:)))

So, you know you are in starbucks way too much when the people know you by name, me and my best guy friend, tanner spent all day there study fro chemistry, which is the spon of satan himself. i found out that i am a lot better at homework with in the four walls of starbucks, also when i am trying to do well on an exam, lets just say a 12 page study guide does not lie. Anywho, that was sort of an uneventful day yesterday and then that night i saw one of my good friends needed a hand with some stuff for fundraising and i decided to bake a few things...well i got caried away, (what do u expect im Armenian?) and i made a bunch of food and painted a sign for him just to help out. IT is soo funny how good a simple good deed makes you feel. As i was sitting in starbucks after i droppped that stuff off i was thinking..."What if i did this more often? Would i get this cool fuzzy good job kimberly feeling?" So, there i sat drinking my Iced Americano with 2 add shots, which is a 7 shot drink thinking about this, avoiding my periodic table and that gut feeling in my stomach that was telling me to start my at final that is due wednesday. I then got a phone call from my mom that was the usual "where are you!? when do i get you?! but it was followed with an i talked to kristy's mom....(right about now im thinking omg omg omg maybe she is going to be able to go to india...maybe i will be able to go...) Well my mom proceeded to tell me that my Dad approved! which is a huge thing. And, not only that but Kristy would be able to accompany me on this mission for His glory! :) i do not think i have gotten that excited in my life, not like the 7 shots had kicked in or anything, but i was exstatic!

I still am.

Fast forward an hour and about 2 vente iced teas later,

Memorial Day.

I love having that pride in your nation...the tingle you get when u hear the national anthem before an event that gets your heart racing and you feel an instant pumping in your blood like you can climb any mountain with an American flag strapped to your back! I sat there, in starbucks listening to Toby Keith with my red bandana and USA shirt on thinking, I AM BLESSED. So, therefore my heart was like..."Kimberly do something about it" so i decided to proceed in this process by thanking my Menzhireeg(Grandpa in Armenian) for surving in the force. I also felt it was important that remembered My Uncle Armen who also served...<3 r.i.p..He was not the big tough one that drug his buddie out of the front line but he was a man of a huge heart. He made all the invations for all the military balls and events that were hand written. He helped with making the logos, designs and major artistic features of it all and he never failed to go above and beyond the call of duty. His heart for others was huge and i miss him so much. So much, some times i even regret not spending as much time with him as i should have. He would sit with me and Kristina after dinner thnd tell us we could get a piece of candy out of his drawer if we didn't tell mom. We would then proceed to climb up on his super tall bed or i prefered his lap and listen to a story. Sometimes it was Tom Sawyer, sometimes it was a Nancy Drew book, but the best ones were not even in books. He would make up stories or just tell us about his life in Meadville. He would always tell me and Kristina, "Tsakoog (angel), write down everything. All you think, see, love, and are inspired by." He was a wise man. A creative man. A military man. A man that had a heart bigger than one would ever know. He had unlimited knowledge, he would always use HUGE words like "gargantuan"..which ironically, means huge... and encouraged a good reading of the dictionary or a drawing of the family tree (Which is more like a family forrest when you are Armenian because there are so many people) or a drawing of anything, he inspired and INSPIRES me now.

I love you great uncle armen. More than you would ever know, you taught me the love of learning and that there is no limits to my mind and what i can do with it. You taught me that the most important thing is family, and that they will never leave you. Well, now you are gone and i know that this wisdom will always be with me and i will soon see you again.

Love your Tsakoog.

Giving my mom the flag the US Military gave us in his honor. <3