Addictions

I may not be addicted to alcohol or drugs or other "bad" things, but we all are addicted to something aren't we?  My addictions change weekly/monthly but they are there.  Sometimes it is planning travel, other times it's a TV show or a music group.  Right now my addiction is Geneaology research.  My parents and I traveled to Ohio in August to do some research on the Sims family (my mother's maiden name).  A distant relative put a lot of good information together a few years ago, but I've been able to find a lot on Ancestry.com.  We drove by the land that my mom's great grandfather grew up on, and the couple generations prior to that.  It is realling interesting to learn all of these things.  Sometimes I would just love to find a time machine and travel back for a couple days to say hi and see what life was like.   What I've discovered is that I have a long lineage from Ireland.  These ancestors then moved from Ohio to Nebraska to Kansas where they stayed.  When we started this, I knew I had some Norwegian heritage, but my mom had always been told that the Sims name was English.  I've found out differently.  Regardless, it gets addicting! We all have our vices. 

Love

Always Remember 9-11

10 years ago this morning I was in my new dorm room in a place I had only lived for a couple weeks and I had just left home and all I knew to live 700 miles away. I was sleeping in because I was super excited to score a 11am start time for my Tuesday/Thursday classes, labs.  My roommate was also sleeping in, and we did not know anything had happened, until my clock radio alarm came on.  I usually just hit the snooze and turned it off right away, but something caught my attention, and I listened for a bit.  Then I turned on the TV to see, I woke up my roommate Lakrishia.  The whole world was buzzing around us, and we were catching up.  The remainder of the day was somewhat fuzzy, but I do recall some of the bigger points.  I still had some of my classes that day, but those that did meet were cut short.  But what was even more interesting was being a transplant in a world that had their own tragedy just a few years ago, a few miles north in Oklahoma City.  A whole different view point from my own.  I still felt that OKC was miles away, when in actuality it was just minutes away.  This was an interesting thing to me.  I wasn't that worried about my family, as everyone I knew was in Nebraska or Kansas for the most part, and that wasn't anywhere near what was going on.  Regardless, I was glued to the TV for DAYS, probably unhealthily so.  Regardless, it was a day I will never for get.  I pray for all of those that lost family members in this tragedy.  May God be with them. 

December 7th a day that changed history...

Today, when I finally got out of bed (boy do I love days off!) I turned on the tv, and that vile adult cartoon, American Dad was on TBS, my usual default tv station.  So I did something I don't normally do, I flipped through the channels and the tv guide.  I stopped upon the Military channel, this is a channel that never makes it in my viewing channels, that is unless my dad is here.  What stopped me was the tv shows about Pearl Harbor.  I love learning about all things World War II.  No I don't research it a lot or anything, but I do like hearing it.  The shows I watched were about myths of Pearl Harbor.  They discussed the surprise element, whether the US or the Japanese fired the first shot, and other very interesting topics. 

Oh this December day, a day that changed history in 1941...I again send a thank you to all of those who have and are serving our wonderful country. 

Love.