Hey everyone...I'm up late yet another night. I'm slightly restless thinking of all that I'm going to have to do this upcoming week. I finally got the rest of my belonging moved into my current establishment, which happens to be my friend's family's home. Just about the time I get settled, I'll get to pack up and head back to school. My roommate from last year and I got along so well that we will be sharing an on-campus apartment. I'm very excited to be able to cook!!!! I'll be moving on the 16th of this month. My new home address is:
Virginia Lane
P.O. Box 222
Nelson, NE 68961
and my new school address is:
Virginia Lane
The Village Rm. # S519B
1055 N. 16th Street
Lincoln, NE 68508-1257
I have the same cell phone number (some of you may not have this number, :) but now you do) (402) 460-7476. I'll be taking 17 credit hours this fall semester...and hopefully working two part time jobs on the side. The classes I will be taking this fall are as follows: Biology 101 w/ lab, American History to 1877, Spanish 102, Rhetoric as Argument (English course), First Aid CPR & AED, Intro to Health Professions.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Roses
Here are some of my roses. I had 3 roses at the beginning of the year. One of them was a mother's day gift a few years ago from Rob and Rebekah. They always bloomed once and was pretty - but then nothing. This year we moved them where they would get more sun, I also added peat moss to the soil and fertilized. They are beautiful - and I now have 13 rose bushes. Have enough room to add 4 to 5 more next year - then my rose garden will be complete and Paul can stop singing, "I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden." :):)
Monday, August 4, 2008
My second college visit.
Hi everybody. Today I went on my second college visit. My daddy and I went to High Point University. We got lost trying to find the college when we got off the highway we were on college drive but sadly we went the wrong way on college drive. When we got there by the admissions office there were signs with the students names with the people visiting the college. So we had a reserved spot that said Barbara Thomas Greensboro NC. I had to check this paper with all my information on it and then they let us get drinks and we got on a golf cart and took a tour of the college with one of the student ambassadors. Daddy and I had to ride on the back of the cart which is really weird cause you don't know where you are going. We went down the International Promenade with flags up representing all the countries that have students in the school. We stoped and saw the theatre with a quater of a million dollar chandelier. The chandelier is itialian crystal which they bought a few years ago. They were doing a lot of construction so we didn't get to see the science buildings or the chapel. But because the school is affliated with the methodist church all students are required to take some sort of religious class. There are chapel services that you can use for credits but they have world religion classes and a bunch of things. They are building a new school of business which will have a direct feed from the new york stock exchange. They are also building a new school of communication with a bunch of new technology and a live direct feed from a local news channel. I will write some more later. Lots of love.
I wrote an article and it was published this week in our Sunday paper about Pop and our garden. Hope you enjoy it!
Giving trees: Garden spurs Milan woman to wellness
Some gardens work like horses, transforming our rich, black soil into food for hungry folks. Others are elegant showpieces, populated with nodding blooms atop sensuous stems.
Still others fill niches you can't exactly see. They find needy places in the human heart and provide green, optimistic vistas. Such is the case with the backyard garden that Paul Lane created for his wife, Barbara, when she was ill.
Mrs. Lane, of Milan, tells the story of her garden best, so here is the letter she sent to The Dispatch and The Rock Island Argus for inclusion in the "My Garden" series:
I would like to offer my husband's garden as a great garden to feature. In November 2001, we moved into our house in Milan. It had no trees and no flowers on the property. In the backyard, a deck opened onto a swimming pool. The backyard was ugly and hot, with lots of concrete and rock around the pool. Two metal sheds sat atop concrete. My husband, who loves flowers and trees, wanted to get rid of the pool. ...
The next summer I was only in the pool about 3 or 4 times because I was so tired every evening when I came home from work that I just wanted to lie down. In November 2002, we discovered why I was feeling so badly. I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
After surgery, my oncologist told me that the cancer was very aggressive. Even with chemotherapy and radiation, my chances of living 10 more years were only 25 percent.
That spring my husband took down the pool and began planting. It was therapy for him and something he could do to be close to me for the days/weeks I was too weak to move from my bed. He put a chair next to the patio doors, and I would sit and watch him plant beautiful flowers and trees. He said for every tree he planted, I would get another year of life. Our property now has 34 trees! (The kids tease me that they are going to come over and cut down some trees because they have me up to 88 years of life.)
The yard is a work in progress. Each year he extends the flower beds, adding more flowers and trees. This year he broke up the concrete from one of the sheds and planted a vegetable garden. ...
Not only is this a beautiful garden, but it is a garden made with love. It is my husband's gift to me to encourage me to keep on living. So far, I'm 5-1/2 years cancer-free.
Thank you,
Barbara Lane
Giving trees: Garden spurs Milan woman to wellness
Some gardens work like horses, transforming our rich, black soil into food for hungry folks. Others are elegant showpieces, populated with nodding blooms atop sensuous stems.
Still others fill niches you can't exactly see. They find needy places in the human heart and provide green, optimistic vistas. Such is the case with the backyard garden that Paul Lane created for his wife, Barbara, when she was ill.
Mrs. Lane, of Milan, tells the story of her garden best, so here is the letter she sent to The Dispatch and The Rock Island Argus for inclusion in the "My Garden" series:
I would like to offer my husband's garden as a great garden to feature. In November 2001, we moved into our house in Milan. It had no trees and no flowers on the property. In the backyard, a deck opened onto a swimming pool. The backyard was ugly and hot, with lots of concrete and rock around the pool. Two metal sheds sat atop concrete. My husband, who loves flowers and trees, wanted to get rid of the pool. ...
The next summer I was only in the pool about 3 or 4 times because I was so tired every evening when I came home from work that I just wanted to lie down. In November 2002, we discovered why I was feeling so badly. I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
After surgery, my oncologist told me that the cancer was very aggressive. Even with chemotherapy and radiation, my chances of living 10 more years were only 25 percent.
That spring my husband took down the pool and began planting. It was therapy for him and something he could do to be close to me for the days/weeks I was too weak to move from my bed. He put a chair next to the patio doors, and I would sit and watch him plant beautiful flowers and trees. He said for every tree he planted, I would get another year of life. Our property now has 34 trees! (The kids tease me that they are going to come over and cut down some trees because they have me up to 88 years of life.)
The yard is a work in progress. Each year he extends the flower beds, adding more flowers and trees. This year he broke up the concrete from one of the sheds and planted a vegetable garden. ...
Not only is this a beautiful garden, but it is a garden made with love. It is my husband's gift to me to encourage me to keep on living. So far, I'm 5-1/2 years cancer-free.
Thank you,
Barbara Lane
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