I Know a Name

Whether you call him Father, or Dad, or Daddy, or Papa, or Pop, or OTP, or Boompa, or Grandpa, he's still just as sweet.

Happy Father's Day!

A Little Sentimentality

1 a.m. in the girls' German House apartments was always lively—a time when creativity and levity were at their peaks. Our whiteboard and quote wall were witnesses to that. Although I was known for mixing up words, which put me on the quote wall unfortunately frequently, there's nothing really worth remembering from that particular memorial of our evening apartment bonding. However, I was looking through photos I took this last year and I came across a collection of poor quality photographs. They are photos of the caricatures I drew on the whiteboard of all the roommates 10 years from that point. Although the board was ever changing, these portraits had the longest stint up there, even longer than the fruit representation of ourselves. (I am not responsible for these.)

 

 These were my one shot at artwork last year, so I've decided to share them as it is almost two months since the dissolution of our little German House family. 

In fond memory of the apartment 350 during Fall 2012.

From Left to Right: Lizzy, Shelby, Cheyann, Ary, Kari, Lauren

Liebe

I love....

dancing in the rain.

 

the German house.

fun, kind, lovely roommates.

crazy, enjoyable, alcohol free parties for every occasion in the social apartment (AKA our apartment).

being silly.

This semester has been good and blessed. The last final has been taken. The airplane ticket has been purchased. The housing contract has been sold. The boxes are empty and ready to be packed. The tears are waiting to be shed. 

Life is good. I love it.

Geld

Now, this quip does not reflect my actual hopes and dreams, and "demotivational" posters are usually a little more sarcastic than I like; however, I found this amusing. It is particularly applicable to my BYU acquaintances, many of whom seriously seem to want to challenge the old adage, "money can't buy everything." There is a relatively large population of students here who simply want to become rich. Wealth is their life goal. It's caused all sorts of "interesting" discussions and arguments recently. I find this depressing on so many levels. But I guess we all have our weaknesses. 

The Butterscotch Brownies I made yesterday were one of mine. That weakness was, however, consumed by  me and roommates & Co. while we watched Sabrina during the later hours of the day. It's a weakness I was sorry to be rid of. Epiphany! I now have sympathy for the aspiring wealthy...as long as they don't have a desire to date me.