Feb 27, 2015
Essential Mishaps
With my plantar fasciitis and absolutely no desire for certain invasive treatments, I looked online for natural remedies, particularly advice on what essential oils would be helpful in addition to the proverbial stretching exercises and ice packs. So after reading one blog on the successful treatment of Essential Lemongrass Oil on someone else, I broke out my coconut oil and Lemongrass, having decided to try and make a salve with Lemongrass instead of "massage oil." So I put a shot glass of coconut oil in a bowl of hot water straight out of the tap. Well, after a few minutes the coconut oil still wasn't completely liquid, so I turned the kettle on and waited for the water to heat up. Once it was hot, I attempted to pull the shot glass out of the bowl so I could replace the now-lukewarm water with the hot kettle water, and the shot glass slipped out of my fingers and back into the bowl, mixing the half-melted coconut oil with the warm water. "This did not just happen!" I thought. Well, thankfully all wasn't lost. The water was fine, the shot glass was clean right out of the drawer, and according to the lady's blog, I'm supposed to be taking a couple drops of Lemongrass internally as well as topically. So what do I do? I put 2 drops of Lemongrass in the oil/water mix, stir it around a bit, stand over the sink, and put that mix down as quickly as I could! Well, I guess I got my daily quota of coconut oil, as well.
Aug 13, 2014
Animals in Heaven??
A response to the YouTube video, Animals in Heaven...
For so many years I hadn't dared hope to see my pets in Heaven when I go. Even when my Precious died in 2010, it was enough for me just to "keep telling myself" she was in Heaven, while hearing encouraging words from a neighbor who *did* and *still does* believe her Siamese cat is in Heaven and would be welcoming Precious Home, and even stating on my Facebook status that "...it was time for Precious to keep watching me, now at Pumpkin's side."
But then, I came across Gary Kurz's book "Cold Noses at the Pearly Gates" and for the first time in my whole life I had real hope that maybe my Precious really *would* be there. I can't tell you how much a comfort this video is; I've had tears streaming down my face even as I write this! To think I will not only see Precious, but Little Precious who died as a kitten, Pumpkin, who was fully grown when I was brought home from the hospital as a newborn and lived until I was 14 or 15, and even my dad's dog George and Snow Cloud, whom I only knew as a kitten and remember the day he was born when I was about 16 or 17 (I am now 41!), will all be there to greet me after I have met our Lord Jesus and seen once again other friends and family members just makes me want to cry my eyes out!
All the while, I continue to keep my eyes on Jesus and faithfully serve Him as I wait for Him to come and take me Home.
For so many years I hadn't dared hope to see my pets in Heaven when I go. Even when my Precious died in 2010, it was enough for me just to "keep telling myself" she was in Heaven, while hearing encouraging words from a neighbor who *did* and *still does* believe her Siamese cat is in Heaven and would be welcoming Precious Home, and even stating on my Facebook status that "...it was time for Precious to keep watching me, now at Pumpkin's side."
But then, I came across Gary Kurz's book "Cold Noses at the Pearly Gates" and for the first time in my whole life I had real hope that maybe my Precious really *would* be there. I can't tell you how much a comfort this video is; I've had tears streaming down my face even as I write this! To think I will not only see Precious, but Little Precious who died as a kitten, Pumpkin, who was fully grown when I was brought home from the hospital as a newborn and lived until I was 14 or 15, and even my dad's dog George and Snow Cloud, whom I only knew as a kitten and remember the day he was born when I was about 16 or 17 (I am now 41!), will all be there to greet me after I have met our Lord Jesus and seen once again other friends and family members just makes me want to cry my eyes out!
All the while, I continue to keep my eyes on Jesus and faithfully serve Him as I wait for Him to come and take me Home.
Jul 29, 2011
Spiritual Struggles and Seeking Jesus
Monday Afternoon, July 25
Warnings are a good thing, but whenever I hear "if you don't take up your cross and follow ME, you cannot be My disciple" and others of similar nature, I feel like I'm not measuring up!
Thursday Afternoon, July 28
(Regarding "Cussing Christians" on YouTube) Sadly, I am at fault for this myself. I have come to realize this does nothing for my relationship with Jesus Christ. I just wanted to share this in case anyone else is hurting for peace and looking for reasons why. I pray that cutting this out of my life will remedy some of my ill-at-ease moments.
...good Heavens, do I ever need Him!
Warnings are a good thing, but whenever I hear "if you don't take up your cross and follow ME, you cannot be My disciple" and others of similar nature, I feel like I'm not measuring up!
Thursday Afternoon, July 28
(Regarding "Cussing Christians" on YouTube) Sadly, I am at fault for this myself. I have come to realize this does nothing for my relationship with Jesus Christ. I just wanted to share this in case anyone else is hurting for peace and looking for reasons why. I pray that cutting this out of my life will remedy some of my ill-at-ease moments.
...good Heavens, do I ever need Him!
Jul 5, 2011
Remembering Pumpkin...
I'm chatting with my friend Amanda right now, and our conversation turned to our pets. Sure enough I started talking about Pumpkin (and tearing up in the process)...
"Believe me, I understand. I still think about Pumpkin from time to time, my grandmother's cat. He was full grown when I was brought home from the hospital as a newborn and we had our fight and scratch moments in my childhood, but while he only took crap for so long (and he was VERY PATIENT), he was very loving too. When I was sick and Grandma took care of me, Pumpkin would curl up right beside me.
When Grandma passed away (summer I was 13) we inherited Pumpkin because no one else wanted him. We already had a house full of cats, but I'm a lifetime cat lover so I didn't mind. He was sweet as ever, this time without the fights since I was older.
He lived till I was 14 or 15. I'd known my guardian angel in cat form ALL MY LIFE!"
Mar 24, 2011
VERY Rude Bus Drivers
To Whom it May Concern,
Today has been a very frustrating, disheartening commute just to make a counseling appointment. First, the 87 that was Sierra Bound at 1:01 showed up 2 minutes early and when I was running and would have made it to the door only 10 seconds later the driver shut the door and drove on, only to be stopped paces later by a red light. Thankfully the 82 was scheduled to come only minutes later.
I have already mentioned on a form one of the Rt. 30s at CSUS at 1:21, which did not properly label itself "Not in Service" and as a result all of us stepping in the rain to catch it only to be told he wasn't picking up.
Rt. 30 Downtown - CSUS (Not certain, think the number was 2815, driver Caucasian, balled)
The Rt. 30 coming back from J and 28th was late, but I wasn't overly concerned about that. I had just started walking away because my Google Maps app said the next one wasn't due 3:47. The bus was supposed to have been there at 3:11, although I would not have caught it if it were on time. I turned around and saw a bus approaching, and it was about 3:21 or so. I mentioned as I was getting on that I thought I was going to have to wait nearly a half hour for the next one. In turn, he said, "Does it say that we might be a little bit late?" (First off, no, second off, 10 minutes when many times the 30 comes every 15???) Well I wasn't overly upset but didn't appreciate his remark, so I said nothing. After a pause, he says "I guess not." Still trying to keep it cool, I simply explained that I had an app that gave a few coming transit times for any given stop and showed it to him, saying if it was past the due time it wasn't going to be there anymore and I wouldn't know if there was even one coming. He said a few more things, whatever they were, and another passenger chimed in on the conversation. To this moment I don't even know who the other passenger was actually defending, but I was hearing "This isn't San Francisco...", "This world isn't perfect..." etc. I mentioned to the other passenger, "Well if he would at least give a darn, it would make my experience a little nicer."
Bus Driver: "So if I gave a darn, I would be expected to run a bunch of red lights?"
He's really not getting it; I just didn't want him to be so dang insensitive, adding more salt to a wound that would have otherwise vanished in seconds. I just moved further back on the bus so as not to deal with the driver. Another passenger gets on.
New Passenger: How are you?
Me (fuming, but not at him): I'm trying to be ok.
New Passenger: What's wrong?
Pause, as he's evidently a nice man but I'm not sure how to answer that.
Bus Driver: She's mad because she has this $100 gadget and it doesn't work.
Now even angrier and wanting to defend myself, I basically explained to the new passenger what my app does, and for that matter it's an app on a cell phone, not a "$100 gadget that doesn't work."
New Passenger: Oh, I put my foot in something..
Me: No, you didn't do anything wrong. You actually cared.
It's time for him to get off, and I don't want him to leave thinking anything is his fault and I sincerely wish him a nice day, as he does the same in return.
Bus Driver: You're the only one who... (and he just goes on, as I'm trying really hard not to hear him. In the midst of asking me where I'm going, he's just spouting off more and I would have gotten off early were it not for all the rain.
Did he need to keep harassing me? At that point I just wanted a silent ride the rest of the way back to Sac State and I couldn't even get that!
Thankfully when we finally got back to Sac State, there was an 87 ready to go (I believe at 3:35 since I had boarded at 3:22). I just confirm I'm getting on the right bus and ask "Is this one to Marconi?" And he affirms. So I try to pull out my pass but he says "Just move on." I've taken my seat and then flashed my pass before, so I didn't think anything of it right away when he just wanted to get going. However, when I sat up and held my pass up where he could see it, he says "I see your pass, now please sit down." I'd already dealt with one rude bus driver, I sure didn't need another one. I'm 38 years old; did he really need to speak to me like I was a child? Unfortunately, I didn't get that number. I could only give you the times available and that the driver on the 87 Marconi Bound was very dark complected black and that he would have probably departed 65/University at 3:30.
I thought your drivers were supposed to be hospitable and set their passengers at east, not alienate us. Is this the kind of treatment we deserve? Whatever happened to customer service? I wasn't a problem passenger, just flustered about punctuality issues and the careless, biting attitude that went with it! I may be a student with a 6 month long pass, but it still comes out of my tuition expenses, which have gone up AGAIN! Our fees go up and we are still treated like dirt! Today, the only driver who was polite to me was on the 30 going to my appointment (2329, just to give the kind lady the credit she deserves). We need help getting from A to B, we don't need to get emotionally abused and alienated in the process! No, this "isn't San Francisco", so I guess "Sacramento Transit" isn't obligated to be kind to its passengers, and therefore CUSTOMERS, just because this "isn't San Francisco"???
Today has been a very frustrating, disheartening commute just to make a counseling appointment. First, the 87 that was Sierra Bound at 1:01 showed up 2 minutes early and when I was running and would have made it to the door only 10 seconds later the driver shut the door and drove on, only to be stopped paces later by a red light. Thankfully the 82 was scheduled to come only minutes later.
I have already mentioned on a form one of the Rt. 30s at CSUS at 1:21, which did not properly label itself "Not in Service" and as a result all of us stepping in the rain to catch it only to be told he wasn't picking up.
Rt. 30 Downtown - CSUS (Not certain, think the number was 2815, driver Caucasian, balled)
The Rt. 30 coming back from J and 28th was late, but I wasn't overly concerned about that. I had just started walking away because my Google Maps app said the next one wasn't due 3:47. The bus was supposed to have been there at 3:11, although I would not have caught it if it were on time. I turned around and saw a bus approaching, and it was about 3:21 or so. I mentioned as I was getting on that I thought I was going to have to wait nearly a half hour for the next one. In turn, he said, "Does it say that we might be a little bit late?" (First off, no, second off, 10 minutes when many times the 30 comes every 15???) Well I wasn't overly upset but didn't appreciate his remark, so I said nothing. After a pause, he says "I guess not." Still trying to keep it cool, I simply explained that I had an app that gave a few coming transit times for any given stop and showed it to him, saying if it was past the due time it wasn't going to be there anymore and I wouldn't know if there was even one coming. He said a few more things, whatever they were, and another passenger chimed in on the conversation. To this moment I don't even know who the other passenger was actually defending, but I was hearing "This isn't San Francisco...", "This world isn't perfect..." etc. I mentioned to the other passenger, "Well if he would at least give a darn, it would make my experience a little nicer."
Bus Driver: "So if I gave a darn, I would be expected to run a bunch of red lights?"
He's really not getting it; I just didn't want him to be so dang insensitive, adding more salt to a wound that would have otherwise vanished in seconds. I just moved further back on the bus so as not to deal with the driver. Another passenger gets on.
New Passenger: How are you?
Me (fuming, but not at him): I'm trying to be ok.
New Passenger: What's wrong?
Pause, as he's evidently a nice man but I'm not sure how to answer that.
Bus Driver: She's mad because she has this $100 gadget and it doesn't work.
Now even angrier and wanting to defend myself, I basically explained to the new passenger what my app does, and for that matter it's an app on a cell phone, not a "$100 gadget that doesn't work."
New Passenger: Oh, I put my foot in something..
Me: No, you didn't do anything wrong. You actually cared.
It's time for him to get off, and I don't want him to leave thinking anything is his fault and I sincerely wish him a nice day, as he does the same in return.
Bus Driver: You're the only one who... (and he just goes on, as I'm trying really hard not to hear him. In the midst of asking me where I'm going, he's just spouting off more and I would have gotten off early were it not for all the rain.
Did he need to keep harassing me? At that point I just wanted a silent ride the rest of the way back to Sac State and I couldn't even get that!
Thankfully when we finally got back to Sac State, there was an 87 ready to go (I believe at 3:35 since I had boarded at 3:22). I just confirm I'm getting on the right bus and ask "Is this one to Marconi?" And he affirms. So I try to pull out my pass but he says "Just move on." I've taken my seat and then flashed my pass before, so I didn't think anything of it right away when he just wanted to get going. However, when I sat up and held my pass up where he could see it, he says "I see your pass, now please sit down." I'd already dealt with one rude bus driver, I sure didn't need another one. I'm 38 years old; did he really need to speak to me like I was a child? Unfortunately, I didn't get that number. I could only give you the times available and that the driver on the 87 Marconi Bound was very dark complected black and that he would have probably departed 65/University at 3:30.
I thought your drivers were supposed to be hospitable and set their passengers at east, not alienate us. Is this the kind of treatment we deserve? Whatever happened to customer service? I wasn't a problem passenger, just flustered about punctuality issues and the careless, biting attitude that went with it! I may be a student with a 6 month long pass, but it still comes out of my tuition expenses, which have gone up AGAIN! Our fees go up and we are still treated like dirt! Today, the only driver who was polite to me was on the 30 going to my appointment (2329, just to give the kind lady the credit she deserves). We need help getting from A to B, we don't need to get emotionally abused and alienated in the process! No, this "isn't San Francisco", so I guess "Sacramento Transit" isn't obligated to be kind to its passengers, and therefore CUSTOMERS, just because this "isn't San Francisco"???
Sep 10, 2010
A Comment to a New Australian Friend...
I only meant to send a quick and appreciative thank you to someone who requested to add me as a friend on YouTube. However, as I got to writing, my heart once again spilled out in the process as I expressed my appreciation for fanning the struggling flame of my dream to study abroad out there...
Thank you kindly for the invite. As I write this, I remain on standby (for the 3rd year) for next February's year long trip to Australia as an exchange student, wondering if anyone is going to drop. I've been greatly wavering over whether I'll try one more time but this time for only 1 semester (since I'll only NEED one semester to graduate) and try to go next July if everyone scheduled to study abroad in February goes. While I still have much to consider before I decide, this friend invite is tremendously uplifting to me and reminds me to really keep my heart in my almost 3 year persistence. My uncertainty, I assure you, is definitely not due to lack of wanting to go, and I will try to keep my apprehensions of such a big step a low priority.
G'Day! : )
Thank you kindly for the invite. As I write this, I remain on standby (for the 3rd year) for next February's year long trip to Australia as an exchange student, wondering if anyone is going to drop. I've been greatly wavering over whether I'll try one more time but this time for only 1 semester (since I'll only NEED one semester to graduate) and try to go next July if everyone scheduled to study abroad in February goes. While I still have much to consider before I decide, this friend invite is tremendously uplifting to me and reminds me to really keep my heart in my almost 3 year persistence. My uncertainty, I assure you, is definitely not due to lack of wanting to go, and I will try to keep my apprehensions of such a big step a low priority.
G'Day! : )
Sep 7, 2010
"Nunsense"
Barbara has enjoyed being on stage for as long as she can remember. Even in preschool, she had sung "It's a Small World" in a Christmas program. Even at such a young age, she knew nothing of stage fright. Barbara fully enjoyed the church plays she participated in while in Children's choir, and then the school productions Grease and Bicycles Built for Two, which were the hallmark of her high school life. These memorable experiences are the reason she is a Theatre major today. The comraderie along with the spotlight on the stage gave her such a high when she rehearsed and performed, and such nostalgia when they were over. Barbara got another taste of these cherished moments last year when she crewed for Twelfth Night. Even from behind the scenes, she felt as elated as if she'd been on stage. With a sense of reliving her memories, Barbara knows that Nunsense will also be... unforgettable.
Sep 1, 2010
Writing Intensive Class
Ok let's see, my first assignment is a response paper for a scavenger hunt. One of them is to find a card for new parents of a baby that's non gender-specific and then tell how the colors are gender neutral and why the sex of the baby is so important to greeting card companies. So here goes.
Here I have a very Christian-oriented greeting card rejoicing in the birth of a new baby. It has yellow background and a multi-stemmed branch that has more leaves than flowers. On the branch are three abstract birds: two adult size and one just noticeably smaller. The card seems to be primarily focused on the fact that a baby is God's "work of art." Yellow is a common neutral color that can look feminine when placed against blue and look masculine when placed against pink. The branch is as abstract as the birds and nest are, with flowers a kindergartener could draw. The alternate positioned dots covering the card, along with the squiggly-lined border on the right, give the image of wallpaper one would have in a nursery. It's peaceful, and gives the feeling of safety and security. The single bird on the inside brings tidings of peace, even tears to my eyes as I imagine the celebration of a friend who has in fact recently been due to give birth to a baby whose gender I know not just yet. Boy or girl, this card represents the innocence of all newborn babies.
While a baby would melt anyone's heart regardless of its sex, the sex of the baby for the card companies adds a personal touch and therefore would seem more likely to sell. Companies such as Hallmark or American greetings want to make the consumer feel like the card was written just for his or her friend or family member. I know first hand that if a card sparks an emotion, even tears, then a consumer is more likely to purchase that card. While greeting cards are a business and people are hoping to make money, those greeting cards were still created by real people with real feelings; how many employees have poured their heart and soul into creating those cards? I have no doubt that someone creating a card for a baby girl reminisces on a daughter, niece, or even a child of a friend's and derives the heartfelt words according to one's own cherished experiences.
For the consumer, the sex of a baby means more specific hopes and dreams for him or her. The parents want to know early on, will they be buying a prom dress or a tuxedo? Will the father be giving advice to a son on how to treat women or will he be sitting on the front porch with a shotgun when his daughter's first date arrives? One consumer sees a card for a baby girl decorated with pink lace and imagines how lovely her daughter will look at her first ballet recital. Another consumer sees a card for a baby boy filled with little soccer balls, footballs, and basketballs and then decides to shop for a mini jersey for Baby's first football game. For consumers, the more specific and the more personal a card is, the more that card nurtures that consumer's hopes for that baby's future.
Baby Card
Here I have a very Christian-oriented greeting card rejoicing in the birth of a new baby. It has yellow background and a multi-stemmed branch that has more leaves than flowers. On the branch are three abstract birds: two adult size and one just noticeably smaller. The card seems to be primarily focused on the fact that a baby is God's "work of art." Yellow is a common neutral color that can look feminine when placed against blue and look masculine when placed against pink. The branch is as abstract as the birds and nest are, with flowers a kindergartener could draw. The alternate positioned dots covering the card, along with the squiggly-lined border on the right, give the image of wallpaper one would have in a nursery. It's peaceful, and gives the feeling of safety and security. The single bird on the inside brings tidings of peace, even tears to my eyes as I imagine the celebration of a friend who has in fact recently been due to give birth to a baby whose gender I know not just yet. Boy or girl, this card represents the innocence of all newborn babies.
While a baby would melt anyone's heart regardless of its sex, the sex of the baby for the card companies adds a personal touch and therefore would seem more likely to sell. Companies such as Hallmark or American greetings want to make the consumer feel like the card was written just for his or her friend or family member. I know first hand that if a card sparks an emotion, even tears, then a consumer is more likely to purchase that card. While greeting cards are a business and people are hoping to make money, those greeting cards were still created by real people with real feelings; how many employees have poured their heart and soul into creating those cards? I have no doubt that someone creating a card for a baby girl reminisces on a daughter, niece, or even a child of a friend's and derives the heartfelt words according to one's own cherished experiences.
For the consumer, the sex of a baby means more specific hopes and dreams for him or her. The parents want to know early on, will they be buying a prom dress or a tuxedo? Will the father be giving advice to a son on how to treat women or will he be sitting on the front porch with a shotgun when his daughter's first date arrives? One consumer sees a card for a baby girl decorated with pink lace and imagines how lovely her daughter will look at her first ballet recital. Another consumer sees a card for a baby boy filled with little soccer balls, footballs, and basketballs and then decides to shop for a mini jersey for Baby's first football game. For consumers, the more specific and the more personal a card is, the more that card nurtures that consumer's hopes for that baby's future.
Auditioning
Oh my goodness, I just got back from auditions at Sac State. I was very glad to have Courtney with me there, as she also has yet to perform in either of the 2 plays required for a Bachelor's Degree in Theatre. I was so nervous, I was afraid I would blank out. As it was, God saw me through it. I even got the notion to motion like I was raking (thanks Peter for the tip to act it out a little more : ) ), picking up leaves and smelling them, even "dropping the rake" at the end of the monologue and twirling around as I finished with "I've got to play."
Another thing that brought me some comfort in my pre-audition apprehension was when I asked my friend Sadie, who was also auditioning, if she preferred to practice her monologue with someone (for future reference) because as I told her "Right now, I want to walk in there about as badly as I want to walk into my writing intensive class tomorrow morning". Some other students were nearby and told me "We're practicing our monologues too." I asked "so it's ok if I join your little circle?" They were very quick to accept me. The first girl after that practiced hers and it was a piece from Anne of Green Gables, one of my all time favorite movies! Then they asked me if I wanted to do mine, and I figured now was as good a time as any. Sadie said "You've got tons of support!" My word, how encouraging words just go such a long way! Then there were the other students in the building waiting to audition and were also terribly nervous. It helps to know we're all on the same boat. The comraderie I felt just tonight alone was just wonderful!
Nevertheless, I was so relieved when I was done. Son of a gun, mother of pearl! Heck, even my writing intensive class doesn't seem quite as dreadful! Courtney was # 4 in my group, and I was # 8 so since she was planning to give me a ride home she waited for me. I had been telling the other students (besides that I really hope I get a small part lol) that it would just rock if Courtney and I were cast together. I told Courtney too. I said as were walking out to the car that it would be like high school all over again just like when Hortencia and I were cast together. It was like a dream was coming true and I hadn't even finished high school yet! Having my high school best friend cast with me was icing on the cake. And now I've got high hopes of the same thing happening with Courtney and me!
It's amazing how much I can write once I get started. I just hope I can go to town like this with my writing class. Then maybe it won't be so bad.
Another thing that brought me some comfort in my pre-audition apprehension was when I asked my friend Sadie, who was also auditioning, if she preferred to practice her monologue with someone (for future reference) because as I told her "Right now, I want to walk in there about as badly as I want to walk into my writing intensive class tomorrow morning". Some other students were nearby and told me "We're practicing our monologues too." I asked "so it's ok if I join your little circle?" They were very quick to accept me. The first girl after that practiced hers and it was a piece from Anne of Green Gables, one of my all time favorite movies! Then they asked me if I wanted to do mine, and I figured now was as good a time as any. Sadie said "You've got tons of support!" My word, how encouraging words just go such a long way! Then there were the other students in the building waiting to audition and were also terribly nervous. It helps to know we're all on the same boat. The comraderie I felt just tonight alone was just wonderful!
Nevertheless, I was so relieved when I was done. Son of a gun, mother of pearl! Heck, even my writing intensive class doesn't seem quite as dreadful! Courtney was # 4 in my group, and I was # 8 so since she was planning to give me a ride home she waited for me. I had been telling the other students (besides that I really hope I get a small part lol) that it would just rock if Courtney and I were cast together. I told Courtney too. I said as were walking out to the car that it would be like high school all over again just like when Hortencia and I were cast together. It was like a dream was coming true and I hadn't even finished high school yet! Having my high school best friend cast with me was icing on the cake. And now I've got high hopes of the same thing happening with Courtney and me!
It's amazing how much I can write once I get started. I just hope I can go to town like this with my writing class. Then maybe it won't be so bad.
Aug 8, 2010
Whose Table do I Want to Eat at and Why?
Today I received a message on Facebook asking this question:
What is the destination that gives you most want to go eat at the table inhabitants? and why?
China, Cuba, France, Sweden...
Put your response on the wall of the group that I can compare with more answers!
Thank you in advance!
To avoid the risk of losing my thought-out words (and, maybe, so I can reflect on this later), I thought I'd answer it on my blog first and then copy and paste my answer on Facebook for delivery to Nina.
Dear Nina,
I don't know if this is what you're looking for, but I can say right off the bat that for me it's Australia. Why? Because... well, I can't say for sure, I can only take a guess based on my own recent experiences. Three years ago this month, in fact, three years ago last Friday, I flew into Sacramento, California from Little Rock, Arkansas because I was moving back to California. I transfered from Arkansas State University, Beebe to California State University, Sacramento, through which an experience I had not foreseen on the plane would open my mind--and my heart--to opportunities I had no previous desire for.
After receiving an Associates Degree on a satellite campus on an Air Force base, I was about to learn about real college life in a culture not at all like the one I'd spent the previous seven years with as a Southern Belle, so I felt very much like an outsider. However, after the second day of school, one young gentleman spoke with me (and the lady who is now my best friend) at the bus stop. I didn't know who he was, but he said I was in his class: Acting Study 1, the class that had met the previous day. I didn't know where he was from, only that he wasn't from around here. He told me he was an Australian exchange student just starting his second semester there at Sac State. Although it took a good few minutes just to get his name because of his accent, he made me feel welcome, and I felt assured that I would be better treated in college than I had been in grade school.
Fast forward to right after I'd finished my last midterm, I went skydiving for the very first time... under the wing of a charming Australian gentleman. I had dared to take a chance through Peak Adventures, an outdoor recreation business on campus, and gone to Lodi and I guess they have quite the handful of international staff there. Well, that experience had a lot of impact on me. To make it easier, please allow me to share this video I made of a collage I was rehearsing for my Voice & Movement class. If you're directly on the YouTube page, you can click on the description and click on the time that will take you straight to First Flight. I think that will finish my explanation quite nicely.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbWLSm5R-zo
...hope this isn't too long for her. Lol
What is the destination that gives you most want to go eat at the table inhabitants? and why?
China, Cuba, France, Sweden...
Put your response on the wall of the group that I can compare with more answers!
Thank you in advance!
To avoid the risk of losing my thought-out words (and, maybe, so I can reflect on this later), I thought I'd answer it on my blog first and then copy and paste my answer on Facebook for delivery to Nina.
Dear Nina,
I don't know if this is what you're looking for, but I can say right off the bat that for me it's Australia. Why? Because... well, I can't say for sure, I can only take a guess based on my own recent experiences. Three years ago this month, in fact, three years ago last Friday, I flew into Sacramento, California from Little Rock, Arkansas because I was moving back to California. I transfered from Arkansas State University, Beebe to California State University, Sacramento, through which an experience I had not foreseen on the plane would open my mind--and my heart--to opportunities I had no previous desire for.
After receiving an Associates Degree on a satellite campus on an Air Force base, I was about to learn about real college life in a culture not at all like the one I'd spent the previous seven years with as a Southern Belle, so I felt very much like an outsider. However, after the second day of school, one young gentleman spoke with me (and the lady who is now my best friend) at the bus stop. I didn't know who he was, but he said I was in his class: Acting Study 1, the class that had met the previous day. I didn't know where he was from, only that he wasn't from around here. He told me he was an Australian exchange student just starting his second semester there at Sac State. Although it took a good few minutes just to get his name because of his accent, he made me feel welcome, and I felt assured that I would be better treated in college than I had been in grade school.
Fast forward to right after I'd finished my last midterm, I went skydiving for the very first time... under the wing of a charming Australian gentleman. I had dared to take a chance through Peak Adventures, an outdoor recreation business on campus, and gone to Lodi and I guess they have quite the handful of international staff there. Well, that experience had a lot of impact on me. To make it easier, please allow me to share this video I made of a collage I was rehearsing for my Voice & Movement class. If you're directly on the YouTube page, you can click on the description and click on the time that will take you straight to First Flight. I think that will finish my explanation quite nicely.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbWLSm5R-zo
...hope this isn't too long for her. Lol
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