Well, I have decided that I officially have a big mouth. Although I prefer to think of myself as simply having a large vocabulary, it sometimes gets me in trouble no matter what I call it. For example, the other day I used the word meticulous in Bible study. All the other girls just stared at me. They were completely... um, shall we say... befuddled.  Nothing against the girls at all - they're awesome. It just struck me funny. And that's not the first time it's happened.

I sent an email to Andrew Vandever the other day, and I realized why I like talking to him so much. It's not because of an emotional attachment or anything like that... it's that he understands my big words! Even better... he actually uses them! He speaks my language!  He's about the only person outside my family who I can count on always understanding everything I say!

Arduous. I used that word in a Road Report. Andrew laughed. He said he could tell that I wrote that road report, just because I used that one word! He said he couldn't imagine anyone else on the mission trip using words that big in normal, everyday life.

So, I have a big mouth. But I kinda like it that way. I mean, what if I had to say "paying attention to details" every time I really meant "meticulous?" Or "difficult and tiring" every time I meant "arduous?" There's a level of satisfaction that I get from using just the right word. So, I'm proud of my big mouth. Yes, I'm wierd that way.