http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20061128/ts_csm/acolleges

Just found this interesting, and pertinent to what we left and our alma in her present state. The final thought made my eyebrows raise and I think that may be the problem.... what do you guys think?

I suppose Steve is right (not a phrase I frequently use, by the way): It’s about time I write a real blog. I’ve been avoiding writing anything because I feel like there are so many uncertainties going on right now, and I’ve been waiting until I have something concrete to say before I blog. But I have now realized that it is the nature of life (especially my life) to be confused about what is coming next. So here’s what I know: I turned in my thesis, I defend it on Friday, followed by two weeks of revisions which my committee will hopefully find satisfactory and then…I graduate. Finally. Beyond that, I have no answers. But despite the confusion about the pending future, life is good. Very good.

Last weekend Krista, Kristy Folwer, Sarah Ebner and I all went down to good old O-town for Lenny and Piper’s wedding. We were looking forward to a beautiful wedding, fun with old friends, and a rockin’ (oh yes, I said rockin’) dance. We were not disappointed. Reverend Wakefield brought tears to our eyes, and JD and Swanny DJ’d with the grace and skill of professionals. Most importantly, we made it back without breaking down in Story City, an event which made the last Omaha wedding an occasion to remember for more than one reason. Seeing everyone made me excited for our 5-year reunion, which by the way is shaping up to be quite the affair. Don’t miss it.

Jambo from Tanzania! I have a week left in Africa, and I am loving my time here! It has really been great! If you get a chance, head over to chrisfolkestad.blogspot.com and check out my blog. I have an interesting story about an elephant and myself. If you have a second, send up a quick prayer for us. Thanks guys, I will report more when I return home. I am preaching tomorrow at church!

Talk to you later
Folkestad

I realized that I haven't actually posted since September, and I feel ashamed. So I put on Stairway to Heaven, and I'm hoping not to overshadow or disrupt what has traversed here lately, but I don't want to worry anyone, like Gabe.
I made the classic Better than Sex cake recipe for my Home Community group, all of whom shorned the name to sex cake, making it more like a nickname than a delicious dessert. In all things that I do, what I imagined and what I actually accomplished were in discord. I ran out of the spray-can whipped cream with about 1/8 of the cake left to frost. My Kit-Kat crumbles came out as either dust or mouth-sized chunks. My roommate comment that the sweetened-condensed milk pooled on the edges of the cake looked like snot. Still, it tasted like it was supposed to, better than-getting dumped by your Australian sex cake-sex cake. That was wrong, I know. I'm trying to decide if she would be offended if she saw that. I, of course, would simply be pleasantly suprised to be referred to as sex cake. Enough of that.
Oh, by the way, the actual story of Aladdin in 1001 Nights is quite different than the Disney version. Woah now, Walt Disney! That's all I have to say. Who doesn't want to have a Moroccan sorceror's brother posing as an old hermit-type woman trying to kill Aladdin, only to get stabbed in the chest? Oh, and the story takes place in China, unless the people who translated my version misunderstood Arabia for China. They also say wroth and waxed like somebody's gonna make it illegal before they finish writing the book. Just ask me if Aladdin had three wishes or not. So much for literary accuracy in cartoons.
A week from today will be the first paid vacation of my life. What you all have taken for granted for three years is an utterly new delight to me. This of course, assuming I don't get fired in the next four days of work.
So enough about my odd life, with work and Arab literature and missing Australian sex cake- or whatever I'm trying to say while offending not just a few of you. When's Lynnea really gonna blog again? That's what I should devote all my blogging to - being the woman before the evil judge (not that Lynnea is evil, or a judge, and I'm not a woman [though that's been contested before in public]). Ah, you know what I mean. Somebody come visit me. Brad never ended up up here, so somebody's gotta get here so I can show off the west coast. I've gotta go to bed. Friday means we can wear jeans to work. Lucky me.

I am really sorry for the flury of posts by me, but I wanted to let you know that I will be blogging of my trip to Africa. I have already started actually. I will be leaving on Wednesday and returning on the 27th. Feel free to stop by and comment. It would be great to hear from others while I am there. check out my blog at chrisfolkestad.blogspot.com!
It just might inspire me to continue blogging, who knows!
whatever....
Chris

Based on the overwhelming response and "Ada boys" I recieved from the C&MA post, I thought I better get the other exciting news to all of you as quick as possible. And... based on the fact that I leave for Tanzania, Africa in T minus 5 days, (That is HUGE news in its self), I better get it out.

Kate and I decided that Gabe was just having too much fun being like the only parent figure on this blog, so we decided to join in the fun. Kate is due sometime in May. Fairly exciting stuff! For the few of you that I have talked to in the last couple months and said there was no news on any babies for us, I kinda lied. We just wanted to make sure all was well before the info was worthy of the blog.

So there you have it. I was licensed for the CMA, I am spending the next 3 weeks of my life in Africa, and I am the soon to be dad to the coolest kid in the world. Life is full of high blood pressure moments, and it looks like mine are just starting.

Happy times at the Folkestad home.

So I do not have chapter 2 ready yet. Unfortunately it has become a much longer chapter then I was hoping for, but more on that later. I just wanted to post some pics of my amazingly beautiful kids.