So here we are, living in Charlotte. Crazy times. I'm so behind in my blogging/journalling/updating that I'm going to just do this:

Top 9 most interesting things that have happened since we moved here:
(in no particular order)

10 - we found a chunk of weave on our front lawn
*to the uninformed, weave is strands of human hair that black women (and men) have attached to their head to give the appearance of long,lustrous locks. How'd it get there? Who knows...

9 - a three legged dog ran by

8 - instead of doing street combat, we just sit on our front porch in our walmart lawn chairs and people just seem to wander up...perhaps it's the novelty of white among black

7 - we locked ourselves out of the house, so we popped the screen off of one of our windows, Rob boosted me up and I went through the window...needless to say it was likely the first time that white folk done gone an broke in a house down he' in dis 'hood...

6 - we witnessed our neighbour - a young black mother of one - stab her own car tires out during a domestic dispute

5 - the same neighbour and her drunkass boyfriend came by later on for soda and spiritual talk (Rob lept out of bed in the middle of the night to stop the guy from beating on our neighbour, only to find that she was the one with the knife...so we invited the guy in until she cooled off...they ended up sticking around for a couple of hours, so we decided to call it cell...

4 - our landlord stopped by to give us a prophetic word (he's a godly southern baptist man just trying to make his way on the 'what would Jesus eat' diet)and after praying with him, he was slain in the Spirit. Or you could say he had a glory fit if you were sec. Or, if you were an innocent non-Christian bystander you would've said he lost his balance and all 400lbs of him toppled over onto the hardwood floor, except for his head, which landed in Heather's lap

3 - the first night that we moved in, we were just settling in to our squishity air bed (whose little plug popped out in the night and we awoke cold and grumpy and on the floor)when we heard noise outside. We both sprang up to peek skillfully out the window and we saw a car three feet from our window with the trunk popped and two guys shuffling around rifles. Then, another car pulled up and three guys jumped out and they had handguns pointed at the other guys. They settled their dispute and took off. We prayed out fear and went to bed.

2 - then night that we got home from RootsSouth we woke up suddenly to what I thought were five hard knocks on our front door. Assuming someone needed help, I got out of bed to look out the window and see who was outside. Rob - more knowledgeable about these sorts of things than me - pulled me back down tight to him and said "Baby, what are you doing?" I replied "there is someone at our door" He said "Nuh uh...those were gun shots, keep away from the window."
So there you go...who'da thought that gunshots and doorknocks sound so alike?