I dub this year “the year of maintaining commitments”. Seems so simple, right? But its not. Almost like Yes Man, when I say “yes” to everything, I plan to stick to it. Unless I’m really sick or something—that seems fair. Anyway, this is my year to prove to myself. First things first, no more nickle and diming anyone who does not nickle and dime me back.
I’m moving forward. Too far forward. I got things to do and places to be, so I can only afford to nickle and dime so many. Here it is 2013. Let’s see if I can maintain me.
Oh, Baby Doves.
22 girls accepted our bids today. They are the most perfect little darlings I have ever met. They blended right in our chapter and it felt like they have been there forever! Our VPMNE took us to John’s Incredible Pizza Co., which is just like a big ol’ Chuck E. Cheese for an older crowd. I loved it!
I came in last fall and this bid day compared to mine was complete night and day. Our chapter is strong. Our sisterhood is the strongest on campus. Its about to get even better.
One heart, one way. For life.
Dear anyone who reads this:
I am part of a sorority called “Sigma Kappa”. Before you jump to conclusions, that we might be crazy or anything stereotypical, well, we’re not. We are just awesome. But I am not here to praise the organization I love so much, but to ask for YOUR HELP.
Each year we have a “memory walk” to raise funds to fight alzheimer’s, a disease that plagues our elderly. I lost my own grandfather to this disease. At first he just started forgetting things, like what time it was or where he left his keys. Next, he got lost in my house when he came back from the bathroom—his wife had to go get him to show him the way back. At the end of his life, he was just a vegetable. He laid in bed and couldn’t do anything for himself. His eyes were blank, he smelled sickly, he was helpless. For one second though, he remembered us—like a little candle in his eyes—but just as quickly as the light appeared, it blew out. My grandfather died in my eyes that day.
When his physical body passed away a few months later, I had already mourned. I was happy that he finally able to go back to his old self in the afterlife. My grandfather, Carry Fenald was 64 when he died.
Please help find a cure for people like my grandfather. He was a strong worker who had an almond orchard and loved farm life. He came from Spain after the last Spanish Civil war and was adopted by his new father Rocky Fenald. My grandfather has a bill in Congress that people voted upon so that he can immigrate to America. He was an awesome man who loved planes and hard work. I loved him very much.
Here is the link if you want to donate any funds for this cause: Memory Walk
Anastasia Helena Fenald
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA SISTERS!!
In summer of 2011 one of our sisters, Jasmine, from the CSULB chapter, and a friend to many on tumblr organized a So-Cal Disney Day, where as many sisters from as many chapters as possible gathered at the Disney parks for a day of magic and sisterhood. We ordered matching tanks, took pictures, played some sisterhood games, and even ended up in The Triangle. I love my sisters, and I want to do it again!
Let’s do one this December, let’s do sweatshirts, and let’s start planning. Who’s in??
I’m in! I want to meet my sisters from other chapters! :] HI! I’m from Theta Epsilon at UCR!!
You know what?
My sisters are beautiful and amazing. I don’t need some stupid fucking website to rank us. I’m sorry I let it get to me even for a little bit!
Sisters, get those prayers goin again!
Just found out a couple of days ago that one of our alums AND one of our active girls both need open heart surgery.
I love my sisters and wish they weren’t having to go through all of this :( I also wish I were more present in my chapter (stupid early alum status) and had known about it WAY sooner. I feel like a bad sister, but at least I’m praying with all my heart for them as well as for Victoria.
So again, please take some time to pray for Anna and Vanessa
Love From Theta Mu
I found a plum on my desk today
I found a plum on my desk today.
It must have slithered out of my bag.
Taking the first bite, I prayed for ripeness,
But was met with bitter firmness.
I made a sour face, but I kept biting into the dry flesh.
On accident I bit the seed, but I just spat out the unborn.
An idea reached my mind as I swallowed the puckering fruit
What if life was like the plum I was chewing?
Life is best experienced when it is matured, but more often than naught,
People rush in before it has seasoned.
But in all reality, it was just a plum.