It is the only place where it is acceptable to talk to a wall=P
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Yes, while we were in the Cayman Islands we visited a place called Hell.
It was titled this because the ocean had receded at this specific place and left coral that died and turned black, appearing like brimstone.
So, of course they made a big tourist attraction out of it.
And thankfully they were telling the Good News too=)
The next few are just a couple of the fancy desserts we got to enjoy during the trip.
And this...this is what we ate them with=)=)
Powerful thing, this fork!
Rebecca, Mom and I at one of the cruise casual dinners.
Prepare to die!
In case you cannot read this..it is part of the menu that says "Grilled Breast of Corn Fed Chicken."
So wait...WHO CARES WHAT THE CHICKEN ATE!?!?!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Victoriana Lounge where all the big shows took place...usually around 10:30pm...so we were ready for bed by the time we got back to our rooms around midnight.
The Main Lobby of the Carnival Freedom was a truly amazing sight. This photo only shows the 4th and 5th levels (the lobby starts on level 3 and the ceiling extends to level 12, very high ceiling indeed)
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
|CHEM||1110||General Chemistry I||A|
|ENGL||1020||English Composition II||A|
|HIST||2020||Survey American History II||A|
|MUS||1030||Music Appreciation||A |
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
- Brian Moore