but I really miss this fuzzy, spoiled, mass of black curly hair.
"Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad." - Scout in Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I can't believe I'm saying this...
but I really miss this fuzzy, spoiled, mass of black curly hair.
Volcanoes National Park
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Volcano Inn
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
photo of the day
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Geography and Linguistics
This is a transcript of a typical conversation that I seemed to have over and over again over the last couple of months:
Monday, January 25, 2010
photo of the day
This one has a story and a picture...
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Photo of the day
Today we went to church in Waimea. We were a little bit early, at least according to Mormon Standard Time. We sat near the front. After we were settled in to our seats, I looked to the front and noticed a young man playing the piano. He was playing Praise to the Man and a few other well known hymns. At first I thought that it was similar to my own ward where they have called some of the Youth in the ward to play the piano/organ. Then, I realized that he didn't have any music in front of him and I pointed this out to Rick and Summer. As the bishopric member got up to conduct, the piano stopped playing and the pianist got up to take his seat. Someone stepped up to help him and I noticed that he was blind. Tears came to my eyes and the music that he had been playing seemed even more beautiful to me than it had before.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
13,796 feet
I haven't done thing since college...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I'm a little bit slow...
Friday, January 8, 2010
Another Book:
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Book Review: The Help by Kathryn Stockett
"Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss. She may have a degree, but it is 1962, Mississippi, and her mother will not be happy till Skeeter has a ring on her finger. Skeeter would normally find solace with her beloved maid Constantine, the woman who raised her, but Constantine has disappeared and no one will tell Skeeter where she has gone.
Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child. Something has shifted inside her after the loss of her own son, who died while his bosses looked the other way. She is devoted to the little girl she looks after, though she knows both their hearts may be broken.
Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi. She can cook like nobody's business, but she can't mind her tongue, so she's lost yet another job. Minny finally finds a position working for someone too new to town.."
It was great. The thing I loved about it was that it takes place in MS and you know I love MS. The book is over 400 pages which is great because I love getting into a LONG book, but it took me a little bit longer to read than usual because of the language and spelling. The author is very good at writing out the words and language as it is spoken. I would be in bed reading and I would LAUGH out loud and Rick would give me the elbow to keep it quiet.
It's thought provoking. Having lived in MS, it was so interesting to compare what race relations were like when I lived there compared to the 1960's when the story takes place.
The author grew up in Jackson, MS. She is a great writer--this is her first novel. I loved reading about all of the street names, town names, and stores that I recognize from living there. (she mentioned Flowood, which is where Cole was born.) for some reason I get a kick out of reading about specific places that I have been to. Although, I think anyone could read this book and still get just as much from the story without having lived there.
Good, Good Book.