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Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters

+ care packages. I turned 21 on Saturday — Alan and I started the day by going for coffee at the local coffee shop.  The guys (a quirky and wonderful group of men I’ll have to write about some time) sang “Happy Birthday” to me, and then Alan and I met Mom, the pastor and his family and another family at church.  We spent the next two and a half hours organizing, packing and preparing care packages for shipment.  The boys signed their names on letters and box flaps, wrote “thank you” on plastic bags and even helped secure the boxes with tape.
After that, we spent half an hour in the post office.  Most of it was spent filling in the customs forms more completely.  There are currently 16 care packages en route to Afghanistan — six for Frank, Sarah‘s husband and my former neighbor; six for Alex, a friend and the boyfriend of a friend; and four for four airmen, whose contact information was given to me by Lori Stewart, president of Toys for Troops.

Pastor and Alan assemble shipping boxes


Writing notes on plastic bags before adding peanut brittle

Shooter guards some finished packages

16 boxes -- ready for the postmaster

+ korean. Alan made a Korean birthday cake (similar to sponge cake) and bibimbap, my absolute favorite Korean dish.  There would be photos, except for the fact that I cannot find my USB cable to connect my camera to my computer.

+ gym. Alan and I went to the gym this morning.  I walked for a mile, realized I was still cold and my hands were freezing, jogged for 3/4 of a mile to warm up and then resumed walking.  I have slightly over two months before our engagement photo session, so I’d like to tone up a bit before then.  Last spring, I went jogging on a regular basis with a guy from college (he was training for a marathon).  It was such a motivator because I didn’t want to be bested by a guy, especially because he was bigger than me.  But he transferred, so I have no running buddy.  I’ll have to start taking Shooter once the temperature warms a bit.

+ engagement photos. Our session has been scheduled for May 19, a few days before we fly out to visit Alan’s family in California.

+ catch-up. Tonight, Alan and I made plans to meet up with Frank and Sarah.  He’s home on R&R, and I haven’t seen him since he graduated high school in 2006-ish (or somewhere around there).  We lived in the same neighborhood for years, but it wasn’t until we both graduated that we started talking on a more regular basis.  Funny how that works.  I met Sarah in December, while Alan and I were in Lancaster for his ATC.  Her best piece of advice: “Don’t repeat ‘To the Fallen.’  Whatever you do.”


Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters

+ puppy mills. Even though I dislike them, I never really gave them a second thought until we adopted Shooter.  Shooter is arguably a puppy mill dog, though we aren’t entirely certain because Shooter was born to one family and then given to another to sell.  This weekend, however, Alan and I passed a puppy mill not far from my house.  It’s been there for years.  I’m currently working on an article about puppy mills and PA’s status as the “puppy mill capitol of the east.”

+ eight more classes. I need eight more classes to graduate with a BA in communications/journalism and history.  Eight more classes.  And, since my college is still in the technological dark ages, I can’t take any courses online.  I had really been hoping to cram my schedule and graduate in December.  That would give me an entire semester to job hunt wherever the Army sends Alan, plus some super-intensive wedding planning during those crucial months.  Actually, I could probably take fewer than eight classes if I skipped the honors thesis next year, but I spoke with one of my advisers last week.  I was told that some of my professors became worried that I wouldn’t fulfill my potential by marrying straight out of college and would skip grad school.  Honors thesis, it is.
I can’t believe I only have eight more classes.  I’m psyched to graduate now, but I know there will come a time when I’ll be longing for today — going to class from 10 – 12 and then doing homework, blogging and waiting for the evening so I can call Alan.  Also, naps are amazing.

+ pure. I decided to re-read Pure: A 90-Day Devotional for the Mind, the Body & the Spirit by Rebecca St. James.  It was incredibly powerful the first time around, when I read it last year.  Fortunately, since I’ve been going home on a regular basis (read: every.  single.  weekend.), I’ve been able to attend church on a regular basis, as well.  Nevertheless, I think it’s still important to spend time with God on a daily basis.  Plus, Rebecca St. James is one of my favorite Christian artists, and her song “Wait for Me” is my absolute favorite.

+ twenty-one. My birthday falls on the first full day of Spring Break.  It will be nice to put another year between my age and teenage years, because I’m already rather tired of people referring to me as a “kid.”  On the downside, that’s another year between my age and teenage years.  Last year I freaked out because I realized I was halfway to 40.  Soon, I’ll be over halfway to 40.  Not.  Cool.