One of the ideal moments in life, curled up on a fluffy bed, surrounded by stuffed friends, covered in a sea of bubbles reading a good book. I think it just might be better than Disneyland in the rain.

Thank you all for joining me on a trip through my past. Please leave your comments so I at least know that I went through all that work for something!

>-------------------:D-------------------< (Big Hug)

A couple weeks ago I felt inclined to write about what exactly a nerdy guy is and why I'm attracted to them. The original title was altered to give tribute to Weird Al's brilliant song “White and Nerdy” which you should take the time to watch.

Now, the friendly fantasy friends are not to be confused with the over obsessive-give you a death stare-“I'll chop your head off with Sauron's mace” if you can't tell the difference between a dual-phase and an electrum saber freaks.

To start off I thought I would provide www.Dictionary.com 's definitions of the following:
nerd
A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits but is felt to be socially inept.
Geek
a peculiar or offensive person, esp. one who is perceived to be overly intellectual.
dweeb
An even lower form of life than the spod, found in much the same habitat as the former. though more prevalent on talker systems. Unlike spods, upon receiving the desired response to the question "Are you male or female?", dweebs will then engage upon a detailed description of themselves and how wonderful they are, often in the hopes of truly impressing the other with their "charm" and "wit". Nearly all dweebs are male, but very few actually live up to the image that they present. Dweebs, unfortunately, are often the cause of ill-will, and may well bring a bad reputation to the system in question. They are often, however, easy to wind up and can be the source of great mirth to the seasoned user.

Obviously these definitions are stereotypical and extreme, but from my experience these characters really do exist.

It seems that I am not really attracted to Geeks or Dweebs. A Geek fits the description of the unlikable in the first paragraph. Whether only perceived as being intellectual, or truly knowledgeable he is someone that finds offence in the ignorance of others. Instead of sharing information they prefer to turn their unwiped noses to the diceless crowd.

I was discussing the technical definition of a nerd with my loverly roommate and I had qualms with accepting just one definition, I decided to split the Nerds into two groups: the Super-Nerds and the Sub-Nerds. A Super-Nerd is really single minded and is socially inept because of the inability to act like a decent person. Whereas the Sub-Nerd is more divers in his accomplishments and is labeled as socially inept because of the inability to relate to the common crowd. I'm sure many of the people reading this blog can relate to the later. Ask yourself this, as a child and teen were you the kind of person that everyone liked but no one cared to be with? Although you might have had many acquaintances did you for the most part have one best friend and or spent lunch reading a book in a secluded corner?

Well, perhaps you weren't but I certainly was. It wasn't until college that I found an amazing group of friends who had almost nothing in common, but we loved each other anyways. Then there is Eleanor, my taller red headed double. We not only get along, but we somehow love all the same things, many of them are listed at the end of this post. In addition to the typical White and Nerdy things we have a passion for music of many genres most of all Jazz, Celtic and African Tribal music. Eleanor was blessed with a family as peculiar as herself, whereas I am a black sheep in the very large family flock. Enough about us girls, back to the boys.

For a very short period this semester, and by short I mean a few weeks, I really wanted to have a boyfriend that was the drop dead gorgeous type. Then I realized that I don't think drop dead gorgeous guys are attractive. I think this is because I have yet to know a DDG who is also a genius. He might be nice, he might be cool… but I wouldn't ever relate to him. Not to say that I am a genius, quite the contrary, I have a lot to learn. Yet that's just the thing, I don't want to be smarter than my guy. It's very likely that I will have skills he will not (considering that I am very right hemisphere and the guys I like tend to be more left hemisphere), but he can learn from me; I would just like to have the same opportunity reciprocated to me. I want to be challenged, inspired and proud that my guy has a brain as well as a heart. It's true that I like to talk, I wont deny it, however, I do grow weary of my own voice and it would be nice to have an intellectual conversation now and then.

Where the irony lies is that intelligent guys intimidate me. I have a freaking complex. One of the most intelligent and talented (and sensitive I might add) men I have ever known is my dear friend (and ex-boyfriend) Matt. He never belittled me or put me down, yet I often struggled with feeling inadequate and just plain stupid. Yet, he possesses the qualities I desire in a husband. All I can say is “What the Heck?!” perhaps it is just feeling that I don't deserve a wonderful husband. Hear that boys? I don't feel that I deserve a truly White and Nerdy guy.

Now to give you a few laughs please watch this, they lyrics are below; I have listened to it way too many times in attempt to commit it to memory. ROTFL.

White and Nerdy

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Weird Al Yankovic White & Nerdy Lyrics
They see me mowin'
My front lawn
I know they're all thinking
I'm so White N' nerdy

Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Can't you see I'm white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy!
I wanna roll with-
The gangsters
But so far they all think
I'm too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
Really really white n' nerdy


First in my class here at M.I.T.
Jock skills I'm a champion of D&D
MC Escher that's my favorite MC
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin to the contrary
You'll find they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
I got people begging for my top 8 spaces
Yo I know Pi a thousand places
Ain't got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at minesweeper I can play for days
Once you see my sweet moves you're gonna stay amazed
my fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
There's no killer app I haven't run
At Pascal, well, I'm number one
I do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I gotta soldering gun
Happy Days is my favorite theme song
I can sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in Java Script as well as Klingon


They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I'm
white n' nerdy!
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Can't you see I'm white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy
I'd like to roll with-
The gangsters
Although it's apparent I'm too
White n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
How'd I get so white n' nerdy?


I've been browsing, inspectin'
X-men comics you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket I must protect 'em
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized the Holy Grail
Really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code who do they call?
I do HTML do for them all
Even make a homepage for my dog!
Yo I got myself a fanny pack
they were having a sale at the GAP
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
POP POP! Hope no one sees me get freaky!


I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in AV club and Glee club and even the chess team!
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
I spend every weekend at the Renaissance Faire
Got my name on my underwear!


They see me strollin'
They laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause
I'm so white n' nerdy
Just because I'm white n' nerdy
Just because I'm white n' nerdy
All because I'm white n' nerdy
Holy cow I'm white n' nerdy
I wanna bowl with-
the gangsters
but oh well it's obvious I'm
white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy!

School is back and Rae is already pooped!

It seems that every semester is different, and I would think that every time it would be a bit easier to get in the groove of things, but NOPE I'm still just as confused and tired. Oh well. four (or five) more semesters and I'm done at CSUF. It seems that I just started yesterday.

For those of you who knew about our roommate situation, it's just now coming to an end. Not quite there yet, BUT we're getting somewhere! Andrea Buzzel (from HOPE) and her friend Naomi are going to be living with Eleanor and I (oo, look, second paragraph and her name is already in! hahaha) By the end of the month things should be as they were, and perhaps I can actually focus at home. Of course, I'm in the Titan Mainframe to do homework... and what am I doing? Thats right, writing nothings on my blog. sigh. Somethings never change.

I took a big step on Fri and made a drastic change... I would say what, but there are quite a few people who haven't seen me and I wouldn't want to ruin the wonderful looks on their faces when they first see me :D it's so freakin awesome. The expression is ususally followed by some strange sounds that I think are supposed to be words.

I'm thinking that I might have to rename the appartment, not because I don't love the train station and what it stood for. I just think that it should be named for the season. Obviously it should involve some sort of art, or music in the title. With an art major, minor and two very creative girls the art part is essential. And considering that between Eleanor (there it is again!) and I we have something like ten instruments, and more to come, the music should probably be in there too. Hey, while we're at it, lets throw in some dance! OH! And how can I forget cooking? I hope to be doing this all year:

CHECK!

 
(the one on the right)

HECK YES! ALL OF THEM!

It's time I picked my baby up again...

I suppose we should take it to the park next time so we don't get in trouble at the Apt!

cooking with Rae, Fridays on your local Homestead Channel.

Well, I guess I should get to that three weeks worth of history so I can get some sleep tonight for my BIG Wednesday (as in every wed, I go from 8:30 AM-9:45PM with no breaks) Woot Woot!

Anyone have any Ideas for the Apt. Names? Leave your comments!

P.S. Saturday was bunches of fun, I say more fun with the Dunnafords!

Mark has been given the

For being the first commenter!
Good Job!

I will copy the brilliance of Mike Moreborrito's latest Blog. Read and understand!

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"Would you please comment...?"

Tuesday, August 01, 2006
"It is better to leave comments then receive comments." This is the blogger's golden rule.

As I look across the landscape of blogs all over the internet I see many blogs dying from lack-of-comments-disease. People stop posting to their blogs because they get no comments in return and therefore assume no one is listening. And so their blog dies.

A few tips on how to save your friend's blog:

1 Comment on other blogs and you will boost the comments and traffic on your own blog because people will click back through to your blog.

2 "Pay the man" a standard rule of thumb should be that if you read an entire article that someone wrote on their blog leave a comment to just give them props, consider it the "price of admission"...It could even be a comment that just says thanks and that's it.

3 During each blogging session spend the first 5 to 10 minutes looking at other people's blogs. Read an article and then leave a comment.
Now that everyone is connected to each other it gives us incredible potential to support each other by supporting each other's blogs because each blog is a moving monument to that person's thoughts, ideas and imaginations.

And if you're part of the crowd who is ready to give-up on posting all together because you are not getting the responses you expect. Then take heart, there are probably many more people than you realize reading your blog.

During the first week that moreburritos.com was on the web it received over 5,000 hits which is a HUGE number compared to the relatively small number of comments that it received on the articles. So people are probably reading your blog but just not commenting.

So do your part, pay it forward, comment on your friend's blogs and it will come back to you.

-Mike Morabito

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I don't know how many hits I get... SO COMMENT!

THANKS MIKE!

Serve Day!

The only evidence that I was there :P

"The Queen she likes 'em red If she saw white instead She'd raise a fuss And each of us Would quickly lose his head Since this is the part we dread We're painting the roses red!"
	While the girls were busy with making flowers... The men built an Arc! The poor fellow on the left had a name no one could pronounce, so they call him Spike.
So THIS is a cubit!

My Buggar Butts!

	If you are wondering what children do when there is no TV around... send them my way! The Son of Adam is reading Star Wars and the Daughter of Eve is reading Peter Pan.
Poor Elizabeth, and she was so young.
	"Your attention please. The Disneyland Limited now leaving for a grand circle tour of the Magic Kingdom, with stops at New Orleans Square, Mickey's Toontown, and Tomorrowland. All passengers 'Booooard!"

Randomness

Tea? Fish sticks? Rice? VERY SMALL CUTLERY?!? I think I'm turning Japanese, I'm turning Japanese, I reall think so!
	"Be nice to me, I gave blood today" Had I not been wearing a sticker with that slogan, I might not have gotten a free granola bar from the librarian!
Now Imagine arguing with him... yeah, you're right... scary.

The Mural

	Cat Hat
It was rather distressing, the entire time I was painting Humpty he was afraid I would smudge his shoes... silly ol' egg.
	I couldn't quite figure out why it took so darn long to paint Ben! it's a mystery
4am red eyes nappy hair believing she's part of the mural? What a strange girl.
	And so concludes my participation in the Monterey Park Public Library Children's Mural. For all of you who were wondering, basically Kent said he could no longer afford to pay me for this job, and as much as I LOVED this project, as a student who pays rent, I cannot afford to do volunteer work in LA. Yes it makes me sad.

Faux in Beverly Hills

For all of you who didn't know, THIS is faux. if that didn't rhyme you said faux wrong. (Foe) yeah... it's French.
	I think I also saw the goose that lays the golden eggs somewhere in that house...
This is iLia, and the last photo. I shall conclude with a funny story. My first day working with iLia I had almost fallen off of an 8ft ladder by stepping on my own foot. iLia went on to tell me the number one rule at a work site: "If you fall off the ladder they will make sure you're OK, but you wont get hired again". I then made sure to NOT fall off the ladder. However, the second to last day working in this particular home iLia somhow, you guessed it, fell off the small lader (which can be seen in the photo) He was ok, but the wall his elbow went through wasn't. After asking if he was OK, I made sure to alert him... he wont be hired again! AHAHAHAhahahahaha....

Well, I should have gone to bed three hours ago, but I was just SO determined to not get too far behind on posts. Please reward my lack of sleep with some comments!

love you all-
Rae

P.S. To see any of the photos larger just click on them!

You scored as Jane Bennet. As someone who would rather see the good in people, Jane is a true pacifist and caregiver. At times, her shy temperament and naive outlook of people can land her in a compliant position, but those who know her love her for her positive spirit and cheerful view of what surrounds her. Jane Bennet 72% Elinor Dashwood 72% Elizabeth Bennet 69% Emma Woodhouse 66% Marianne Dashwood 53% Charlotte Lucas 50% Lady Catherine 22% Which Jane Austen Character are You? (For Females) Long Quiz!!! created with QuizFarm.com

I always thought I was Elinor, apparently the tie breaker gave me Jane :D

Please be in prayer for me, I have lost the mural job and will need odd jobs to make money for the next three weeks... I had sacrificed a lot for the mural I was working on and it hurts to have to let it go.

I have to go finish my last figure, I'll make this post longer either tonight when I finish it (which might be up to five hours) or tomorrow... probably tomorrow.

Love you all-
In his hands-

Rae

Somewhat related image of the night:

I feel like this-
(yes, that is my car)