My grandpa’s birthday

April 25th, 2010

This past Friday, April 23, was my grandpa’s 90th birthday. 90 is pretty old, at least in my book, and I think there is definitely something to be said for someone who sticks around for that long 🙂 I’m rather glad my grandfather (dad’s dad) has, since I love him very much and I certainly don’t want to see him go. For those of you who don’t know, I grew up on a big farm, and my grandparent’s house is on the same farm, about a mile away. The farm office and the other rooms where my grandpa spent most of his time during my childhood were in the big white house where I grew up. So from the time I was big enough to remember anything, I remember seeing, and playing with, my grandpa almost every day.

My grandpa is a great man, he put up with my Dad anyway and that’s saying something ( Love ya Da!! ;)> ). He is pretty quite and keeps to himself unless he needs to get something done. He doesn’t show a lot of emotion, except of course, when he is teasing someone or telling a joke. Then his face splits into a wide grin and he laughs, and there is a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He teases my poor grandmother endlessly, and I know she loves every minute of it 🙂 He is always giving advice and little pearls of wisdom whenever he thinks you need it (“you know you shouldn’t eat sugar, its bad for your teeth,” “make sure you get plenty of exercise, it’ll keep you healthy.”). He is very, very hardworking and very careful, precise, and knowledgeable in his work, which has been managing our large farm for the past 40 some years or more. He is also the most generous person I know. He and my grandmother have quite spoiled us grand-kids with wonderful gifts while also teaching us the importance of hard work and responsibility.

I have learned so much from my grandfather, and wouldn’t trade growing up on my farm for anything in the world. I think every kid should get to grow up on a farm with their grandparents. I am so thankful for him and wish there was something I could do for him that could come even close to repaying him for all he as done for me over the years. I can’t, of course, though a nice batch of home-made chocolate chip cookies goes a long way in his book 🙂 My grandma certainly did a good thing when she decided to marry my grandpa, and I want to congratulate him on his 90th birthday and say: “Grandpa, I love you.”

Stupid Internet Vultures

April 25th, 2010

I have recently discovered that, apparently, I’m extremely poplar on the internet. No, really. In the past three months, over 200 people have signed up on my blog. Must mean I have lots of friends, right? Wrong. I have been experiencing a phenomena not unexpected but definitely annoying. Basically big internet websites get little brownie points with the google search engine based on how many other websites they’re a part of, or something like that, so they go around and subscribe to all these random websites for no reason at all just to spread around their dern IP address. At least I think that’s how it works, Dad can correct me if he wants. To make a long story short, I just deleted 242 users from my website, and if I accidentally deleted one of you, my faithful and dedicated readers, I humbly beg your apology. The way I recognize the vultures is that they have really random, nonsense names. So that means that if you want to make things easier on me, I would really really appreciate it if you would make your user-name your full name (First name Last name) with a space in-between. That way I’ll recognize you and you’ll never have to worry about being accidentally deleted. Thanks so much!

Hi! *contrite look* I’m still alive, actually

April 11th, 2010

I don’t know why I feel bad about not posting for a while, live is crazy and we all know that, so I should really stop worrying about it. But of course I feel bad because I know you guys like reading my posts and I want to make you happy 🙂 Anyway, I guess I’ll post when I make time and the Lord will help you to endure when I don’t ;)>

I had a great spring break at home. I vegged a lot, watched a lot of movies/read a lot of books, and played with my nephew. My nephew is cute, and surprisingly low maintenance and quiet compared to my expectations (of course, I’m not around him that much, his mother might have more to say on the subject). He also likes to throw up on you at your least suspecting moment. He is only 3 months old, but is already quite big, is grinning and smiling all the time, and is trying to master the art of crawling, though he hasn’t quite figured out yet that he has to push his legs/arms against the ground, not wave them around in the air, in order to move. He’ll figure it out eventually.

While I was home, I also tested for red-black belt at my Tae-Kwon-Do school. I enjoyed doing that and going to a demonstration we put on at the local high-school. I have plenty of friends at my TKD school, and the martial art is fun, a good outlet for my violent side (I’m rather fond of attacking people ;)> and of course good self defense techniques in case someone jumps me (believe me, I’d make sure they sorely regretted it).

Also while I was home, I packed up most of my earthly belongings in boxes in preparation for my family moving form the house we’ve lived in for 23 years, to my grandparents basement. This is because we are, hopefully, selling the house (which is big, old, and needs someone who can afford to take care of it properly), and, eventually, building our own on a piece of land across the road from my grandparent’s house. I spent a lot of time helping my mom and sister un-clutter my grandparents house to make room for us and all our stuff. They are still plugging away even now, and I think they hope to make the move around the end of May/early June. Your prayer for the whole process is much appreciated.

Back at college, I am not beginning my third week of school this spring quarter. The first two weeks were pretty hectic and busy, mostly because of Bulldog prep. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to tell you all about it now, I have got to go do some Arabic homework. Hopefully I’ll find time to do “Episode II” next Sunday and you’ll get to hear all about the awesomeness of Bulldog prep (Oorah!!).

Last week of school

March 8th, 2010

Final week is here. That means crunch time with papers and finals. Surprisingly, I don’t have any presentations I’m doing. I’ve already done one, but this quarter it is mostly papers and finals. I am very excited for this quarter to be over, because next quarter I start Bulldog training, that is, a preparatory training program for going to OCS this summer. For you non-military types, everybody in a program that is training them to become an officer in the USMC (there are several programs besides ROTC), must go to and pass OCS, Officer Candidate Training. It is a period of evaluation and winnowing of the ranks, to see who’s serious and can really do this stuff and who’s jacking off and needs to be thrown out. That will be July-August for me. The bulldog prep that we do here at OSU puts us through a lot of the stuff we’ll have to do at OCS. Its every morning (of the school week) from 0600-0800. Its going to be challenging, mostly because I’ll be very tired and worn out, and I’ll have to do all my classwork in addition to this stuff.

So, I’m excited about starting that. I’m also excited about my spring break because A: I will be testing for my red-black belt in Tae-Kwon-Do, something I’ve been working toward for a long time. I’ve been taking Tae-Kwon-Do for four years now and normally I would have tested for it a while ago but I missed several testing cycles because of time conflicts when I was home on break. B: I will get to see (hopefully) my older sister and nephew, who are planning to visit if they can work it out. And then of course, the just all around wonderfulness of being home and getting to see my family.

It will, however, be strange for me and somewhat challenging this spring break because my family is preparing to move out of the house we have lived in for 22 years. Not an easy task, physically or emotionally. I suspect they’re going to make me pack up my whole room when I’m home (grrrr). I’ll live though. Anyway, please pray that all the moving goes smoothly and I can enjoy being home despite it. Also pray for my finals, and that I would be able to prepare myself, physically and mentally, to do well in Bulldog prep.

Thanks, and God bless you all.

Valentine’s day

February 15th, 2010

So, one of my room-mates declares that Valentine’s Day is silly; just a big excuse to sell and buy a bunch of stuff. At the same time, she very happily received Valentine’s Day cards and goodies from her family and a few…admirers. I even gave her a little something, which she very much liked. Still she maintains that Valentine’s Day is silly. We all tease her that she feels that way because she doesn’t have a guy.

Of course, none of us “have a guy,” though all my room-mates have admirers, some more welcome than others. Read the rest of this entry »

Snow and Penthouses

February 6th, 2010

I’m sitting on the top (11th) floor of the new Thompson library of OSU campus.  The very top floor is a nice, penthouse-like study room, with lots of windows and window seats, nice leather couches, and an old oriental rug.  It has a nice kind of attic feeling to it.  Looking out the window, all is white.  Its snowing polar bears and arctic foxes out there.  I’m holed up here to do homework until the library closes at 10pm.  Its about 5:20 now.  Hopefully I’ll get something done ;)>.  I’ve got a group presentation to work on and a midterm paper to write, and I know that I’ve got to do them now or I’ll never get them done over the weekend, I’ll be too un-motivated.  Anyway, I just had the impulse to post something, since I missed last week.  Oh, and I’m also delaying getting started on my homework as long as possible ;)>.

Quarterdeck Ball

January 23rd, 2010

Ok, before we get started I’m going to lay down one ground-rule: you are not allowed to read this post and not comment (in some fashion or another, you can comment on my blog or you can e-mail me, either way is fine). You have been duly warned. If I hear you gush about these pictures next time I see you, but you never actually commented on them, grrrrrr. Ok, I’ll make an exception for anyone over 70 years old. People that old shouldn’t have to be forced to use *adopts creaky old-person voice* “these here new-fangled thingy-ma-watsits that young people these days spend so much time in front of. Hmph, these dern youngins, don’t know how to hand-write a decent letter every once-in-a-while. They’ve gone hog-wild about all this new tech-ni-ol-ogy. Now when I was a youngin, tech-ni-ol-ogy was puttin a penny in the candy machine and then out comes this here piece of candy!”

Ahem….sorry, that was fun to write, hopefully you found it slightly amusing and not at all insulting 😉 Gotta love the old days. The point is that my grandparents are exempt, but I’m pretty sure all the rest of you need to comment on my pictures :}.

So….drumroll please….Quaterdeck was a BLAST!!!! I had tons of fun, mostly because this year I knew everyone there and so I was surrounded by friends. We had a great location, at the Columbus Athenaeum (built in 1896 no less) and the ceremonies went off without a hitch. I was actually part of the ceremonies, I carried the Coast Guard cover for the POW/MIA table. Fortunately I managed to not mess up. The food was pretty good, not as good as the MC ball back in Nov., but nothing to turn your nose up at. And, they had cheesecake :0!!!!

Of course, the other reason it was so much fun was that this year, I did something totally unexpected (to myself as well as my family), and definitely breaking from my past image of aloof disinterest in all things girly and feminin. Sigh, I might as well fess up….I bought an evening gown…..and wore it….to the ball. And you know what I found out? Acting like a girl is a lot more fun than I thought it would be *lol, sheepish look* I guess I’m finally growing out of my younger, rebellious, teenage stage when all teenagers have to have something to rebel against or else they’re not teenagers ;)> To be more serious, I believe that God has worked in my heart and mind the past few years to help me mature and grow into the godly woman he wants me to be instead of staying the rebellious girl that I wanted to be.

So, the point is that last night was a big deal for me, a kind of “coming out and admitting that, yes, I actually am a woman and, dare I say it, aspire to be a lady.” A Butt-Kicking-Devildog-USMC lady, but a lady none-the-less. (and if you thing those things a mutually exclusive, think again). So here’s the point where you are allowed to say “I told you so!” and snicker over my abrupt about-face (are women fickle or what?)…………………………………………………………………….alright, moment over, now be quite and stop teasing me, or I won’t post pictures *gleefully dangles pictures of me in an evening gown over a large crowd of begging fans….ok maybe not*

So, I had a great time, danced with some guys, some girls, and a lot with myself, took some pictures, talked to people, and did not drink anything since I’m obviously not over 21 (though a couple guys tried to convince me that it doesn’t really apply to military functions, which I believe was true in past years, but they’ve become more strict now-a-days. In any case, I don’t like alcohol). After about an hour of dancing, hanging out, and taking pictures, most of the older mishipmen and all the MECEPs with their wives/dates (for those of you who’ve forgotten, the MECEPs are the older, prior enlisted Marines who are now getting their degree and an officer billet), left to go hit the bars. I stayed (of course), danced some more with my friends, and then caught a ride home with a couple other car-less midshipmen.

Upon arriving at my dorm, my room-mates jumped me (well, sort of) and demanded a retelling of the night and pictures. Did I mention that I have a new room-mate? Her name is Sydney, and she’s pretty amazing. We all get along tremendously well, and I’ve never had such fun before with any of my past or current room-mates. So we got to bed around….1:30 am. Being the disgusting person that I am, I woke up all on my own about 8:30 and got up, because sleeping late is obviously such a waste of time ;)> Oh yeah, and because I had this really long post that I was basically commanded to make (with pictures) and I want to get at least SOME homework done today.

What? What is that I hear? Oh, you want to hear about the dress do you? Yes, I suppose I did forget to tell you about it, how silly of me >:). You’ve already heard the first part of the story, where Kirsten, the girlfriend of another midshipman, heard that I had not yet bought a dress and determined to find one for me. We went to a thrift store and I tried on a few. There was one really pretty black and white one that I wanted, but there was the little problem of it being about six sizes too small. Among the six or seven I tried on, there were about three that fit me or could be altered to fit me and that I might actually consider wearing. Two were red, and nothing really exciting to look at, and the third was an olive drab green (not the best color for me, says my mom) dress of a simple, but elegant style. For anyone who cares, its a Daniel’s bridal dress, which new online costs 155$. I bought it for 25$ *smiles smugly*.

It was about two sizes too big, so Kirsten very graciously offered the use of her apartment and sewing machine so I could alter it. It took me about five hours, but with help from Kirsten and her mom (who makes costumes for some kind of drama club), I took it in, replaced the zipper with a lace-up back, and hemmed it. It worked! (yeah, I was so worried I would mess it up horribly).

It was quite a hit, mostly because I have a reputation of being decidedly un-feminin and this is the first time I’ve worn a dress to any NROTC function (so its the first time any of those people had EVER seen me in a dress, period). It also might have something to do with me looking good in it, which everybody said I did. I’ve always had this mental block against the idea that I was, or could be, pretty (don’t ask me why, I don’t really know), so I’ll just leave it to you all to decide. I am who I am and I don’t really care to think of myself as pretty or not pretty, because then I’ll get all stressed out about it and that’s a waste of time.

So now I will finally post the pictures, and I >:)> eagerly await you’re comments. Read the rest of this entry »

Another week

January 18th, 2010

Whatdoyaknow! I’m writing again. Don’t get spoiled. I am actually half watching a documentary on Chinese wildlife. Wow. Its pretty amazing. I don’t suppose I even need to say “Waaaa, want to go and see it!!!” And my Chinese wouldn’t even do me any good talking with the animals ;)>

Ok, so nothing particularly exciting happened this week, except perhaps for my excursion on Friday night. Read the rest of this entry »

Wow, I’m lame, but now I’m finally posting

January 11th, 2010

How’s that for a title?

I have no excuse for leaving my poor, huge mass of fans out in the dark and I just know you’ve all been pulling your hair out and threatening to go on strike if I don’t post more updates! Kidding. Mostly I have been busy, and the times when I could have posted I was busy doing other non-essential things like reading 😉

I’ve thought about posting often, and I’ve just never gotten around to it. Well, now I am. Hopefully this year I can keep up with at least a short post every couple weeks. We’ll see.

Lets see, brief summary of the Fall. Read the rest of this entry »

Timeline of my travels

August 2nd, 2009

Warning, to save time I didn’t proof read this, so no fussing at me for grammar/spelling mistakes.  I don’t have a lot of time, so be happy with what you get.

Well, my week of travel was VERY amazing (I really can’t describe how incredibly amazing parts of it were), and it felt like a lot longer than just a week.  To give a quick rundown of what I did and where I went when, here’s a list of my adventure:

Friday:  Left in the morning by bus to Palmyra, a tourist city that exists because of the very old Roman and pre-Roman ruins of a city that used to be a major trading route.  That evening I visited some tombs, and a castle up on a big hill overlooking the ruins to watch the sun set.

Saturday: Got up at 4:30 and met a Bedu man named Jasim so I could get a camel ride up to the castle to watch the sun rise over the ruins.  After the sun rose he let me “drive” the camel back down and we went to the ruined city of Palmyra.  I spent the morning wandering around the ruins and visiting the ancient Temple of Baal.  That afternoon I hung out at the oasis with some more Bedouins and some other tourists.  That night Jasim took me Read the rest of this entry »