A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!
And here's a little present from me--a recommendation. This is one of my favorite Christmas songs. I know it's weird. But give it a try. Listen to it. Do it:
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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Saturday, December 10, 2011
A Spanish Christmas Story
Since I'm too busy working on finals to post, I figured I'd post some of my finals. This is part of my final project for Spanish. We had to tell a story about our lives and do a presentation on it en todo espanol. Let's see if you can read it.
This is a true story, fyi.
This is a true story, fyi.
Era diciembre y yo tenía cuatro años. Yo y mi familia viviamos en Renton de Washington en una casa pequeña. Nuestra casa rodeado (surrounded) por un bosque (forest). Pero no veiamos los animales provienen (come) del bosque nada. En nuestra casa, teniamos un “playroom” donde mi hermano y yo manteníamos nuestros juguetes (toys). Típicamente, era muy desordenado. Navidad estaba en el aire. Mis padres querian comprar un árbol de Navidad. Pero, el “playroom” estaba sucio (messy). Si el playroom estuviera limpio, comprariamos el árbol.
Mi madre me dijo, “Limpia el ‘playroom.’”
Yo dije, “Porque?”
Ella dijo, “Santa solo traeria los regalos a las niñas si sus los “playrooms” limpio manteniera.”
Inteligentemente, yo dije, “¿Cómo Santa sabe si yo limpié mis juguetes o no?”
Mi madre dijo, “Hay los ciervo (deer) en el bosque son los amigos con los reno (reindeer) de Santa. Si los ciervo vieran en la ventana y supieran el playroom está sucio, ellos dirían el reno y el reno dirían a Santa.”
Me quejé y gemí (complained y moaned) y dije, “Yo soy como Cinderella!” Pero me le creía. Queriendo más juguetes, yo fui y limpié el playroom mientras que mi madre lavó los platos.
Yo volví pronto. Con orgulla, me la dije mi madre, “Todo está limpio! Vengas y ve! Vengas y ve!”
Ella dijo, “Ok, Bailey, dame un minute y voy a estar allí.”
Se secó las manos en una toalla y yo corrí delante de ella.
Yo grité.(screamed)
Mi madre se me pensando que estaba herido (hurt). Corrió a el playroom. Ella me vio. Yo estaba de pie (standing) con los ojos enormes, la boca abierta, y señalando (pointing) por la ventana.
Allí, en el marco de la ventana, fue un ciervo, buscando en el playroom.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
It's That Time of the Year
I'm not talking about Christmas. I'm talking about finals. These next two weeks really put the phrase, "It gets worse before it gets better" into perspective.
I'm not here to whine though. I thought I would just give you all a heads up that the reason I am not posting as consistently now is simply because I have a lot of school work and other things to think about like how to pass Spanish. I will try to keep posting but it may lack in luster.
And after finals, from the 17-24 I will be out on a boat in the ocean, seeing the exotic sites the world has to offer for one week. Unfortunately internet in the middle of the Atlantic is a bit pricey so you won't be getting stuff then either. But, you'll have awesome stuff to hear about once I get back.
CHEERS!
I'm not here to whine though. I thought I would just give you all a heads up that the reason I am not posting as consistently now is simply because I have a lot of school work and other things to think about like how to pass Spanish. I will try to keep posting but it may lack in luster.
And after finals, from the 17-24 I will be out on a boat in the ocean, seeing the exotic sites the world has to offer for one week. Unfortunately internet in the middle of the Atlantic is a bit pricey so you won't be getting stuff then either. But, you'll have awesome stuff to hear about once I get back.
CHEERS!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Creepy Cotton Candy
Taken in the MTC. The cotton candy was in the Halloween package I sent him. This makes me smile so much.
Friday, December 2, 2011
First World Country Problems
Story of the last week of my life.
Computer broken. Phone broken. Money drained out of my bank account. An unsightly break out. Not enough beach time and vitamin D. Can't eat cheese tomorrow. Cute kid I met and want to be friends with because I miss my male friends is graduating in two weeks. Pulling myself off of caffeine. Yes, that's been a trip.
But in the end, it's really just money, just stuff, just a lack of a tan, just another fish in the sea, and just things that will eventually make me fat. In a few months it won't even matter and there are bigger problems in the world. Life will go on. So it goes and I just keep on smiling.
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