Not so fair.
I just read on Litaäs blog that Skzlarr wished she and Bob a Merrz Christmas. I want to be jealous. Ö) But thatäs okaz. I wont be I wont. Becyuse, I mean... 4 wonderful people called me and left messages. That was lovelz.
)this post is being written from a euro kezboard and i have no desire to relearn how to tzpe, so figure it out. muahaha=
What is uuuuupppppp... mz email wont open. Östicks tongue outÖ
I have a cold and have not been sleeping because of it.
K, Iäm done.
So, good things:
I am learing a few words/sentances in German. Good times.
Helga and Wadim kick serious butt.
So do AJ and Anna.
The train from Kaiserslautern to Beilefeld runs a good waz along the Rhine. Beautiful.
There is snow everzwhere.
Mz stomach is full of Chinese food. And tea.
The room is full of the sounds of familz and Capernwraz with Casting Crowns in the background and a kezboard clicking in the foreground.
I got to be a part of a jr hi retreat zesterdaz.
I am tzping on a kezboard that has the Funnest Ever kezs: °§ßüöäµ HAH.
OOPS. haha. Couldnt get caps lock off there for a minute. Heh. Iäve got it all undercontrol now.
No more bad attitude. Now zou dont have to regret that zou read this.
Tchus.
27.12.04
Hm... Reality Check
I always thought that I had a decent grasp of reality. I understood that America is not the only country in the world of interest, that people are people every where you go, and that there really is a war going on involving real people.
But about an hour ago I stepped out into a parkinglot and wondered if maybe the loud noise I was hearing could be attributed to more construction in the area. No. It was a helicopter bearing wounded. The hospital that we were at evidently patches up the majority of injured Americans from the Middle East. The guy walking down the hall with the sling on his arm wasnt hurt playing football. Neither was the kid with the crutch and the limp in the cafeteria.
What a way to spend Christmas. I feel humbled for my lack of gratitude.
But about an hour ago I stepped out into a parkinglot and wondered if maybe the loud noise I was hearing could be attributed to more construction in the area. No. It was a helicopter bearing wounded. The hospital that we were at evidently patches up the majority of injured Americans from the Middle East. The guy walking down the hall with the sling on his arm wasnt hurt playing football. Neither was the kid with the crutch and the limp in the cafeteria.
What a way to spend Christmas. I feel humbled for my lack of gratitude.
24.12.04
"It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped 2 presents"
Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the undertaker, the clerk, the clergyman and the cheif mourner: Scrooge signed it. And Scrooges name was good for 'change upon whatever he put his hand to.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The children were nustled all snug in their beds, while visons of sugarplums danced in their heads.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved Christmas. She loved baking and shopping and wrapping and eating candycanes and reading and sitting by the fire and singing christmas carols. Once year she went away to another country. (A few other countries, to be exact) She was afraid that she would miss everyone too much, or not at all. Or that she would miss the traditions too much or not at all. But then when the time came she discovered that there are people and lights everywhere you go. And that her memories would hitch a ride in her backpocket even across as ocean or two, and they always will.
Christmas still came. It came with out packages, boxes or bows. And there came a sound from the Whos down in Whoville, the tall and the small. A sound that got louder and louder... "Welcome christmas, Christmas day. Christmas time is in our grasp, as long as we have hands to clasp"
Christmas comes to the Whos like a little light from the sky that gives them Who Hash and hands to hold. Christmas always comes, but as the Light of the World from heaven, Who gives us the Bread of Life and a hand that will never let got.
Merry Christmas and Love To All....
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The children were nustled all snug in their beds, while visons of sugarplums danced in their heads.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved Christmas. She loved baking and shopping and wrapping and eating candycanes and reading and sitting by the fire and singing christmas carols. Once year she went away to another country. (A few other countries, to be exact) She was afraid that she would miss everyone too much, or not at all. Or that she would miss the traditions too much or not at all. But then when the time came she discovered that there are people and lights everywhere you go. And that her memories would hitch a ride in her backpocket even across as ocean or two, and they always will.
Christmas still came. It came with out packages, boxes or bows. And there came a sound from the Whos down in Whoville, the tall and the small. A sound that got louder and louder... "Welcome christmas, Christmas day. Christmas time is in our grasp, as long as we have hands to clasp"
Christmas comes to the Whos like a little light from the sky that gives them Who Hash and hands to hold. Christmas always comes, but as the Light of the World from heaven, Who gives us the Bread of Life and a hand that will never let got.
Merry Christmas and Love To All....
21.12.04
*$ and McDonalds
What country am I in?
People say everything in the states is bigger, but let me tell you, I have never seen such a huge Starbucks.So big. And I guess this McDonalds is small, but only compared with the other fast food restaurants here in Leicester Square. The computer keyboard *is* odd, though. Very small and very hard to type on.
What country am I in?
No one speaks English. No, I'm not refering to the various British accents. French is the language I hear everywhere I go. Not even my barista was British. She's from Sao Paulo. *shrugs* It's a party.
Maybe Germany will actually be German.
People say everything in the states is bigger, but let me tell you, I have never seen such a huge Starbucks.So big. And I guess this McDonalds is small, but only compared with the other fast food restaurants here in Leicester Square. The computer keyboard *is* odd, though. Very small and very hard to type on.
What country am I in?
No one speaks English. No, I'm not refering to the various British accents. French is the language I hear everywhere I go. Not even my barista was British. She's from Sao Paulo. *shrugs* It's a party.
Maybe Germany will actually be German.
19.12.04
Fast Food is My Hero
Burger King has internet.
Internet that allows gmail and blogging, none the less.
(Last night, much to my deep disapointement, I discovered that my hostel does not.)
I'm sitting in a busy, shiny, crazy Piccadilly Circus right now, listening to horrible American pop music, smelling greasy food, and sensing questionable sticky under my fingers - and feeling very happy.
But it's Christmas time in London.
This weekend so far has been somewhat of a whirlwind of tourist attractions and photos. We're making good progress of seeing the city. Well, definitly the underside of it. Something like 1 1/2 hours a day have been spent in the tubes.... Piccadilly, Victoria, East City, Jubilee, Bakerloo, District; it gets us everywhere we need to go. Gives us our excersize, too - all those stairs, escalators and halls. "Mind the Gap" oh how it makes me laugh.
And Tracy's here with me.
Yay.
Internet that allows gmail and blogging, none the less.
(Last night, much to my deep disapointement, I discovered that my hostel does not.)
I'm sitting in a busy, shiny, crazy Piccadilly Circus right now, listening to horrible American pop music, smelling greasy food, and sensing questionable sticky under my fingers - and feeling very happy.
But it's Christmas time in London.
This weekend so far has been somewhat of a whirlwind of tourist attractions and photos. We're making good progress of seeing the city. Well, definitly the underside of it. Something like 1 1/2 hours a day have been spent in the tubes.... Piccadilly, Victoria, East City, Jubilee, Bakerloo, District; it gets us everywhere we need to go. Gives us our excersize, too - all those stairs, escalators and halls. "Mind the Gap" oh how it makes me laugh.
And Tracy's here with me.
Yay.
16.12.04
Awww
How fabulous is this:
Adrain and Joy let me help put up their tree and decorate it. *And* go to their niece's Christmas program. (129 little angels singing and reciting in little Irish accents - can it get any cuter? Yeah, didn't think so.)
And thank you small Irish towns with loads of Christmas lights and crooked Christmas trees.
Adrain and Joy let me help put up their tree and decorate it. *And* go to their niece's Christmas program. (129 little angels singing and reciting in little Irish accents - can it get any cuter? Yeah, didn't think so.)
And thank you small Irish towns with loads of Christmas lights and crooked Christmas trees.
This Place Is
...A novel - already written and waiting to happen.
Myths and stories abound, and it's no wonder... the landscape does lend it's self, as do the people.
The Giant's Causeway, where we visited on saturday, has a whole story surrounding it about two fighting giants, one from Scotland and one from Ireland (pronounced more like Arr-lan), that is just amazing. I'll try and put up some pictures. Then yesterday en rout to Castlewellyn and New Castle we drove past a pub called The Angler's Rest. (All you Wodehouse fans will understand.) And while driving through the countryside, not *really* lost, because one can never really get lost in Ireland, I have been informed, we drove past the Bronte homeland. Literature in all forms is simply everywhere.
It was a glorious sunset the whole afternoon (the sun starts setting at around 2pm, but isn't completely asleep till perhaps 4 or 4:30) and really quite magical. The imaginiation is frequently sparked, and in different ways every day, mostly due to the weather - if you think the weather in Ptown is manic, try England, and if you think that's bad, come to Ireland. I don't imagine that anyone could live here for too long with out having the inkling to start writing something.
Myths and stories abound, and it's no wonder... the landscape does lend it's self, as do the people.
The Giant's Causeway, where we visited on saturday, has a whole story surrounding it about two fighting giants, one from Scotland and one from Ireland (pronounced more like Arr-lan), that is just amazing. I'll try and put up some pictures. Then yesterday en rout to Castlewellyn and New Castle we drove past a pub called The Angler's Rest. (All you Wodehouse fans will understand.) And while driving through the countryside, not *really* lost, because one can never really get lost in Ireland, I have been informed, we drove past the Bronte homeland. Literature in all forms is simply everywhere.
It was a glorious sunset the whole afternoon (the sun starts setting at around 2pm, but isn't completely asleep till perhaps 4 or 4:30) and really quite magical. The imaginiation is frequently sparked, and in different ways every day, mostly due to the weather - if you think the weather in Ptown is manic, try England, and if you think that's bad, come to Ireland. I don't imagine that anyone could live here for too long with out having the inkling to start writing something.
14.12.04
What the
Full stomach
Shaved legs
Double bed.
I'm not at Capernwray.
Empty room
Missing friends
Empty arms
(no one to cuddle)
I'm not at Capernwray.
(thanks for the emails ya'll.... i love you.)
Shaved legs
Double bed.
I'm not at Capernwray.
Empty room
Missing friends
Empty arms
(no one to cuddle)
I'm not at Capernwray.
(thanks for the emails ya'll.... i love you.)
10.12.04
8.12.04
Gletig Jol
Merry Christmas ya'll... it's feeling like christmas today - half an hour ago I was sitting on my bed and heard "ding ding ding - allison moody please go to the main office you have a package waiting for you" and my whole room screamed. (so did the room next to us, I have just been informed) It was not my camera, but "it's still a party". (my grandparents are wonderful and sent some fudge and stuff. *shh* dont tell or my room'll get mobbed)
And it was christmas yesterday in Room 4. We had our own gift exchanging and junk food eating and game playing time. So rad. I love my room(ies).
And the hall is all beautified. (I'll try and take some pictures...) All christmasy.
And our christmas banquet is tonight.
Christmas. Yaaaay.
And it was christmas yesterday in Room 4. We had our own gift exchanging and junk food eating and game playing time. So rad. I love my room(ies).
And the hall is all beautified. (I'll try and take some pictures...) All christmasy.
And our christmas banquet is tonight.
Christmas. Yaaaay.
4.12.04
last weekend.
Amazing how time flies. It's already the last weekend before Christmas break at Capernwray. So weird.
Next week we'll all be split up and scattered all over the world. Some to not return.
This Christmas is for learining. Learning what Christmas actaully is, not just enjoying the traditions and familiar festivities, but actually paying attention to the "true meaning" (if I can be allowed to use the cliche).
Every year I say that's what I'm going to focus on, but this year I have no choice; here I am, not in Ptown, not at home, not with my family, not with Pioneer Square, not with Peacock Lane, not with Mt Hood, not with TBC, not with The Grotto, not with Lloyd Center, not with my usual collection of books, music, wrapping paper, and gift exchanges. But the things that aren't just my warm cozy traditions are still going to be with me on Christmas - Luke 2, Isaiah 9. And there will be some new experiences that should be exciting... Christmas Eve service in German, extra bonding time with Tracy, all sorts of good things.
God knows best and I'm excited for my upcoming Christmas experience and yours, too. *hugs*
Next week we'll all be split up and scattered all over the world. Some to not return.
This Christmas is for learining. Learning what Christmas actaully is, not just enjoying the traditions and familiar festivities, but actually paying attention to the "true meaning" (if I can be allowed to use the cliche).
Every year I say that's what I'm going to focus on, but this year I have no choice; here I am, not in Ptown, not at home, not with my family, not with Pioneer Square, not with Peacock Lane, not with Mt Hood, not with TBC, not with The Grotto, not with Lloyd Center, not with my usual collection of books, music, wrapping paper, and gift exchanges. But the things that aren't just my warm cozy traditions are still going to be with me on Christmas - Luke 2, Isaiah 9. And there will be some new experiences that should be exciting... Christmas Eve service in German, extra bonding time with Tracy, all sorts of good things.
God knows best and I'm excited for my upcoming Christmas experience and yours, too. *hugs*
2.12.04
Nearly
The weekend .
The Christmas program .
Christmas break .
Seeing my sister .
Missing you all .
To answer everyone's question of what I'm doing for xmas break:
Northern Ireland, London, various parts of Germany, Salisbury, Bath, London, Kent.
Is it all perfectly planned?
Mmmmm not so much. Much more so than most people's plans, though.
Now for my question....
Do you all *really* not want anything for xmas?
The Christmas program .
Christmas break .
Seeing my sister .
Missing you all .
To answer everyone's question of what I'm doing for xmas break:
Northern Ireland, London, various parts of Germany, Salisbury, Bath, London, Kent.
Is it all perfectly planned?
Mmmmm not so much. Much more so than most people's plans, though.
Now for my question....
Do you all *really* not want anything for xmas?
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