Well, I have been forced and conscripted onto the blog by my wise and sometimes annoying father. I have been requested several times to take time out of my busy schedule to write a post, so here it goes. Life for the past several months has been an unending stream of school (now in my second year of high school) work, (at the kennel where Sarah, Lydia, and Andrew worked) and trying to clean the house and get some enjoyment out of life. Also Continue reading “Now a member”
My dear humans…
Due to some longstanding misconceptions about my position in the household, and in anticipation of the upcoming holiday festivities, I have decided
to modify my normal policy of non-verbal communication and instruct my “owner”, Dad, to post a few comments for me. Of course, I don’t want to impose (beyond the normal requirements of royalty), but merely to clarify what everyone around me knows quite well already. If you, my humans, will be so kind as to read and carefully observe the few rules I have posted below, our occasional and unfortunate misunderstandings may be kept to a minimum:
- Some of you are confused about my weight; I have even heard the word “fat” used in my vicinity. My responsibilities include night patrols, in case you haven’t noticed, and it gets cold in the dead of winter. Keeping warm requires extra fur and a little extra “me”, shall we say. Comprende?
- I’m a carnivore… you know- meat. Icky green stuff from your plate, fruit, other such… please, let’s not be insulting. The catfood is OK, though boring. Milk is better; cheese is interesting; what we need more of around here is m.e.a.t.
- About those insufferable, wiggly goofballs with collars– must we have them? Yes, I know, one of them was homeless and … (the origin of the other escapes me). Mergle (God rest him) did do us all a great service by beating that one- the short one– up and chasing it around the yard. I haven’t gotten around to doing it myself; the teeth are a problem; but I have a mind to. Must they act like infants all the time?? Serena, I understand you are in charge of the feeding; could you train some sense into them as well? If you don’t mind, teach them to bow in my presence. Once we get that done, I will consider keeping them around … for entertainment, I suppose.
- Cats (that’s me) rule. Humans (that’s you guys) obey. Not to be blunt, but… occasionally, a little reality is a good thing.
That’s all for now. You may post your replies and (adoring) comments below. Above all, be of good cheer– I accept you.
Fondly,
H.M. Midnight
Another week
Dear Family and Friends,
Well, I had my arabic oral midterm on Thursday, and I think it went well. And, praise the Lord, our wonderful teacher moved our written to monday so I have more time to study. In my Chinese reading/writing class we have finished reading “The Lady in the Painting” an old chinese folk story (and a pretty good one I think) and now we are moving on more advanced text books. I turned in my comparative studies mid-term papers, I’ll get a grade on those next week. We are now moving on to Continue reading “Another week”
Some pics of College
Here are two pictures for your enjoyment. One is of me in one of my medieval dresses. I had put it on earlier in the quarter to wear to one of the Rennaisance guild meetings. Sadly, I could not become a member, but at least I got to go once or twice.
The second picture is me and my roomate, Suzanne, in our dorm room (click on it to see a larger version).
*Lydia*
Praise the Lord
An amazing thing happned to me this weekend, one in which I experienced the providence and amazing works of God’s hand. I want to share it with you. Those of you who are believers will rejoice with me in how God has taken care of me. For the rest of you I hope this will be a witness to the works of my savior.
It was Saturday. I had come home from my last rugby game of the season, and now I had to take my bike to get fixed. Something had happened to it involving the gears and the peddles wouldn’t turn, so I was going to take it up the street and see how much it would cost to get it fixed. It was 2:00, and I had a talk on Women and War that I was going to attend at 3:00. So I was in sort of a hurry.
I took the bus up there. You get free fare on all the Cota Buses with your student ID, and they have bike racks on the front. I arrived at the bike shop and someone looked at my bike and said it would cost around 30$ to fix. But, he also said there was a bike co-op where you could take your bike and fix it yourself with people around who could answer your questions. By this time it was already about 2:40. The bike co-op was open from 12-6 on Saturdays, but to fix my bike that day, I would have to miss the talk I wanted to go to, which was from 3-7. I decided to go the the talk and fix my bike later. So, I went to the bus stop, caught a bus, and as I was getting on and trying to find my student ID to show the driver, I discovered Continue reading “Praise the Lord”
“Mom, do I have to do this writing assignment???”
Unlike her crazy sister who is working toward 2 majors and a minor, Serena does NOT like school. She endures it. She is generally diligent about getting it done, but she doesn’t enjoy a lot of it. So this post is just to have a record of a time when her mean ogre teacher (that’s me, by the way) dug in her heels and insisted Serena complete a certain writing assignment. While studying the expansion of Islam during the middle ages, she was tasked with creating an “Arabian Nights” style tale. Here, for all to see, is the evidence that she sometimes has fun doing school. (The astute reader will find plenty of take-offs here from other tales!) Continue reading ““Mom, do I have to do this writing assignment???””
Greetings from the College Girl
Dear Friends and Family,
Let’s see, where did we leave off…..Oh yeah, another rugby game this weekend. Again, we were beat, but it was a lot closer this time and we actually did pretty well. I think mainly its because our teem isn’t as physically fit as it should be (people didn’t keep up physical training over the summer) so we kind of burn out halfway through the game. Yeah, that was A side. B side, yes Continue reading “Greetings from the College Girl”
Arabic can be annoying…
In the ancient Middle East, Arabic scholars could often be seen, head wrapped in a turban, bent over their low study tables with scrolls and manuscripts spread about. Behind full beards and bushy eyebrows, they would scowl or squint as they pondered the flowing script on the pages before them. Quill pen in hand and ink nearby, they would respond to a colleague or write a sermon in the same flowing script, all the while unaware of the intense scowl or pursed lips which might be seen by a discrete observer.
These days, Arabic scholars take a more direct approach. As one can see here, headphones are the new turban, and the beard is optional. However, scowling is the norm, especially when the scholars are serious and a tad bit annoyed. This particular scholar must be pondering a technical point, perhaps an esoteric reference or obscure construction, resulting in a peculiar intensity of gaze and clarity of effect.
Of course, this might also be a sign to go on the bathroom mirror which reads, “Do laundry on Tuesday!” I never enjoyed doing laundry, either, so I can relate. Actually, it might read, “Dad, if you post this picture on the blog, I’m going to …”
Fortunately, I can’t read Arabic ;-).
I was attacked by the US Navy
(team); I was attacked by the US Navy team. Rugby team to be precise.
Dear Friends and Family,
Aahh, I suppose you’re all wondering how the game went. Well if you weren’t wondering, then I applaud you for not being draw in by all this stupid sports stuff. I suppose I have been drawn in, but solely for physical fitness and teamwork development reasons. Well…anyway. The good news is, I had a ton of fun. The better news is, I didn’t get hurt (bruises don’t count, and I definitely have a few). The other news is, Continue reading “I was attacked by the US Navy”
Squirrel Attack (not really, it just sounds exciting)
Dear Family and Friends,
Well, I am now officially a hooker. I didn’t really mean it to turn out this way, but things just sort of fell in place. You might say I was destined for the job. Its actually not that bad, lots of close contact and sweaty bodies. By now I Continue reading “Squirrel Attack (not really, it just sounds exciting)”