Our Prank

My dear sister Tina and I decided to go to my sister Laurie's apartment, (that she shares with her boyfriend Marty) and bang heavily on the door. Tina banged very loud and we started talking to each other because we believed nobody was home. We were originally there to give dear Laurie $50 because we're super nice. Okay, so we leave, and we go to Hobby Lobby and we get a phone call from Laurie, who is freaked out because someone "tried to break into her house". All we could do was laugh, laugh and laugh because it was obviously us, and poor little Laurie was sitting in the closet with a gun waiting to shoot whoever came in.

She was angry when we told her the truth, that she hid, grabbed the gun, and called her main squeeze for no reason, because we were the "robbers" who knocked on her door. But, though we frightened her, we still had a good laugh.

Farewell.

Plane Trip

My Plane trip back to the states was interesting. Let me tell you why.

From Timisoara to Budapest, it was short, easy and without much complication.

From Budapest to New York was a different story. I was left in Budapest for 5 hours and 50 minutes just waiting. I did believe I would have the company of a certain gentleman, though it never worked out, because of the security check-in I went through, or because neither of us knew exactly where to find each-other, so we never found each-other. That was a bit of a disappointment, because I had to sit around the whole time, I prevailed still. I went on the plane and met a very nice gentlemen who I shared decent conversation for 9 hours with, and we exchanged emails.

From New York to Dallas the plane was delayed about an hour and a half, instead of leaving at 5:30 we ended up leaving around 7:00. On the trip, there were these two guys behind me, they were very funny, but somewhat crude. They reminded me of a few people I had the "privilege" living with when I was a young teen. The trip was a bit long, though it was originally supposed to be 3 and a half hours, it was about (including the delay) five hours.

I got to the Airport to not see Nancy and Eugene, because it seems the Airport people had told them I was in a completely different terminal, and they ran quickly over to me after about 15-30 minutes of waiting somewhere completely different. And while they were in the other terminal I got my bag and half listened to a very strange conversation between two men about television shows, which was somewhat amusing and irrelevant to everything they discussed on the plane.

Finally Mom and Dad arrived and they took my suitcase and we went to the car and went back Home. Well, though it's not actually my home, since I will be living with my dear older sister Tina and her husband Chris and their 9 year old son, Quinn. I am happy about the change, and I will give it the best shot. I will be going there on the 11th, and it will be my permanent residence.
Well, I am exhausted from the trip so I should actually be dead asleep now, I think I'll try to get some sleep.

Farewell.

P.s I miss my friends in Timisoara, of course.

Last Week In Europe

Well, I am going back to the states on the 3rd of July and I will be moving in with my older sister Tina, at her house.
I'm going to miss Europe, and Jolie, but life goes on, right?
I'll be sure to add some pictures soon from my last days.

I'm going to be taking a plane by myself, so I am a bit nervous, but I will go on.
Stay cool readers.

Farewell.

Happy Birthday Eugene!

Oh Happy Eugene Day!!!


Eugene dressing up as Elvis in 2008



Eugene & I in 2001



Eugene in the 50's





This Post is in celebration of Richard Eugene Osborn, also known as "Father, Daddy, Pop and Papa". Eugene is my father and has helped me allot in my very strange years of life. He's always cracking witty jokes and asking me when I want to go to the store with him (to get cookies). We also watched War movies together, such as Band of Brothers and he got a bit annoyed when I would quote Band of Brothers, so I stopped, but only because he said I should, and I believed he was right. I respect him allot, his calmness and his ability to make situations better with his perspectives and opinions. Once in a while I will catch myself saying the "banana joke" he always told, or the "worked it out with a pencil" joke too, I guess they were just too funny to pass up. He also helped me as I grew up and learned various topics about life which include doing math also. I remember when we used to just get in the car and drive for hours to some destination to book a wal *mart or just because we wanted to. Those were the days. We also enjoy the same kind of music which is rare because Father's are supposed to listen to "Fatherly music" which is older or less "teenish", but I think it's so awesome we agree on music, I remember Eugene and I just rocking out to Blindside or Cream, or whatever you felt was worth listening to. So today, in honor of Eugene I decided to make this post about him. I wish him the best birthday since I can't throw silly jokes his way on his Birthday, but I hope we can spend another birthday together someday, even if I am half-way across the world, I think the Lord will have our paths meet again soon. So cheers to Eugene! Happy Birthday Daddy! I love and
miss you and allot of my music reminds me of you now, so you are remembered.


Farewell.

My Late Schedule

For the past several days, okay to be safe I'll say a week, I have been staying up way too late and sleeping in way too late. Usually, when you sleep in it's because your body needs it somehow, because you might be fighting a cold, or dying, but the point is, I don't think I need all this sleep. I am so tired during the day because I am sleeping TOO MUCH! I don't need to sleep so much and I seriously doubt the rest of the Home is extremely excited about my sleeping habits.

I think I shall get up earlier and increase my Kaffee intake. Smart right? Well I thought so anyway.

Farewell.

CTP

We did a CTP the other day, and it was interesting, as in, I'm in a new country and I am still getting used to Children who do not speak the same language as I, nor do they understand the various expressions on my face (seeing as I have been known for the various expressions that do not make much sense to anyone), so the children just smile bright with their balloons and bags the size of themselves and wonder what in the world I, as small as I am, could in anyway offer.

Aha, they are not the only one's who consider this exact statement as true, I myself have not only considered it, but have kept it running through my head for many days. 'What could I do if I do not speak the language and are unable to understand the minds of small children'? And by asking myself this, I realized that if I tried so hard to understand them, and worked so hard studying, worrying, and scraping my brain trying to make myself more presentable to them, then what good would it do?

I am still planning to learn the language, but, it is only by God that I am able to be noticed by them. Children are small, and they have faith, sometimes more than adults, because they have blind-faith, which can be some of the greatest faith you could ever have.

So I realized, I could just show Jesus to them, through myself. I have no real amazing feature that people would awe at, and no deathly beautiful talents that would be obviously noticed by the world, but I have faith, and I have Jesus, who can be shown through me. So, that's what I can do. That is all I really have.

Farewell.

Kevin

Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and throw out a couple whines and several sad dots because of the lack of Kevin.

He came here about six days after I did, and then, out of the blue, he's like "hey, I'm leaving in like 10 minutes". Now, wait a second! I didn't agree to that, I don't recall saying, 'okay, go on back to Poland or wherever you're from'. Nay!

Anyway, he was super fun, and exciting, and full of sarcasm. He left about 4 days ago, and nobody in the Home has fully recovered, well, except for me. Kaffee always does the trick, oh wait, I'm supposed to be super sensitive and emotional now, because I forwarned my blog-readers that I would be a big mess of emotion, so here goes.

WAAAAAAAAAA, BOOO HOO, SOB SOB, SNIFF SNIFF, (over-flowing tears).

Well, that was a blast, come again soon, and maybe I might just do it again.

Farewell.

Three Cheers for Monty Python and Phantom of the Opera.

He loved leaves



Go ahead and leave you punk...




He Came. He Lived. He posed.



He was a bag of smiles.




Yes, you can reheat chocolate cake.
And yes, I want bananas with my waffles.

Kevin lived a healthy life, filled with various nuts and spices, and fried green tomatoes.
He loved movies like "Short circuit, Princess on Ice, Some like it hot, and of course, Babe pig in the city".
He loved to dance, to pose, and to live life like any young strong soldier should live. I hope he knows we love him, for the man he is, and for the man he'll never...er...he'll grow up to be.

Opera!

Well, we went to a OPERA the other day, and it was fun.
It was called "Madame Butterfly", and it wasn't very cheerful, but that's okay, we'll live.

I have never been to an Opera before so it was quite an experience. The singing was loud, obviously, and the main girl (who was supposed to be fifteen) looked like 100 and wasn't that great, but the main guy was a good singer, though he was like 1000 years old. The opera lasted about 3 hours, and was cool. I would like to go to another opera someday, but I would like to know the story before-hand, just in case it's not worth it.
Anyway, enjoy life, and opera, and various pieces of bread you just MIGHT get in provisioning.

Farewell.