Hmmm....didn't 2007 just get started? I can't believe it's time to hang it up. Say "Adios!" Usher out the old and ring in the new.
Now, along with "Auld Lang Syne," Champagne (Sparkling Cider?), and counting down the seconds, there will be plenty of New Year's resolutions being made.
At my advancing age I view New Year's Resolutions as a teenager might view Sesame Street. It was fun once but I'm so beyond all that now! Sounds like a lot of "Bah Humbug," I know. That my friends, comes from far too many New Years' and an even greater number of resolutions. Resolutions that were "ushered out" far earlier than the year in which they were made.
Change rarely comes easily. I think the transition from one year to the next is enough change at one time. Why add to the stress? Besides, I need to make major changes. Maybe 2008 will be the year I resolve to realistically look at the changes I need to make and then begin taking the steps necessary; baby steps to be sure...but steps nonetheless. How incredible it would be to wake up Wednesday morning and automatically prepare a healthy breakfast and have everyone eat it, take my vitamins, clean up the kitchen and continue the day in an organized, neat, healthy, and efficient manner.Then have it continue day after day, week after week...and always.
Seriously, I'm really trying to imagine this - carrying it to the classroom for our homeschool days, to the grocery store, to dinner preparation, doing laundry, cleaning house, exercising, etc... I really can't see it! That must be where the baby steps come in.
So, ok, does this mean I now have a New Year's Resolution? So instead of giving up on resolutions I guess I'm just being less ambitious. More realistic. I don't know if that would be maturity, cowardice or assumed defeat.
Gimmicks - we don't need more gimmicks. Just resolve to take care of whatever needs taking care of. Do it today. Do it Monday. Choose any random day you'd like. Don't give the power to January 1st - the power is in you, the power is in me. Ditch the calendar - make the changes that will make you happier, healthier, whatever it is you need to do. Take a step, then a second. Twirl around and celebrate. Baby steps - first one, then another. No matter the day; let's just (resolve to) get it done.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas...
Merriest Christmas, Friends!
It has been a wonderful Christmas. Yes, everyone's been on good behavior and getting along. Food and gifts plentiful. Church, heartwarming. Sleep - a little on the light side. Now that the packages are open and the morning winding down I'm beginning to drag.
Before long I'll head to the kitchen to begin tonight's dinner, starring "Beef Rib Roast," and accompanied by baked potatoes, side dishes left over from last night, baked ziti and such. We're anticipating a laid-back, quiet day spent with family
I hope your Christmas is joyous, happy, and filled with love.
It has been a wonderful Christmas. Yes, everyone's been on good behavior and getting along. Food and gifts plentiful. Church, heartwarming. Sleep - a little on the light side. Now that the packages are open and the morning winding down I'm beginning to drag.
Before long I'll head to the kitchen to begin tonight's dinner, starring "Beef Rib Roast," and accompanied by baked potatoes, side dishes left over from last night, baked ziti and such. We're anticipating a laid-back, quiet day spent with family
I hope your Christmas is joyous, happy, and filled with love.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
God's Canvas
Our Pastor, Cliff Marshall, told us this morning of a spectacular sunrise he saw two Sundays ago. He mentioned he's not one to get carried away with nature and such things although he can appreciate their beauty. My family and I can relate to that. There are many wondrous, beautiful natural sights and events that we find truly awesome but we're not "into" nature as such.
Ken and our sons were out late this afternoon and had the setting sun hitting them right in the eyes - you know that point where visors and squinting just don't help. I don't think they were admiring God's handiwork at that particular time. Then, on the way home they were surprised by an incredibly beautiful full moon low in the sky. I know it was incredibly beautiful because my husband shared the moment with me by calling me at home and describing the sight. I believe it would have been impossible not to be awed. I was awed by the fact that God creates such beauty for us to behold. I was moved by the fact that my husband not only appreciated it but chose to share the moment with me even though I wasn't with him at the time.
Let me tell you, it was absolutely wonderful to "see" that beautiful full moon this evening.
Ken and our sons were out late this afternoon and had the setting sun hitting them right in the eyes - you know that point where visors and squinting just don't help. I don't think they were admiring God's handiwork at that particular time. Then, on the way home they were surprised by an incredibly beautiful full moon low in the sky. I know it was incredibly beautiful because my husband shared the moment with me by calling me at home and describing the sight. I believe it would have been impossible not to be awed. I was awed by the fact that God creates such beauty for us to behold. I was moved by the fact that my husband not only appreciated it but chose to share the moment with me even though I wasn't with him at the time.
Let me tell you, it was absolutely wonderful to "see" that beautiful full moon this evening.
Happy, Happy, Happy!
As you can tell from the title I'm a happy blogger today. In answer to the burning question...Yes! Our bed is GREAT! You have no idea how relieved I am. Particularly considering I didn't sleep well at all Friday night - but I really didn't believe it was due to the bed. I was always comfortable - just not sleeping much. Last night, however, was MUCH better AND I was comfortable. Yes, happy, happy, happy.
I'm also happy because tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I only have a few presents left to wrap. Abbey and I are going to make cookies later this afternoon/this evening (we were sidetracked by a 24-hr bug)and our dinner tomorrow evening is low-key and low-stress as far as preparation goes. Now, if everyone is on their good behavior we should have a lovely evening; the culmination being a candlelight Christmas church service. There's nothing like having all of my kids (and grandson) home at the same time. Amazing that what I once took for granted is now such a special event.
Christmas morning will be filled with the excitement which can only be generated by children. All around them the air is full of excitement. They count down, they break into laughter for no apparent reason. They twirl 'round in circles and dance about. This behavior will increase considerably between now and Tuesday morning.
I hope you're enjoying the excitement of this holiday! Merry Christmas!
I'm also happy because tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I only have a few presents left to wrap. Abbey and I are going to make cookies later this afternoon/this evening (we were sidetracked by a 24-hr bug)and our dinner tomorrow evening is low-key and low-stress as far as preparation goes. Now, if everyone is on their good behavior we should have a lovely evening; the culmination being a candlelight Christmas church service. There's nothing like having all of my kids (and grandson) home at the same time. Amazing that what I once took for granted is now such a special event.
Christmas morning will be filled with the excitement which can only be generated by children. All around them the air is full of excitement. They count down, they break into laughter for no apparent reason. They twirl 'round in circles and dance about. This behavior will increase considerably between now and Tuesday morning.
I hope you're enjoying the excitement of this holiday! Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
LOST December Blog Entry (Previously Unpublished)
Hmmm..."Dinner Diaries." The more I think about it the more I think the title for this post should be "Dinner Disasters," "Dinner Tragedies," or something similar.
Recently, my family has been so kind as to remind me of dinners I have botched. I guess they thought I might forget. Me, I was kind, too. I was afraid they might run out of material so I botched another one. Tonight, actually. So, why am I sharing that (embarrassing) info here? Well, my 9-yr old son pretty much dared me to.
One example occurred a few weeks ago when I was making blueberry pancakes and bacon for dinner. This is one of my husband's favorite meals. I had just read something about baking bacon. I decided to give it a try. Well, the bacon was taking much longer to bake than what the instructions indicated. My group prefers "wimpy" bacon as opposed to crispy. Not me - I like mine brown and crispy. When I took the pan out of the oven I really didn't feel the bacon was cooked well enough. That's when I had the brilliant idea to put the whole plate in the microwave to finish up. Finish off is more like it! The bacon was horrible! Are you familiar with fatback? That's what it was like. Microwaving bacon AFTER baking it has been a big joke around here ever since.
Tonight I was making another of my husband's favorites, Mozzarella Chicken. Basically browned chicken covered in sauce/gravy, topped with mozzarella cheese and baked. Tonight I had more chicken than would fit in one pan so I opted to use my electric skillet. I got the chicken browned and then decided to go ahead and finish cooking it in the skillet. Set the temperature, cover the pan, and come back 30 minutes later.
30-minutes later...
I took off the lid and started getting the chicken out to put on the platter for dinner. When I slid the spatula under the first piece and lifted - I was picking up more (and less) than I bargained for. It seems my sauce had browned, hardened and wanted to come up from the pan like a skin. I also couldn't recognize any mozzarella - it was part of the browned goop. Uh-oh...this is NOT good. So, separating chicken from "sauce," I got the chicken plated. Quickly I made a pot of instant gravy so I'd have something to put over the rice. In the meantime I overcooked my carrots and was glad I had made some Stove Top stuffing for Christopher - at this rate it seemed plausible that the stuffing just may become the main dish! At least the lingonberries and applesauce were good! All this and they still trust me with Christmas Eve dinner! At least that one won't be as easy to mess up.
So now I'm trying to find a witty way to wrap this up but my sense of humor is still stuck in the bottom of the electric skillet! Tomorrow is another day and if all goes as planned, it will be cookie baking day! Abbey and I are scheduled to begin baking right after church. I don't really know when my presents will get wrapped but somehow they will.
I figure my brother is the only one who'll actually read this before Christmas since he's the only one I know who's finished up with all his holiday tasks. So, take care, enjoy the season as much as possible and don't sweat the small stuff. Don't lose sight of the big picture, and don't burn the chicken!'
Christmas blessings...
Recently, my family has been so kind as to remind me of dinners I have botched. I guess they thought I might forget. Me, I was kind, too. I was afraid they might run out of material so I botched another one. Tonight, actually. So, why am I sharing that (embarrassing) info here? Well, my 9-yr old son pretty much dared me to.
One example occurred a few weeks ago when I was making blueberry pancakes and bacon for dinner. This is one of my husband's favorite meals. I had just read something about baking bacon. I decided to give it a try. Well, the bacon was taking much longer to bake than what the instructions indicated. My group prefers "wimpy" bacon as opposed to crispy. Not me - I like mine brown and crispy. When I took the pan out of the oven I really didn't feel the bacon was cooked well enough. That's when I had the brilliant idea to put the whole plate in the microwave to finish up. Finish off is more like it! The bacon was horrible! Are you familiar with fatback? That's what it was like. Microwaving bacon AFTER baking it has been a big joke around here ever since.
Tonight I was making another of my husband's favorites, Mozzarella Chicken. Basically browned chicken covered in sauce/gravy, topped with mozzarella cheese and baked. Tonight I had more chicken than would fit in one pan so I opted to use my electric skillet. I got the chicken browned and then decided to go ahead and finish cooking it in the skillet. Set the temperature, cover the pan, and come back 30 minutes later.
30-minutes later...
I took off the lid and started getting the chicken out to put on the platter for dinner. When I slid the spatula under the first piece and lifted - I was picking up more (and less) than I bargained for. It seems my sauce had browned, hardened and wanted to come up from the pan like a skin. I also couldn't recognize any mozzarella - it was part of the browned goop. Uh-oh...this is NOT good. So, separating chicken from "sauce," I got the chicken plated. Quickly I made a pot of instant gravy so I'd have something to put over the rice. In the meantime I overcooked my carrots and was glad I had made some Stove Top stuffing for Christopher - at this rate it seemed plausible that the stuffing just may become the main dish! At least the lingonberries and applesauce were good! All this and they still trust me with Christmas Eve dinner! At least that one won't be as easy to mess up.
So now I'm trying to find a witty way to wrap this up but my sense of humor is still stuck in the bottom of the electric skillet! Tomorrow is another day and if all goes as planned, it will be cookie baking day! Abbey and I are scheduled to begin baking right after church. I don't really know when my presents will get wrapped but somehow they will.
I figure my brother is the only one who'll actually read this before Christmas since he's the only one I know who's finished up with all his holiday tasks. So, take care, enjoy the season as much as possible and don't sweat the small stuff. Don't lose sight of the big picture, and don't burn the chicken!'
Christmas blessings...
Friday, December 21, 2007
Sleep Well...
Yes, I really, really, really hope Kenneth and I sleep well tonight! Overtired? No, not really. Have a big day planned tomorrow? No - just a couple of last minute presents to buy, complete the menu for Monday night and buy necessary groceries, wrap presents, bake cookies with Abbey, do laundry, and clean house.
No, the reason I'm hoping and praying for a good night's sleep is because our new bed arrived today. We weren't expecting it until after the first of the year but the delivery company had a 1-hour time slot open and we grabbed it.
We bought our first bed 10-years ago when we went from the queen-size bed we had to a new king-size bed and mattress/box-spring set. We had a hard time finding something acceptable to both of us. We finally did but it was a frustrating chore.
This time around, though, we ordered a bed from Costco, choosing from 4 sample squares representing 4 bed styles, probably 8"x8" or so. Just enough to push down on with the palms of your hands. From those 4 we found one that felt ok and was in the price range we expected. We considered a "Sleep Number" bed so we would both have the "perfect" sleep surface but I didn't want to gamble on such a large purchase and opted for a traditional name-brand mattress instead. My reasoning was simple - how many times in our lives are we really involved in choosing our bed? I never shopped for a mattress until 10-years ago. I believe the same is true for Hubby. As a teen I got a waterbed but that's not quite the same thing. A waterbed is adjusted by adding or removing the amount of water as well as keeping the heat adjusted. Anyway, it just seemed that whatever bed I had was fine. Why go through all the hassle of shopping? So, now it's time to find out if the gamble we did take will pay off or not. Plus it's nice to get an early Christmas present!
So, I'm off to shower, grab my book and (hopefully) relax in the presumed comfort of my brand-new bed.
Sleep tight!
No, the reason I'm hoping and praying for a good night's sleep is because our new bed arrived today. We weren't expecting it until after the first of the year but the delivery company had a 1-hour time slot open and we grabbed it.
We bought our first bed 10-years ago when we went from the queen-size bed we had to a new king-size bed and mattress/box-spring set. We had a hard time finding something acceptable to both of us. We finally did but it was a frustrating chore.
This time around, though, we ordered a bed from Costco, choosing from 4 sample squares representing 4 bed styles, probably 8"x8" or so. Just enough to push down on with the palms of your hands. From those 4 we found one that felt ok and was in the price range we expected. We considered a "Sleep Number" bed so we would both have the "perfect" sleep surface but I didn't want to gamble on such a large purchase and opted for a traditional name-brand mattress instead. My reasoning was simple - how many times in our lives are we really involved in choosing our bed? I never shopped for a mattress until 10-years ago. I believe the same is true for Hubby. As a teen I got a waterbed but that's not quite the same thing. A waterbed is adjusted by adding or removing the amount of water as well as keeping the heat adjusted. Anyway, it just seemed that whatever bed I had was fine. Why go through all the hassle of shopping? So, now it's time to find out if the gamble we did take will pay off or not. Plus it's nice to get an early Christmas present!
So, I'm off to shower, grab my book and (hopefully) relax in the presumed comfort of my brand-new bed.
Sleep tight!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Christmas Stirrings...
Aah...it's been a few days since I've posted anything, fa la la la la, la la la la! I wonder how many people would say - "sure wish I was busier," or "you know this Christmas season just leaves me with far too much time on my hands." That's just not going to happen. BUT...just in case, if you can say that, then well done, friend!
Our family adds to the holiday rush by having major announcements (grandchild #2 on the way!), birthdays (nephew and husband), and anniversaries (brother/sister in-law, ours) added to the mix. That's ok, though, it's all good.
I finally finished my Christmas cards and got them in the mail. To me, writing out the annual cards is a bittersweet task. Something which causes "stirrings of the soul." I think of these as "Christmas stirrings." Some thoughts that came to mind this week...
Our family adds to the holiday rush by having major announcements (grandchild #2 on the way!), birthdays (nephew and husband), and anniversaries (brother/sister in-law, ours) added to the mix. That's ok, though, it's all good.
I finally finished my Christmas cards and got them in the mail. To me, writing out the annual cards is a bittersweet task. Something which causes "stirrings of the soul." I think of these as "Christmas stirrings." Some thoughts that came to mind this week...
- It's wonderful sending greetings to those near and dear. A reminder of good times, good relationships, perhaps neglected due to our perpetually overscheduled lives. And of course, there's the inevitable "we need to get together for lunch..." line that you find you can't even bring yourself to write...yet again.
- A curiosity sending to unmet friends, relatives (by marriage), former co-workers, neighbors. Also a bit of a sadness. To be so separated; by time, distance, oceans, and unawareness; oblivion. I have the same thing with my extended family. While not exactly unmet, I've certainly never been a part of their daily lives.
- I send these greetings and wonder at the missed relationships. More than wonder, actually. As the years go by I find more and more that I'm resentful of what I've missed with regard to extended family. I find I rely on memories from years gone by to tether a feeling of family. I, at least, have some connection with these branches of my family tree. I feel even worse for my children, grandson, nieces, nephews, etc., for what they will miss.
- Mostly, I hope the recipients know that they are in our hearts and our thoughts - we are remembering, wondering (how you've been) and wanting to bridge the gaps of time, distance, oceans, and unawareness.
- Finally, we want to share the miraculous joy of Christmas with you and sincerely wish each other "only the best" in the coming year. Raise our glasses, share a toast, and embrace all that the threads of life connect us to.
Maybe one of these days our Christmas cards can be a stepping stone to re-establishing relationships and instead of writing "we should..." we could write "it was great..."
"Merry Christmas," and, "Only the Best" in the coming year.
Note to KW: "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!"
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Update on New Toy - GPS
Recently I wrote a post on new toys. I had just received my GPS as an early Christmas present. Well, here's an update.
Tuesday morning we took off for Columbia for an overnight visit. Ken was working and the kids and I were on our own. Before leaving home I entered the addresses of the hotel where we were staying, Sam's Club, and the store where Ken was working.
We dropped Ken off and headed out to Sam's using Greta to guide us. I was a touch nervous when she immediately directed us to go right out of the parking lot when I was sure I needed to go left. But...I did something unusual...I followed directions. You know - it worked! And before I knew it we were pulling in to the parking lot of Sam's in a city I am unfamiliar with.
While in Sam's I remembered there were two movies I was supposed to buy from Circuit City or Best Buy. On my way out I asked the door gentleman where I could find one of those two. He said to go to the intersection of "A" and "B" (I don't remember the street names) and it would be ahead on the left. I programmed Greta with the cross streets and away we went. We were only 4 minutes away, another 15 and I had my movies in hand and was planning our next stop! The "points of interest" listing had Sears and directed us right to the mall. Next stop was Taco Bell for lunch (we saw it and stopped). Office Max was next and it was found using the POI setting. Unfortunately, all of the Office Max stores in Columbia have gone out of business. We were in Target's parking lot now so that was ok, too. Well, it was getting late by this time so I called up the hotel address from my list of "favorites" and away we went. We relaxed in the lobby until time to go get Kenneth and with a few taps on the screen we were on the road and at our destination 12 minutes later.
So, as you can see, I continued to have fun with my toy. More importantly, though, was the sense of freedom and security. I've never been comfortable traveling out of the area. Probably because I have a poor sense of direction. This trip was completely different. It didn't miss a side street, turn, hwy exit - nothing. It showed (and said) exit numbers as well as names, used the street number as well as name (Hwy 29/Wade Hampton Blvd) and showed which side of the road the on ramp would be on. Too cool!
Yep -- there's nothing quite like new toys and this has been better than most!
Happy Toys to You!
Tuesday morning we took off for Columbia for an overnight visit. Ken was working and the kids and I were on our own. Before leaving home I entered the addresses of the hotel where we were staying, Sam's Club, and the store where Ken was working.
We dropped Ken off and headed out to Sam's using Greta to guide us. I was a touch nervous when she immediately directed us to go right out of the parking lot when I was sure I needed to go left. But...I did something unusual...I followed directions. You know - it worked! And before I knew it we were pulling in to the parking lot of Sam's in a city I am unfamiliar with.
While in Sam's I remembered there were two movies I was supposed to buy from Circuit City or Best Buy. On my way out I asked the door gentleman where I could find one of those two. He said to go to the intersection of "A" and "B" (I don't remember the street names) and it would be ahead on the left. I programmed Greta with the cross streets and away we went. We were only 4 minutes away, another 15 and I had my movies in hand and was planning our next stop! The "points of interest" listing had Sears and directed us right to the mall. Next stop was Taco Bell for lunch (we saw it and stopped). Office Max was next and it was found using the POI setting. Unfortunately, all of the Office Max stores in Columbia have gone out of business. We were in Target's parking lot now so that was ok, too. Well, it was getting late by this time so I called up the hotel address from my list of "favorites" and away we went. We relaxed in the lobby until time to go get Kenneth and with a few taps on the screen we were on the road and at our destination 12 minutes later.
So, as you can see, I continued to have fun with my toy. More importantly, though, was the sense of freedom and security. I've never been comfortable traveling out of the area. Probably because I have a poor sense of direction. This trip was completely different. It didn't miss a side street, turn, hwy exit - nothing. It showed (and said) exit numbers as well as names, used the street number as well as name (Hwy 29/Wade Hampton Blvd) and showed which side of the road the on ramp would be on. Too cool!
Yep -- there's nothing quite like new toys and this has been better than most!
Happy Toys to You!
Happy News!
Seriously... www.happynews.com The place to go when you can't stand the "normal" news (I use that term VERY loosely).
Also a much nicer topic than the previous one. There are so many things in this life that I can't control and it makes me crazy sometimes. I have certain expectations of how life should be and when it doesn't turn out the way I think it ought to...well, let's just say that I should change my browser's home page to www.happynews.com .
Happy News that comes to mind now (and not found on the Happy News website) would be
Also a much nicer topic than the previous one. There are so many things in this life that I can't control and it makes me crazy sometimes. I have certain expectations of how life should be and when it doesn't turn out the way I think it ought to...well, let's just say that I should change my browser's home page to www.happynews.com .
Happy News that comes to mind now (and not found on the Happy News website) would be
- I'm not much of a beef person but I made a wonderful prime rib for my husband on our anniversary. He loved it!
- Last Sunday, right before church, for the first time ever, my husband commented that I looked good. Maybe he got tired of me asking!?!
- My son comes home from college tomorrow for Christmas break. He's just finished his 1st semester, exams and all!
- Christmas is everywhere!
- Abbey drew a chalk nativity scene on my driveway.
- All 5 of our kids will be here for Christmas
I sure hope you have a long list of your own happy news!
Gettin' through "hump day" and looking forward to the weekend...
Plays Well With Others - But Not Tooday...
I have had a wonderful couple of days! My anniversary was terrific and the following day the kids and I went to Columbia, SC with Ken. He had an extended job there that was keeping him overnight so we tagged along, did some shopping, enjoyed eating out, and had the fun of a mini-vacation but with less packing and laundry!
Back home a short while and my mood began to plummet. Quite frankly, my attitude right now isn't pretty. If you're looking for "Don't Worry...Be Happy" or "Feelin' Groovy...' or anything similar - keep looking because you won't find it here. (Those are old song titles for any youngsters that might be here.)
From this point on this post is either (another) soapbox speech, whine session or angry diatribe. Continue reading at your own risk. You've been warned.
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A neighbor came to my door earlier this afternoon complaining about my cats. Seems she doesn't care for their visits to her house. They mostly visit her next-door neighbor but will venture over there occasionally. She blames my cats for her dog getting out of his fence. He's a large bulldog that terrorizes the neighborhood kids. Particularly when he gets out of his yard. Let's just say my cats are now quite familiar with the trees in the triangle of homes. I'm at a loss as to how one keeps an outdoor cat in his own yard. We're going to try and bring them back in and see how it goes but outdoor cats usually prefer to stay that way. I want to be a good neighbor so I'm hoping I can find a solution for this.
Next... Yes, there is a next. The neighbor's visit was irritating but now I'm just angry.
Through our church, homeschool groups and local media we know there are many needs out there. Many families who can't provide Christmas for their kids. Many children who only ask for a pair of adequate shoes and socks. Add to that the fact that my husband works for Goodwill Industries. Their purpose is to train people for work. Handicapped people, unskilled people, people who just need a hand to get started so they can be self-supporting. You would not believe what these people will go through in order to get a job. What they overcome. We have been a part of the Goodwill family for 11 years now and have seen first-hand the wonderful results.
Then I find some young adults who are intelligent, healthy, vibrant and capable - but refuse to work. For whatever reason they are very comfortable on public assistance. They feel some sort of entitlement, I guess. Medicaid, food stamps - no problem. They run to hospital ER's like most people go to the drug store. The women receive prenatal care and testing far better than what my private insurance covered. Medications and Dr. ofc visits for $5 or less. They live in nice apartments, have cars, cable tv, cell phones, laptop computers, Tivo, tatoos, etc. They'll scorn public transportation or the thought of working in fast-food. They live with their partners instead of marrying in order to stay on public assistance.
How dare they? How dare they! As of January 1st our health insurance premiums go up over 50% for family coverage. Any raise received is immediately wiped out and the employee's pay goes backwards. Each year the take home pay decreases while medical premiums, co-pays, deductibles and taxes all go up. Yet millions of people get up, go to work - even when they don't feel like it, maybe put their kids in childcare (at astronomical costs), bring home that paycheck and pay their own bills. Simply because that's what they're supposed to do. That's what's right. A person takes pride in taking care of his own. When things get rough you cut back where you can, you take on 2nd jobs or part-time jobs. You skip costly entertainment and come up with ideas for free or inexpensive ways of spending time with your family.
Yes, I'm angry. In the logical sense, I know this goes on all the time. But when it hits me square in the face - it hurts and angers me tremendously.
I probably have no right judging what others do with their money but this isn't right. My mother was disabled from a stroke and heart problems. She didn't receive disability pay. She hated not being able to do her work as she always had. My 75-yr old father still goes to work each day. Many days he's out in the intense south Florida heat and humidity working as hard as any of his employees out there. I have a brother with recent health issues - he can no longer do what he's been doing for years. He still works, though. Does all he can. I'm not currently in the work force. I homeschool my two youngest kids. I'm also not on public assistance. I am studying to get certified to work in a hospital where I can work in the evenings while my husband is home with the kids. It's how we were raised. I'm not the worker my mother was and she would have told you she wasn't the worker her mother was, etc. Public assistance is a good thing - for those who NEED it. Not WANT, but NEED. Anyone abusing the system; where there is no need - now that's a disgrace and a slap in the face to every person who earns a wage and supports your lazy lifestyle. Get a job! Earn enough to pay for you and the kids you decide to have. You are not the responsibility of the taxpayers and all those who work hard and make their own way.
Back home a short while and my mood began to plummet. Quite frankly, my attitude right now isn't pretty. If you're looking for "Don't Worry...Be Happy" or "Feelin' Groovy...' or anything similar - keep looking because you won't find it here. (Those are old song titles for any youngsters that might be here.)
From this point on this post is either (another) soapbox speech, whine session or angry diatribe. Continue reading at your own risk. You've been warned.
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A neighbor came to my door earlier this afternoon complaining about my cats. Seems she doesn't care for their visits to her house. They mostly visit her next-door neighbor but will venture over there occasionally. She blames my cats for her dog getting out of his fence. He's a large bulldog that terrorizes the neighborhood kids. Particularly when he gets out of his yard. Let's just say my cats are now quite familiar with the trees in the triangle of homes. I'm at a loss as to how one keeps an outdoor cat in his own yard. We're going to try and bring them back in and see how it goes but outdoor cats usually prefer to stay that way. I want to be a good neighbor so I'm hoping I can find a solution for this.
Next... Yes, there is a next. The neighbor's visit was irritating but now I'm just angry.
Through our church, homeschool groups and local media we know there are many needs out there. Many families who can't provide Christmas for their kids. Many children who only ask for a pair of adequate shoes and socks. Add to that the fact that my husband works for Goodwill Industries. Their purpose is to train people for work. Handicapped people, unskilled people, people who just need a hand to get started so they can be self-supporting. You would not believe what these people will go through in order to get a job. What they overcome. We have been a part of the Goodwill family for 11 years now and have seen first-hand the wonderful results.
Then I find some young adults who are intelligent, healthy, vibrant and capable - but refuse to work. For whatever reason they are very comfortable on public assistance. They feel some sort of entitlement, I guess. Medicaid, food stamps - no problem. They run to hospital ER's like most people go to the drug store. The women receive prenatal care and testing far better than what my private insurance covered. Medications and Dr. ofc visits for $5 or less. They live in nice apartments, have cars, cable tv, cell phones, laptop computers, Tivo, tatoos, etc. They'll scorn public transportation or the thought of working in fast-food. They live with their partners instead of marrying in order to stay on public assistance.
How dare they? How dare they! As of January 1st our health insurance premiums go up over 50% for family coverage. Any raise received is immediately wiped out and the employee's pay goes backwards. Each year the take home pay decreases while medical premiums, co-pays, deductibles and taxes all go up. Yet millions of people get up, go to work - even when they don't feel like it, maybe put their kids in childcare (at astronomical costs), bring home that paycheck and pay their own bills. Simply because that's what they're supposed to do. That's what's right. A person takes pride in taking care of his own. When things get rough you cut back where you can, you take on 2nd jobs or part-time jobs. You skip costly entertainment and come up with ideas for free or inexpensive ways of spending time with your family.
Yes, I'm angry. In the logical sense, I know this goes on all the time. But when it hits me square in the face - it hurts and angers me tremendously.
I probably have no right judging what others do with their money but this isn't right. My mother was disabled from a stroke and heart problems. She didn't receive disability pay. She hated not being able to do her work as she always had. My 75-yr old father still goes to work each day. Many days he's out in the intense south Florida heat and humidity working as hard as any of his employees out there. I have a brother with recent health issues - he can no longer do what he's been doing for years. He still works, though. Does all he can. I'm not currently in the work force. I homeschool my two youngest kids. I'm also not on public assistance. I am studying to get certified to work in a hospital where I can work in the evenings while my husband is home with the kids. It's how we were raised. I'm not the worker my mother was and she would have told you she wasn't the worker her mother was, etc. Public assistance is a good thing - for those who NEED it. Not WANT, but NEED. Anyone abusing the system; where there is no need - now that's a disgrace and a slap in the face to every person who earns a wage and supports your lazy lifestyle. Get a job! Earn enough to pay for you and the kids you decide to have. You are not the responsibility of the taxpayers and all those who work hard and make their own way.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Calendar Fun
Today is my wedding anniversary. It is the "big" "our day" of the year. It is not, however, the only "our day" of the year. The 10th day of every month is also "our day." Then there's the 5th of each month, our alternate anniversary. My husband proposed on the 5th, we bought our first car on the 5th, we moved on the 5th.
Then, everyone in our family has "their day." Our two oldest girls were each born on the 24th of their respective months. So, the 24th of each month is "their" day. Our oldest son was born on the 20th of his month. So, the 20th of each month is "his" day. A few years later when our youngest two came along they decided to make a slight adjustment. Kind of like leap year. Our son came along on the 21st and our daughter on the 25th. She's excited that Christmas falls on "her" day!
I'm the oddball in the family. My day is the 2nd. My husband's is the 19th, Darrell's the 20th, Christopher's the 21st, Elisa and Shan on the 24th and Abbey on the 25th.
Any time we have a special event or vacation coming up, the kids will make countdown calendars where they cross off the days each morning and keep a running count of how many days are left.
With computerized calendars I no longer have the job of filling in the calendar for the upcoming year. But Abbey - she still keeps a paper calendar and she absolutely loves filling in the birthdays of family members. Fortunately, she still needs my help and it's a project we do together.
In addition to our own personal calendars, we keep a calendar in the kitchen. this is the family calendar and one that has to be agreed on by everyone. We also don't buy it until after Christmas and/or the New Year when they're marked down 50%. Yes, we're cheap, too. This year is the only one we've been disappointed. We have one of those inspirational calendars. I'm all for inspiration but these were all extreme athletes and frankly, a little rough to face first thing each morning. Now in recent years we were greeted each morning with the likes of Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends, and Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka in the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Abbey, in order to cover all bets, has already chosen a High School Musical calendar for '08. She opted for it as a Christmas present just in case we couldn't find one after the holidays or if we didn't all agree to it. Personally I wouldn't mind choosing something "mom-like" but hey - the kids will be gone soon enough and then I'll just have to fight Ken for calendar rights. I can see it now... Grey's Wrinkled Anatomy vs Pirates of the Dead Caribbean!
Happy Anniversary to Us! Happy Holidays to You!
Then, everyone in our family has "their day." Our two oldest girls were each born on the 24th of their respective months. So, the 24th of each month is "their" day. Our oldest son was born on the 20th of his month. So, the 20th of each month is "his" day. A few years later when our youngest two came along they decided to make a slight adjustment. Kind of like leap year. Our son came along on the 21st and our daughter on the 25th. She's excited that Christmas falls on "her" day!
I'm the oddball in the family. My day is the 2nd. My husband's is the 19th, Darrell's the 20th, Christopher's the 21st, Elisa and Shan on the 24th and Abbey on the 25th.
Any time we have a special event or vacation coming up, the kids will make countdown calendars where they cross off the days each morning and keep a running count of how many days are left.
With computerized calendars I no longer have the job of filling in the calendar for the upcoming year. But Abbey - she still keeps a paper calendar and she absolutely loves filling in the birthdays of family members. Fortunately, she still needs my help and it's a project we do together.
In addition to our own personal calendars, we keep a calendar in the kitchen. this is the family calendar and one that has to be agreed on by everyone. We also don't buy it until after Christmas and/or the New Year when they're marked down 50%. Yes, we're cheap, too. This year is the only one we've been disappointed. We have one of those inspirational calendars. I'm all for inspiration but these were all extreme athletes and frankly, a little rough to face first thing each morning. Now in recent years we were greeted each morning with the likes of Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends, and Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka in the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Abbey, in order to cover all bets, has already chosen a High School Musical calendar for '08. She opted for it as a Christmas present just in case we couldn't find one after the holidays or if we didn't all agree to it. Personally I wouldn't mind choosing something "mom-like" but hey - the kids will be gone soon enough and then I'll just have to fight Ken for calendar rights. I can see it now... Grey's Wrinkled Anatomy vs Pirates of the Dead Caribbean!
Happy Anniversary to Us! Happy Holidays to You!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Our Intro to Election 2008
As you can see by the photos on the right, our family went out this morning to hear former Arkansas Governor and 2008 Presidential Candidate Mike Huckabee speak to a group of supporters gathered for a "Meet and Greet" appearance. How's that for a long sentence?!?
We've never been involved in a campaign before, and while we're not really "involved" in Mike Huckabee's, this is the first time we've followed one this closely. As a homeschooling mom I enjoy and appreciate this opportunity to teach my kids about the election process while giving them a more up-close and personal view than they might otherwise have. Our recent trip to DC was a great segue to this season of political campaigns.
I won't assume to tell others who they should vote for. I also haven't found a candidate I can agree with 100% on everything. What I would ask of each and every one who may read this is that you look at the issues and the candidates and make informed choices. Exercise your right (and responsibility, imho) to vote. Recent history has shown that every vote truly does count. While our country is not perfect - I believe it's the best thing going and there's no room for apathy.
Ok, soapbox mode off...
Cute kids, huh?
We've never been involved in a campaign before, and while we're not really "involved" in Mike Huckabee's, this is the first time we've followed one this closely. As a homeschooling mom I enjoy and appreciate this opportunity to teach my kids about the election process while giving them a more up-close and personal view than they might otherwise have. Our recent trip to DC was a great segue to this season of political campaigns.
I won't assume to tell others who they should vote for. I also haven't found a candidate I can agree with 100% on everything. What I would ask of each and every one who may read this is that you look at the issues and the candidates and make informed choices. Exercise your right (and responsibility, imho) to vote. Recent history has shown that every vote truly does count. While our country is not perfect - I believe it's the best thing going and there's no room for apathy.
Ok, soapbox mode off...
Cute kids, huh?
Friday, December 7, 2007
I Feel the Earth Move Under My Feet...
Yes, it's true. A western North Carolina earthquake was felt as far away as Greer, Taylors, Inman, Landrum and other areas of the upstate this morning.
From what the news reports we're likely to experience more. It seems there are a number of fault lines in the Upstate SC/Western NC area. And just when life starts to get boring... Tremors!
I've been looking at this page for awhile now and can't seem to come up with anything to rival an earthquake so instead I'll share my holiday thoughts on this late Friday, December 7th afternoon.
From what the news reports we're likely to experience more. It seems there are a number of fault lines in the Upstate SC/Western NC area. And just when life starts to get boring... Tremors!
I've been looking at this page for awhile now and can't seem to come up with anything to rival an earthquake so instead I'll share my holiday thoughts on this late Friday, December 7th afternoon.
- I love eggnog. Actually I love drinking eggnog in "fancy" wine glasses after toasting with Ken and the kids.
- I laugh at the mailings that come in telling me "there's still time!"and "last minute gifts!"
- I love when Ken chooses each of our favorite Christmas songs to play. "Mary Did You Know?" for Christopher, "Happy Birthday, Jesus" for Abbey, "Christmas Eve at Sarajevo" by Trans-Siberian Orchestra" for Kenneth, and "I'll Be Home For Christmas" for me. Except I have to tell them my favorite because they never remember.
- I love new ornaments for our tree. This year we're adding a ballet ornament, a baseball ornament and 4 M&M's ornaments; Blue, Green, Yellow and Red (Ken collects the M&M dispensers and we always enjoy going to M&M World when we're in Las Vegas)
That's a quick December afternoon synopsis. I'm very glad it's Friday. We should have a nice weekend. The traffic will remind us it's Christmas even if the weather doesn't (71 degrees both Saturday and Sunday).
I hope your weekend is wonderful!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
On the Other Hand...
I've mentioned in previous posts how people tend to express the anger and frustration they feel with THEMSELVES toward those closest to them. It was pointed out to me by someone I greatly respect that many people just don't express their anger. Period. It's all turned inward. That was something I hadn't give a lot of thought to, but obviously, she's right.
I'm not going to lie and say I understand this personality trait. I know it can run the spectrum from just keeping some feelings hidden to keeping practically everything hidden. It can be just anger issues but I suspect it's primarily any feeling that would leave the person feeling open and vulnerable. The first thing that comes to mind is "fear of rejection." In that sense I don't believe the two personality types are very different. In the folks who direct their feelings to those closest to them they know these people are "safe." These people are chosen because they won't reject the individual. So both types fear rejection. One just has a circle of trust built and established that the other either doesn't have or, most likely, won't have.
In order to have close relationships in this life we have to trust. We have to be able to open up to another. We also need to safely allow others to open up to us; provide their safe haven. Alone and lonely - that's not living. I firmly believe the saying that "Nothing worth having comes easy."
Love. Live.
The weekend's in sight! Enjoy!
I'm not going to lie and say I understand this personality trait. I know it can run the spectrum from just keeping some feelings hidden to keeping practically everything hidden. It can be just anger issues but I suspect it's primarily any feeling that would leave the person feeling open and vulnerable. The first thing that comes to mind is "fear of rejection." In that sense I don't believe the two personality types are very different. In the folks who direct their feelings to those closest to them they know these people are "safe." These people are chosen because they won't reject the individual. So both types fear rejection. One just has a circle of trust built and established that the other either doesn't have or, most likely, won't have.
In order to have close relationships in this life we have to trust. We have to be able to open up to another. We also need to safely allow others to open up to us; provide their safe haven. Alone and lonely - that's not living. I firmly believe the saying that "Nothing worth having comes easy."
Love. Live.
The weekend's in sight! Enjoy!
Mike Huckabee for President - Political Endorsement
Dear Friends,
You may already know that I support Mike Huckabee for President of the United States. Mike has my vote and I signed up at the new HucksArmy.com.
Signing up takes only a minute, but it makes a big statement. Please join me in supporting Mike Huckabee. He is the only candidate who will take this country up, not down; the only one with a proven track record as an innovative, optimistic, and authentic conservative.
I also participate in meetup.com on a local level (meetup.com, search for "Huckabee" and enter your zip code for your local info)
Declare Your Support for Mike Huckabee:
http://www.hucksarmy.com/enlist_today.php
http://www.meetup.com
We can make a difference!
You may already know that I support Mike Huckabee for President of the United States. Mike has my vote and I signed up at the new HucksArmy.com.
Signing up takes only a minute, but it makes a big statement. Please join me in supporting Mike Huckabee. He is the only candidate who will take this country up, not down; the only one with a proven track record as an innovative, optimistic, and authentic conservative.
I also participate in meetup.com on a local level (meetup.com, search for "Huckabee" and enter your zip code for your local info)
Declare Your Support for Mike Huckabee:
http://www.hucksarmy.com/enlist_today.php
http://www.meetup.com
We can make a difference!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Derby Update
Ok, we can all relax now. Team Wiren had a very respectable run with both Christopher and Abbey placing 2nd in their respective divisions. This derby is an intro for what they consider the "big" derby in May. Believe me, Ken learns more with each race and I think he and the kids are planning on big wins in the spring!
Congratulations Christopher and Abbey!
Off-the-record...when we unofficially ran the cars against each other it was a surprise to all when Christopher's dragster beat Abbey's truck! Just goes to show you never can tell...
Congratulations Christopher and Abbey!
Off-the-record...when we unofficially ran the cars against each other it was a surprise to all when Christopher's dragster beat Abbey's truck! Just goes to show you never can tell...
It Was Supposed To Be Forever...
It was supposed to be forever.
The words were said
The rings exchanged
The license signed and mailed
For better
For worse
“I do”
“I do”
In front of God and man
He did this
She did that
It seems their “forever,”
Just came too fast
A bag is packed
A door is closed
A back is turned
Two hearts exposed
It was supposed to be forever
He takes this
She’ll keep that
Things once meant for two
Now split in half
The words were said
The rings exchanged
The license signed and mailed
For better
For worse
“I do”
“I do”
In front of God and man
It seems their forever,
just came too fast
Sonya Wiren 2007
The words were said
The rings exchanged
The license signed and mailed
For better
For worse
“I do”
“I do”
In front of God and man
He did this
She did that
It seems their “forever,”
Just came too fast
A bag is packed
A door is closed
A back is turned
Two hearts exposed
It was supposed to be forever
He takes this
She’ll keep that
Things once meant for two
Now split in half
The words were said
The rings exchanged
The license signed and mailed
For better
For worse
“I do”
“I do”
In front of God and man
It seems their forever,
just came too fast
Sonya Wiren 2007
Anticipation...
DERBY RACES - Well, we've begun the countdown. In a matter of hours we'll know if Team Wiren produces another winning derby car! Our two youngest are involved in AWANA at a local church. They have two derby races each year and this will be our 3rd. The first time Christopher had the winner with his "Spidey" car, based on Spider Man. Abbey had the misfortune of dropping hers a few times and knocking her wheels out of alignment and, thus, out of competition. Our next race had Abbey's car burning up the track and bringing home the trophy from her "Sparks" division. Christopher's car was the one with wheel trouble this time. So...the pressure is on for this 3rd race.
It all begins when the little plastic bags come home. Inside is a block of wood, some stickers, and the wheels. Next comes lots of discussion over the type of car each child wants (this year Abbey has a pick-up-truck and Christopher has a dragster). Dad prints out grid paper and they draw out the ideas, change, tweak and adjust until the designs are deemed "just right!" Now the work moves out to the garage and the scrollsaw. That part is still done by Dad. After the shape is cut the sanding begins. Sanding, painting, drying, weighting, painting, sanding, detailing, etc. And then...
THE WHEELS - It is my understanding that the wheels are the key to a winning racer. Frankly this is not my area of expertise - and the process is handled chiefly by Kenneth and the kids. He cuts the wood, works with the weights, attaches the wheels, and sweats. The kids design, sand, paint, detail, and worry. And that's where we are now. When Ken gets home he'll double, triple check the weights and check the wheels - again. The kids are putting on the finishing touches with markers, stickers, and numbers (21 and 25 respectively).
Eight hours...
It all begins when the little plastic bags come home. Inside is a block of wood, some stickers, and the wheels. Next comes lots of discussion over the type of car each child wants (this year Abbey has a pick-up-truck and Christopher has a dragster). Dad prints out grid paper and they draw out the ideas, change, tweak and adjust until the designs are deemed "just right!" Now the work moves out to the garage and the scrollsaw. That part is still done by Dad. After the shape is cut the sanding begins. Sanding, painting, drying, weighting, painting, sanding, detailing, etc. And then...
THE WHEELS - It is my understanding that the wheels are the key to a winning racer. Frankly this is not my area of expertise - and the process is handled chiefly by Kenneth and the kids. He cuts the wood, works with the weights, attaches the wheels, and sweats. The kids design, sand, paint, detail, and worry. And that's where we are now. When Ken gets home he'll double, triple check the weights and check the wheels - again. The kids are putting on the finishing touches with markers, stickers, and numbers (21 and 25 respectively).
Eight hours...
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I Miss My Friend... (A little more self-reflection)
I have a really odd relationship with my "best" girl friend. We speak once or twice a year. Almost never email, never see each other (3 or 4 times in the last 24 years or so). I really miss her.
Living in different states made shopping and lunch dates out of the question. We used to talk a lot more - back in the days when life was uncomplicated. Okay - less complicated. I was in my 20's - not only did life seem complicated but it was agonizingly dramatic as well.
We met when I was 16 and she was 12. Hard to imagine now as we get close to the 30 year mark! I knew her brother first and then got to know her. She was the keeper!
I can't speak for her, but, as for me - the more I have to deal with the less I share with others. Now, with my mom deceased and me being out of the work force and away from people day-in-and-day-out for the last 6 years I've pretty much turned in to a loner. My confidence level has lagged and I'm not even comfortable in most face-to-face conversations with others any more.
In her later years, my mother's social circle consisted mostly of her adult children; she was happy as a homebody and a rather private person. I see the same thing in her offspring. Some situations I do very well socially. Other times I'm just shy and uncomfortable. I'm most comfortable with my husband and kids. My husband is the same. He's never really been comfortable in social situations. These days I meet a lot of homeschool moms but I'm usually a good bit older than they are. They're tackling elementary school for the first time and I'm sending mine off to college, becoming a grandma and now homeschooling my youngest two kids.
We've changed church homes a few times and while there are a lot of great women where we go now - I don't know any of them very well.
So, through the years, marriages, kids, adult kids, grandchildren, stress, depression, etc. I've become almost reclusive. I often want to pick up the phone and talk with my friend, Dawn, but really don't know where to start. I know that's a ridiculous worry, though. We always manage to start about where we left off. It just seems there's so much to relay. I believe she probably feels the same way. It's true, too, that our lives have gone in vastly different directions. While in the work force I held my own and was regarded as a valued employee. Administration was my field. Well, now I'm home (and I don't excel at being a housewife) and she's stayed on the career-track and is doing well. I focused more on the mommy track with 5 kids. She now has a teenage daughter and stepson. So, maybe I'm afraid to discover that what we've had as friends might be different today. I guess to summarize I'd have to say my friendship with her is a priceless treasure I keep tucked away. I always know it's there. I don't want to find it's become outdated over the years.
Most of the time I'm happy with the (social) life we have. It does nag at me from time-to-time that one of these days my husband may be gone and I'll be alone. Or, I may be gone and he'd be alone. I don't really want that for either of us. Occasionally I'll find myself at home while Kenneth is on the road. I get the urge to meet a friend for dinner or coffee - then I realize I really have no one to call.
My last post mentioned I have a lot of things in my life to address or change. This is one of those areas. Friends truly are treasures! For me, between failed relationships, moving to a new state, moving churches, and being involved with our large family - those opportunities didn't come up often. Conversely, we haven't really pursued anything at our end. Our kids are great but they have their own lives now.
So...if you find you need a friend...
I sure hope Christmas is making all things shiny and bright for you and yours!
Living in different states made shopping and lunch dates out of the question. We used to talk a lot more - back in the days when life was uncomplicated. Okay - less complicated. I was in my 20's - not only did life seem complicated but it was agonizingly dramatic as well.
We met when I was 16 and she was 12. Hard to imagine now as we get close to the 30 year mark! I knew her brother first and then got to know her. She was the keeper!
I can't speak for her, but, as for me - the more I have to deal with the less I share with others. Now, with my mom deceased and me being out of the work force and away from people day-in-and-day-out for the last 6 years I've pretty much turned in to a loner. My confidence level has lagged and I'm not even comfortable in most face-to-face conversations with others any more.
In her later years, my mother's social circle consisted mostly of her adult children; she was happy as a homebody and a rather private person. I see the same thing in her offspring. Some situations I do very well socially. Other times I'm just shy and uncomfortable. I'm most comfortable with my husband and kids. My husband is the same. He's never really been comfortable in social situations. These days I meet a lot of homeschool moms but I'm usually a good bit older than they are. They're tackling elementary school for the first time and I'm sending mine off to college, becoming a grandma and now homeschooling my youngest two kids.
We've changed church homes a few times and while there are a lot of great women where we go now - I don't know any of them very well.
So, through the years, marriages, kids, adult kids, grandchildren, stress, depression, etc. I've become almost reclusive. I often want to pick up the phone and talk with my friend, Dawn, but really don't know where to start. I know that's a ridiculous worry, though. We always manage to start about where we left off. It just seems there's so much to relay. I believe she probably feels the same way. It's true, too, that our lives have gone in vastly different directions. While in the work force I held my own and was regarded as a valued employee. Administration was my field. Well, now I'm home (and I don't excel at being a housewife) and she's stayed on the career-track and is doing well. I focused more on the mommy track with 5 kids. She now has a teenage daughter and stepson. So, maybe I'm afraid to discover that what we've had as friends might be different today. I guess to summarize I'd have to say my friendship with her is a priceless treasure I keep tucked away. I always know it's there. I don't want to find it's become outdated over the years.
Most of the time I'm happy with the (social) life we have. It does nag at me from time-to-time that one of these days my husband may be gone and I'll be alone. Or, I may be gone and he'd be alone. I don't really want that for either of us. Occasionally I'll find myself at home while Kenneth is on the road. I get the urge to meet a friend for dinner or coffee - then I realize I really have no one to call.
My last post mentioned I have a lot of things in my life to address or change. This is one of those areas. Friends truly are treasures! For me, between failed relationships, moving to a new state, moving churches, and being involved with our large family - those opportunities didn't come up often. Conversely, we haven't really pursued anything at our end. Our kids are great but they have their own lives now.
So...if you find you need a friend...
I sure hope Christmas is making all things shiny and bright for you and yours!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Sunday Night Thoughts OR On My Soapbox
Well, it's Sunday night and I guess that just means that my thoughts are a bit more scattered today than the other 6 days of the week. Maybe it's a let-down reflex; kind of a mental day-off.
Easy Targets - Why is it that those we love the most end up being the easiest targets for our anger and frustration. Those feelings have to be directed somewhere and I don't think we ever learn how to direct them ONLY at ourselves; at least not without some spillover in the direction of those closest to us. This is a lose/lose situation; it stinks being the one dishing it out and it stinks being on the receiving end.
Salvation Army Bell Ringers - Bless their hearts - they are very nice. They never stare you down or do anything at all to make you feel guilty if you walk right past them without a "ka-ching" in the kettle. Our family makes one cash drop the day after Thanksgiving - and then (I) feel guilty for the remainder of the Christmas season. Maybe we should just give a little at a time for the duration???
Blessing Hearts- Isn't it funny how you can say anything you want to about a person without getting into trouble - as long as you say "Bless His/Her Heart!"
They Say Insanity Is... - According to Benjamin Franklin or Albert Einstein (only a 1-pg Google search - it showed both - too lazy to research further - maybe tomorrow)“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” Well, that makes sense to me. One of these days I'll have to introduce my logical self to my normal self. I hesitate because I think it would be like mixing oil and water. Anyway, back to insanity and repetition. I hate repetition - if you've been a reader for a while you'll know I wrote about that once. So...if that's the case - why do I keep doing BAD/STUPID/DETRIMENTAL things over and over again AND expect the results to be different? One of my resolutions is to consciously change those actions and attempt to get the different results. Is this making sense? If not, just smile and nod - we'll get out of the fog before long.
Seriously...yes, SERIOUSLY (Wake up G A fans)... From quotes to cliché’s -
You can't teach an old dog new tricks - I can't afford to believe this. I will submit that it may be difficult - but I can't believe it's impossible. Too many things I need to change and I'm certainly not getting any younger. Ooh...speaking of which - I just found out a few days ago that my oldest daughter is expecting her 2nd child and I should be grandmax2 by the end of July. My grandson is absolutely wonderful - he needs a little sister to be a good big-brother to. So...think pink!
Ever feel less than wonderful about treatment you've received from someone else? Remember this... Dis me once - shame on you. Dis me again - shame on ME!
It's amazing how many of our "problems" are only problems because we allow them to be. Personally speaking - most of my problems are within my control. How wonderful is that? Now I just need to TAKE CONTROL over them.
And finally - Do you have direction? A plan? A goal? Which way do you go if you have no destination in mind? Think of your garden hose. With guidance and direction the water goes where you want it to. Let go and watch how it spins and turns and dips and rises in all directions. Know where you're going so you'll know how to get there.
OR...
Life is like a GPS - it can't direct you anywhere until you tell it where you're going.
And on that note - I'll hop off my soapbox and listen to my inner GPS telling me it's time for bed.
Have a terrific week! Walk tall, smile, and if it's a really great day...hum, or even Whistle!
Easy Targets - Why is it that those we love the most end up being the easiest targets for our anger and frustration. Those feelings have to be directed somewhere and I don't think we ever learn how to direct them ONLY at ourselves; at least not without some spillover in the direction of those closest to us. This is a lose/lose situation; it stinks being the one dishing it out and it stinks being on the receiving end.
Salvation Army Bell Ringers - Bless their hearts - they are very nice. They never stare you down or do anything at all to make you feel guilty if you walk right past them without a "ka-ching" in the kettle. Our family makes one cash drop the day after Thanksgiving - and then (I) feel guilty for the remainder of the Christmas season. Maybe we should just give a little at a time for the duration???
Blessing Hearts- Isn't it funny how you can say anything you want to about a person without getting into trouble - as long as you say "Bless His/Her Heart!"
They Say Insanity Is... - According to Benjamin Franklin or Albert Einstein (only a 1-pg Google search - it showed both - too lazy to research further - maybe tomorrow)“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” Well, that makes sense to me. One of these days I'll have to introduce my logical self to my normal self. I hesitate because I think it would be like mixing oil and water. Anyway, back to insanity and repetition. I hate repetition - if you've been a reader for a while you'll know I wrote about that once. So...if that's the case - why do I keep doing BAD/STUPID/DETRIMENTAL things over and over again AND expect the results to be different? One of my resolutions is to consciously change those actions and attempt to get the different results. Is this making sense? If not, just smile and nod - we'll get out of the fog before long.
Seriously...yes, SERIOUSLY (Wake up G A fans)... From quotes to cliché’s -
You can't teach an old dog new tricks - I can't afford to believe this. I will submit that it may be difficult - but I can't believe it's impossible. Too many things I need to change and I'm certainly not getting any younger. Ooh...speaking of which - I just found out a few days ago that my oldest daughter is expecting her 2nd child and I should be grandmax2 by the end of July. My grandson is absolutely wonderful - he needs a little sister to be a good big-brother to. So...think pink!
Ever feel less than wonderful about treatment you've received from someone else? Remember this... Dis me once - shame on you. Dis me again - shame on ME!
It's amazing how many of our "problems" are only problems because we allow them to be. Personally speaking - most of my problems are within my control. How wonderful is that? Now I just need to TAKE CONTROL over them.
And finally - Do you have direction? A plan? A goal? Which way do you go if you have no destination in mind? Think of your garden hose. With guidance and direction the water goes where you want it to. Let go and watch how it spins and turns and dips and rises in all directions. Know where you're going so you'll know how to get there.
OR...
Life is like a GPS - it can't direct you anywhere until you tell it where you're going.
And on that note - I'll hop off my soapbox and listen to my inner GPS telling me it's time for bed.
Have a terrific week! Walk tall, smile, and if it's a really great day...hum, or even Whistle!
Friday, November 30, 2007
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Joy-Stealers
Certain things in life should be joyous. Period.
I hate it when things that should be joyous come with extra baggage to complicate matters. Some of the issues come from human idiocy. Other things, well, I just have to believe in God’s timing. Whether I understand and agree, or not.
Things that should be joyous are engagements and weddings, graduations, championships, pregnancies and birth, retirements, etc. You know the list.
Some joy-stealers that come to mind…
Being at a wedding where the bride should be marrying the best-man.
Finding out you’re pregnant – but you’re not married.
Graduating – 6 months after your class because you were a credit short.
Having a grandchild on the way when its parents already can’t pay the bills.
Retiring – but not by choice – health issues made that decision for you.
I don’t know anyone who hasn’t experienced joy-stealers. What I’ve listed are dramatic examples but not unusual today. I don’t even have the answers for dealing with joy-stealers without resentment. I know in my heart that God’s timing is always right. Knowing and understanding, well, not always the easiest.
Like Martina McBride sings…do it anyway. Be joyous anyway.
I hate it when things that should be joyous come with extra baggage to complicate matters. Some of the issues come from human idiocy. Other things, well, I just have to believe in God’s timing. Whether I understand and agree, or not.
Things that should be joyous are engagements and weddings, graduations, championships, pregnancies and birth, retirements, etc. You know the list.
Some joy-stealers that come to mind…
Being at a wedding where the bride should be marrying the best-man.
Finding out you’re pregnant – but you’re not married.
Graduating – 6 months after your class because you were a credit short.
Having a grandchild on the way when its parents already can’t pay the bills.
Retiring – but not by choice – health issues made that decision for you.
I don’t know anyone who hasn’t experienced joy-stealers. What I’ve listed are dramatic examples but not unusual today. I don’t even have the answers for dealing with joy-stealers without resentment. I know in my heart that God’s timing is always right. Knowing and understanding, well, not always the easiest.
Like Martina McBride sings…do it anyway. Be joyous anyway.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Bloggers Anonymous
I was reading a couple of my favorite blogs and I was struck by a couple of things. One touches on what I mentioned in a recent post. Bloggers want to be heard. Another thing I've noted is that blog readers tend to read and go. They don't like to leave comments. They remain...(insert creepy music here) ANONYMOUS! (creepy music fades out)
When you set up a blog they tell you to put a poll on your site to get participation. Ask questions in your blog and folks will answer in their comments. Well, it must not be working because I keep seeing bloggers asking people to comment and the readers rarely do. Well, as much as I'd like to hear from my readers, if they're more comfortable remaining anonymous, that's ok. After all, my kids generally read these posts because I hound them with "have you read the blog???" all the time. They know there's likely going to be a quiz... My husband - well, he will read occasionally - he knows I hate it that my blog isn't set as his homepage or something equally important and eye-catching.
I did have my first "non-family-member" comment last night. I was thrilled! Yes! "Somebody heard what I said..." Of course, my youngest son is still grieving that not a single stuffing recipe was left following my blog request. He wasn't overly thrilled by my creation and I think I heard him thank God for Stove Top that night before bed.
So hey, leave a comment, reply to a comment, or just read and go...it's all good. Bottom line...I'm glad you stop by here.
Any comments???
When you set up a blog they tell you to put a poll on your site to get participation. Ask questions in your blog and folks will answer in their comments. Well, it must not be working because I keep seeing bloggers asking people to comment and the readers rarely do. Well, as much as I'd like to hear from my readers, if they're more comfortable remaining anonymous, that's ok. After all, my kids generally read these posts because I hound them with "have you read the blog???" all the time. They know there's likely going to be a quiz... My husband - well, he will read occasionally - he knows I hate it that my blog isn't set as his homepage or something equally important and eye-catching.
I did have my first "non-family-member" comment last night. I was thrilled! Yes! "Somebody heard what I said..." Of course, my youngest son is still grieving that not a single stuffing recipe was left following my blog request. He wasn't overly thrilled by my creation and I think I heard him thank God for Stove Top that night before bed.
So hey, leave a comment, reply to a comment, or just read and go...it's all good. Bottom line...I'm glad you stop by here.
Any comments???
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
New Toys
Is there really anything quite like new toys? Just when I think I'm beyond getting excited over gadgets and such, somthing comes along and I feel just like a kid again. I've received a few such items in the last year...
The first was my TiVo receiver and service (thank you, Mother Wiren!). A year later and I'm still thrilled with it - actually even more thrilled with it. It's absolutely wonderful! Quite a recommendation coming from someone who used to think they were "just plain stupid."
Next came my "Smart Phone." This is a combination cell-phone and PDA (personal digital assistant). I have my phone, contacts, calendar, memo pad, bible, games, calculator, camera, video camera, memo-mate, etc. Definitely some "say-wow" stuff here. Again, since I have gadgets for music, pictures and such, I don't use all the features of my smart phone. The ones I do use, however, are terrific! It's rare you find the novel covers or cases for the smart-phones - mostly because of their size I would imagine. I did come across one, though. The case I have looks like a sneaker; black canvas and white rubber. At least it's not quite as manly looking now!
Side note here...Would you believe I found a purse with 3 outside pockets on the front just perfect for my digital camera, smart-phone, and IPod. Life is good.
The next one was my IPod. Yes, I truly love my IPod. This is another gadget that I thought was stupid and ridiculous - before I got one and realized what all they can do. I routinely carry around movies, television shows and series', my photographs, podcasts, audiobooks, and a TON of my favorite music. This is one gadget that's way too cool. I almost feel sorry for today's youngsters - they won't know to appreciate all these great things. My kids know that ITunes gift cards are always welcome here!
My newest toy that makes me go "ooh-aah" is my new GPS. It's an early Christmas present from my husband. It's a TomTom One XL-S (the model has only been out for about a month). It's very user friendly and comes "ready to go - right from the box." If you've been considering a GPS - go for it! This one has the voice that announces turns, street names, etc. You can choose from different voices but if you want to hear street names you have to stick with a computerized voice. the clarity is very good. I think the voice feature is a definite plus. The really high-end models also perform as MP3 players, photo storage, etc. Since I already have all that in my IPod, I hardly need it in my GPS. It's great to type in my destination and then see how far away it is, how long it will take to get there, what time it will be when I get there, which way I'm going to turn next, the name of the next road I need, the name of the next major road I need, etc. If you veer off track it advises you to turn around either "at the first opportunity" or at _________ and it will give you a street name. If there's more than one way to get to your destination and you choose a different one - no problem. The GPS will re-figure the route and pick up without skipping a beat. You can also choose alternate routes. All sorts of great stuff. Enough that it's even fun having it on when I travel my regular day-in, day-out roads. It's also interesting to see which route it chooses as the fastest. Sometimes it's the way I've always gone - and sometimes it isn't. With it being this much fun here at home I can't wait to see how useful it will be when we're on a trip!
I love new toys! Even at my age.
I hope you get lots of great toys for Christmas!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Thanksgiving Reflections...
Wow! I've got to say that our Thanksgiving has been very nice. I enjoyed cooking, our dinner turned out well, Ken's mom was with us, and we were all feeling blessed by all we have to be thankful for. Christopher and Abbey's excitement was definitely contagious.
Now, keeping with tradition, we did get out early Friday morning in search of goodies. We didn't find everything (still in stock) we were looking for but we did pretty well just the same. We went back out for a bit on Saturday and found an early birthday present for Ken as well as a Christmas present for me!
Sunday was more on the quiet side and time to start focusing on Monday and the week ahead. Ken and the kids got started on the derby cars for AWANA. The December 5th race will be here before we know it. So far they're looking good! Just between you and me, Abbey will be racing her pick-up-truck this time around and while I don't know the proper name, Christopher's car is looking way-cool! Elisa and Darrell are back home safe and sound and I talked to Matthew and Shannon on the phone. Seems Matthew made a pecan pie!
I started playing a bit with my new GPS and am really looking forward to using this new toy on a regular basis. We're all tired (in a very nice way) and as the leftovers get eaten and our thoughts turn to Christmas, I find that Thanksgiving 2007 is already fading into a fond memory.
I hope you can say the same... Have a wonderful week!
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Our Thanksgiving Menu
Breakfast
Homemade sticky buns
Swiss Scramble Breakfast Casserole
Midday Snack
Cocktail Smokies
Port Wine Cheese Log with Assorted Crackers
Eggnog and Apple Cider
Thanksgiving Dinner
Fried Turkey (Thank you, Sweetheart!)
Mashed Potatoes and gravy (turkey and beef/brown)
Stuffing (mediocre "made from scratch")
Cranberry Sauce
Pineapple Casserole
Sweet Potato Balls
Green Bean Casserole
Corn
Cran-Broccoli Salad
Crescent Rolls
Apple Pie
Vanilla Ice Cream
Coffee
Now, keeping with tradition, we did get out early Friday morning in search of goodies. We didn't find everything (still in stock) we were looking for but we did pretty well just the same. We went back out for a bit on Saturday and found an early birthday present for Ken as well as a Christmas present for me!
Sunday was more on the quiet side and time to start focusing on Monday and the week ahead. Ken and the kids got started on the derby cars for AWANA. The December 5th race will be here before we know it. So far they're looking good! Just between you and me, Abbey will be racing her pick-up-truck this time around and while I don't know the proper name, Christopher's car is looking way-cool! Elisa and Darrell are back home safe and sound and I talked to Matthew and Shannon on the phone. Seems Matthew made a pecan pie!
I started playing a bit with my new GPS and am really looking forward to using this new toy on a regular basis. We're all tired (in a very nice way) and as the leftovers get eaten and our thoughts turn to Christmas, I find that Thanksgiving 2007 is already fading into a fond memory.
I hope you can say the same... Have a wonderful week!
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Our Thanksgiving Menu
Breakfast
Homemade sticky buns
Swiss Scramble Breakfast Casserole
Midday Snack
Cocktail Smokies
Port Wine Cheese Log with Assorted Crackers
Eggnog and Apple Cider
Thanksgiving Dinner
Fried Turkey (Thank you, Sweetheart!)
Mashed Potatoes and gravy (turkey and beef/brown)
Stuffing (mediocre "made from scratch")
Cranberry Sauce
Pineapple Casserole
Sweet Potato Balls
Green Bean Casserole
Corn
Cran-Broccoli Salad
Crescent Rolls
Apple Pie
Vanilla Ice Cream
Coffee
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving!
This is probably my last post prior to Thanksgiving. With a long list of things to get done and a big meal to prepare and serious shopping to plan for - I don't know when I'd find the time!
Seriously, I'm going to try something new and attempt to get a lot of tasks knocked out tomorrow, Wednesday, instead of keeping everything for Thursday. I don't know what it would be like to have some pre-dinner free time on Thanksgiving day. I sure like the idea of finding out, though.
Our gathering will be a bit smaller this year with only my mother-in-law joining the 4 of us currently at home. Our family's to the point where we head in different directions and meet different obligations. I've been in touch with my father in Florida a good bit this week. His wife was hospitalized over a week ago with some complications from her recent bypass surgery. From what he told me this morning it appears she'll be heading home Wednesday. He said they'd head to Cracker Barrel for their Thanksgiving meal if she's up to it. Either way I know they'll be glad she's out of the hospital.
More from Florida... my sister-in-law, Carol, is our token turkey this year. Thanksgiving lands on her birthday and I'm really hoping she'll take the day off - but I bet she won't. After a couple days of shopping and a couple spent resting we blink and it's my niece's 14th birthday exactly one-week after her mother's. From what I understand we'll have their family here for a quick visit that week. We'll miss them and my mother-in-law at Christmastime, however.
My oldest brother will be the host for my middle daughter's Thanksgiving festivities this year. Ahhh...to watch the sun rise on the beach and celebrate all you're thankful for with friends and loved ones the same day! I sure didn't appreciate it when I had it. Things rarely change, though. Here I have access to the mountains (which I love!) and rarely make the drive to enjoy their majesty.
My oldest son is also visiting the Sunshine State. He caught a ride with his older sister but will continue on further south to Fort Lauderdale. He'll be catching up with family and playing a lot of video games. I'll bet he doesn't even see the beach!
Well, that's about it for now. I should probably get some sleep if I'm going to get a jump on that ol' early bird!
Stay safe!
Blessings to you and yours this Thanksgiving...
Seriously, I'm going to try something new and attempt to get a lot of tasks knocked out tomorrow, Wednesday, instead of keeping everything for Thursday. I don't know what it would be like to have some pre-dinner free time on Thanksgiving day. I sure like the idea of finding out, though.
Our gathering will be a bit smaller this year with only my mother-in-law joining the 4 of us currently at home. Our family's to the point where we head in different directions and meet different obligations. I've been in touch with my father in Florida a good bit this week. His wife was hospitalized over a week ago with some complications from her recent bypass surgery. From what he told me this morning it appears she'll be heading home Wednesday. He said they'd head to Cracker Barrel for their Thanksgiving meal if she's up to it. Either way I know they'll be glad she's out of the hospital.
More from Florida... my sister-in-law, Carol, is our token turkey this year. Thanksgiving lands on her birthday and I'm really hoping she'll take the day off - but I bet she won't. After a couple days of shopping and a couple spent resting we blink and it's my niece's 14th birthday exactly one-week after her mother's. From what I understand we'll have their family here for a quick visit that week. We'll miss them and my mother-in-law at Christmastime, however.
My oldest brother will be the host for my middle daughter's Thanksgiving festivities this year. Ahhh...to watch the sun rise on the beach and celebrate all you're thankful for with friends and loved ones the same day! I sure didn't appreciate it when I had it. Things rarely change, though. Here I have access to the mountains (which I love!) and rarely make the drive to enjoy their majesty.
My oldest son is also visiting the Sunshine State. He caught a ride with his older sister but will continue on further south to Fort Lauderdale. He'll be catching up with family and playing a lot of video games. I'll bet he doesn't even see the beach!
Well, that's about it for now. I should probably get some sleep if I'm going to get a jump on that ol' early bird!
Stay safe!
Blessings to you and yours this Thanksgiving...
Monday, November 19, 2007
Books, Books and More Books
This is another one of those days that I have no idea what I'm going to write but wanted to write *something*
Books came to mind as I retrieved my latest Amazon.com order. Oh goodie! In this batch we have "Presidential Trivia" and Frommer's "Irreverent Guide to Washington D.C. " (always a good choice AFTER your trip!). There's so much about Washington I want to learn about and the quirky stuff was appealing as a starting place.
Anyway, leaving Washington, we come across Christopher's *NASB Study Bible for Boys. Now, I would probably qualify as a bible collector. Not old, rare, collector varieties - just the quantity variety. *NASB for Precepts Studies, *NIV for Beth Moore studies, *NLT for its easily understood text. *KJV for its poetic quality that I have trouble understandig, *NKJV, well, I guess because it's new. My most recent acquisition is a NCV - The "Women of Faith Amazing Freedom Bible." It's pretty, has a great magnetized closure flap that makes it good for travel and it's supposed to be an easily read and understood translation.
Now, it might be argued that Christopher is getting a respectable collection as well. His new curriculum offers *KJV or *NASB and he didn't have a *NASB Bible - but, he does now.
This order ends with "Love & Respect." Probably THE Best marriage book available today. If you're engaged, married a year or 30 - read this book. I'm so glad our Pastor told us about this book.
*NASB=New American Standard Bible, *NIV= New International Version, *NLT= New Living Translation, *KJV=King James Version, *NKJV=New King James Version, *NCV=New Century Version.
Now, you go on and read this post and I'll go look through my new books!
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Last week I had the pleasure of taking my two youngest kids and a 4-yr old we were babysitting to a new little place in our downtown area called Silver Chair. It's a used book store/coffee bar in a converted house that's lovely and quaint. From a friend's recommendation I knew they had an area for kids, so as a special treat I decided we'd stop. As luck would have it we arrived a short while before their scheduled story-time, complete with related crafts and coloring pages! The kids had a nice time, and I enjoyed browsing the large and impressive collection of books the owner had on hand. I did end up with a book about the history and tales of our American Flag. I'm still on my US History kick following D.C. The kids - not as interested in history, chose a video "The Little Toaster."
While waiting for the kids time to finish I sat in an overstuffed, comfy chair, enjoying my coffee, and casually looked over the titles on a shelf next to me. Well, my imagination started getting the best of me! Now remember, this is some "down" time for me while I wait for the kids. I'm not trying to solve the world's problems or anything - just fill some time with a little fun.
This game actually got its start from the first title that caught my eye..."Emotionally Weird." Well, this was an easy one to place myself in the middle of. Then again, there's not too many people I know who aren't emotionally weird in one way or the other. That's ok - it just added to my amusement; you know what they say about small minds...
Continuing on I came across Tara Road, Under a Sheltering Sky - Now, with tongue firmly in cheek , we have a new story right here. How about "Emotionally Weird on Tara Road Under a Sheltering Sky" Now there's some vivid imagery!
Side by side on the shelf were "Inheritance" and "Pay or Play." Now really, I don't make this stuff up - well, actually I do. But nevermind that. This story just gets more interesting with the addition of "Three
Wishes" and "Man on the Mountain."
I get a sense of melancholy when I imagine "The Patriarch" as "The Forgotten Man" with "A False Sense of Well Being," I wonder at the images created from the "Tournament of Shadows" at "Hatrack River" as recorded in "The Cloud Atlas." Mostly, though, with "Time and Tide," I'll continue my games, "Holding Out" and avoiding "The Rescuer," and hearing my 6-yr old say "That's All Right, Mama."
Have a great week and most of all, "Happy Thanksgiving!" I hope you're surrounded by loved ones. I really believe that no matter how good or bad we think we've got it - we can always find plenty to be thankful for. What a tremendous blessing!
P.S. My daughter specifically told me not to go with the Book Title entry - thought I was too strange on this one, AND, my husband just came downstairs complaining about all my books in the bathroom! I told you...Books, Books, and More Books!
Toast: "To Family...Cheers"
Books came to mind as I retrieved my latest Amazon.com order. Oh goodie! In this batch we have "Presidential Trivia" and Frommer's "Irreverent Guide to Washington D.C. " (always a good choice AFTER your trip!). There's so much about Washington I want to learn about and the quirky stuff was appealing as a starting place.
Anyway, leaving Washington, we come across Christopher's *NASB Study Bible for Boys. Now, I would probably qualify as a bible collector. Not old, rare, collector varieties - just the quantity variety. *NASB for Precepts Studies, *NIV for Beth Moore studies, *NLT for its easily understood text. *KJV for its poetic quality that I have trouble understandig, *NKJV, well, I guess because it's new. My most recent acquisition is a NCV - The "Women of Faith Amazing Freedom Bible." It's pretty, has a great magnetized closure flap that makes it good for travel and it's supposed to be an easily read and understood translation.
Now, it might be argued that Christopher is getting a respectable collection as well. His new curriculum offers *KJV or *NASB and he didn't have a *NASB Bible - but, he does now.
This order ends with "Love & Respect." Probably THE Best marriage book available today. If you're engaged, married a year or 30 - read this book. I'm so glad our Pastor told us about this book.
*NASB=New American Standard Bible, *NIV= New International Version, *NLT= New Living Translation, *KJV=King James Version, *NKJV=New King James Version, *NCV=New Century Version.
Now, you go on and read this post and I'll go look through my new books!
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Last week I had the pleasure of taking my two youngest kids and a 4-yr old we were babysitting to a new little place in our downtown area called Silver Chair. It's a used book store/coffee bar in a converted house that's lovely and quaint. From a friend's recommendation I knew they had an area for kids, so as a special treat I decided we'd stop. As luck would have it we arrived a short while before their scheduled story-time, complete with related crafts and coloring pages! The kids had a nice time, and I enjoyed browsing the large and impressive collection of books the owner had on hand. I did end up with a book about the history and tales of our American Flag. I'm still on my US History kick following D.C. The kids - not as interested in history, chose a video "The Little Toaster."
While waiting for the kids time to finish I sat in an overstuffed, comfy chair, enjoying my coffee, and casually looked over the titles on a shelf next to me. Well, my imagination started getting the best of me! Now remember, this is some "down" time for me while I wait for the kids. I'm not trying to solve the world's problems or anything - just fill some time with a little fun.
This game actually got its start from the first title that caught my eye..."Emotionally Weird." Well, this was an easy one to place myself in the middle of. Then again, there's not too many people I know who aren't emotionally weird in one way or the other. That's ok - it just added to my amusement; you know what they say about small minds...
Continuing on I came across Tara Road, Under a Sheltering Sky - Now, with tongue firmly in cheek , we have a new story right here. How about "Emotionally Weird on Tara Road Under a Sheltering Sky" Now there's some vivid imagery!
Side by side on the shelf were "Inheritance" and "Pay or Play." Now really, I don't make this stuff up - well, actually I do. But nevermind that. This story just gets more interesting with the addition of "Three
Wishes" and "Man on the Mountain."I get a sense of melancholy when I imagine "The Patriarch" as "The Forgotten Man" with "A False Sense of Well Being," I wonder at the images created from the "Tournament of Shadows" at "Hatrack River" as recorded in "The Cloud Atlas." Mostly, though, with "Time and Tide," I'll continue my games, "Holding Out" and avoiding "The Rescuer," and hearing my 6-yr old say "That's All Right, Mama."
Have a great week and most of all, "Happy Thanksgiving!" I hope you're surrounded by loved ones. I really believe that no matter how good or bad we think we've got it - we can always find plenty to be thankful for. What a tremendous blessing!
P.S. My daughter specifically told me not to go with the Book Title entry - thought I was too strange on this one, AND, my husband just came downstairs complaining about all my books in the bathroom! I told you...Books, Books, and More Books!
Toast: "To Family...Cheers"
Sunday, November 18, 2007
"Somebody Heard What I Said"
Tonight's blog is an easy one for me. A little cutting, pasting, and formatting, but I think it sums up why many people blog: to be heard.
Joshua Kadison is one of my favorite recording artists. After attempting tonight's entry multiple times with multiple titles it struck me that his song "Invisible Man" came pretty close to describing how I've been feeling. So, since my words aren't flowing at all tonight, I'll turn it over to Mr. Kadison.
Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn't really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was dissapearing,
so I ran to the mirrow to check it out.
I said, "Here I am, here I am, here I am...but why do I feel like the invisible man?"
I stumbled back into the bedroom,and stared up at the rising sun.
Then I heard my self shout out the window,
not really talking to anyone,I yelled,
"Here I am, here I am, here I am...but why do I feel like the invisivle man?"
Lights went on, people started yelling, "Will the crazy man go back to bed."
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said.
Well it's no big thing, no revelation,
no answer to all these lives we lead.
But I think I do know one thing:
Sometimes I think we all need to say,
"Here I am, here I am, here I am."
when life makes us feel like the invisible man?
K - Sorry I've been difficult
E - I'm proud of you - always
My crew: I love you all dearly!
Joshua Kadison is one of my favorite recording artists. After attempting tonight's entry multiple times with multiple titles it struck me that his song "Invisible Man" came pretty close to describing how I've been feeling. So, since my words aren't flowing at all tonight, I'll turn it over to Mr. Kadison.
Woke up this morning with a funny feeling,
wasn't really sure what it was all about.
But it felt like I was dissapearing,
so I ran to the mirrow to check it out.
I said, "Here I am, here I am, here I am...but why do I feel like the invisible man?"
I stumbled back into the bedroom,and stared up at the rising sun.
Then I heard my self shout out the window,
not really talking to anyone,I yelled,
"Here I am, here I am, here I am...but why do I feel like the invisivle man?"
Lights went on, people started yelling, "Will the crazy man go back to bed."
And there I was, laughing out my window,
feeling much better now, somebody heard what I said.
Well it's no big thing, no revelation,
no answer to all these lives we lead.
But I think I do know one thing:
Sometimes I think we all need to say,
"Here I am, here I am, here I am."
when life makes us feel like the invisible man?
K - Sorry I've been difficult
E - I'm proud of you - always
My crew: I love you all dearly!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Chocolate Cake
It's a "chocolate cake day."
I'll bet that statement makes perfect sense to many of you. A few will be clueless, and others will only be "in-the-know" because they share life with someone who does know about "chocolate cake days."
It's not that there's anything particularly wrong. I'm not sick; not even a headache. The weather, while cool, has been mostly sunny and not the least bit depressing (unless the job of leaf-clearing falls to you).
That's exactly what makes a "chocolate cake day." No rhyme or reason, no catastrophes or anything. It just "is."
We had a few CCDs during the last few months my oldest son was living at home. It was his job, usually between 9:00-10:00 p.m. to get in his car, drive the 3 or so miles to the grocery store, find the "right" chocolate cake, check out, and then drive back home. He hated this particular job but knew it was far better to go fetch the cake than to argue and get on Mom's bad side on a Chocolate Cake Day! After all, she swears it's medicinal!
Now don't laugh. Teamed with a large glass of cold skim-milk or a cup of hot coffee, the combinations are practically magical. It's not just the sugar rush - I've usually tested that out a time or two on a typical CCD and it didn't help. You may even be surprised to know that the "right" chocolate cake isn't even my favorite cake. I really just love cake but if forced to choose it would have to be my homemade chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. Traditional white bakery birthday cake is pretty wonderful, too, as long as it has buttercream frosting and not whipped cream. But the "right" chocolate cake is a chocolate fudge layer cake with chocolate fudge frosting. It's really surprising that Bi-Lo's chocolate cake is "the" cake. It's pretty and prissy looking and has cake crumbs pressed into the sides and even a cherry on top. I really didn't think I would like it at all. Boy was I surprised! Pretty or not - this was the real thing.
So, the hour is nearing 9, the outside temp is dropping, the wind is howling, the leaves are blowing and Darrell is 60 miles away at school (he did seem to appreciate the request, though!).
Knowing from experience that the night wouldn't get better on its own, I packed up the kids, we ran to the car and off to the store we went. Besides, the kids needed Eggo Waffles and I needed more yogurt (for my diet, of course!).
Boy was that piece of cake good! The milk was good and cold. And yes, I'm feeling much better now, thank you!
Yep, medicinal!
Stay warm, friends, or...warm your friends.
for KW - miss you...
I'll bet that statement makes perfect sense to many of you. A few will be clueless, and others will only be "in-the-know" because they share life with someone who does know about "chocolate cake days."
It's not that there's anything particularly wrong. I'm not sick; not even a headache. The weather, while cool, has been mostly sunny and not the least bit depressing (unless the job of leaf-clearing falls to you).
That's exactly what makes a "chocolate cake day." No rhyme or reason, no catastrophes or anything. It just "is."
We had a few CCDs during the last few months my oldest son was living at home. It was his job, usually between 9:00-10:00 p.m. to get in his car, drive the 3 or so miles to the grocery store, find the "right" chocolate cake, check out, and then drive back home. He hated this particular job but knew it was far better to go fetch the cake than to argue and get on Mom's bad side on a Chocolate Cake Day! After all, she swears it's medicinal!
Now don't laugh. Teamed with a large glass of cold skim-milk or a cup of hot coffee, the combinations are practically magical. It's not just the sugar rush - I've usually tested that out a time or two on a typical CCD and it didn't help. You may even be surprised to know that the "right" chocolate cake isn't even my favorite cake. I really just love cake but if forced to choose it would have to be my homemade chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. Traditional white bakery birthday cake is pretty wonderful, too, as long as it has buttercream frosting and not whipped cream. But the "right" chocolate cake is a chocolate fudge layer cake with chocolate fudge frosting. It's really surprising that Bi-Lo's chocolate cake is "the" cake. It's pretty and prissy looking and has cake crumbs pressed into the sides and even a cherry on top. I really didn't think I would like it at all. Boy was I surprised! Pretty or not - this was the real thing.
So, the hour is nearing 9, the outside temp is dropping, the wind is howling, the leaves are blowing and Darrell is 60 miles away at school (he did seem to appreciate the request, though!).
Knowing from experience that the night wouldn't get better on its own, I packed up the kids, we ran to the car and off to the store we went. Besides, the kids needed Eggo Waffles and I needed more yogurt (for my diet, of course!).
Boy was that piece of cake good! The milk was good and cold. And yes, I'm feeling much better now, thank you!
Yep, medicinal!
Stay warm, friends, or...warm your friends.
for KW - miss you...
Monday, November 12, 2007
Quirky Pet Peeve or Vanity Insanity?
Earlier this month I posted an entry on quirks. Well, today’s writing deals with a quirk of mine I recently discovered. Oh wait, maybe it’s a pet-peeve. Hmmm…be right back.
Ok, sorry ‘bout that. I had to grab the dictionary. Now, this appears to be less of a quirk and more of a pet peeve according to http://www.dictionary.com/. Oops…sorry. I started veering off course. Let’s see, quirk, pet-peeve, either way, it’s all good. Seriously.
Now, vanity plates – you know, the ones that go on the front of your car. Yet another way to express our personalities, our uniqueness, or, conversely, maybe, a way of showing support, membership.
For quite a while my ever-so-hip mini-van sported a HIS Radio FM 89.3 plate on the front. Then, when you would see other cars with the plate you felt a certain kinship; a common thread. But, in the speed of life, it wasn’t long before HIS Radio was replaced with something much more personal. A more elite group; the few, the proud, the financially depleted BAND PARENTS! Ok, so I’m only half-joking. The local high-school marching band, which our family was involved with for 8 years, had vanity plates made up for sale to those wishing to show support for the band (read: Band Parents). So, in essence, when you saw another plate like yours you knew it was someone truly “with the band.” A comrade! Ah…kinship!
Fast-forward five years or so. The flutist has graduated, the trumpet player has graduated, the band has redesigned the vanity plate and you feel it’s time for a change. Now, South Carolina has a pretty cool-looking state flag and in recent years the design has become quite popular. You find it on flip-flops, belts, shirts, tote bags, purses golf balls, and, yes, even Vanity Plates.
Ok, so this works. I like the design, I like the state, I like that it makes me feel SC is really “home.” Check the box, time to move on to more important things…But wait! In the space of a few weeks it seems that about 43% of cars in the upstate ALSO have MY vanity plate. Hey! There’s no kinship here. My plate is just like everyone else’s! Where did they all come from? I know there weren’t that many before I got mine. After all, Wal-Mart had tons of them! Since I got mine I now find that the plates come in metals, in Clemson colors, USC colors, colors to match your car, Carolina clay, Kudzu, Charleston’s “Rainbow Row,” etc. You’ll find more of these vanity plates than love-bugs on the front of cars.
Now, the loving family that I have, led by my dear husband, find it necessary (and immensely pleasurable) to point out each and every plate they see that’s like mine. These pronouncements, of course, are followed by giggles and snickering from the little palm-tree-detectives in the back seat. This is humiliating.
So…is it any wonder that my Christmas list has “Vanity Plate” listed near the top? I’m thinking maybe an Erskine College tag (only 600 students and 60 miles away) or our church, Freedom Fellowship. I kind of like the idea of getting back to the “kinship” and away from the masses!
Smile! Only 42 shopping days left ‘til Christmas!
Ok, sorry ‘bout that. I had to grab the dictionary. Now, this appears to be less of a quirk and more of a pet peeve according to http://www.dictionary.com/. Oops…sorry. I started veering off course. Let’s see, quirk, pet-peeve, either way, it’s all good. Seriously.
Now, vanity plates – you know, the ones that go on the front of your car. Yet another way to express our personalities, our uniqueness, or, conversely, maybe, a way of showing support, membership.
For quite a while my ever-so-hip mini-van sported a HIS Radio FM 89.3 plate on the front. Then, when you would see other cars with the plate you felt a certain kinship; a common thread. But, in the speed of life, it wasn’t long before HIS Radio was replaced with something much more personal. A more elite group; the few, the proud, the financially depleted BAND PARENTS! Ok, so I’m only half-joking. The local high-school marching band, which our family was involved with for 8 years, had vanity plates made up for sale to those wishing to show support for the band (read: Band Parents). So, in essence, when you saw another plate like yours you knew it was someone truly “with the band.” A comrade! Ah…kinship!
Fast-forward five years or so. The flutist has graduated, the trumpet player has graduated, the band has redesigned the vanity plate and you feel it’s time for a change. Now, South Carolina has a pretty cool-looking state flag and in recent years the design has become quite popular. You find it on flip-flops, belts, shirts, tote bags, purses golf balls, and, yes, even Vanity Plates.
Ok, so this works. I like the design, I like the state, I like that it makes me feel SC is really “home.” Check the box, time to move on to more important things…But wait! In the space of a few weeks it seems that about 43% of cars in the upstate ALSO have MY vanity plate. Hey! There’s no kinship here. My plate is just like everyone else’s! Where did they all come from? I know there weren’t that many before I got mine. After all, Wal-Mart had tons of them! Since I got mine I now find that the plates come in metals, in Clemson colors, USC colors, colors to match your car, Carolina clay, Kudzu, Charleston’s “Rainbow Row,” etc. You’ll find more of these vanity plates than love-bugs on the front of cars.
Now, the loving family that I have, led by my dear husband, find it necessary (and immensely pleasurable) to point out each and every plate they see that’s like mine. These pronouncements, of course, are followed by giggles and snickering from the little palm-tree-detectives in the back seat. This is humiliating.
So…is it any wonder that my Christmas list has “Vanity Plate” listed near the top? I’m thinking maybe an Erskine College tag (only 600 students and 60 miles away) or our church, Freedom Fellowship. I kind of like the idea of getting back to the “kinship” and away from the masses!
Smile! Only 42 shopping days left ‘til Christmas!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Sunday Night Randomness
There must be something about Sunday nights. Some reason I'm juggling odd, random thoughts. Regular postings should resume in the next day or two.
- THANKSGIVING THOUGHTS...
- Turkeys take a long time to thaw. For years I underestimated the time needed to thaw the bird.
- I'm still searching for just the right stuffing recipe (even though my family says it's Stove Top!) Feel free to share your stuffing recipes with me!
- Thanksgiving won't be quite the same this year. Elisa, Rob, and Darrell won't be with us.
- MISCELLANEOUS...
- I got my hair cut Saturday. Have you read my blog about haircuts? Let's just say we might have material for "The Haircut Part-2"
- I'm so thankful to our military; past, present, and future. America's true heroes! Bless all of you this Veteran's Day as well as every day!
- Our nation's capital is truly awe-inspiring. I'm still at a loss for words. Ok, no jokes!
- I bought a new diet book yesterday. Husband says it will work if I put it in a backpack, add all my other diet books and tote them around on my back all day... See next bullet...
- Relationships require hard work to remain healthy. To quote Cliff, our Pastor, "To thrive...not just survive."
- FAMILY...
- I miss my uncle who passed away last week. I didn't know him well. That's sad. I'm disconnected from my extended family and know it won't change. Hindsight often comes too late.
- More on disconnect... We found out Wednesday that my great-aunt passed away...last April.
- Closer to home...we had a nice family weekend...Our oldest son was home for the weekend and even joined us for church this morning. It's a pleasure having him home. Seems he has a new girlfriend at school...Elisa wasn't free this weekend but did call to see if I had spaghetti sauce. I didn't - guess I will later in the week...Oldest daughter's been sick and trying to recover from sinus and/or allergy issues. We did see her Friday and then again Sunday evening... Matthew, our 2-yr old grandson spent the day with us today. He's such a sweetheart and I'm a happy Grandma when he's around...After taking Darrell back to school we were able to visit with my mother-in-law today. What a nice way to wind down the weekend... Abbey's counting the days until her next ballet class... Christopher is anxious to start his new curriculum this week. I sure hope it goes well...I spoke with my father today and found out that his wife went in the hospital last Friday. Something about fluid pressing on her lungs (or something like that.) She recently had a quad-bypass. Prayers appreciated.
- A house divided... "The Next Iron Chef" winner has been chosen. Ken and I wanted Michael Symon, Abbey and Christopher wanted John Besh. Symon won!!! Yes! To his credit, John Besh was no slouch. He would have made a wonderful "iron chef" as well. This was a fun competition to follow.
I sure hope you have a wonderful week! Please feel free to leave me a comment - I'd love to hear from you.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
D.C. Update
I am so sorry for the lapse in blogging during our trip. Let me just say that I was completely awed and overwhelmed. I Love Washington D.C.!
Quick Synopsis...
Sunday - Conference check-in and such for K. Hotel shuttle and subway to Smithsonian area. Trolley tours of DC, trip to Arlington National Cemetery (incredible!), back to subway and hotel shuttle in time for Ken's 5:00 meetings. Had Papa John's deliver dinner. Realized we didn't have the Food Network and would miss tonight's "Next Iron Chef" competition.
Monday - Walked to the underground shopping area of Crystal City for breakfast at McDonald's (this was mostly for the kids). From there we caught the subway for the Spy Museum. Incredible but overwhelming. Great gift shop. Decent cafe where we grabbed "killer" sandwiches and hot dogs! Next was a pretty good walk to the Capitol for our tour (Incredible!). Ice cream treat at Union Station before heading back to the hotel. Conference stuff for K. Dinner a few blocks away at Chili's. Bad news - received call from my brother that our uncle had died on Sunday. Services on Wednesday. We'll detour off 95 to 40 in NC and get to Mocksville.
Tuesday - Early appointment at Bureau of Engraving and Printing to see money being made. We really enjoyed the tour and the gift shop. Their motto is "The buck starts here." With a little help from security police we finally made our way to an office building with cafe's for breakfast. Following breakfast the boys went to the Museum of Natural History while the girls went back to the hotel for shopping and lunch. The boys got their street-vendor hot dogs they'd been looking forward to while the girls ate at the hotel. Afternoon at hotel for business. Metro to Union Station (eventually) for quick bite at deli in food-court and "Monuments by Moonlight" trolley tour. Views of everything and stops at FDR memorial, Lincoln/Korean/Vietnam/WWII, Iwo Jima statue. Back to hotel - leaving in the morning.
Wednesday - Hotel gift shop for C on our way out. Hit the road early and grabbed Waffle House for breakfast outside Richmond. Chick-fil-A lunch before getting to Mocksville. Back to Greer and Wendy's for a quick bite of dinner before heading home. Long day. Great few days in DC. Lots of things still on the list to see/do but we're whittling it down trip-by-trip. Can't wait to go back again! Now I have lots I want to study.
If you go...
Definitely use a tour company for DC - the walking is excessive. Our tickets were a little cheaper online and we didn't have to choose the date at time of purchase. You will still do a LOT of walking.
Arlington National Cemetery - spend the $7 pp for the tour bus thing inside. The walking is mostly uphill. The cemetery is 200 acres with over 300,000 residents. You'll still walk plenty - even with the transportation.
The subway/train Metro stations are kept clean. This is the most efficient method of getting around the city. Stay to the right on the (many) escalators for those who run past you. Just like driving - passing is on the left. If you park at a metro station you HAVE to have a metro card (with money on it) to pay for your parking. They don't accept any other form of payment.
Enjoy!
Quick Synopsis...
Sunday - Conference check-in and such for K. Hotel shuttle and subway to Smithsonian area. Trolley tours of DC, trip to Arlington National Cemetery (incredible!), back to subway and hotel shuttle in time for Ken's 5:00 meetings. Had Papa John's deliver dinner. Realized we didn't have the Food Network and would miss tonight's "Next Iron Chef" competition.
Monday - Walked to the underground shopping area of Crystal City for breakfast at McDonald's (this was mostly for the kids). From there we caught the subway for the Spy Museum. Incredible but overwhelming. Great gift shop. Decent cafe where we grabbed "killer" sandwiches and hot dogs! Next was a pretty good walk to the Capitol for our tour (Incredible!). Ice cream treat at Union Station before heading back to the hotel. Conference stuff for K. Dinner a few blocks away at Chili's. Bad news - received call from my brother that our uncle had died on Sunday. Services on Wednesday. We'll detour off 95 to 40 in NC and get to Mocksville.
Tuesday - Early appointment at Bureau of Engraving and Printing to see money being made. We really enjoyed the tour and the gift shop. Their motto is "The buck starts here." With a little help from security police we finally made our way to an office building with cafe's for breakfast. Following breakfast the boys went to the Museum of Natural History while the girls went back to the hotel for shopping and lunch. The boys got their street-vendor hot dogs they'd been looking forward to while the girls ate at the hotel. Afternoon at hotel for business. Metro to Union Station (eventually) for quick bite at deli in food-court and "Monuments by Moonlight" trolley tour. Views of everything and stops at FDR memorial, Lincoln/Korean/Vietnam/WWII, Iwo Jima statue. Back to hotel - leaving in the morning.
Wednesday - Hotel gift shop for C on our way out. Hit the road early and grabbed Waffle House for breakfast outside Richmond. Chick-fil-A lunch before getting to Mocksville. Back to Greer and Wendy's for a quick bite of dinner before heading home. Long day. Great few days in DC. Lots of things still on the list to see/do but we're whittling it down trip-by-trip. Can't wait to go back again! Now I have lots I want to study.
If you go...
Definitely use a tour company for DC - the walking is excessive. Our tickets were a little cheaper online and we didn't have to choose the date at time of purchase. You will still do a LOT of walking.
Arlington National Cemetery - spend the $7 pp for the tour bus thing inside. The walking is mostly uphill. The cemetery is 200 acres with over 300,000 residents. You'll still walk plenty - even with the transportation.
The subway/train Metro stations are kept clean. This is the most efficient method of getting around the city. Stay to the right on the (many) escalators for those who run past you. Just like driving - passing is on the left. If you park at a metro station you HAVE to have a metro card (with money on it) to pay for your parking. They don't accept any other form of payment.
Enjoy!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Greetings!
Greetings from Washington DC! We had a lovely drive today with beautiful (but cool) weather, a breathtaking show of color from the fall foliage, and surprisingly light traffic. I enjoyed Cracker Barrel's blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, a scrambled egg and a much-needed dose or two of coffee! You see, we're in the habit of traveling in the wee hours; particularly with little ones in tow. We hit the road at 3:00 a.m. and stopped in Durham, NC for breakfast. We had a quick sandwich from Subway here in the Crystal City/Pentagon/Arlington area prior to getting checked in and enjoying a bit of rest (I didn't sleep last night and it was beginning to catch up)! It was wonderful having our dinner and shopping fix at IKEA tonight. We go to the Atlanta location a couple times a year so imagine our excitement at being able to reach our choice from 3-separate locations in just 30-45 minutes!
Kenneth was wonderful getting all 3 laptops functioning with high speed Internet. Abbey's was left at home due to lack of space in the TrailBlazer (and probably in our room), as well as lack of time for online school work. We were unable to go wireless but if you could see the view from the sofa in our 10th floor room you'd know why we aren't complaining. We're watching jets on their approach for landing over the Potomac en route to Reagan International Airport.
This is a business trip for Kenneth and field trip for me and the kids. We'll be doing the tour trolley stuff some of Sunday while working around Kenneth's conference schedule. Monday evening we're scheduled for a moonlight tour of the mall area with the monuments and buildings beautifully lit and on display. Other scheduled tours inclde the Capitol, Bureau of Printing and Engraving, and the Spy Museum. We have a list of other sites we want to see, schedules permitting. No repeat visits to the White House, Zoo, or Air & Space Museum. With limited time we try to hit a few highlights each trip until we've covered about everything.
Don't forget to turn your clocks back Sunday, and enjoy the remainder of the weekend. We're all pretty tired and not complaining a bit about getting our lost hour back from last spring.
I'll be back with more Washington updates...uh, hello? Are you still there? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. After all, travel blogs are probably even less interesting than watching someone else's vacation slides! Thanks for sticking with me, though.
Sonya
PS: Prayer Requests for Pamela's full recovery following recent surgery, and for healing for Christin S' hand from an acid burn.
"Missing You" note to my crew in Greenville and Due West. Also for Matthew, and Vera.
Kenneth was wonderful getting all 3 laptops functioning with high speed Internet. Abbey's was left at home due to lack of space in the TrailBlazer (and probably in our room), as well as lack of time for online school work. We were unable to go wireless but if you could see the view from the sofa in our 10th floor room you'd know why we aren't complaining. We're watching jets on their approach for landing over the Potomac en route to Reagan International Airport.
This is a business trip for Kenneth and field trip for me and the kids. We'll be doing the tour trolley stuff some of Sunday while working around Kenneth's conference schedule. Monday evening we're scheduled for a moonlight tour of the mall area with the monuments and buildings beautifully lit and on display. Other scheduled tours inclde the Capitol, Bureau of Printing and Engraving, and the Spy Museum. We have a list of other sites we want to see, schedules permitting. No repeat visits to the White House, Zoo, or Air & Space Museum. With limited time we try to hit a few highlights each trip until we've covered about everything.
Don't forget to turn your clocks back Sunday, and enjoy the remainder of the weekend. We're all pretty tired and not complaining a bit about getting our lost hour back from last spring.
I'll be back with more Washington updates...uh, hello? Are you still there? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. After all, travel blogs are probably even less interesting than watching someone else's vacation slides! Thanks for sticking with me, though.
Sonya
PS: Prayer Requests for Pamela's full recovery following recent surgery, and for healing for Christin S' hand from an acid burn.
"Missing You" note to my crew in Greenville and Due West. Also for Matthew, and Vera.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Quirks (1)
I'm smiling thinking of today's title. Notice the (1)? Well, if I'm writing about my quirks, we could have a LOT of posts with that title so I thought the numbering might be wise.
I love finding out about people, and quirks are great entertainment. It's a safe type of voyeurism. I say "safe" because I get nervous looking in other people's grocery carts! My mother taught me a great sense of privacy and boundaries. It's almost extreme. See what you're learning? And these aren't even the quirks I'm going to focus on tonight.
Life is funny, sometimes, and it's easy to see that God must have a sense of humor. Those of you who know me well will know that I'm not a good housekeeper. I'm also constantly behind with the laundry and have an incredible distaste for repetitive tasks. My hard-wired temperment likes to tackle a job and then be done with it. Kind of difficult when we look at housework, laundry, etc. See, in my mind I "finish" cleaning the room. "Cook dinner? Didn't I just do that last night?" "Dusting? I dusted there once. You mean I have to do it again?"
And then there's the laundry. We all know that the laundry is never finished. I'm so bad that if I didn't know NOT to do it, I could imagine having my family run around naked for the sake of getting ALL the laundry FINISHED. But then the cycle just repeats (ouch).Now you'd think after being a grown-up all these years that I would have overcome this quirk - at least learn to deal with it responsibly. Right? Nope.
I love bedding. New sheets, comforters, pillows, and more pillows. It's all good.
Now, my husband, Mr. Logical (yes, opposites apparently do attract), challenges me occasionally to actually make the bed EVERY day for a month. Particularly if I want to get more new things for our room.
Ok...a challenge. I like challenges...but...I hate making the bed EVERY day (see above - same concept). So, I take him up on these challenges because, well, because, oh...I don't know. It sounds easy enough at the time. At least it might be for the type of person who understands the reasoning behind making a bed every day. Ok, so I missed out on the last white sale at the mall. There will be others. And who knows - maybe I can get him to challenge me a week at a time. That I might be able to do. Maybe.
Hope you're having a great week!
Signed,
Lather, and rinse
For Shannon: Sweetheart, I meant to leave out "repeat." Love, Mom
I love finding out about people, and quirks are great entertainment. It's a safe type of voyeurism. I say "safe" because I get nervous looking in other people's grocery carts! My mother taught me a great sense of privacy and boundaries. It's almost extreme. See what you're learning? And these aren't even the quirks I'm going to focus on tonight.
Life is funny, sometimes, and it's easy to see that God must have a sense of humor. Those of you who know me well will know that I'm not a good housekeeper. I'm also constantly behind with the laundry and have an incredible distaste for repetitive tasks. My hard-wired temperment likes to tackle a job and then be done with it. Kind of difficult when we look at housework, laundry, etc. See, in my mind I "finish" cleaning the room. "Cook dinner? Didn't I just do that last night?" "Dusting? I dusted there once. You mean I have to do it again?"
And then there's the laundry. We all know that the laundry is never finished. I'm so bad that if I didn't know NOT to do it, I could imagine having my family run around naked for the sake of getting ALL the laundry FINISHED. But then the cycle just repeats (ouch).Now you'd think after being a grown-up all these years that I would have overcome this quirk - at least learn to deal with it responsibly. Right? Nope.
I love bedding. New sheets, comforters, pillows, and more pillows. It's all good.
Now, my husband, Mr. Logical (yes, opposites apparently do attract), challenges me occasionally to actually make the bed EVERY day for a month. Particularly if I want to get more new things for our room.
Ok...a challenge. I like challenges...but...I hate making the bed EVERY day (see above - same concept). So, I take him up on these challenges because, well, because, oh...I don't know. It sounds easy enough at the time. At least it might be for the type of person who understands the reasoning behind making a bed every day. Ok, so I missed out on the last white sale at the mall. There will be others. And who knows - maybe I can get him to challenge me a week at a time. That I might be able to do. Maybe.
Hope you're having a great week!
Signed,
Lather, and rinse
For Shannon: Sweetheart, I meant to leave out "repeat." Love, Mom
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Carolina In My Mind...
Aah...James Taylor singing "In my mind I'm going to Carolina...yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind." That could've been my song through the years. You see, I was the Florida-born child of transplants from North Carolina. I never felt at home in Florida. Talk about your classic example of "the grass is always greener..." truism. My parents couldn't wait to get out of their small town in NC and move to Fort Lauderdale. I couldn't wait to leave Lauderdale and move to a small town in "Carolina."
Well, 33 years of living and I did make it to "Carolina." It was South Carolina, but hey, I was only 30 minutes from that state line. It wasn't immediate...it took a few years, but this Carolina has truly become "home." It's a good fit. A good combination of what I knew from Florida and what I loved about North Carolina.
I especially like raising my family here. I like the geography and I love the seasons! A little more cold weather and a bit more snow in winter would be nice - but overall - the weather's pretty spectacular.
These days I might still be "Goin' to Carolina in my mind." To the (North) Carolina I always envisioned for me, but it will be a round trip. I'll enjoy the drive, enjoy favorite places I remember and then head back home. The drive is green. It's beautiful. In the early morning hours when a light fog lingers you'd believe you were heading into Eden itself. The beauty I find along 85/77/40 is just a touch more special and beautiful to me when it's 40/77/85. I get the mountains in the backdrop and that feeling of being "almost home."
I know there'll be a light on.
S.
To LCW...There are no words - I just pray you know.
Well, 33 years of living and I did make it to "Carolina." It was South Carolina, but hey, I was only 30 minutes from that state line. It wasn't immediate...it took a few years, but this Carolina has truly become "home." It's a good fit. A good combination of what I knew from Florida and what I loved about North Carolina.
I especially like raising my family here. I like the geography and I love the seasons! A little more cold weather and a bit more snow in winter would be nice - but overall - the weather's pretty spectacular.
These days I might still be "Goin' to Carolina in my mind." To the (North) Carolina I always envisioned for me, but it will be a round trip. I'll enjoy the drive, enjoy favorite places I remember and then head back home. The drive is green. It's beautiful. In the early morning hours when a light fog lingers you'd believe you were heading into Eden itself. The beauty I find along 85/77/40 is just a touch more special and beautiful to me when it's 40/77/85. I get the mountains in the backdrop and that feeling of being "almost home."
I know there'll be a light on.
S.
To LCW...There are no words - I just pray you know.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Imagination
I was listening to the radio this afternoon and the DJ asked "Do you ever take side roads just to see where they go?" The question immediately brought a smile to my face. I can't count the times I've looked out the window, seen a road, country lane or the like and started imagining what I might find down that particular path. It also made me feel a bit more "normal" to find that others may think like I do!
I love time spent with my imagination!
I was driving to town recently in a steady downpour. I saw a worker on the side of the road seemingly oblivious to the rain. I remember hoping he had a loving wife at home ready with a pot of fresh coffee or a cold beer; whichever he preferred. I hoped someone let him know he was appreciated.
My imagination really gets to work imagining what the lives are like of random people I see out and about. It could be at a restaurant, waiting in line somewhere, overhearing a conversation in a store. Any number of scenarios. What I imagine is always good, always happy.
While my imagination is rather predictable and somewhat sedate, there are many who make their livings, entertain millions and "wow" us using only their imaginations. I watch shows where comedians come up with skits and routines on the spot. Their minds go places mine would never go. They amaze me. Robin Williams is another that comes to mind. He and so many others like him are comedic geniuses. Then there are inventors, engineers, authors, playwrights, kindergarten teachers, the list goes on.
I use my imagination to entertain myself and sometimes my husband and kids. Extremely limited in its bounds and use. But that's ok 'cause there's more...
While imagining these various things is fun, there's little to compare to what's back on the home front. Driving by the ballpark tonight a little after 8:00 it seemed so odd that it was already dark and locked up. Baseball finished up last week but I saw kids playing football just two hours earlier. Madonna's song "This Used To Be My Playground" came to mind. It occurred to me then, and not for the first time, that as our children go through their experiences, so do we. I was a mom before I ever thought to send my mom a card on the birthdays of her children. After all - their birthdays were her anniversaries as a mother. Well, this park had certainly been Christopher's playground, yes, but it was also where my son played his first ever baseball game. Everyday moments, so normal, so ordinary. Memories to be treasured. Not living through our children, no, but savoring the joys of parenthood. Stacking up our experiences along with those of our offspring. Watching our children experience life.
I've been blessed beyond measure to be able to share, as a parent, in their various activities; speech team, driver licenses, marching band, dance recitals, art classes, field trips, spelling bees, softball, baseball, soccer, graduations, proms, homecomings, first jobs, first-loves, first heartbreaks, showers, weddings, pregnancy, childbirth, college, car accidents, even arrests! Nope, I no longer have to imagine what it will be like when my children (fill-in the blank), I just get to imagine what might be next.
Looks like a thrill ride whether real or imagined! I hope you use your imagination frequently but keep your mind and heart free for the "little bit scary but so much fun" real-life experiences that make us want to jump right back in line for another go.
I love time spent with my imagination!
I was driving to town recently in a steady downpour. I saw a worker on the side of the road seemingly oblivious to the rain. I remember hoping he had a loving wife at home ready with a pot of fresh coffee or a cold beer; whichever he preferred. I hoped someone let him know he was appreciated.
My imagination really gets to work imagining what the lives are like of random people I see out and about. It could be at a restaurant, waiting in line somewhere, overhearing a conversation in a store. Any number of scenarios. What I imagine is always good, always happy.
While my imagination is rather predictable and somewhat sedate, there are many who make their livings, entertain millions and "wow" us using only their imaginations. I watch shows where comedians come up with skits and routines on the spot. Their minds go places mine would never go. They amaze me. Robin Williams is another that comes to mind. He and so many others like him are comedic geniuses. Then there are inventors, engineers, authors, playwrights, kindergarten teachers, the list goes on.
I use my imagination to entertain myself and sometimes my husband and kids. Extremely limited in its bounds and use. But that's ok 'cause there's more...
While imagining these various things is fun, there's little to compare to what's back on the home front. Driving by the ballpark tonight a little after 8:00 it seemed so odd that it was already dark and locked up. Baseball finished up last week but I saw kids playing football just two hours earlier. Madonna's song "This Used To Be My Playground" came to mind. It occurred to me then, and not for the first time, that as our children go through their experiences, so do we. I was a mom before I ever thought to send my mom a card on the birthdays of her children. After all - their birthdays were her anniversaries as a mother. Well, this park had certainly been Christopher's playground, yes, but it was also where my son played his first ever baseball game. Everyday moments, so normal, so ordinary. Memories to be treasured. Not living through our children, no, but savoring the joys of parenthood. Stacking up our experiences along with those of our offspring. Watching our children experience life.
I've been blessed beyond measure to be able to share, as a parent, in their various activities; speech team, driver licenses, marching band, dance recitals, art classes, field trips, spelling bees, softball, baseball, soccer, graduations, proms, homecomings, first jobs, first-loves, first heartbreaks, showers, weddings, pregnancy, childbirth, college, car accidents, even arrests! Nope, I no longer have to imagine what it will be like when my children (fill-in the blank), I just get to imagine what might be next.
Looks like a thrill ride whether real or imagined! I hope you use your imagination frequently but keep your mind and heart free for the "little bit scary but so much fun" real-life experiences that make us want to jump right back in line for another go.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Mending Fences
Sitting here in front of a blank screen I was thinking tonight's title should be "I Got Nothin'" That's the subject line my daughter and I joke about when I'm at a loss for a topic. But for some reason my fingers started typing on their own and now I have the title "Mending Fences."
Ok, I can go along with that. I don't believe we can ever get enough info or encouragement on this topic.
Cliff, our pastor, reminded us on Sunday that selfishness is at the root of basically all sin. I'm sure it's involved in any situation where we have fences to mend. If this makes you feel as bad as it does me, maybe it will help to remember that it's an affliction each and every one of us has to deal with. So it's an area that needs work - that's ok, as long as we recognize it and then WORK on it.
Relationships... Wow! "Relationships" can be described by just about any adjective you can come up with. Sometimes the complications involved in relationships can make us lose sight of what they mean to us and what should be most important. Sometimes we need to re-focus. Forgiveness might be a good place to start. It's a funny thing. Sometimes we need to ask for it. Other times we need to grant it. Perhaps the most difficult of all is to just plain offer it. This all sounds easier than it is. But life is short. Mend your fences.
So, I'll ask you...DO you have fences to mend? I know I have a few. I've got to remember, though, that small jobs quickly turn into big jobs if left too long. Ignore them and the damage can be irreparable.
I believe I have the tools needed for two of the jobs. They're in familiar territory and in areas I have some experience with. I'm fairly confident all will be well. Now it's just a matter of, (gulp) gettin' the job done.
One of the other jobs, however, I just don't have the experience for or the "know-how." The materials aren't user-friendly and they're aged. Probably not compatible with today's tools. I know this will be a DIY project; it's not something I can hire out, but I don't know where to find directions, tips on technique, best methods for professional results, etc. I can't even find one of those "...For Dummies" books.
Really, I don't even know if I can get through all the layers that have accumulated over the years. Lots of gloss and different paints to try and cover lack of proper care when it was most needed. What I do know is that winter is coming and this job can't wait through too many more winters without repair. If I wait too long, repair won't be an option and replacement will be impossible. Not even restoration pros could help then.
Well, I guess I better get to work. The jobs are piling up and one of them is a beaut! I need to get my fences mended before the winter chill sets in.
See you at the Depot?
Ok, I can go along with that. I don't believe we can ever get enough info or encouragement on this topic.
Cliff, our pastor, reminded us on Sunday that selfishness is at the root of basically all sin. I'm sure it's involved in any situation where we have fences to mend. If this makes you feel as bad as it does me, maybe it will help to remember that it's an affliction each and every one of us has to deal with. So it's an area that needs work - that's ok, as long as we recognize it and then WORK on it.
Relationships... Wow! "Relationships" can be described by just about any adjective you can come up with. Sometimes the complications involved in relationships can make us lose sight of what they mean to us and what should be most important. Sometimes we need to re-focus. Forgiveness might be a good place to start. It's a funny thing. Sometimes we need to ask for it. Other times we need to grant it. Perhaps the most difficult of all is to just plain offer it. This all sounds easier than it is. But life is short. Mend your fences.
So, I'll ask you...DO you have fences to mend? I know I have a few. I've got to remember, though, that small jobs quickly turn into big jobs if left too long. Ignore them and the damage can be irreparable.
I believe I have the tools needed for two of the jobs. They're in familiar territory and in areas I have some experience with. I'm fairly confident all will be well. Now it's just a matter of, (gulp) gettin' the job done.
One of the other jobs, however, I just don't have the experience for or the "know-how." The materials aren't user-friendly and they're aged. Probably not compatible with today's tools. I know this will be a DIY project; it's not something I can hire out, but I don't know where to find directions, tips on technique, best methods for professional results, etc. I can't even find one of those "...For Dummies" books.
Really, I don't even know if I can get through all the layers that have accumulated over the years. Lots of gloss and different paints to try and cover lack of proper care when it was most needed. What I do know is that winter is coming and this job can't wait through too many more winters without repair. If I wait too long, repair won't be an option and replacement will be impossible. Not even restoration pros could help then.
Well, I guess I better get to work. The jobs are piling up and one of them is a beaut! I need to get my fences mended before the winter chill sets in.
See you at the Depot?
Sunday Night Nuggets
Congratulations to our local "Cubs" youth baseball team for a 2nd place finish Thursday night. Great job!
Well, it's painful but I'm finally able to admit I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice. I won't even watch them when they're actually aired. I TiVo them to watch later and make sure I don't watch them all so I always have at least one saved. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem... This is particularly funny since I'm really not a tv person.
Our local high school football team lost Friday night and won't be going to the playoffs. We've been spoiled over the years with a top-notch, state-championship caliber football team. On the other hand, with an unexpected change in band directors and major upheavals to the program, our high school marching band earned a spot to compete for the state title. They placed 7th in the state. Way go to, band!
I made a fleece blanket for my youngest son. He was sweet enough to show great excitement and then tell me the best thing about it is that I made it for him. Now he just might get a matching pillow!
My oldest son was in a car accident last Tuesday and is still without transportation. I tell him it's good for him to stay at school on weekends - I just don't let him know how much more I miss him when he doesn't make it home.
We enjoyed "Halloween Hoopla" downtown Saturday afternoon. It was particularly nice to have our grandson and oldest daughter with us, too. Our crew consisted of two great pirates and one incredibly charming tiger. Costumes and candy and crafts, oh my! Our church took over sponsorship from the city this year and it was a great success. We had over 100 folks volunteering to make it fun for everyone!
Our pastor finished up his current series today. I'll bet you didn't realize that faith is like an IPod? Now there's something I can relate to!
Fall is my favorite time of year and this evening was especially nice. We went with family to their church (our former church) for an outdoor hot dog supper. All the kids were busy at play in the fresh air; running around, tossing a football, games of tag. The weather was perfect. Everyone brought lawn chairs and enjoyed hot dogs (from the grill or cook your own over the fire), chili, slaw, baked beans, chips, cookies, soda, coffee, marshmallows for roasting, and a pinata for the kids. It's always great seeing our old church family. They're dear people and I love the chance to catch-up.
It was a great food day. Mutt's BBQ for their Sunday lunch buffet and a chili-slaw dog for dinner. It doesn't get much better than that!
Well, I was wrong on which potential "Next Iron Chef" would be eliminated tonight, BUT my guy and Christopher and Abbey's guy are still in the running.
Congratulations to Boston Red Sox for a 4-game sweep of the Colorado Rockies to win the World Series title. Our very own Greenville Drive is a farm team of the Sox. Also, good job, Clemson, for your win Saturday, and better luck next week USC.
Have a great week!
Well, it's painful but I'm finally able to admit I'm addicted to Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice. I won't even watch them when they're actually aired. I TiVo them to watch later and make sure I don't watch them all so I always have at least one saved. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem...
Our local high school football team lost Friday night and won't be going to the playoffs. We've been spoiled over the years with a top-notch, state-championship caliber football team. On the other hand, with an unexpected change in band directors and major upheavals to the program, our high school marching band earned a spot to compete for the state title. They placed 7th in the state. Way go to, band!
I made a fleece blanket for my youngest son. He was sweet enough to show great excitement and then tell me the best thing about it is that I made it for him. Now he just might get a matching pillow!
My oldest son was in a car accident last Tuesday and is still without transportation. I tell him it's good for him to stay at school on weekends - I just don't let him know how much more I miss him when he doesn't make it home.
We enjoyed "Halloween Hoopla" downtown Saturday afternoon. It was particularly nice to have our grandson and oldest daughter with us, too. Our crew consisted of two great pirates and one incredibly charming tiger. Costumes and candy and crafts, oh my! Our church took over sponsorship from the city this year and it was a great success. We had over 100 folks volunteering to make it fun for everyone!
Our pastor finished up his current series today. I'll bet you didn't realize that faith is like an IPod? Now there's something I can relate to!
Fall is my favorite time of year and this evening was especially nice. We went with family to their church (our former church) for an outdoor hot dog supper. All the kids were busy at play in the fresh air; running around, tossing a football, games of tag. The weather was perfect. Everyone brought lawn chairs and enjoyed hot dogs (from the grill or cook your own over the fire), chili, slaw, baked beans, chips, cookies, soda, coffee, marshmallows for roasting, and a pinata for the kids. It's always great seeing our old church family. They're dear people and I love the chance to catch-up.
It was a great food day. Mutt's BBQ for their Sunday lunch buffet and a chili-slaw dog for dinner. It doesn't get much better than that!
Well, I was wrong on which potential "Next Iron Chef" would be eliminated tonight, BUT my guy and Christopher and Abbey's guy are still in the running.
Congratulations to Boston Red Sox for a 4-game sweep of the Colorado Rockies to win the World Series title. Our very own Greenville Drive is a farm team of the Sox. Also, good job, Clemson, for your win Saturday, and better luck next week USC.
Have a great week!
Friday, October 26, 2007
It's Not Always About You
It's next to impossible to be in a close relationship of any type without experiencing conflict. This is true of families, marriages, friendships, sibling relationships, work relationships, and so on.
Life goes along peacefully, all is well, and SMACK! There it is.
Someone has hurt your feelings, disrespected you, acted in a way you disagreed with. Broken the law, made a poor decision, hurt someone else, whatever. It was something. With all these feelings roiling, broiling, stewing and spewing,
We know how we feel. We know we're hurt, angry, disillusioned. We're wired to know how we feel. It's our job to know how we feel. BUT...that doesn't mean we close our mind to how others may be feeling. Those particular "others" that hurt us. It's comfortable in our stand of trees but we can't forget the forest. All of this to say...
Now, instead of the target, we've got to realize that we're just part of the fallout. That may not be comfortable. When we're hurt we don't necessarily want to let go; stop placing blame. After all, when something hurts - when things aren't right - it has to be someone's FAULT.
Hmmm...we're not the TARGET. But we're still hurting. How to process that? How to act? React? This is a whole different perspective.
I'm not going to say this will be the situation EVERY time. But I will go out on a limb and say it's going to be the case MOST of the time. If you're open to the probability that you were never an intended victim - but an incidental casualty - you'll have to determine if a "payback" attitude (or even actions) will be the appropriate response. Could it be that an honest, open conversation might be the balm to heal the situation? Let the person know how you're feeling. They may not even be aware how their actions have affected others.
As an optimist, this seems like a prudent, win-win course of action to me. If a situation is beyond this "remedy," well, then, at least this won't likely make things worse.
I pray you and I can always see the beauty of the forest from our place among the trees.
Have a great weekend!
Life goes along peacefully, all is well, and SMACK! There it is.
CONFLICT.
Someone has hurt your feelings, disrespected you, acted in a way you disagreed with. Broken the law, made a poor decision, hurt someone else, whatever. It was something. With all these feelings roiling, broiling, stewing and spewing,
this is THE time to remember...
It's Not Always About You!
We know how we feel. We know we're hurt, angry, disillusioned. We're wired to know how we feel. It's our job to know how we feel. BUT...that doesn't mean we close our mind to how others may be feeling. Those particular "others" that hurt us. It's comfortable in our stand of trees but we can't forget the forest. All of this to say...
People rarely do things to us , but rather,
they do things for themselves.
they do things for themselves.
Now, instead of the target, we've got to realize that we're just part of the fallout. That may not be comfortable. When we're hurt we don't necessarily want to let go; stop placing blame. After all, when something hurts - when things aren't right - it has to be someone's FAULT.
Hmmm...we're not the TARGET. But we're still hurting. How to process that? How to act? React? This is a whole different perspective.
I'm not going to say this will be the situation EVERY time. But I will go out on a limb and say it's going to be the case MOST of the time. If you're open to the probability that you were never an intended victim - but an incidental casualty - you'll have to determine if a "payback" attitude (or even actions) will be the appropriate response. Could it be that an honest, open conversation might be the balm to heal the situation? Let the person know how you're feeling. They may not even be aware how their actions have affected others.
As an optimist, this seems like a prudent, win-win course of action to me. If a situation is beyond this "remedy," well, then, at least this won't likely make things worse.
I pray you and I can always see the beauty of the forest from our place among the trees.
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The Haircut
For All...
Uh-oh...I've made you nervous now, haven't I? That's one topic that can set the nerves on edge. Well, that and dentistry. Everyone has a haircut story or two (dozen?).
What's a little boy know of haircuts? Just that some individual is approaching him with sharp instruments that look very painful. He spied the bowl of lollipops on the way in - that always means trouble. Cold, wet hands, scissors, combs in blue kool-aid, odd smells, pieces of hair falling into your eyes, some plastic thingy they put over your Spiderman t-shirt. Nope, it's time to make some noise! "Ouch! That was my ear!" Ok, serious noise!!! "Handsome young man, my foot! That's what they say about big brother and he's so bossy and mean. Besides, who really watches fishing shows on TV?"
Now, for the little girl who escaped the barber and went right on to the booty-salon the story might be a bit better. A nice shampoo (that smelled really good) in a funny-looking chair with only a leetle-bit of water in her eyes. Now off to the big chair that turns 'round and 'round and somehow moves up and down like a merry-go-round horse. There's even a stool in the seat of the chair that raises you up nice and high where you can see everything through the big mirror. Before you know it they're asking about pixie cuts, curls, shags and all sorts of neat things. Nice towels, dress-up capes, a spritz of this, a dollop of that, a warm blow-dryer (not at all scary). Before you know it you're walking out with a special, one-of-a-kind "Cute as a Button" do! "Just wait 'til everyone sees me!"
Have you seen the 14-yr-old ready to hide-out under her bed until her hair grows out? Her life will never be the same. Doomed to misery by that horrible haircut! She'll never be able to show her face anywhere she might see someone she knows! "What do you mean I have to go to school tomorrow???!!!???" Of course, this is the same girl who thought nothing of green or purple hair, black streaks and Pippi Longstocking braids!
How 'bout the bride leaving the salon only to rush home and fix her hair herself? $50 and 2-hours down the drain. Hardly tears of joy - she wonders why these people get paid and what on earth do they learn in those schools, anyway???? She finds she's beginning to believe in conspiracy theories.
Yes, we've all been there. Chewing gum wads, the 4-yr old boo-ti-shun, the cowlicks, uneven bangs, too-short bangs, the 4" trim that was supposed to be 1", nicked ears, burned scalps, curls that are too curly, crew-cuts, mullets, hair grease, shampoos that promise everything from curing toe fungus to landing you on People Magazine's "Sexiest" list, and so on and so on and so on.
Now, this is more for the ladies
I've been to every type of salon you can imagine. Barber shop, home salon, department store salons, neighborhood salons, cosmetology schools, mall salons, high-end mall salons, salons you read about in fashion magazines. I'll bet you can tell I'm very particular about who cuts my hair! And never in a million years would I dream of cutting my own hair - not since I was about 4 or 5 anyway. The best/worst was going to some "Strawberry" salon with $100 haircuts and a mall address to rival Coco Chanel's place. I was in my "red" stage. We were moving to a new state, new start, new me. Reddish hair seemed just the thing. Feeling "new" and fabulous I rushed home to finish packing boxes and getting us moved 2 days hence. It was about that time the phone rang - it was the elementary school. We had a child with head lice!!! (Curse those softball batting helmets!) We picked up the children, bought every applicable product on the drug-store shelf, came home and attacked our furniture, linens, and...(sniffle)... hair. I had to put the harshest, nastiest stuff on my newly coiffed and colored hair (sniffle). I left Florida with reddish-brown hair that looked sad and neglected and in dire need of $100+ salon services!
Now, being a daughter and then having 3 daughters of my own has certainly been an education in hair. Goodness, my mother had her first perm 71 years ago at age 4 when the contraptions looked like something out of a science-fiction book or torture manual or - both! She had thin, straight hair and was oh so pleased when I had thick, blonde waves/curls (which gradually darkened over the years and is now beginning to lighten again...it's just not blonde).
All this to say that we've curled, straightened, lightened, darkened, colored, tried temporary "dos" and permanent "dos," the "takes an hour to style" styles, the no-time-at-all (yes I look like a man) styles, poodle-curly styles, prom up-dos, practice-run-dos, and more than our share of "cry in the car" "dos."
Now, lest you be fooled into thinking our years of experience yielded "the answers" to women's hair (or even just the answers to our own hair issues) - think again. At this point in time I'm wearing my hair longer than I ever have in my life and with less "style" or "definition" than it's ever had. My "regular" hair person is the woman who did all the up-do's for Elisa's wedding. She did a nice job. She's very personable and makes me laugh. Now, I just hope she's a good cutter/permer/colorer/stylist! My last cut and color were 18-months ago and my last perm was 20-months ago. Would you believe I still have some curl left from that? I've had two scheduled appointments in the last 3-weeks but, hey, life just gets in the way sometimes.
Elisa (beautiful blonde with fine, straight hair) apparently has her "hair person" - in Florida. So much for the impromptu, pick-up-the-phone, I need my hair cut today scenario. Oh, did I mention that we live in South Carolina! As a little girl she always had her "cute-as-a-button" haircut. She was so proud of that. When we changed salons and she told the new lady what she wanted she was surprised when the woman didn't know what that was. She was not a happy little girl to find out that Mommy and Grandma had made up the name. To this day, though, she still remembers getting her hair "done" for a Christmas program. This particular salon was right around the corner from our home and I didn't make Elisa wear her seat belt. Our neighborhood roads had almost no traffic. That alone made her feel very special and grown-up. Now, add to that a special appointment to make her hair look pretty and a (surprise) pair of dangly candy-cane earrings. I can still see her face and the excitement in her look. The Christmas program paled in comparison. Of course, this is the same girl who, in middle school, wore her hair pulled straight back and plastered with 1/2 can of hairspray a day! Next came "crimping" by making lots of tiny braids and leaving them in overnight. The next morning your hair was crimped. Aren't you glad fads are only temporary? Now, on a good day her hair is beautiful. On a bad day you'll find it stuffed under the baseball cap of the week.
Shannon, my oldest (beautiful, thick, blonde, naturally curly/wavy hair) practically scalped herself as an ambitious pre-schooler. She was determined to be a hair-stylist AND school teacher. I cried when I got the phone call and I cried harder when I saw her after work. These days she'll let anyone cut her hair who won't charge her. Ha! Until tonight, that is. She cuts her fiance's hair and thinks it's no big deal. When she finished with his hair she asked him to cut hers. Backing away with the deer-in-the-headlights look he refused. Told her he knew nothing about cutting hair. Well, she insisted. Her logic was that as an electrician he should be able to handle this task. As I mentioned, she has thick hair, layers, highlights, the whole thing. Now, she just has a bit less. My lovely daughter is now sporting a chic-looking chin-length style quite unlike any cut she's had since the 4th grade! She sure was happy to find the shopping center hair cuttery open and available after her electrician gave it a gallant attempt! This is the natural blonde who actually paid to get brown highlights in her hair. That's ok - confusion is a comfortable state for her. There's no doubt she's my daughter!
Finally, we have my Abigail. Six years old, beautiful, blondish/brown hair with a bit of natural wave. She's very "girly" and loves fancy clothes, fancy hair baubles, make-up, and perfume. Everything except hair brushes. She'll put 8 little do-dads in her hair with no function, rhyme or reason - but won't touch bristles to her strands. At least not without threats of horrible consequences and that "mom" look. She used to get her hair cut at a children's salon, Jelly Beans. There they would actually lay the child on a padded table so they could wash the hair without getting water in the child's face or straining their neck. Next they were off to a delightfully decorated station with kids' movies, music, pictures and such. Fancy capes and lots of attention. Once finished the child would get to choose a bow or barrette and a balloon. What could be better! Now Abbey gets trims most anywhere around town we happen to be when we realize we haven't seen her eyes in awhile. She was disappointed as a toddler to discover that the lotion on Mommy's nightstand didn't make her hair soft and shiny like they talked about on tv. It did, however, stand up kind of spiky in places and smelled pretty good, too! She couldn't understand why Mommy didn't like it, though.
Did I mention our experiences with Barbie's hair... nah...that's a whole blog entry in itself! Have you noticed, though, that G.I. Joe has plastic hair??? Now, about those conspiracy theories...
psssssssssssstttttttttttt (the sound hairspray makes) pat, pat, dab, dab. 'How's that?" "Great, just pay at the counter and come back to see us again."
Uh-oh...I've made you nervous now, haven't I? That's one topic that can set the nerves on edge. Well, that and dentistry. Everyone has a haircut story or two (dozen?).
What's a little boy know of haircuts? Just that some individual is approaching him with sharp instruments that look very painful. He spied the bowl of lollipops on the way in - that always means trouble. Cold, wet hands, scissors, combs in blue kool-aid, odd smells, pieces of hair falling into your eyes, some plastic thingy they put over your Spiderman t-shirt. Nope, it's time to make some noise! "Ouch! That was my ear!" Ok, serious noise!!! "Handsome young man, my foot! That's what they say about big brother and he's so bossy and mean. Besides, who really watches fishing shows on TV?"
Now, for the little girl who escaped the barber and went right on to the booty-salon the story might be a bit better. A nice shampoo (that smelled really good) in a funny-looking chair with only a leetle-bit of water in her eyes. Now off to the big chair that turns 'round and 'round and somehow moves up and down like a merry-go-round horse. There's even a stool in the seat of the chair that raises you up nice and high where you can see everything through the big mirror. Before you know it they're asking about pixie cuts, curls, shags and all sorts of neat things. Nice towels, dress-up capes, a spritz of this, a dollop of that, a warm blow-dryer (not at all scary). Before you know it you're walking out with a special, one-of-a-kind "Cute as a Button" do! "Just wait 'til everyone sees me!"
Have you seen the 14-yr-old ready to hide-out under her bed until her hair grows out? Her life will never be the same. Doomed to misery by that horrible haircut! She'll never be able to show her face anywhere she might see someone she knows! "What do you mean I have to go to school tomorrow???!!!???" Of course, this is the same girl who thought nothing of green or purple hair, black streaks and Pippi Longstocking braids!
How 'bout the bride leaving the salon only to rush home and fix her hair herself? $50 and 2-hours down the drain. Hardly tears of joy - she wonders why these people get paid and what on earth do they learn in those schools, anyway???? She finds she's beginning to believe in conspiracy theories.
Yes, we've all been there. Chewing gum wads, the 4-yr old boo-ti-shun, the cowlicks, uneven bangs, too-short bangs, the 4" trim that was supposed to be 1", nicked ears, burned scalps, curls that are too curly, crew-cuts, mullets, hair grease, shampoos that promise everything from curing toe fungus to landing you on People Magazine's "Sexiest" list, and so on and so on and so on.
Now, this is more for the ladies
I've been to every type of salon you can imagine. Barber shop, home salon, department store salons, neighborhood salons, cosmetology schools, mall salons, high-end mall salons, salons you read about in fashion magazines. I'll bet you can tell I'm very particular about who cuts my hair! And never in a million years would I dream of cutting my own hair - not since I was about 4 or 5 anyway. The best/worst was going to some "Strawberry" salon with $100 haircuts and a mall address to rival Coco Chanel's place. I was in my "red" stage. We were moving to a new state, new start, new me. Reddish hair seemed just the thing. Feeling "new" and fabulous I rushed home to finish packing boxes and getting us moved 2 days hence. It was about that time the phone rang - it was the elementary school. We had a child with head lice!!! (Curse those softball batting helmets!) We picked up the children, bought every applicable product on the drug-store shelf, came home and attacked our furniture, linens, and...(sniffle)... hair. I had to put the harshest, nastiest stuff on my newly coiffed and colored hair (sniffle). I left Florida with reddish-brown hair that looked sad and neglected and in dire need of $100+ salon services!
Now, being a daughter and then having 3 daughters of my own has certainly been an education in hair. Goodness, my mother had her first perm 71 years ago at age 4 when the contraptions looked like something out of a science-fiction book or torture manual or - both! She had thin, straight hair and was oh so pleased when I had thick, blonde waves/curls (which gradually darkened over the years and is now beginning to lighten again...it's just not blonde).
All this to say that we've curled, straightened, lightened, darkened, colored, tried temporary "dos" and permanent "dos," the "takes an hour to style" styles, the no-time-at-all (yes I look like a man) styles, poodle-curly styles, prom up-dos, practice-run-dos, and more than our share of "cry in the car" "dos."
Now, lest you be fooled into thinking our years of experience yielded "the answers" to women's hair (or even just the answers to our own hair issues) - think again. At this point in time I'm wearing my hair longer than I ever have in my life and with less "style" or "definition" than it's ever had. My "regular" hair person is the woman who did all the up-do's for Elisa's wedding. She did a nice job. She's very personable and makes me laugh. Now, I just hope she's a good cutter/permer/colorer/stylist! My last cut and color were 18-months ago and my last perm was 20-months ago. Would you believe I still have some curl left from that? I've had two scheduled appointments in the last 3-weeks but, hey, life just gets in the way sometimes.
Elisa (beautiful blonde with fine, straight hair) apparently has her "hair person" - in Florida. So much for the impromptu, pick-up-the-phone, I need my hair cut today scenario. Oh, did I mention that we live in South Carolina! As a little girl she always had her "cute-as-a-button" haircut. She was so proud of that. When we changed salons and she told the new lady what she wanted she was surprised when the woman didn't know what that was. She was not a happy little girl to find out that Mommy and Grandma had made up the name. To this day, though, she still remembers getting her hair "done" for a Christmas program. This particular salon was right around the corner from our home and I didn't make Elisa wear her seat belt. Our neighborhood roads had almost no traffic. That alone made her feel very special and grown-up. Now, add to that a special appointment to make her hair look pretty and a (surprise) pair of dangly candy-cane earrings. I can still see her face and the excitement in her look. The Christmas program paled in comparison. Of course, this is the same girl who, in middle school, wore her hair pulled straight back and plastered with 1/2 can of hairspray a day! Next came "crimping" by making lots of tiny braids and leaving them in overnight. The next morning your hair was crimped. Aren't you glad fads are only temporary? Now, on a good day her hair is beautiful. On a bad day you'll find it stuffed under the baseball cap of the week.
Shannon, my oldest (beautiful, thick, blonde, naturally curly/wavy hair) practically scalped herself as an ambitious pre-schooler. She was determined to be a hair-stylist AND school teacher. I cried when I got the phone call and I cried harder when I saw her after work. These days she'll let anyone cut her hair who won't charge her. Ha! Until tonight, that is. She cuts her fiance's hair and thinks it's no big deal. When she finished with his hair she asked him to cut hers. Backing away with the deer-in-the-headlights look he refused. Told her he knew nothing about cutting hair. Well, she insisted. Her logic was that as an electrician he should be able to handle this task. As I mentioned, she has thick hair, layers, highlights, the whole thing. Now, she just has a bit less. My lovely daughter is now sporting a chic-looking chin-length style quite unlike any cut she's had since the 4th grade! She sure was happy to find the shopping center hair cuttery open and available after her electrician gave it a gallant attempt! This is the natural blonde who actually paid to get brown highlights in her hair. That's ok - confusion is a comfortable state for her. There's no doubt she's my daughter!
Finally, we have my Abigail. Six years old, beautiful, blondish/brown hair with a bit of natural wave. She's very "girly" and loves fancy clothes, fancy hair baubles, make-up, and perfume. Everything except hair brushes. She'll put 8 little do-dads in her hair with no function, rhyme or reason - but won't touch bristles to her strands. At least not without threats of horrible consequences and that "mom" look. She used to get her hair cut at a children's salon, Jelly Beans. There they would actually lay the child on a padded table so they could wash the hair without getting water in the child's face or straining their neck. Next they were off to a delightfully decorated station with kids' movies, music, pictures and such. Fancy capes and lots of attention. Once finished the child would get to choose a bow or barrette and a balloon. What could be better! Now Abbey gets trims most anywhere around town we happen to be when we realize we haven't seen her eyes in awhile. She was disappointed as a toddler to discover that the lotion on Mommy's nightstand didn't make her hair soft and shiny like they talked about on tv. It did, however, stand up kind of spiky in places and smelled pretty good, too! She couldn't understand why Mommy didn't like it, though.
Did I mention our experiences with Barbie's hair... nah...that's a whole blog entry in itself! Have you noticed, though, that G.I. Joe has plastic hair??? Now, about those conspiracy theories...
psssssssssssstttttttttttt (the sound hairspray makes) pat, pat, dab, dab. 'How's that?" "Great, just pay at the counter and come back to see us again."
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