Lena Bluestein

The story of me has to start with small intros on the gene pool I came from mostly to help you see some of the roots of lunacy. Come on, we all have crazy families! I tend to believe my parents’ choosing to start their family in Norway was my dad’s doing - it certainly wasn’t for my mother’s sanity. No I think my dad's glad we were born overseas. He may even have plans to hide his dual- citizen children in the mountains of Norway when the tribulation comes. Just incase America does begin to sink into the sea.
First mom and dad had my older brother, then me and after the birth of my sister the family felt there was only so much more excitement that could come from dairy farming life. I guess administering utter cream to the cracked nipples of a needy heifer wasn’t exactly our piece of pie? So we decided to brave the sea to the West in hopes that the world was not flat. Good news is we found land; the bad news was it was my grandparents’ basement, which seemed strangely reminiscent of the cracked nipples. I only say that as the four year-old that repeats her parents’ thoughts as her own though. Really my big memories are of grandma’s tid-bits as we ate breakfast at Hardee’s. Did you know if you use just half your biscuit for the breakfast sandwich you can have the other half for butter and jam? These are of course words that I still live by.
My parents did the necessary “working their butts off” with about five jobs each. I think they still work that hard, but I’m pretty sure the booty is getting to be a permanent fixture. When we found our blue castle on the park we figured no better thing for elementary school children to do than to begin specializing as carpenters, landscapers and scaffolding painters. After my freshmen year in Northville we had more than tripled the value of that house.
So, with new adventures on the horizon the family packed up the ox and wagon to move to Ludington, Michigan. I figured why not spend my sophomore year feeling like the new freshmen again
my mom says I seem to love persecution
so here’s to you mom! Turned out pretty well though apart from Ludville’s plague of sand and spiders. Big bro and I stuck things out together; we never have actually liked or dated anyone that wasn’t first the other’s best friend.
High School – well, I initially planned to take calculus and the like by the horns, but it turns out I dodged all but Spanish IV (in terms of hard classes) before they dressed my in black and sent me off to big kid school. My best girlfriends and I duked it out living in a two bedroom apartment for 12 – 18 months. I say it in months because at first it’s so joyous that you count the days like you do that of your newborn child. But after a while you’re just in awe of how much time has gone by. I’m not sure if that’s because I was surprised we hadn’t killed each other or if I was just sad that our time together had come to an end.
Speaking of children
I have a beautiful baby boy now, Espen Fisher, of whom my very attractive husband Daniel is the father! After my wedding I graduated Rhema Bible Training Center. On our one year anniversary Daniel and I moved everything we owned, including the baby in my belly to live up in Ludington, MI near my family. I survived the hottest summer in the history of Lena. It could have been the last trimester of my pregnancy that made me hotter, but who can tell anyways!?
We are junior high youth pastors now and that being said you might think it strange that Britney Spears has been the hot topic at our home this past week. But as crazy as it seems we seem to be on the same page as Britney. We have an eight month baby boy just like she does; and just like Mrs. Spears we too have another child on the way!