I love reading. Since I've been home, I have finished four books, and I'm about a third of the way through another. I've started making a list of the books I want to read while I'm gone. So far, they include
1. Three Cups of Tea
2. The Gunslinger
3. The Last Song
4. In The Grip of Grace
The first two books are part of a deal I made with my brother-in-law. He picked what I would read, and he has to read Sense and Sensibility. I probably got the better end of that deal. Next, I want to read a cheesey chick book, and because I liked the movie so much (don't judge) I chose this one. As for the last one, I just like Jesus books.
If anyone has recommendations, let me know!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Call me a nerd, but I am SUPER excited about this.
Harry Potter 7 looks spectacular. They better not screw it up like they've done before.
Harry Potter 7 looks spectacular. They better not screw it up like they've done before.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Waiting
Countdown: 15 days
Since I have been home, I have turned into a 1950s housewife. I'm not even kidding. This is what my day typically looks like:
Wake up/Get dressed
Have breakfast while reading a book
Clean a room in the house (typically one that everyone uses)
Bake something
Clean another room in the house (my own or a bathroom)
Watch TV or read more of a book
Begin making dinner so it will be ready shortly after the working folk who live here get home
Eat said dinner
Watch TV or a movie with my family while knitting
How ridiculous is that? Sometimes, I'll have a coffee date or something of that nature, but I'll still get all of that stuff done. Don't get me wrong, I love being accomplished, but it is so monotonous! I do basically the same thing every day, and I just cannot wait to have things on my To Do list like "Buy train tickets to Grenoble" or "Bike around town to find good coffee shop" or, of course, "Plan with Matthias when to get into London". Last night, we watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I am getting so excited for the 7th movie! And the best part? I'm going to visit Matthias in London that weekend and we're going to see it together. It's combining some of my favorite things: My brother, Travel, and Harry Potter. It's unfortunate that I have to wait until November for that trip, but it'll be worth it!
Since I have been home, I have turned into a 1950s housewife. I'm not even kidding. This is what my day typically looks like:
Wake up/Get dressed
Have breakfast while reading a book
Clean a room in the house (typically one that everyone uses)
Bake something
Clean another room in the house (my own or a bathroom)
Watch TV or read more of a book
Begin making dinner so it will be ready shortly after the working folk who live here get home
Eat said dinner
Watch TV or a movie with my family while knitting
How ridiculous is that? Sometimes, I'll have a coffee date or something of that nature, but I'll still get all of that stuff done. Don't get me wrong, I love being accomplished, but it is so monotonous! I do basically the same thing every day, and I just cannot wait to have things on my To Do list like "Buy train tickets to Grenoble" or "Bike around town to find good coffee shop" or, of course, "Plan with Matthias when to get into London". Last night, we watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I am getting so excited for the 7th movie! And the best part? I'm going to visit Matthias in London that weekend and we're going to see it together. It's combining some of my favorite things: My brother, Travel, and Harry Potter. It's unfortunate that I have to wait until November for that trip, but it'll be worth it!
Monday, August 9, 2010
France
In exactly 23 days, I will be on a plane heading to Lyon. How weird is that? Here's the story of how this all came to be.
When I was 13, my mom and I took a week-long trip to Paris. My sister was studying abroad at the time, and we went to visit her. I absolutely fell in love. I love speaking French, French food, the way the French live, everything. Most of the French people were rude, but some were actually quite nice. When we were at the Stravinsky Fountains (they're in one of the model shoots in Sabrina), we stopped to get a crepe at a little stand, and the guy there was so kind and even let me take a picture with him. Not to mention the fact that he made glorious crepes. Think about that for a second. In Paris, they have crepe stands like Americans have hot dog stands. What could be bad about a country that sells crepes on almost every corner? Ever since I came back from that trip, I have wanted to go back. I studied French all through high school and thanks to my fantastic teachers, I decided to be a French major. What do I plan to do with a French degree if I'm not teaching or working in some international business, you may ask? I plan to have a bakery, or as they say in French, pâtisserie. Yep, it makes just that much sense.
So, I applied to study abroad, got accepted, and then went to get my visa. Oh, what a nightmare that was. I had to leave camp for a day, which turned out to be fine and everything was working out just swimmingly. My mom and I triple checked everything, talked to North Park to make sure everything was in order, and headed downtown to the Consulate. I was feeling great. I had coffee in hand, my cute polka dot dress, and my red shoes, and I ran into my friend Emily on the train. We got to the Consulate with plenty of time, got called up and learned we were missing a document. Upon further investigating, it was not just a document, but a fee that took three weeks to process. And then we got lost in the boonies of Wisconsin on the way back to camp. Horrible day.
Three weeks later, I got the confirmation that everything was set and I could get my visa. And this morning, that's just what I did. Seriously, nothing could have gone smoother. To celebrate, I went to Borders and bought Corduroy, one of my favorite children books, and had an iced dark cherry mocha from Starbucks, dedicated to Jenny.
At the moment, the French are in control of my passport. I'm not sure how I feel about that. That's not true, I do no know how I feel about that. So now, I get to wait, unpack from camp, repack for France, and enjoy life in the meantime. Apparently, I'm supposed to be going there because everything is working out and one of my dreams is coming true. It's a little scary when that happens, and yet so exciting!
When I was 13, my mom and I took a week-long trip to Paris. My sister was studying abroad at the time, and we went to visit her. I absolutely fell in love. I love speaking French, French food, the way the French live, everything. Most of the French people were rude, but some were actually quite nice. When we were at the Stravinsky Fountains (they're in one of the model shoots in Sabrina), we stopped to get a crepe at a little stand, and the guy there was so kind and even let me take a picture with him. Not to mention the fact that he made glorious crepes. Think about that for a second. In Paris, they have crepe stands like Americans have hot dog stands. What could be bad about a country that sells crepes on almost every corner? Ever since I came back from that trip, I have wanted to go back. I studied French all through high school and thanks to my fantastic teachers, I decided to be a French major. What do I plan to do with a French degree if I'm not teaching or working in some international business, you may ask? I plan to have a bakery, or as they say in French, pâtisserie. Yep, it makes just that much sense.
So, I applied to study abroad, got accepted, and then went to get my visa. Oh, what a nightmare that was. I had to leave camp for a day, which turned out to be fine and everything was working out just swimmingly. My mom and I triple checked everything, talked to North Park to make sure everything was in order, and headed downtown to the Consulate. I was feeling great. I had coffee in hand, my cute polka dot dress, and my red shoes, and I ran into my friend Emily on the train. We got to the Consulate with plenty of time, got called up and learned we were missing a document. Upon further investigating, it was not just a document, but a fee that took three weeks to process. And then we got lost in the boonies of Wisconsin on the way back to camp. Horrible day.
Three weeks later, I got the confirmation that everything was set and I could get my visa. And this morning, that's just what I did. Seriously, nothing could have gone smoother. To celebrate, I went to Borders and bought Corduroy, one of my favorite children books, and had an iced dark cherry mocha from Starbucks, dedicated to Jenny.
At the moment, the French are in control of my passport. I'm not sure how I feel about that. That's not true, I do no know how I feel about that. So now, I get to wait, unpack from camp, repack for France, and enjoy life in the meantime. Apparently, I'm supposed to be going there because everything is working out and one of my dreams is coming true. It's a little scary when that happens, and yet so exciting!
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