How Much Wood Can a Woodchuck Chuck?

Did you know the German version of “oops” is “hoppla”? I didn’t until my Internet connection was slow in sending an email and Gmail told me.

I stink at selling plasma. Stink, stink, stink. But I'm not going to give up yet.

The following picture is to show several things. 1. The wooden bow that shows up in windows in Germany this time of year. 2. The CDs and tapes that belong to no one but remain in the apartment. Some say "Made in the DDR" on them. 3. A shirt that I inherited from Sister Grayson. 4. My poor arms. The left always has a good vein for donating blood, but the nurse was new and she couldn't get it right, so that arm is bruised and sore. An older nurse came and went for the other arm, so getting my coat and backpack on and trying to re-braid my hair were all interesting experiences.












My professor (the same one who told us that John Smith founded the Latter-day Church in the late 1820s) said the word “chuck.” As in, “chuck wood.” I didn’t know anyone really said that.

During my first game of Settlers after a several-month pause, I threw a tantrum and quit. Oops. Two days later, I played again against my roommate. It was going horribly but I was determined to stick it out. My eights and variety of resources finally paid off and I won! Wahoo! Queen of Catan once more!

Here's a picture of Sister Dixon (from Harmony, Utah), and Kira (from Ohio), and I after we made cookies at the institute. Well, they made cookies. I just ate what seemed like pure sugar and played a few games of Kicker (which warranted more comments about how I must practice all day--yeah right, like I have the time). Afterwards, Sister Dixon massaged mentholatum into my back, saying that my cold had settled there. I think it's a slipped disc, and it is getting worse and worse each day. Sitting is not fun and nothing really brings relief, but I have no desire/time/money to see someone about it. Additionally, I've lost my wrist brace that I used whenever I used the computer. Carpal tunnel is back as a result. Another reason to feel old. Oh, and that bluish-greenish sweater I'm wearing is another hand-me-down from Sister Grayson. That was the first time I dared wear a belt over a shirt.













I have a big announcement! But I'm going to wait to announce it until I get comments from at least ten different people proving someone actually reads my ramblings.