This week has been a busy one (which isn't unusual). I've been taking and preparing for finals. There really just isn't time to appropriately prepare for each final. If I was actually dating, it would be even more complicated, although perhaps more fun. There has been a little excitement in this pretty dull time.
For three nights we've had a hit and runner leave little things, a quarter, a penny in an egg, one brownie, one cookie. This has gone on for about three nights. The first night I wasn't home when it happened. The second night we were too slow getting to the door to catch them. They came twice. The third night, this mystery person came and I bolted out the door, but didn't go the right direction. But, hopefully tonight, if they come again, I will chase them down and catch them. Once I catch them, I'll let them go. So, that's been kind of fun to get a late night run looking for this person.
I already took my religion and jazz history finals. The religion went really well, and the jazz history was a little unsure. Well, I'm going to go ahead and work on my Chemical Engineering study so that I can do OK on the final. I wish that I had something a little more exciting to report back, but I really don't.
Goodnight.
April 18, 2008
April 11, 2008
My Blog
This is my personal blog. This blog is focused on me and I figured I would have more to say about the past than the future, so, my life in Retrospect seemed to be a good foundation for the blog. Of course, the past is meaningless without a future--so the title isn't designed to limit my perspective to the past only. Hopefully this will be useful to family to know what I'm up to or to Devin and Chase when it's getting late and I'm not home yet--so that they don't worry.
Frisbee training with Joe and Eldon went well today. We not only practiced catching and throwing, but we worked on our sprinting long passes. We then had dinner, prepared by the women (specifically, Brittany held Sophie and Stephanie cooked). The food was very good and then I finished my laundry. I didn't do it last week because of conference, so it was good. I'd been wearing all of my socks for the second time this week. I smelled them each morning and they smelled alright. I guess if you only wear them one day in seven, they have time to deodorize and smell alright with each wearing. Two questions for grandma: In your childhood, were socks washed with each wearing or did you wash them less often? Or, is that even something important enough to remember 80 years later? Assignment for Paula, Mom, Dad, John or Melissa: Help grandma to post her first reply to a blog.
That's all for tonight. I now understand why some people use blogs instead of diaries. Ann Frank wrote "Dear Kitty"--addressing her entries to some real or imaginary cat named Kitty that would never read her diary. When writing a public entry, I can imagine that some family member or person will read my entry and so that gives me an audience that is more realistic than a Kitty. So, I hope from time to time you all have the chance to check in on me. This isn't to replace phone calls to me, or letters.
Frisbee training with Joe and Eldon went well today. We not only practiced catching and throwing, but we worked on our sprinting long passes. We then had dinner, prepared by the women (specifically, Brittany held Sophie and Stephanie cooked). The food was very good and then I finished my laundry. I didn't do it last week because of conference, so it was good. I'd been wearing all of my socks for the second time this week. I smelled them each morning and they smelled alright. I guess if you only wear them one day in seven, they have time to deodorize and smell alright with each wearing. Two questions for grandma: In your childhood, were socks washed with each wearing or did you wash them less often? Or, is that even something important enough to remember 80 years later? Assignment for Paula, Mom, Dad, John or Melissa: Help grandma to post her first reply to a blog.
That's all for tonight. I now understand why some people use blogs instead of diaries. Ann Frank wrote "Dear Kitty"--addressing her entries to some real or imaginary cat named Kitty that would never read her diary. When writing a public entry, I can imagine that some family member or person will read my entry and so that gives me an audience that is more realistic than a Kitty. So, I hope from time to time you all have the chance to check in on me. This isn't to replace phone calls to me, or letters.
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