Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Mis Connections
Well I finally finished the book, "The Bungalow" and it was so good. I typically do not read all that much fiction but I have to admit, this book got me into it on some level. Its a love story with deep emotions and wild imaginations connected with real things the reader can understand from the perspective in which its written. I enjoyed it very much. It made me think about my Grandma and Grandpa and what they went through in their lifetime. My Grandma served as a nurse for the army, navy?? (I will have to look into that) Thank You Mel for the reference and Thank You Sarah Jio for the nice read.
Now I'm ready for the next book, "The Fault in our Stars" by John Green. I like what my sister had to say about it.
I hope everyone is having a nice Saturday morning if you are in the Southern California time zone, and if you are anywhere else, I hope you are having a good time. :)
Suzie
Now I'm ready for the next book, "The Fault in our Stars" by John Green. I like what my sister had to say about it.
I hope everyone is having a nice Saturday morning if you are in the Southern California time zone, and if you are anywhere else, I hope you are having a good time. :)
Suzie
Monday, February 13, 2012
Love Revolution
Five of the Men I grew up closest to met in the service when they got out of High School. Iran was having a white revolution at the time and whomever graduated High School had to enter the Military. They entered 18 months of mandatory service and were sent off into different branches to train.
On the Military bases they taught tactical stuff (my Dad is so cute with his accent still he called it "taxical" stuff and I had to correct the word as it showed it was misspelled here) and in the villages they taught people about agriculture, education... If people had graduated from the Universities there, they worked in conjunction with High School graduates to teach civilians and so on.
The five of them were placed as sergeants after the first 4 months of training, not only because of how effectively they passed their exams, but their level of education placed them higher in the ranks.They met on the first night after their 11:30pm arrival because they were up all night making noise and messing with everyone. They found the biggest trouble makers there and decided they'd become a team the next day while they lined up to get reprimanded.
Twelve of them got together and they lined up from tallest to shortest and chose jobs. There were twelve teams of twelve people who were dispersed into different jobs and my Dad along with the other twelve fellas chose to work in the kitchen, knowing it was a job they could easily accomplish while getting the best pick of food out of 144 soldiers.
"Needless to say, my friends always got the best." - My Dad in terms of serving food to fellow soldiers.
After that first 4 months of basic training, they then were deployed to different areas (cities) for 2 months of special training which included things such as learning weapons, operations, strategies and so on. The rest of the time consisted mostly of doing what they knew best and then training other soldiers, civilians, villagers to learn all they needed to know.
After the service all of the five men who met on the first night decided... they were going to come to America!
Xx Suzie
On the Military bases they taught tactical stuff (my Dad is so cute with his accent still he called it "taxical" stuff and I had to correct the word as it showed it was misspelled here) and in the villages they taught people about agriculture, education... If people had graduated from the Universities there, they worked in conjunction with High School graduates to teach civilians and so on.
The five of them were placed as sergeants after the first 4 months of training, not only because of how effectively they passed their exams, but their level of education placed them higher in the ranks.They met on the first night after their 11:30pm arrival because they were up all night making noise and messing with everyone. They found the biggest trouble makers there and decided they'd become a team the next day while they lined up to get reprimanded.
Twelve of them got together and they lined up from tallest to shortest and chose jobs. There were twelve teams of twelve people who were dispersed into different jobs and my Dad along with the other twelve fellas chose to work in the kitchen, knowing it was a job they could easily accomplish while getting the best pick of food out of 144 soldiers.
"Needless to say, my friends always got the best." - My Dad in terms of serving food to fellow soldiers.
After that first 4 months of basic training, they then were deployed to different areas (cities) for 2 months of special training which included things such as learning weapons, operations, strategies and so on. The rest of the time consisted mostly of doing what they knew best and then training other soldiers, civilians, villagers to learn all they needed to know.
After the service all of the five men who met on the first night decided... they were going to come to America!
Xx Suzie
Friday, February 10, 2012
Domi's English Lessons
This is Domi's paper that I love so much because I can hear her voice speaking in it with her accent. I love it so much!
"Its a beautiful night in my small city. I'm sitting on the beach; its cool. I'm looking at the water; its dark. The only light that I can see is a reflection of the moon. It's cold, but on my back there is my boyfriend. He hugging me and trying to make me warm. I can listen to his breath on my hair. I feel protect and comfortable in his arms. We stay all night together, and enjoy the beautiful view. It is a beautiful dream. I hope that can be real. I want that this moment never end."
"Its a beautiful night in my small city. I'm sitting on the beach; its cool. I'm looking at the water; its dark. The only light that I can see is a reflection of the moon. It's cold, but on my back there is my boyfriend. He hugging me and trying to make me warm. I can listen to his breath on my hair. I feel protect and comfortable in his arms. We stay all night together, and enjoy the beautiful view. It is a beautiful dream. I hope that can be real. I want that this moment never end."
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Happy Birthday Dad
Happy Birthday Dad. I am so incredibly thankful for you and I love you so so much. Thank you for everything you are and have ever been for me and our whole entire family, friends, relatives & beyond. I feel truly blessed to be able to share your story.
I love you,
Suz
I love you,
Suz
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
7 Stars
Wanted to share the email I received this morning from the wonderful Laura Landaker.
"The tragic event that took place 5 years ago today is why the Seven Stars Foundation, Inc. was established. The same qualities that made up this seven member crew, are the same qualities we, as a Foundation, Inc., try to follow. But it is their love of life, family, and friends and how they valued them that should be the most important example to follow. They would not want us to mourn their loss to the point of not seeing the bigger picture: smiling and laughing as much as we can; hugging and kissing our kids and grandkids till our arms ache, never passing up an opportunity to try new things and grow, for you never know where that road will lead you, but most importantly, never pass up an opportunity to say I love you to those close to you. They all knew the value of life and we must find it too. They would tell us to “live like there is no tomorrow”!"
Laura Landaker
Asst. Director and Mom of 1st. Jared M. Landaker, USMC, KIA 2-7-07 Iraq
Seven Stars Foundation, Inc.
Box 2481
Big Bear City, CA 92314
www.sevenstarsfoundation.com
Monday, February 6, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Nice Read
I am now officially really into and excited about the book The Bungalow. The second chapter captivated my attention because the character in the story decided to take a major and unexpected risk. I can't wait to see how it turns out. On to Chapter 5! :)
Friday, February 3, 2012
Migration
I sit down with my little pocket note card holder she allowed me to use, happy to be in the presence of my Mom and Dad. I spread the note cards on the counter, pull the top one and press the tip of my sharpened pencil against the paper.
"Okay, so, Dad, what year did you come into this country and why?"
He stops cooking and faces me.
"I came to this country in 1970 to study and go to school."
My Mom chimes in...
"He came in January of 1970 to go to school and find his American wife. He wanted to find an American wife with long legs so his kids might have the chance to be taller."
My Dad continues...
" Yeah, I came to this country to find my American wife and to see cars... to see cars for the first time in my life."
I look at him inquisitively as my Mom's giggles erupt. My Dad laughs too, silently appreciating how funny his wife thinks his jokes are. Everyone in the kitchen giggles along with the two of them.
"Don't feed her that bull Mo." She retorts.
I sat, taking notes and listening to my Dad telling the first bits of his story about the events that lead to him becoming an American citizen. I am, once again, fascinated with life and all of its wonder. Flashes of the conversation I had with my niece a few days prior danced in my mind as the 'American Dream' brings life to my vivid imagination. She and I read a story together called, "A Very Important Day" for her school work and I couldn't help but fall in love with it as it encompasses people from all walks on their immigration journey to America. These people, my Dad included, all took a stand on "A Very Important Day" to change their future as well as all of the future generations of their family. So I sit here and reflect upon how grateful I am for the sacrifices of my Father to create for us the 'Home' his young heart and mind always dreamed of having.
Xx Suzie
http://onebeatglobal.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-bless-america.html
"Okay, so, Dad, what year did you come into this country and why?"
He stops cooking and faces me.
"I came to this country in 1970 to study and go to school."
My Mom chimes in...
"He came in January of 1970 to go to school and find his American wife. He wanted to find an American wife with long legs so his kids might have the chance to be taller."
My Dad continues...
" Yeah, I came to this country to find my American wife and to see cars... to see cars for the first time in my life."
I look at him inquisitively as my Mom's giggles erupt. My Dad laughs too, silently appreciating how funny his wife thinks his jokes are. Everyone in the kitchen giggles along with the two of them.
"Don't feed her that bull Mo." She retorts.
I sat, taking notes and listening to my Dad telling the first bits of his story about the events that lead to him becoming an American citizen. I am, once again, fascinated with life and all of its wonder. Flashes of the conversation I had with my niece a few days prior danced in my mind as the 'American Dream' brings life to my vivid imagination. She and I read a story together called, "A Very Important Day" for her school work and I couldn't help but fall in love with it as it encompasses people from all walks on their immigration journey to America. These people, my Dad included, all took a stand on "A Very Important Day" to change their future as well as all of the future generations of their family. So I sit here and reflect upon how grateful I am for the sacrifices of my Father to create for us the 'Home' his young heart and mind always dreamed of having.
Xx Suzie
http://onebeatglobal.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-bless-america.html
Thursday, February 2, 2012
In My Bungalow
Sorry guys but I'm busy reading. ;D
I'm on Chapter 2. Everyone's reading pace varies. ;D
I'm on Chapter 2. Everyone's reading pace varies. ;D
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Mel Laps Me
I finally picked up the book The Bungalow by Sarah Jio that my sister dropped off for me. I read the page before the Prologue and I loved it!!!
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