stranded in an airport... again

Flying cross-country may be safer, but it almost takes as long as driving! At least, when I do it in the winter. This is my second attempt at flying during Christmas break, and it is to be my last in college. Both times I have gotten stranded for several hours in an airport I had no intention of visiting!
Fortunately, this time my Special-Agent Grandma can come get me. Its not that I don't want to hang out with her as we always have fun. However, I haven't seen my Great-Grandma in Chicago for a long time, and I was really looking forward to catching up with her. *sigh*
In other news, people watching at the Indianapolis airport is fascinating. Short tiny people jabbering away in some foreign language with lots of 'jk' and 'sh' sounds in it, men wearing blazers and skinny jeans chatting on cell phones, African-American ladies moving with their bold grace and laughing unabashedly, businessmen in their long coats, muttering into their bluetooth as they walk quickly with their little roller suitcases following them. Couples waltzing through the airport and through life, sipping some over-priced drink and not caring they are being blatantly robbed, because they are young and in love. Airport personnel with a careful blend of friendliness and professionalism painted onto their face as they walk by. Middle aged women whose hairstyle, jewelry, make-up, nails, clothes, shoes, and baggage all match; and yet they look none the happier for it. Crowds of school children in matching uniforms with harried shepherdesses ushering them towards the correct terminal with sheep-dog determination and effectiveness. Little men and women who have grown past the point of caring if their suitcases, shoes and hair all match; rather quite the contrary. College aged kids trying to look all grown up and yet trying to hide their phone calls to whatever comforting person they have turned to so that this time in transition isn't quite so intimidating. This time around I don't see many military personnel; their quiet, confident presence in matching uniforms, easily-maintained buns for the female's hair and crew cuts for the men. Usually silent but friendly when interaction is called for. Confident yet with a mysterious air about them that seems a slight hint of uncertainty as they prepare to leave or are coming home.

Or in the airport you may find people like me... obviously not their first time in a terminal. Looking very much like they don't belong and at the same time quite comfortable and familiar with their surroundings; in no hurry. Whose main priority at this point is to remain comfortable and in possession of all articles of baggage.

Okay I'm officially sick of waiting. around now.

Final stretch of Summer Break

Summer break is drawing to a close; a fact made all the more real as I begin pulling out textbooks to finish my Theology J-term and start moving books from last year to make way for incoming schoolbooks for this year. On the one hand, I'm excited to get back into a schedule, to know what my week will generally look like, (to be able to post on my blog regularly again lol), to be forced to inhale knowledge & be challenged by new idea's and developed philosophies and alternate explanations for things I had always taken for granted, etc. etc.
On the other hand, I'm not looking forward to getting back into a rote schedule of my nose to the grindstone, trying to find that balance between schoolwork, work work, and having a social life; of trying to find the balance between taking advantage of living in such a christian-saturated environment and resenting being in a God-bubble that gets claustrophobic sometimes; of being constantly reminded that I am different no matter where I go and my non-conformist tendencies throw people into a conundrum in every setting I am ever in - which sometimes endears but usually just throws people for a loop.
There's a fine balance between owning the fact that as Christians we are to be set apart, but not elitist. How exactly one accomplishes this balance is not something I've solved yet, and I really don't think anyone ever does.
But I digress. I was really getting stressed about starting my Senior year, as I still have yet to solve this problem of completing a 3-5 month internship. To further complicate matters, my car won't stay on, and I don't have the resources to fix it just yet. However, no car = can't do an internship stateside. However, to do the internship overseas, I would have to either take a semester off, or 'graduate' but not receive my diploma until next fall. I kinda want my diploma when I walk.
So I called my friend in a crisis the other night, and she did a good job listening to me and then said at the end of my rant, 'Sounds like you are trying to make God into an 8-ball."
"What?!"
"You are so concerned with what to DO. But I don't hear you relaxing in God's Truth. Calm down. Has God ever let you down before? Doesn't He always pull you through? The question isn't 'will God come through' but 'how much are you going to panic before He does.'
Conviction. Wham.
So the last few days have been me see-sawing between externalizing my anxt about what is to come, and being constantly reminded through friends, a womens retreat, and music to relax and wait on the Lord.
Which sounds wonderful, but is a lot tougher to actually DO. My boyfriend said humorously that one of his biggest challenges so far in our relationships is trying to get my brain to just STOP and relax for a while, as it is always going! Yeah...
Anyway. Its been a great break, although entirely different from the other two summer breaks. The first one I spent in Romania and last summer I worked at a Christian camp. This year I bee-bopped around the Country, helping here and there, visiting, working, but not staying in the same place for more than a week at a time. Glorious to be able to travel around like that, and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to do it again so I'm glad I did it when I could.

Anyhoo I'm sort of rambling right now. I'll close with the final quotes from my J-term last week. Enjoy :-)

To protect the identities of those involved, I will preface this story this way: Long ago in a galaxy far far away, I was an interim pastor…

And I wanted to say (something mouthy) but I had a brief moment of sanctification and I didn’t.

Any of you want to go into the ministry? Teach six-grade boys. Student: Does this apply to girls? Prof: YES, teach six grade girls! It will make you or break you!

This kid kept throwing fig newtons at whoever walked out of the bathroom, and I said, ‘Dave, if you throw another fig newton at someone, I’m going to stuff one up your nose.’ Kid threw another newton, I threw him on the bed and stuffed one up his nose.

This woman said she was going to pick up some stuff from my store, and I knew that her father was the spitting image of Henry Kissenger. So I had very LOW expectations. Well, I was pleasantly surprised. And I looked at her and said, you know, tomorrow’s my birthday. I just moved here, you’re from here. Do you know of anything fun? And she said, well that’s funny the next day is my birthday.’ Now, I’m not very good, but I can do something we that! So my now-wife and I celebrated our birthdays together...

We were meeting as a youth group at a YMCA pool because that’s the only place with baptismal facilities for the youth group. But I thought we were just meeting for youth group, and so I forgot to bring my baptismal robe. The only thing I had in the car was an oversized LedZephlin t-shirt…

If there’s ever a nuclear takeover, only two things will survive: Cockroaches and Baptist Communion wafers. And ultimately the Cockroaches won’t survive because they won’t eat the wafers.

If you look at the Catechism, Purgatory is a place of burning. Most Catholics don’t know that. They think its dark and shadowy… not someplace you want to be. Kind of like Detroit. And the idea is that you gonna be there a while. Bring a lunch.

If I said, ‘honey I’m on my way home.’ And it took me 2 weeks to get home, I’d come home and find my books out in the front yard. Because she knows that I love my books the most, after her. I love my grandkids too, but they don’t live with us. Of all the things in my house, I love my wife first and then my books. Student: More than your cowboy boots? Prof: oooh…. Okay it’d be my books AND my cowboy boots. I forgot about those.

Chapter 19 is the Second Coming of Christ. When you read this chapter, this is like the Battle before the gates of Mordor! Mount Doom is about to fall! Gandalf and Aragorn have lifted up their swords, only there’s only ONE sword here, and that’s the Sword of the Lord!

I have granted my wife the privilege of disagreeing with me on any 3 theological issues of her choosing at one time. They can rotate, but they can’t be more than 3. Its very kind of me, I know. I’m just a kind-hearted guy.

brief update

Well, once again I must hurry with the update. My apologies. One day I shall return to the blogging world.
In brief, the last three weeks have been amazing, exhausting, inspiring, depressing, energizing, and bewildering.
It shocked me how little so many of the campers knew about the Bible. Most didn't know what the difference between Old and New Testaments was, out of a cabin of seven only one girl knew the story of Esther, out of a cabin of six none knew the story of Ruth. One girl asked what kind of mother would name her son Ruth. I said well, Ruth was a girl and then they became more interested.
The last camp of kids was the most challenging but the most spiritually rewarding. A girl came forward on the last day when I caught her eye and told me she wanted to receive Christ as her Savior but didn't know how. She started crying when she told me she knew she was doing bad things that made God sad. So we prayed together and I asked her if she recognized she was a sinner, there was no other way to be saved except for Christ, and if she wanted to ask Jesus to be King of her life. She said yes, and I told her once she became a Christian her life wasn't her own anymore; it belonged to Jesus. She was a soldier waiting for orders from now on. She nodded and I told her to go ahead and tell God everything she just told me. After she prayed I said "Guess what! Now we're sisters. Did you know that?" Her eyes lit up and she shook her head. "How?" she asked, her tears drying. "Because once you become a Christian you join the family of Jesus, and I'm part of that family. So we're sisters!"
After the service she ran around asking people if they were saved and then joyously proclaimed, "Then we're sisters!" or "So we're brother and sister!"
It was really cool because one of the leaders had led FOUR girls to Christ the first week, and I had prayed, "Lord, I've never led anyone to You. I don't need to if that's not what You have for me, but I'd really like to if that's Your will while I'm here." And the last week my prayer was answered. Yay!!!
Tomorrow we hit the road as a team traveling to various Southern Baptist Churches in Kentucky who have requested that we run day camps for their kids. I've been told these are a breeze compared to the campground camps.
I should have more regular internet access. Hope so.
Happy Independence Day, by the way!!! celebrated by going to church, drinking tea with my Indian friends, exercising in my apartment, then my good friend picked me up and we watched x-men 2 and Hogan's Heroes whilst drinking milk and eating fresh brownies. She is knitting socks and I'm working on a cross stitch. Yeah, we're nerds. :-)

~Princess Ouch~

On the road again

It never ceases to amaze me the culture shock I go through upon entering Ohio. Not neccessarily a bad thing, just the preffered general lifestyles of the areas that I visit is somehow always different from whatever area I currently call 'home' at the time of the visit.

A very trivial example is that both my roommates are from India, so we drink tea almost as much if not more so than water. But not just tossing a teabag into some hot water and calling it tea, there is a method of making tea. And they (and our other Indian guests) can tell a difference when the tea is not properly made. The water must be heated, a teabag (or two usually, and always BLACK tea that is not flavored) inserted into the water and allowed to boil for about a minute. Sugar and milk are then mixed in and kept just below a boil so that the milk 'cooks' a little and fully mixes with the tea and the sugar dissolves entirely into the brew.

However, I have reentered the land of Coffee drinkers. Actually that would have happened had I simply stepped outside my doorstep. BUT since I'm in the South (or the boarder of the South or whatever we're calling it) there is always some kind of black tea on hand for sweetened Ice Tea (of which there is also a method for correct brewing) as well as milk and sugar somewhere near so if I must I can scrounge and make tea to my preferences.

BUT here there is skim milk and flavored cream for the coffee. Not bad for what it is bought for (cereal and coffee) but absolutally NOT going to cut it for the correct methods of making real tea.

*sigh* So I'm back to coffee. Not that I mind terribly, I like coffee (incredibly doctored up coffee, that is :-D) but still am adjusting. The thing is, I can tell when I've had too much coffee and so try to limit my consumption, however I can drink as much tea as I want and its fine. In fact, its high in antioxidants, so the more the better. So a positive spin on it is that I'm getting another excercise in self restraint in not drinking three to five cups of coffee like I can with tea.

*sniffle*

Its funny how we get into routines that we don't even realize are there until they are interrupted. I read of a missionary once who was fine traveling anywhere as long as he had wriggley's gum with him. He had grown up chewing on it, and that was what gave him a sense of normalicy. I've noticed that when I'm able to do funny little routines it makes my crazy hither-thither-and-yon travelings feel a little less stressful.
Anyhoo. For those of you going through crazy life seasons or traveling, just thought I'd share for your consideration.

My grandma and I were talking the other day about life seasons. My cousin is also in college and was apparently bemoaning the fact that she was in a four-year long season of transition, didn't really have a HOME to go home to. It was just 'visiting the parents.'
I've been trying to figure out the balance of that same life season. Its a fine balance between declaring and maintaining independance and not falling into self-focused unreliable singleness. Yet telling the difference between the two is not all that easy.
On the one hand, I thought a few months ago I was entering into an entirely different life season. However, whilst talking with my Grandma, I grinned and said, "Isn't it awesome though that we aren't tied down to any one particular place at this age though? I wouldn't want to stay this way forever, but I'm really enjoying being able to be nomadic when I want and stationary when I want and figuring out how to communicate well when I decide to do either." My grandma laughed (she is apparently not in the life season where such lifestyle seems adventureous and attractive) and said yes, it is nice while it lasts and we should enjoy it while we're in that season.

So am heading out west tomorrow. Not entirely sure what to expect as we didn't have an itinerary when last I checked. I know it will involve hard work on the house that is being rebuilt and three and a half opinionated men who have all done this kind of work on houses many times before now. (the 'half' is my brother who has not quite completed the rites of passage into manhood, nor has had as much experience on this work) Looking forward to seeing everyone but am once again wishing that they lived closer so that when I went out there it wasn't like a return from a distant galaxy. Leaving often seems like stepping through a wormhole to travel across space and time, and what makes it worse is the next time of visitation is known to be out there, somewhere, but details and timing of it are as mysterious as the life on the distant planet I'm heading to.

But regardless of that, it will be nice to see everyone.
~Princess Ouch~

Traveler

My friend Corina who is a Social Worker in Romania wrote this and put it on her blog.I thought it was very beautiful, and so am sharing. It kind of sums up this summer for me. :-) What with traveling all over, learning new things and being exposed to so many different paradigms, saying 'see ya later' to friends due to different locations - wordly and other-worldly :-)

You can visit Corina's blog at: http://corinacaba.wordpress.com She has both a Romanian page and an English page.

~Princess Ouch~

Traveler

by Corina Caba

lift up your eyes to heaven

remember you are HUMAN:

your source is not earthling

and your name is not on earth.

your origin does not belong

to this perennial earth

the name you carry here is one destined

to be forgotten,

an eternal name awaits for you,

a name destined to never be forgotten

yes, your origin is from another world,

from God Himself your soul is sprang.

I live on earth, but I am a stranger here,

my longings can not be satisfied herein,

my home is from a world above,

my destination is not on this earth…

Pictures and stories

People leaving from the Evangelism service at the local Pentecostal church on Monday evening

Pump at the Gas Station on the way to Oradea


An old lady who is also a friend of mine :-)


My friend Ramona pozing on the street as we made our way to McDonalds to meet our friend after the Church service

Picturesque moment in Oradea


Doamna Caba, Corina Caba's mom, Ramona Caba's adoptive Mom/Grandma

Reformed/Lutheran Church with an orthodox church behind it.

A little Gypsy girl playing with a friend's bicycle. Her father is a church planter for the Adventist church. He and I had a very interesting conversation. :-)
Hymnal in a Baptist Church. :-) I thought the picture just came out cool. :-0D
Kids playing together.


Funny thing is that when people here first meet me, they think I'm Hungarian or something. If I keep my mouth shut and change how I dress and do my hair slightly, I can get by pretty easily. However once I disclose that I am an American, I start getting all sorts of interesting questions.
"Do you like it here?" "Is it nicer here than America?" "I would like to go to America. Can you get me a visa?" "What are you doing here?" "How did you first come to Romania?" "why do you keep coming back?"

So I explain that yes, I like Romania, but of course there is no place like home. I come here to work in ministry.
"Ooooh you work at an orphanage or something, right?"
Yes, I explain, I did a few years ago. But now I believe God has called me to work with Gypsies.
The exclamations of surprise, horror, and general flabergastation are usually somewhat humerous.
"Are you sick?" One guy asked and put his hand on my forehead. "WHY do you like the Gypsies? Don't you know that they stink? And worse, they lie and steal and are just not good people!" he explained after we had finished laughing at the fact that he literally put his hand on my forehead.

"Yes, I have a nose. I can smell them of course. Yes, I know they steal; I've had my wallet stolen by a Gypsy before. Yes, I know they lie, and are not nice people in general.
However, when I see a Gypsy, I see what I was before Christ came into my life, no? A Gypsy lies and steals and drinks and begs. What do we do without Christ in our life? We lie and steal and drink and even beg. It takes Christ to change us.
When a Gypsy is well educated, they are sooo smart. They excel in what they do. When they are loved, they are some of the most compassionate people you will meet. When they are well fed, they grow tall and strong. When they are taught instruments, their music and singing is incomparable to anyone else.
When a Gypsy makes a decision to follow God, you can see the change in their life clearly. And they are passionate about telling everyone about their faith. You know Gypsies are very convincing when they want to be, and when they are convincing for the Gospel, it is sooo amazing to see.
I love seeing the Change God does in a Gypsie's life. This is why I go to them. I see what God does and I see how God uses me in their lives. And I hope that they will go into the world, and even to America, and change it for Christ. And I will have been part of this thing God is doing!!"

It grows very quiet for a while as my German, British, Hungarian and Romanian friends listen to my explanation. Finally they nod and say,
"For sure. This is a good work."
Usually they add, "But I could never do it."

Hopefully God will use my testimony not just amongst the Gypsies, but amongst all the other cultures that I am encountering on this trip.

Okay it's 12:30. I'm going to bed. :-)

In Christ,

Princess Ouch.

Magzarszagban vagyok

Facebook won't let me sign in, but wanted to let ya'll know that I am safe in Hungary. THe flight was good and I have somefun stories to tell. Cannot write long right now, but thank you all for your prayers and support. Hopefully I can post some pictures tomorrow.
God bless!
p.s. Magyarszag means Hungary, Magyarszagban = in hungary, vagyok means I am. There#s your hungarian language lesson for today.

Of we go, into the wild blue yonder!

In 24.5 hours, I will be taking off for Romania. Am excited but feeling a little more apprehensious this time around than I have before. I think part of it is that I'm older and realize a little better how crazy what I do is. Also, this time around I'm going to work with Gypsies in their villages for about 3 weeks. The last few times the majority of my time was spent with Romanians or Hungarians. So... the risk factor is greater on this trip. :-)

But it's what I'm called to do, so God will protect me. :-)

Plans as of today (meaning that in Romania, plans are always made to be broken or rearranged):

Fly out Tuesday, arrive in Budapest on Wednesday. Take the train to Debrecen and stay there with a friend until Saturday. Am planning to meet IMB (International Mission Board - Southern Baptist affiliation) missionaries while in Debrecen.

Saturday drive with some friends from Debrecen to Oradea, Romania, where I will stay at the Orphanage I visited before and say hi to friends there, check up on the orphanage, that sort of thing. Then on June 4th I will take the train to Huedin, where Nicu and Silvana Hagiu will meet me and we'll get to work blessing the Gypsies with the message of Jesus and show them His love and Salvation.

On the 22 of June the Hagiu's and I will travel back to Hungary for a week for a conference for Eastern European Missionaries.

On the 30th of June I will fly home!! Whew!

Hopefully I'll be able to load pictures on here while I'm abroad. Please pray for protection for me as I travel and am with the Gypsies, and that the Lord will bless me and the Hagiu's with His words and wisdom as we minister to the Gypsies.

And pray that my bags aren't too heavy. I loaded up with Vitamins and supplies for the Gypsies, but I don't have a scale and they are feeling a little heavy. Augh!!

~Princess Ouch~

Plane ride from Purgatory

The other passangers were calling it,"The plane ride from Hell." My personal thought is that if it were the plane ride from Hell, we would have crashed and blown up, burning to death. But we didn't, we were just simply refined and had our faith stretched, our patience expanded, and our stomachs excercised as we fought off severe nausia and motion sickness.

So here's what happened. I fell asleep around 1 or 2 AM on the 8th of December. Part of it was excitement that I got to go home for Christmas. The other part was some girls decided that they were going to go outside my window and express their joy at freedom from school by feral screaming. I guess they forgot that some people still think nighttime is for sleeping.
Anyway, I then woke up at 5 AM the next morning and got ready to go. Nicole drove me to the airport and we hugged goodbye and wished each other a Merry Christmas.
Once at the ticketbooth, the guy was convinced that it would be faster if I changed my flight from flying into Minneanapolis and then flying to Omaha to drive home, to flying into Memphis then Omaha, and then driving home. I said I didn't want to change it but he insisted and I was too tired to argue.
Biggest mistake of the day!!!
I found out later that a flight to Minneanapolis was cancled and the person was pretty sure it was my flight. I can only hope, because it helps ease the intense frustration I felt at the poor dude at the ticket counter.
So I got onto the airplane. Business as usual. Normal safety procedures demonstration, normal introducing yourself to the person sitting next to you and then pulling out your book, normal, "Why on earth are you reading Albert Mohler's latest book for PLEASURE?!" conversation (okay I've never done that before but the conversation that insued was pretty normal. 'What are you doing with your life and why, hunh okay you are interesting but wierd' conversation) etc.
Until we got to Tennessee. Then the nice normal scenery of cool bumpy carpet-like clouds below us and wispy clouds above us changed to complete white of clouds all around us. And they started to get grey. The Captian announced that Memphis was experiancing some storms, but not to worry, we would land soon.
The turbulance started getting bad and my stomach began commenting about how it would like to either land or go home now.
The stewardess or flight attendant or whatever we call them these days then got on and said that we still couldn't land and would be circling for a while.
A half hour later it was announced that we were going to fly into Nashville as we were running out of fuel.
Oh joy.
So we landed in Nashville and parked. We then noticed that there was a plane that had landed before us and three others were pulling up. Not good.
They finally gave us a gate and we pulled in. I was able to get out and call my friend who was going to pick me up at the airport in Omaha and call my parents to let them know what was up. CNN said that flights in Memphis and Baltimore were backed up by an hour. Joy.
I decided that I didn't really want to go to Memphis at that point. I could re-switch my flight and go to Minneanapolis as planned. Unfortunately quite a few other people had the same idea and as soon as I was the next person in line the Captain came running down the gangway and told everyone to get back on the plane.
So we did, and fifteen minutes later we took off again. They had re-fueled and were going to try to land in Memphis.
As soon as we got close to Memphis the clouds went from white to dark gray and the turbulance was terrible. My stomach said if I didn't do something it would go on strike. So I closed my eyes and began praying kind of hard.
We kept that up for what felt like an hour but was probably 15 minutes before the Captian announced that once again we were running out of fuel and would have to find someplace else to land, and Huntsville Alabama would probably be it.
"What, are we doing a tour of all the 'ville' airports in the South?" Someone asked.
So we arrived in Huntsville, Alabama. We were all glad to be on the ground but starting to wonder how we were going to make our connecting flights as it was 11 at that point.
The captains voice crackled on the speaker, "Uhhh.. Ladies and Gentlemen, we will deplane as soon as we can, but no one is answering us at the airport and we don't know if they have a gate for us or not... so as soon as we get ahold of someone, then we'll let you know what we know."
Seriously?!?!
"What, no one noticed there's an extra plane just parked out there?" A businessman asked.
Several minutes later another voice crackled over the intercom.
"This is the manager of the airport. We want to welcome you to Huntsville, Alabama. Right now we are experiancing an unusual situation with the storm in Memphis, and we have a lot of people in our airport who don't belong. So we're gonna just ask you to sit tight till we figure something out."
"They are not going to make us sit here the whole time! How long is that going to be?" people started asking. It was now almost 12 and our flight had left at 7:30 am.
"This is the manager of the airport again. The Captain has requested that we allow you to deplane. So we'll allow you to come up to the gate, but do not I repeat DO NOT enter the main airport or we will not allow you to come back. You don't have a boarding pass for any other flight as you aren't even supposed to have landed here. We will let you know once we know something what your next course of action will be." He then told us about their coffee shop/snack shack/'hot dog stand' where we could get food in the airport and repeated a few warnings about not leaving the terminal we were in.
So we went into the airport and got lunch. Ten bucks for a tea, a water, and a sandwhich. I hate eating in airports. It's SO not worth the money!!
So I ate with two other ladies from my flight and we watched in growing perturbation as CNN announced that the storm system in Memphis was slowly taking over the midwest.
"They had better not leave us here!" One lady commented, and the two began saying how this was the plane flight from hell.
Hmm... no, more like the plane ride from purgatory! We hadn't crashed, we had just all felt somewhat sick during the turbulence and were having beautiful opportunities to practice patience!
I personally stayed in Huntingville (or huntsville, I still can't remember it's name) until 5:30. They were able to change my flight so that I could fly into Cincinnatti and then straight home instead of flying into Omaha. Yay!!
So i arrived around 9:45. At 10:00 I discovered that while I was able to make the flight to Cincinatti, none of my luggage had!! Part of the problem was that I had switched from Northwest Airlines to Delta, and my bags apparently made it to Omaha, where i was originally supposed to go!! So the bags apparently made it to Omaha this morning, and should get here tonight or tomorrow. Usually it's the younger sister stealing clothes from the older sister's closet, but apparently my sister and I are gonna pull a switch-er-oo on the ol' tradition. Fortunately we're built pretty similar she's just taller and has a shorter torso.
Okay I want my own clothes!!

So anyway. There's my latest adventure! I was able to help out a pregnant mom by playing with her six-year old and four-year old (and every once and a while her 13 month old) daughters by coloring with them and playing on the wheelchair with them. So my arms hurt now but we had fun. :-D
So yeah.... there's my wonderful traveling story for this six-month period. Woot woot!

So now I'm home, which is great, and have been shown or am discovering the latest changes and updates and recent homework and cooking victories by my siblings and catching up with mom. Yay!!
And I still need to finish reading Acts through Revelation and write an 8 to 20 page paper on a summary of one of those books before next week. *sigh* Ah well. I sort of brought it upon myself by signing up for so many D-and-J-terms.

More later!

~Princess Ouch~