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those bu things....by Lynn Kyampaire Turyatemba on Sunday, February 8, 2009 at 7:39pm

1. Is my position in the 'sibling tree' at home:-)
2. Is the number of times I think through every decision I make.
3. Is the day on which I was born in September many years ago:-)
4. 4 is the number of siblings I have.laura, liza, rodney, jeremiah.
5. My intuition is 98% of the time, right on the mark!
6. I LOOOOVVVEEE MUSIC...every song I know brings back to me SPECIFIC memories, sad or joyful.
7. I love people, I think every single human being is IMPORTANT...even the ones I don't like or agree with.
8. I think dance is one of the deepest expressions of feeling, would love to marry a man with whom I can dance!...
9. 2009 is the year of LYNN!!! :-)...c.f. the Chinese calendar:-)
10. If I can laugh with you, I can trust you...
11. I still pee on my bed when am SUPER stressed...this last happened 6 months ago!
12. I miss my Mary Stuart room D16...alot of my growth happened in that room:-)
13. I think a kiss is more intimate than sex.
14. My friend Emmanuel and I still sing songs we used to sing at Kampala Parents' School assembly a decade ago!
15. chocolate over flowers , tea over soda, straight talk over dilly dallying:-). anyday.
16. I cry everytime people respond to "the altar call" whether it's on TV or in a service i am attending.
17. Is the day my dear, dear friend John Jook Akuach died in November 2008. I did the eulogy at his funeral service(attached hereto)
18. My favorite color is red.
19. I fell in love with God, Jehovah, of the 'Jesus Christ sacrifice' fame:-) 11 years ago on a 19th October, Sunday afternoon and I am yet to regret my decision to hang out with Him:-)
20. I want to have triplets, two gals and a boy:-)
21. Would love to go on a trip of Europe...train hop and all...live with an old French woman, who does not know a word in English, in her cottage for a month and hence learn that most intriguing language.
22. We are all destined to die once and then face judgement of our lives...
23. I believe am going to live to be 96 years old:-)
24. I am going to build homes all over Uganda called "Safe Havens" where women who are battered, are pregnant in difficult circumsatnces, are gene in NEED can come and find love, acceptance, encouragement, peace and basic skills to enable them stand upright on their own after a maximum of 0ne year's 'rehabilitation'
25. Is how many years it has taken me to understand that I need not be apologetic for my 'extraordinariness'!!!! :-)
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