Saturday, June 20, 2015

a rainy day

It was one of those days, where it was pleasantly warm out, but would rain every ten minutes.  It's those type of days that I love.  It gives me inspiration.  Which I normally don't have.   

So I've taken up a new hobby.  It's kind of a stretch for me, since I don't do things like this.  Few days ago, this was my thoughts: "I want to teach myself the ukulele." So I went on Amazon and bought one.  And then it came in the mail and I tried to teach myself a song.  I managed to learn "Somewhere Over the Rainbow/Simple Gifts" (and I named it Eugene. haha) (for those of you who know my love of Adventures in Odyssey, yes I named it after Eugene Meltsner.)

Your fellow sociopath, Diana 

Monday, April 6, 2015

poems by heinrich heine

Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: 'Es liegt der heisse Sommer'

There lies the heat of summer
on your cheek's lovely art:
There lies the cold of winter
Within your little heart.

That will change, beloved,
The end not as the start!
Winter on tour cheek then,
Summer in your heart.

Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: 'Ein Fichtenbaum'

A single fir-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice.

His dreams are of a palm-tree,
Who, far in eastern lands,
Weeps all alone and silent,
Among the burning sands.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

new design

hi everyone, my blog is under construction...hehe so please excuse the unorderliness of my blog. ;))

Joyfully in Him,
   Diana <3

Friday, November 21, 2014

happy christmas...

What did the soldiers of World War II feel like when they were approaching battle? What was it like to be in a tank that was firing at enemy troops? How would he have felt if someone fell right next to him while he was running for his life? He wouldn't have been able to stop and look at him. Would he remember that moment for the rest of his life? Would he wish it was himself that fell instead of the other person? Were they scared? Something drastic could happen in a split second and they had to be prepared for anything. Just thinking about these things brings tears to my eyes as I realize how those soldiers risked their lives for something they believed in. Their family. Their home. Our nation. America. Where we have the freedom like no other country. It makes me very honored that I live in a country that many men fought for my freedom. I thank God that they sacrificed their lives for the future generation. My generation. And it's my job to preserve it. And fight for it.
 (me on a tank at Cantigny
My grandpa served in WWII in the C.A A.A. 430. We found his military jacket and hat in his old basement. We found a few things in the pocket and under the fold in the hat. It was so cool. It was like I was holding history in my hand. All those things that I studied and read about, it was like I was touching it, and feeling history come alive. We took it to Cantigny, and they helped us a lot with where the things we found came from and where my grandfather served. It's just so cool to think that I'm related to someone who fought for our country. It was such a long time ago, but I felt I was living it by just holding his hat in my hand. My grandfather sailed from Boston to Wales in 11 days. I wonder what happen, who he talked to, what he experienced? My dad said that he would never talk about the war when my dad was little. Was it that bad? Why did people have to suffer to get over arguments with other countries? War is a terrible thing. But I am thankful for all who served. And all died for our nation.

Joyfully in Him,
    Diana <3