So I finallly got my pictures from Indiana off my card. I only took pictures when I went driving with Margaret. Actually, I also took pictures from Joanna’s shower but I think she’d be mad if I posted those pictures. And I don’t want Joanna mad at me. :-) Margaret and I found a T-intersection that had four different road names. It made us laugh. Margaret and I. I’m pulling the double (triple?) chin look. Hehe. Yay, my car turned…
Stolen from Nichole’s blog! 1) Of the various cultures, ethnicities or nationalities you belong to, which most strongly do you consider yourself? Hmm this is toughie… I feel like I’m American through and through. My ancestors came over on the Mayflower :-) (I’m not kidding!) I’m part German and English, and who knows what else… But I don’t feel a kinship to either of those. 2) Is there a culture you cannot claim heritage from but which you feel quite…
Feeling bored? Well I have a solution for you! :-) Humor me and check out my Johari window… you just pick the five or six words that best describe me… It will be interesting to see how people perceive me. :-) I am proud of myself; I did ALL my ironing tonight. I don’t know why I dislike ironing, but I do, so usually after 2 shirts I decide I’m done. Tonight, I had a total of 6 shirts and…
So my computer is up and running, which is happy news. I was able to sit down today and catch up on blogs. Joanna wrote an interesting post today about Googling names when job searching. She talked about potential employers being able to find out things about her by Googling her name. I decided to see what Google had to say about me (and also future me, which yielded only 20 results). I found two interesting things; one, a Xanga…
The song that’s going through my head right now is that Switchfoot song “Twenty-Four”: Twenty four oceans Twenty four skies Twenty four failures Twenty four tries But that isn’t what this post is about. I am at work right now, taking advantage of the Internet here because my computer blew up today. Hehe. I love how dramatic that sounds. You really have to picture me as Anne Shirley right now, telling the story (although somehow Anne and computers don’t really…