Sunday, February 24, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
GOBAMA!!!!!!!
I took this short quiz this morning which told me which candidate my views agreed with and it was the man himself! Barack!http://glassbooth.org/Result/index/1378549/41387dadcee348463f3990a5bf6ba48b
Those are my results.
Election 08'
So I've been getting pretty informed politically lately and all I can say is GOBAMA! I'll probably bring this up again and talk about the policies I really like but I'm working on a project and all I have so far are wood sticks glued together... and I have about 25% more to go.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Chicago... here I come... hopefully!
I am writing to tell you of a wonderful opportunity I have to serve God and the
This past weekend the colleges in the north
Knowing what a difference God and this organization can do overseas we are very excited to help out our neighbors in our own country.
Over Spring Break, I will work alongside Circle Urban Ministries and The Rock of Our Salvation Free Church in
In order to participate in this opportunity, I must raise $473 for the airfare and expenses by March 1st. Because the date is only a few weeks away, I urgently need help with the funding to go. Would you consider giving a gift of $25, $50, or $100?
As I was just presented with this opportunity, the timing is urgent. In order to commit that I am going, I must have the money in hand very soon. If you would like to partner with me in reaching out to the inner city of
Sincerely,
Danielle ______
Monday, February 4, 2008
rough week ahead
So in the past few days I've been trying to figure things out. Tomorrow is going to be really rough. I have a project due Tuesday and I have a lot to do. I have an exam tomorrow and one on Friday. Also there will be a project assigned for Thursday. That leaves Wednesday if another class doesn't assign anything due for that day.
My grandmother died on Thursday. She was an amazing person but I feel like it hasn't quite hit me. When I go back home on Friday I think I'll break down then. We were very close. it is said that if she had a favorite grandchild it would be me. We had a strong bond. She was ninety years old and lived a full life. She's now surrounded by angels and her savior, Jesus Christ, and what a better place to be! She's reunited with her husband and kids that have gone before her. I feel like she's having a good time with a bunch of people she hasn't seen a long time! I loved her and she had a huge impact on my spiritual and physical life. Through her faith, love, and strength....the memories of her live on. She was one of my greatest friends and I think I will be truly blessed to be in the company of anyone remotely like her again. She was truly beautiful and to be half the woman she was, raising ten children and endless numbers of grand and great-grand children, and instilling in them great moral character and sharing the love of God with others on a 2nd grade education, I would be truly blessed. I was graced with her presence for 19 years and I will remember my time with her every time I take a sip of chocolate tea, or eat some potato pudding, watch the price is right, or hear footsteps from squeaky bed slippers down the hall. I will remember her for her phrases "Eyelash older than beard," "Kiss me ratta," when she taught me about the family history by saying "Mi Muma Ethel," or when she once told me after I came home late without calling, "Yu know, your beauty is like your manners." No one's hugs compared to my dear granny's hugs. I remember her spankings with fondness. Like when Renee and I left our clothes in the bathroom. That must have been her pet peeve because I remember her telling us over and over not to. The pool was too exciting so we got in and I remember her coming outside with a slow and steady pace. I don't remember a belt, maybe Renee does but we had it coming. I jumped out of the pool quickly knowing it was better to get a beating quick then to have her mad for long. Maybe it was just that I couldn't swim and I figured I'd rather a beating then drown. Renee took her chances and stayed in the middle of the pool, where my grandmother, in all of her years had never stepped foot in. I took my beating like the obedient child I was and I don't too much remember anything else about the situation. I just know I never left my clothes in the bathroom again. She taught me so many things. I think I will have to live life some more to really discover or remember everything I learned because of her. I think I will have to live a whole lifetime to impact people the way she impacted me. We shared stories about her life all the time. I remember a picture of me as a really little kid, maybe Jordan's age or younger. I was at her feet while she was sitting in a chair. I remember she used to sew me undershirts all of the time. "Marinas" she'd call them. Well anyway, most of my memories of her and I talking involve her sitting on her chair in her room at Auntie Sybil's house rocking slightly and me asking questions. "So what was it like dancing around a maypole?" I'd ask. And she would answer in someway that was comforting. I loved to hear stories about when a woman who had always been old to me, was young. Apparently she was the maypole dancing queen and won some competitions. I'm so glad I got to spend 19 years with this woman and actually "spend time" with her. We became church buddies and story buddies and best friends. I will subconsciously take pieces of her personality with me always. As will we all.
I'm supposed to write a tribute to my grandmother and that's what I got so far. It definitly needs to be cleaned up grammatically and such but I wrote it on the spot as my thoughts flowed. She died peacefully. She's chillin now with God and the angels and loved ones so it really just sucks for us. But I'm going to be happy for her and I'll see her someday!
My grandmother died on Thursday. She was an amazing person but I feel like it hasn't quite hit me. When I go back home on Friday I think I'll break down then. We were very close. it is said that if she had a favorite grandchild it would be me. We had a strong bond. She was ninety years old and lived a full life. She's now surrounded by angels and her savior, Jesus Christ, and what a better place to be! She's reunited with her husband and kids that have gone before her. I feel like she's having a good time with a bunch of people she hasn't seen a long time! I loved her and she had a huge impact on my spiritual and physical life. Through her faith, love, and strength....the memories of her live on. She was one of my greatest friends and I think I will be truly blessed to be in the company of anyone remotely like her again. She was truly beautiful and to be half the woman she was, raising ten children and endless numbers of grand and great-grand children, and instilling in them great moral character and sharing the love of God with others on a 2nd grade education, I would be truly blessed. I was graced with her presence for 19 years and I will remember my time with her every time I take a sip of chocolate tea, or eat some potato pudding, watch the price is right, or hear footsteps from squeaky bed slippers down the hall. I will remember her for her phrases "Eyelash older than beard," "Kiss me ratta," when she taught me about the family history by saying "Mi Muma Ethel," or when she once told me after I came home late without calling, "Yu know, your beauty is like your manners." No one's hugs compared to my dear granny's hugs. I remember her spankings with fondness. Like when Renee and I left our clothes in the bathroom. That must have been her pet peeve because I remember her telling us over and over not to. The pool was too exciting so we got in and I remember her coming outside with a slow and steady pace. I don't remember a belt, maybe Renee does but we had it coming. I jumped out of the pool quickly knowing it was better to get a beating quick then to have her mad for long. Maybe it was just that I couldn't swim and I figured I'd rather a beating then drown. Renee took her chances and stayed in the middle of the pool, where my grandmother, in all of her years had never stepped foot in. I took my beating like the obedient child I was and I don't too much remember anything else about the situation. I just know I never left my clothes in the bathroom again. She taught me so many things. I think I will have to live life some more to really discover or remember everything I learned because of her. I think I will have to live a whole lifetime to impact people the way she impacted me. We shared stories about her life all the time. I remember a picture of me as a really little kid, maybe Jordan's age or younger. I was at her feet while she was sitting in a chair. I remember she used to sew me undershirts all of the time. "Marinas" she'd call them. Well anyway, most of my memories of her and I talking involve her sitting on her chair in her room at Auntie Sybil's house rocking slightly and me asking questions. "So what was it like dancing around a maypole?" I'd ask. And she would answer in someway that was comforting. I loved to hear stories about when a woman who had always been old to me, was young. Apparently she was the maypole dancing queen and won some competitions. I'm so glad I got to spend 19 years with this woman and actually "spend time" with her. We became church buddies and story buddies and best friends. I will subconsciously take pieces of her personality with me always. As will we all.
I'm supposed to write a tribute to my grandmother and that's what I got so far. It definitly needs to be cleaned up grammatically and such but I wrote it on the spot as my thoughts flowed. She died peacefully. She's chillin now with God and the angels and loved ones so it really just sucks for us. But I'm going to be happy for her and I'll see her someday!
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