Zooey is so cute.

I saw these on another blog and just thought that they were so cute!

Just some pictures of the college days...

Anne Bronte's Agnes Grey

Anne Bronte, of the Bronte sisters, is one of my favorite authors of all time. She is a beautiful poet and so i decided to read one of her books 'Agnes Grey'. I just started reading it and really enjoy it! Love Love Love Anne Bronte!!!
“All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry, shriveled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut. Whether this be the case with my history or not, I am hardly competent to judge. I sometimes think it might prove useful to some, and entertaining to others; but the world may judge for itself. Shieleded by my own obscurity, and by the lapse of years and a few fictitious names, I do not fear to venture, and will candidly lay before the public what I would not disclose to the most intimate friend”

"Every Night and Day I ask for Divine help.”

“They may crush, but they shall not subdue me! Tis of Thee that I think, not of them.”

A Fun Old Picture

A Foreign Devil in China

My grandmother told me that I have to read these missionary biographies so I started with this one and i really really love it. It is about Billy Graham's father-in-law who was a missionary in China. The missionary's wife's family had a harder time letting go of their daughter...

"All of my life I have been devoted to missions...I have given my money, my time, but I never thought I would have to give up my daughter."

so beautiful...

" When I woke up, everything smelt normal. I asked Lucy if she needed to go to the bathroom and she didn't move so I proceeded to the bathroom myself. I found it odd that she didn't need to go considering she always goes in the morning but I brushed it aside.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Walking back into my room, I smelt it. My arch nemesis, the very thing no man hopes to see. I turned to the culprit laying on her bed. She turned her huge seal eyes up at me and gave this face, the face of someone who was forced to do something evil. I turned from the culprit to try and find the evil I knew was somewhere near.

I looked on my bed. Nothing. I looked on my reading chair. Nada. But then, right between my dirty laundry and my dresser was a small puddle of irksomeness. I ran to the bathroom to try and find cleaning supplies, but to no avail. I went back into my room to try and find something to clean it up and that is when the stench fully hit me. It was as if I was being forced to sit in a room filled with rotting fish and cow manure. What could this dog have possibly eaten to do something so disgusting as this?!?!

And then it hit. The mucus. The saliva. I felt a churning in my stomach that could make the pope cuss. I ran into the bathroom but did not make it to the toilet and had to use the sink.

Needless to say, it was one hell of a way to start a morning. Mornings with Rotten Manure."