Goodness me! It's Christmas once again. Where did the year go?
I'll be a "greeter" at the five o'clock Mass tonight. It's be me, Dan, and the eldest. I'm not sure if the younger two will be able to join us as they have come down with that bleedin' virus Connor had two weeks ago. I don't think they caught it from him, but perhaps from a friend the youngest has been hanging about with who had been suffering from it (unbeknownst to me). Huh.
I might get my backside out of bed for Christmas morning Mass as well. I think, when I've been as low as I've been lately, it would do my spirit some good. The proper perspective of Christmas is CHRIST. I've always known that to be true, but . . . anyway, I need Jesus more than I need all the worldly trappings. (Get it? Trappings????)
Go with what you know to be true. God is with us. His Name is Christ. He's here. Always.
Wishing you all a Happy and Blessed Christmas!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Editing
My project this coming week is that I am going to spend time deciding on which posts I'll keep or delete off this blog. It should be easy enough, but I need to trim it down. I don't think this blogging thing is actually working out for me, but I don't really want to stop altogether either. So, rather than put the whole blog on the chopping block, it will be individual posts on the chopping block. In the end, when I finally print this blog into a book, I'll have a much neater and concise book. The other blog I printed into two books? Too much blah blah blah-ing to the extent it drags.
I don't want to be a drag (to myself).
Which is also why I think I'm going to stop posting "day books" and may delete all of the ones I find boring. I need some serious re-vamping of this blog so it's a better reflection of me and my life.
Thank you for your patience (all of you who do come by, commenting or not). Mahalo!
I don't want to be a drag (to myself).
Which is also why I think I'm going to stop posting "day books" and may delete all of the ones I find boring. I need some serious re-vamping of this blog so it's a better reflection of me and my life.
Thank you for your patience (all of you who do come by, commenting or not). Mahalo!
Friday, December 16, 2011
Oh, Dear
I've fallen off the Daybook wagon, haven't I? I've fallen from so many wagons this last week, I'm not at all surprised. But, alas! I did make time to go to Confession this week. I do find time to take care of the "forever" important business. I don't share that to make anyone feel in any particular way, I share because it is a formula for Peace. I believe that statement to be true no matter who you are.
Make it right with God. Ask Mary to help you. Get the Saints on your case. Reach out to your friends. Give back to your spouse, children, and extended family and friends.
I'm only human so I love the applause for a job well done, a deed gone well. However. (However) I am beginning to believe what was written in the Bible: that then, that fleeting feeling of happiness, is my reward. And, really, that feeling is fleeting! I need to humble myself so much more, and, like John the Baptist, become smaller and smaller. My words and deeds may be important, but God's Work much more so! I am only a conduit. Mind you, glad to be a conduit of good at all! That, that is where Joy is: knowing that I am working for and with the Kingdom.
I rely heavily upon Mary, Our Lady of Good Counsel. I constantly fail to ask Her help, trust me, but I'm trying. And, that is one of the reasons I love the Catholic Faith. Forgiveness is real! I can begin again. And, again, if needs be. It's a comforting thing to have that knowledge. I've found I have to want to change. I mean really really want it. That has been my downfall, really. Not wanting to change. Thinking: I'm weak, and we (God and I) both know this. So, based on that, it's okay if I keep failing over this one thing or that one thing. God gets it. I'm weak. He'll forgive me over and over again. So, I cease trying to change, really. I get complacent and lazy. I find my spiritual life with God moving about as slow as molasses inside an ice-cube. Many times I am my own worst enemy. I give in too easily to the temptation to do nothing, to change and resolve nothing. I cease to grow and thrive.
I'm so sorry for that, Lord.
I will get back to the basics and trust: JOY is: Jesus, Others, You. There's no party if it's just YOU. But, do be kind to yourself. God does forgive me over and over again. He will do the same for you. But, this time . . . I trust it is going to be wildly different. I've asked Mary to seriously help me amend my ways - and She will never let me down!
This Advent has been, to say the least, weird. Not sad, not happy, not "anything" really. Maybe it's been a "to do" list more than anything else. But, you know what? It will pass - the feeling I mean. This funky weird darkness - because . . . because Mary is bringing Her Son. The periphery stuff (candles, incense, music, all the trappings of the holiday season - all of that) cannot change, add, or take away from the Truth: Jesus Christ is Born!
Amen.
Jesus Christ is Born!
Make it right with God. Ask Mary to help you. Get the Saints on your case. Reach out to your friends. Give back to your spouse, children, and extended family and friends.
I'm only human so I love the applause for a job well done, a deed gone well. However. (However) I am beginning to believe what was written in the Bible: that then, that fleeting feeling of happiness, is my reward. And, really, that feeling is fleeting! I need to humble myself so much more, and, like John the Baptist, become smaller and smaller. My words and deeds may be important, but God's Work much more so! I am only a conduit. Mind you, glad to be a conduit of good at all! That, that is where Joy is: knowing that I am working for and with the Kingdom.
I rely heavily upon Mary, Our Lady of Good Counsel. I constantly fail to ask Her help, trust me, but I'm trying. And, that is one of the reasons I love the Catholic Faith. Forgiveness is real! I can begin again. And, again, if needs be. It's a comforting thing to have that knowledge. I've found I have to want to change. I mean really really want it. That has been my downfall, really. Not wanting to change. Thinking: I'm weak, and we (God and I) both know this. So, based on that, it's okay if I keep failing over this one thing or that one thing. God gets it. I'm weak. He'll forgive me over and over again. So, I cease trying to change, really. I get complacent and lazy. I find my spiritual life with God moving about as slow as molasses inside an ice-cube. Many times I am my own worst enemy. I give in too easily to the temptation to do nothing, to change and resolve nothing. I cease to grow and thrive.
I'm so sorry for that, Lord.
I will get back to the basics and trust: JOY is: Jesus, Others, You. There's no party if it's just YOU. But, do be kind to yourself. God does forgive me over and over again. He will do the same for you. But, this time . . . I trust it is going to be wildly different. I've asked Mary to seriously help me amend my ways - and She will never let me down!
This Advent has been, to say the least, weird. Not sad, not happy, not "anything" really. Maybe it's been a "to do" list more than anything else. But, you know what? It will pass - the feeling I mean. This funky weird darkness - because . . . because Mary is bringing Her Son. The periphery stuff (candles, incense, music, all the trappings of the holiday season - all of that) cannot change, add, or take away from the Truth: Jesus Christ is Born!
Amen.
Jesus Christ is Born!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Shower Stall Thoughts
I know you all missed reading these.
- I'm trying to come to grips that I'm an exceptionally flawed person and to not take it complacently. What I mean is, I acknowledge this sobering fact and try to change it (if I can) or accept the Grace of God (this is most of the time, because I am flawed), but not beat myself up or wrongly believe that my flaws are unforgivable (not for a moment do I believe so, but sometimes the El Horned One likes to whisper terrible nothings into my ears).
- I better embrace the fact that I can't do everything I set out to do today, because I am sick. I have an intestinal virus (and I get these easily, I think). I'm slightly feverish, so I know I'm ill. However, I sure found time to procrastinate the other day and NOT do anything but read and the bare-minimum. Folks, if you sew procrastination, you'll reap it 100 fold. I kid you not. (Mary, Un-doer of Knots, please un-knot my knots! I mean, my 'nots'. Amen.)
- So, sick or no, I am slowly doing my to-do list, because . . . my mind won't shut off no matter how much I tell it to take a day off. It will say to me in reply, "But you HAD several days off and you didn't do a bloody thing, you clod!"
- I won't be going to the bank today, friends, because it is payday . . . and I wanted to go to the grocery store to get some items (top of the list: Hershey's syrup - for Dan), but that place will also be a terrible horrible no good horror to enter into. I'll keep ringing Dan up at work and ask him to go! (evil cackles)
- We can't go to Fr. Jon's b-day thing tonight, and I'm supposed to bring a dish. How many folks do you think would care if I brought a dish (and made it while sick?). It doesn't matter how many, because I care. I would be very cross if I ate food a sick person made.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Chop! Chop!
Last week a friend of mine (and a neighbour) submitted (with my permission) a request to visit the karate dojo where her son currently takes lessons . . . to see if Christian might be interested in joining. He does need an activity (even though, I must say, he's the most physically active of my three children). However, he balked and I relented (he is trained to be a greeter at our chapel, as an "activity" and service so I wasn't going to push him too much, since, as I had said, he's very physically active on his own). Then something surprising happened. Connor piped up and asked to check it out.
Huh. He's the least likely of my children to do anything beyond what he likes (video gaming, to be specific) and something slightly social. But, I embraced his interest enthusiastically and moved on it straight away.
I can't give this kid time to think about committing - I have to throw him in whatever part first!
What I love about it is the price ($115 includes the uniform/belt and first month fee; monthly fee is $65 and it's an annual contract - but easily undone if we move per military orders, even though they have studios across the U.S.). I love the location. It's nearby so I'm not driving too far in the evenings (with my difficult depth perception issues in the dark I really need familiarity with where I am going). The staff are super nice and easy to talk to. I love the philosophy behind karate (leave all the junk outside, be at peace with yourself and others - self control and self-confidence).
You see, Connor is wired much like his mum. I knew what was going through his mind as we sat there, because my brain was also kicked into over-drive of why this won't work. The screaming children (their pitches, not what they are saying), it was a bit warm (but at least it doesn't smell like a gym) . . . I hope they can put him in an adult class because these kids are going to make him nuts . . . blah blah blah. On and on my brain spun out of control . . . and then, suddenly, I thought, "We need to learn to appreciate chaotic situations - and maybe embrace the truth that not everything we perceive as chaotic is actually chaotic. It's good to get out of our comfort zones. It helps us grow and to know ourselves better.
And, yes, certainly, the "screaming" children had initially been a big turn off for him. However, he watched and then had a very successful one-on-one session with a black-belt. She was young and enthusiastic and engaging and encouraging . . . all the things my son so desperately needs from other people. He misses out on the love and humanity of others, because he closets himself off so much (from past bad experiences). His mind had become such a bitter prison (yes, at 17!!!!). The sad truth is, I see so many kids with this heavy negative burden these days - a bunch of sour pusses! I must say, he is a natural. He caught on very quickly! He may not be very limber, but that will come. I mean, the kid hasn't had a day of PE since the summer between his Sophomore and Junior year. I have always known that he has a natural instinct for sports (even though he never wanted to really join up for any - that kid can throw a ball like no man can!), but it was so nice that she spotted it straight away and complimented him on it.
It was restorative . . . to see my son being praised so honestly from another human being. I can't tell you the joy I felt, but more importantly: witnessed.
Besides, karate will be good for him in another way if he does decide to pursue the uniform of a soldier (not likely), a sailor, a coaster, airmen, or marine (most likely).
My first-born is finally rising!
Huh. He's the least likely of my children to do anything beyond what he likes (video gaming, to be specific) and something slightly social. But, I embraced his interest enthusiastically and moved on it straight away.
I can't give this kid time to think about committing - I have to throw him in whatever part first!
What I love about it is the price ($115 includes the uniform/belt and first month fee; monthly fee is $65 and it's an annual contract - but easily undone if we move per military orders, even though they have studios across the U.S.). I love the location. It's nearby so I'm not driving too far in the evenings (with my difficult depth perception issues in the dark I really need familiarity with where I am going). The staff are super nice and easy to talk to. I love the philosophy behind karate (leave all the junk outside, be at peace with yourself and others - self control and self-confidence).
You see, Connor is wired much like his mum. I knew what was going through his mind as we sat there, because my brain was also kicked into over-drive of why this won't work. The screaming children (their pitches, not what they are saying), it was a bit warm (but at least it doesn't smell like a gym) . . . I hope they can put him in an adult class because these kids are going to make him nuts . . . blah blah blah. On and on my brain spun out of control . . . and then, suddenly, I thought, "We need to learn to appreciate chaotic situations - and maybe embrace the truth that not everything we perceive as chaotic is actually chaotic. It's good to get out of our comfort zones. It helps us grow and to know ourselves better.
And, yes, certainly, the "screaming" children had initially been a big turn off for him. However, he watched and then had a very successful one-on-one session with a black-belt. She was young and enthusiastic and engaging and encouraging . . . all the things my son so desperately needs from other people. He misses out on the love and humanity of others, because he closets himself off so much (from past bad experiences). His mind had become such a bitter prison (yes, at 17!!!!). The sad truth is, I see so many kids with this heavy negative burden these days - a bunch of sour pusses! I must say, he is a natural. He caught on very quickly! He may not be very limber, but that will come. I mean, the kid hasn't had a day of PE since the summer between his Sophomore and Junior year. I have always known that he has a natural instinct for sports (even though he never wanted to really join up for any - that kid can throw a ball like no man can!), but it was so nice that she spotted it straight away and complimented him on it.
It was restorative . . . to see my son being praised so honestly from another human being. I can't tell you the joy I felt, but more importantly: witnessed.
Besides, karate will be good for him in another way if he does decide to pursue the uniform of a soldier (not likely), a sailor, a coaster, airmen, or marine (most likely).
My first-born is finally rising!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Giving Up
It is so hard to do. Right?
But, I have. I turned in the plastic and am going by cash only. This is difficult, because I have to re-orient my thinking about money. I can't just randomly purchase stuff any longer, because I have to keep cash at the ready for groceries and other necessities. I have only so much and I have to make it work. My husband does make enough money to live on - and have a few extras! I'm so very grateful for that fact.
I have had idle hands of late, and, that is the root cause of another one of my sins. This isn't the confessional so I'll keep much of that between me and God. *smile* I have to keep myself busy and my mind occupied on tasks that keep me busy. So, I've gone off the Target and bought a utility shelf . . . so that the stuff under the stairs can be gone through, sorted, and shelved in the garage. Which means the garage is also slowly going through another re-birth, as it were. *smile* These two areas of my home have bothered me the most, outside of my own bedroom (which is just down to the filing - again!). But, progress is taking place! Organizing my home/life makes me happy, or, let us say more balanced and peaceful. I am more restful the more this stuff is organized. The chaos makes me cringe.
Another way I will stay busy is finishing (and, starting and finishing) all the stitching kits/projects I have on hand. I bought that magnifying lamp for the very reason of being able to stitch at night (which was difficult do do under the lighting we have). Also, the same goes for all the books I have purchased (when I walk by them, unread as they are, I feel a pinch in my conscience . . . ). I'm going to decide to read them, one at a time . . . and, if I think they are not going to keep me interested, I'll donate them before I even start. It's time to be real about all this stuff.
I have piles of books that I know I will never read again . . . so I am gathering them together to take to the book exchange (for cash; what doesn't sell, I'll donate). The Catholic ones are going to the MCCW ladies - they can take what they like. If they "feel bad" about it, I'll say "give me a dollar per book" and then give the money to the chapel for the childcare. This is about letting go. Also, I've always believed that a donation or giving things away is precisely that - letting go. No expectations.
I am able to make headway with these projects because I'm keeping myself busy in the determination to be free of things . . . which do separate me from God. So, whilst I shed things, I pray I gain God, Who is, after all, the Greatest Gift of them all.
But, I have. I turned in the plastic and am going by cash only. This is difficult, because I have to re-orient my thinking about money. I can't just randomly purchase stuff any longer, because I have to keep cash at the ready for groceries and other necessities. I have only so much and I have to make it work. My husband does make enough money to live on - and have a few extras! I'm so very grateful for that fact.
I have had idle hands of late, and, that is the root cause of another one of my sins. This isn't the confessional so I'll keep much of that between me and God. *smile* I have to keep myself busy and my mind occupied on tasks that keep me busy. So, I've gone off the Target and bought a utility shelf . . . so that the stuff under the stairs can be gone through, sorted, and shelved in the garage. Which means the garage is also slowly going through another re-birth, as it were. *smile* These two areas of my home have bothered me the most, outside of my own bedroom (which is just down to the filing - again!). But, progress is taking place! Organizing my home/life makes me happy, or, let us say more balanced and peaceful. I am more restful the more this stuff is organized. The chaos makes me cringe.
Another way I will stay busy is finishing (and, starting and finishing) all the stitching kits/projects I have on hand. I bought that magnifying lamp for the very reason of being able to stitch at night (which was difficult do do under the lighting we have). Also, the same goes for all the books I have purchased (when I walk by them, unread as they are, I feel a pinch in my conscience . . . ). I'm going to decide to read them, one at a time . . . and, if I think they are not going to keep me interested, I'll donate them before I even start. It's time to be real about all this stuff.
I have piles of books that I know I will never read again . . . so I am gathering them together to take to the book exchange (for cash; what doesn't sell, I'll donate). The Catholic ones are going to the MCCW ladies - they can take what they like. If they "feel bad" about it, I'll say "give me a dollar per book" and then give the money to the chapel for the childcare. This is about letting go. Also, I've always believed that a donation or giving things away is precisely that - letting go. No expectations.
I am able to make headway with these projects because I'm keeping myself busy in the determination to be free of things . . . which do separate me from God. So, whilst I shed things, I pray I gain God, Who is, after all, the Greatest Gift of them all.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Checking Out of the Check-Out Lane
If you pray for the entire community, then the prayer of the community will come back to you. This is because you form a part of the whole. So you can thus obtain great benefits. The prayer of each member of the People of God is enriched by the prayer of the rest. - St. Ambrose, Treatise on Cain and Abel, 1
This passage in "In Conversation with God" was important for me to read today. I ask you all to pray for me as I endeavor to quit using credit cards and make better judgments about our budget and spending. I have two plastic death cards . . . I want to cancel them, but I'm afraid that if I do that the banks that own them will do something stupid, like raise my interest rates or something. You know, penalize me for trying to square my debt and not stay in their noose by my own choosing. It's a choice to be in debt, and they love it when we stay there.
I don't. I need to change. I need your prayers!
The first step is to recognize the danger and decide to make amends. I've checked that box today!
The second step is to stop using them. I've checked that box, too! They are not in my purse! They are somewhere else.
I do not need three quarters of what I buy with those stupid things. The stuff around me is another kind of noose. Y'all know what I mean.
I need you to pray for me to be strong . . . to trust that God will fill the holes in me: the boredom hole being the biggest one.
Thank you!!!
This passage in "In Conversation with God" was important for me to read today. I ask you all to pray for me as I endeavor to quit using credit cards and make better judgments about our budget and spending. I have two plastic death cards . . . I want to cancel them, but I'm afraid that if I do that the banks that own them will do something stupid, like raise my interest rates or something. You know, penalize me for trying to square my debt and not stay in their noose by my own choosing. It's a choice to be in debt, and they love it when we stay there.
I don't. I need to change. I need your prayers!
The first step is to recognize the danger and decide to make amends. I've checked that box today!
The second step is to stop using them. I've checked that box, too! They are not in my purse! They are somewhere else.
I do not need three quarters of what I buy with those stupid things. The stuff around me is another kind of noose. Y'all know what I mean.
I need you to pray for me to be strong . . . to trust that God will fill the holes in me: the boredom hole being the biggest one.
Thank you!!!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween (Daybook Edition)
Outside my window . . . it be dark, because I am cheating and typing this at 10:28pm Sunday night (I have to cut something out of my busy morning and sitting here is "it").
I am thinking . . . about how fun holidays can be if folks relax a little.
I am thankful for . . . keeping my nerves calm while successfully sewing a Link elf cap for my daughter. See?
Yes, it drapes all the way down her back . . . it is simple and she has posted on FB that she "loves it" . . . I feel grand about that; absolutely chuffed to bits.
From the lesson plans . . . quarter two is chuggin' along and there's not much to say about it.
From the kitchen . . . I hope to bake sugar cookies tomorrow, because it's fun.
I am wearing . . . pj's (remember, I am about to go to bed . . . but tomorrow, I promise to be dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt . . . then my costume).
I am creating . . . taking a break . . . reading instead of stitching. I go in spurts, and I just want to go with that rather than let it stress me out. Hobbies are fun, not stress factors.
I am reading . . . "Faith". I'll write more about this later.
I am hoping . . . that everyone has a safe and happy Halloween, whether you "celebrate" it or not.
I am hearing . . . the house creaking as she settles in for the night.
Around the house . . . tomorrow I'm cleaning downstairs (easy, if I don't procrastinate), baking sugar cookies and having fun.
I am going . . . maybe a quick trip to Hickam's commissary and the AAFES (Army/AirForce/Exchange).
One of my favourite things . . . laughter and dressing up in costumes. I really would love to get involved in community theatre at some point in my life.
I am praying for . . . Evy Rosebrook and family.
A few plans for the rest of the week . . . just an appointment at Tripler on Tuesday . . . other than that, nothing - and I'm loving that!
Thought for the day:
"Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world."- Minerva McGonagall
Whom I will be dressed up as (best as I can) for Halloween. A picture or two for you:
NOX.
I am thinking . . . about how fun holidays can be if folks relax a little.
I am thankful for . . . keeping my nerves calm while successfully sewing a Link elf cap for my daughter. See?
From the lesson plans . . . quarter two is chuggin' along and there's not much to say about it.
From the kitchen . . . I hope to bake sugar cookies tomorrow, because it's fun.
I am wearing . . . pj's (remember, I am about to go to bed . . . but tomorrow, I promise to be dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt . . . then my costume).
I am creating . . . taking a break . . . reading instead of stitching. I go in spurts, and I just want to go with that rather than let it stress me out. Hobbies are fun, not stress factors.
I am reading . . . "Faith". I'll write more about this later.
I am hoping . . . that everyone has a safe and happy Halloween, whether you "celebrate" it or not.
I am hearing . . . the house creaking as she settles in for the night.
Around the house . . . tomorrow I'm cleaning downstairs (easy, if I don't procrastinate), baking sugar cookies and having fun.
I am going . . . maybe a quick trip to Hickam's commissary and the AAFES (Army/AirForce/Exchange).
One of my favourite things . . . laughter and dressing up in costumes. I really would love to get involved in community theatre at some point in my life.
I am praying for . . . Evy Rosebrook and family.
A few plans for the rest of the week . . . just an appointment at Tripler on Tuesday . . . other than that, nothing - and I'm loving that!
Thought for the day:
"Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world."- Minerva McGonagall
Whom I will be dressed up as (best as I can) for Halloween. A picture or two for you:
NOX.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
A Slave To Comments (or not?)
Yes, yes, yes. I am beholden to the comments. But, but, but!!!! There's more to this mish-mash going on inside my noggin than craving attention (whether I get any or not). Really. Honestly.
I write for me (mostly). That's about as honest as an admission you'll get. *smile*
The thing is . . . the thing is: I have to ask myself how much do I keep it real here? My honest admissions might hurt my kids or my spouse or my extended family or friends - and, that would never be my intention. I will only really ever tell my story, but my story mingles with other people's stories . . . so I'm sharing a bit of them, too. Maybe they are more private than I am. I don't know. SO, I try to be careful.
And, there are other privacy concerns: our safety. I can only be "so" vigilant, then it all hinges on trust.
Lately, I have been having a hard time accepting that I am getting older. I am grateful to be getting older 'cos it means I'm not dead. However, it's just that I'm more keenly aware of time ticking . . . and all the things I haven't yet done - but I don't let it make me sad in any way. I just get a wee bit anxious now and again. I don't like my gray hairs . . . they are really pissing me off. Which is why I put off cutting my hair for so long 'cos they show. My hair is too short to cover with dye every five weeks - it's not worth the effort. Therefore, I'm trying to embrace the change. And, holy hell, it.is.hard!
I'm worried about my daughter's neck. We pretty much understand that it's stress-related/induced. However. She knows what she needs to do, but isn't. That, my friends, is the cut mustard right there. It is so unbelievably frustrating. I wish my stress was in my neck, 'cos my ass is on fire from all the trips to the loo over the worrying. (How's that for real?) I'm not kidding. Cottonelle really needs to re-think what they call soft!
Of course, then, there is Connor. Well, I always intuitively thought he has some kind of learning issues. I sought help for him - testing, anything! - to help him with making some success with school. He has always hated school - and, it's because it does not come easy to him (even though he is particularly bright). I think we may be finally - finally! - getting some answers soon. We have a consult to get him tested for ADD. It's either that or he has anxiety and mild depression and anger because of something else. I think he has ADD - the silent kind that eats away at a persons self-confidence and self-esteem. God knows, we have loved him from the beginning and have supported him etc. etc., so something else is going on. And, my friends, it has been stressful.
Home schooling Christian is going well. We have ground rules that are working for us. It's not always peachy 'cos after all it is still school . . . structured learning. But, he wants to be here - that's all the difference!
I am going to try and use the time Dan is away on a trip for work to get my home better organized. So far I have made some significant difference in my bedroom (the most stress-inducing room in this house, actually). Our bedroom cannot be a dumping ground any more. We make a decision to keep (if that is the case, where? not in here) or throw away/donate/sell (to the garage for out-sourcing). I want to become a bit more minimalist. Well, simplify things a bit more. Less to "worry" about or, as in our case, pack up and move again later.
There is no definitive word yet, but it looks more and more like we're staying in HI another three years. I'm indifferent, really. It's nice here so we'll just soak up more of it and get good and properly sick of it. Me? I'm really ready to retire and settle down somewhere in our own home. Hell, bury me in the yard kind of thing. Move in and stay put.
But, in my world: just not yet.
I write for me (mostly). That's about as honest as an admission you'll get. *smile*
The thing is . . . the thing is: I have to ask myself how much do I keep it real here? My honest admissions might hurt my kids or my spouse or my extended family or friends - and, that would never be my intention. I will only really ever tell my story, but my story mingles with other people's stories . . . so I'm sharing a bit of them, too. Maybe they are more private than I am. I don't know. SO, I try to be careful.
And, there are other privacy concerns: our safety. I can only be "so" vigilant, then it all hinges on trust.
Lately, I have been having a hard time accepting that I am getting older. I am grateful to be getting older 'cos it means I'm not dead. However, it's just that I'm more keenly aware of time ticking . . . and all the things I haven't yet done - but I don't let it make me sad in any way. I just get a wee bit anxious now and again. I don't like my gray hairs . . . they are really pissing me off. Which is why I put off cutting my hair for so long 'cos they show. My hair is too short to cover with dye every five weeks - it's not worth the effort. Therefore, I'm trying to embrace the change. And, holy hell, it.is.hard!
I'm worried about my daughter's neck. We pretty much understand that it's stress-related/induced. However. She knows what she needs to do, but isn't. That, my friends, is the cut mustard right there. It is so unbelievably frustrating. I wish my stress was in my neck, 'cos my ass is on fire from all the trips to the loo over the worrying. (How's that for real?) I'm not kidding. Cottonelle really needs to re-think what they call soft!
Of course, then, there is Connor. Well, I always intuitively thought he has some kind of learning issues. I sought help for him - testing, anything! - to help him with making some success with school. He has always hated school - and, it's because it does not come easy to him (even though he is particularly bright). I think we may be finally - finally! - getting some answers soon. We have a consult to get him tested for ADD. It's either that or he has anxiety and mild depression and anger because of something else. I think he has ADD - the silent kind that eats away at a persons self-confidence and self-esteem. God knows, we have loved him from the beginning and have supported him etc. etc., so something else is going on. And, my friends, it has been stressful.
Home schooling Christian is going well. We have ground rules that are working for us. It's not always peachy 'cos after all it is still school . . . structured learning. But, he wants to be here - that's all the difference!
I am going to try and use the time Dan is away on a trip for work to get my home better organized. So far I have made some significant difference in my bedroom (the most stress-inducing room in this house, actually). Our bedroom cannot be a dumping ground any more. We make a decision to keep (if that is the case, where? not in here) or throw away/donate/sell (to the garage for out-sourcing). I want to become a bit more minimalist. Well, simplify things a bit more. Less to "worry" about or, as in our case, pack up and move again later.
There is no definitive word yet, but it looks more and more like we're staying in HI another three years. I'm indifferent, really. It's nice here so we'll just soak up more of it and get good and properly sick of it. Me? I'm really ready to retire and settle down somewhere in our own home. Hell, bury me in the yard kind of thing. Move in and stay put.
But, in my world: just not yet.
It's All A Question
I took this blog private for about a week and only two people asked me about it.
I'm still considering either going back to private and issuing invites (really, it is kind of a hassle) or just quitting (which I doubt I'll do). But, I need time to decide what exactly it is I'm doing here (blogging).
I could list many things here about what I'm thinking . . . but it's best if I don't. A blog (like Facebook) is just another means to reach out to others, I reckon. I find it, some of the time, a weird relationship.
I'm still considering either going back to private and issuing invites (really, it is kind of a hassle) or just quitting (which I doubt I'll do). But, I need time to decide what exactly it is I'm doing here (blogging).
I could list many things here about what I'm thinking . . . but it's best if I don't. A blog (like Facebook) is just another means to reach out to others, I reckon. I find it, some of the time, a weird relationship.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Mix and Match Post
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| Here is a cute coffee cup my neighbour's son gave me for my birthday. |
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| Chocolates for my birthday from a dear friend (and the necklace from another friend who offered a pay it forward on FB). |
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| The "cone of shame". I have to do something to keep her from chewing herself to death. I give her breaks, but not too long or she goes right back to gnawing her paws off. |
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| Almost done! My first piece with linen! |
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| All the stitching done, but I cannot add on the memory thread (has wire in it) until after I've done the finishing care (wash, roll up in a towel to aid drying, finish drying by carefully layering cloth and ironing . .. then I can use "invisible" thread to anchor that sucker on and then I can say I'm done!). However, it's never done until it's framed or put into something for use/display. I'll likely frame it and give it to my parents for Christmas. Maybe. |
Friday, October 14, 2011
Hau'oli La Hanau, to ME!
And for those of you (poor saps!) that missed it on FB, this is what a daft eejit looks like:
“Sing like no one's listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching, and live like its heaven on earth.” - Mark Twain
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Cutting Edge
Here's what Teenie and I did to our locks today:
This one added (in the wrong place, I might add!) for a side shot so you can see the back. Dawn had asked about this and for some reason, I can't get it to e-mail to her so I'm sharing with everyone. Ha!
This one added (in the wrong place, I might add!) for a side shot so you can see the back. Dawn had asked about this and for some reason, I can't get it to e-mail to her so I'm sharing with everyone. Ha!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Bless Us O Lord...: Chocolate Revel Bars
Mary333, or anyone else interested in some delicious treats! (Barbara's other recipes are just as wonderful), since you asked: this is the easiest way to get you into some good eats/baking!
Bless Us O Lord...: Chocolate Revel Bars
Bless Us O Lord...: Chocolate Revel Bars
Friday, September 23, 2011
Conference
The new region (Pacific) in MCCW (Military Council of Catholic Women) has had its inaugural conference over the last weekend (Sept. 16-18) at the Saint Anthony Retreat Center in Kalihi on the island of O'ahu. The region consists of military chapels in Hawai'i, Guam, Japan, and Korea. We are so blessed that Hawai'i hosted this event (so it was easy for me to commit to!) and that Guam and Korea both represented with lovely women in attendance (and a few with babes-in-arms!!! my poor ovaries!!!)! Our keynote speaker was Marie Joseph. Her ministry is Fired Up Catholics (click to read more about this ministry).
I truly enjoyed this conference and got so much from being present. Mass every day! Confession! Nocturnal Adoration! Fellowship! Speakers! C'mon, it was bloody brilliant! My hat is off to our Regional Board for seeing the dream come to fruition!
I am currently in Day 2 of the Fired Up Catholics 30-day spiritual cleanse. I'll post more about this at another time, if I am lead by the Holy Spirit to do so.
In the mean time, here are some pictures (credit goes to Loretta; not sharing more of her name or any one's names in the pictures or privacy reasons. If in any event I am asked to remove the pictures, which I doubt, but if so, I shall; enjoy then!).
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of Your Priests and Your Church!
I truly enjoyed this conference and got so much from being present. Mass every day! Confession! Nocturnal Adoration! Fellowship! Speakers! C'mon, it was bloody brilliant! My hat is off to our Regional Board for seeing the dream come to fruition!
I am currently in Day 2 of the Fired Up Catholics 30-day spiritual cleanse. I'll post more about this at another time, if I am lead by the Holy Spirit to do so.
In the mean time, here are some pictures (credit goes to Loretta; not sharing more of her name or any one's names in the pictures or privacy reasons. If in any event I am asked to remove the pictures, which I doubt, but if so, I shall; enjoy then!).
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| Do I always stand like an eejit? |
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| Me smiling "weird" but rockin' the new Lu jewelry pieces! |
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| Kalihi is beautiful for a retreat center. |
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| Mass (see, I'm so holy!!!) |
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| Our priests! Please pray for them! |
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| You can't listen to Marie Joseph without having a laugh. |
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| Marie praying with me. I think I said something horrible, yeah? :) |
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| Marie and her friend, K. |
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| This just looks really funny, but I'm actually leading the ladies in the Second Station. By the time we got to the Cross at the end, the skies opened up on us! |
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| Jesus, in the Most Blessed Sacrament of the Altar. |
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| I like this picture. It astounds me how I favour my father so much in this picture. |
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| Pajama party! |
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| This baby is another woman's baby, but I 'stole' her for a bit. Here I am sharing the baby. I do that. I don't think I'll ever get over not having any more of my own. I don't want to rush the granny stage just yet, so I "take over" other ladies babes. I try to be cautious, because I will give them back! |
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| I am picking through the fried Spam. Lord alive, I did eat some. It wasn't so bad, but I'm not stocking it in my kitchen. |
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| Fr. Paul (who is a priest for the retreat center) treated us to a wonderful hula from a local. She did the hula to a Hawaiian version of Let This Be Our Prayer (Celene Dion). It was so lovely! |
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| ovary twang! |
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| group shot! Wonderful wonderful people! |
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| Another group shot (and if you look, you see I'm making a silly face). |
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of Your Priests and Your Church!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Speaking of Anniversaries . . . Here's An Happy One!
Marriage is triply indissoluble: first, because the essence of love is mutual self-giving without reservation; second, because it is an image of God's unconditional faithfulness to his creation; and third, because it represents Christ's devotion to his Church, even unto death on the Cross. [1605, 1612-1617, 1661] CCC
At a time when 50 percent of marriages in many places end in divorce, every marriage that lasts is a great sign - ultimately a sign for God. On this earth, where so much is relative, people ought to believe in God, who alone is absolute. That is why everything that is not relative is so important: someone who speaks the truth absolutely or is absolutely loyal. Absolute fidelity in marriage is not so much a human achievement as it is a testimony to the faithfulness of God, who is there even when we betray or forget him in so many ways. To be married in the Church means to rely more on God's help than on one's own resources of love. [YouCat pg.151]
To make it 19 years is something else! Thank you, God, for seeing my need for help through the very human man of my husband, Dan. You, Lord, know exactly what You are doing, so I'm letting go and letting You continue to lead us. Our lives (our marriage) is Yours and, we hope our lives (and our marriage) is pleasing to You. We are Yours.
I love you, Dan. Thank you for the privilege of a lifetime to be your wife, the mother of your children, and your friend.
At a time when 50 percent of marriages in many places end in divorce, every marriage that lasts is a great sign - ultimately a sign for God. On this earth, where so much is relative, people ought to believe in God, who alone is absolute. That is why everything that is not relative is so important: someone who speaks the truth absolutely or is absolutely loyal. Absolute fidelity in marriage is not so much a human achievement as it is a testimony to the faithfulness of God, who is there even when we betray or forget him in so many ways. To be married in the Church means to rely more on God's help than on one's own resources of love. [YouCat pg.151]
To make it 19 years is something else! Thank you, God, for seeing my need for help through the very human man of my husband, Dan. You, Lord, know exactly what You are doing, so I'm letting go and letting You continue to lead us. Our lives (our marriage) is Yours and, we hope our lives (and our marriage) is pleasing to You. We are Yours.
I love you, Dan. Thank you for the privilege of a lifetime to be your wife, the mother of your children, and your friend.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11
It is a solemn day, as it should be, for all of us. We all share in this life, this world, and, when one is taken (or many) we should stand in solidarity in love. We have all paid a price in this terrorist attack ten years ago. We've all lost someone or something. I don't believe for one minute that this attack was just a stab in the dark at America, even if that is what "they" think. It hurt the world.
I remember where I was: physically, spiritually, and emotionally that day. I think we all do. I was likely as afraid for my life (and my family and neighbours) as the next guy. I didn't have to be in the commotion to feel like I was part of the terror. However . . .
. . . there was my Faith.
Connor didn't get home from school until just after 5pm that day (if I remember correctly), because soldiers were boarding every bus and rig that tried to enter the Fort that day. But, I didn't care how long it took for him to be returned to me . . . only that he was. My younger two were with me all day, and, except for that short trip out to the dentist to check Christian's tooth he'd knocked out the night before (which, I had restored to its proper place, thank you very much), we waited.
I waited to hear from Dan. He was overseas on an unaccompanied tour right in the middle of our aggressors waters . . . when he called, my heart was restored to me. I had my kids with me and he could rest easy in our relative safety (at least for the time being). And, again, we had our Faith.
The things of this world can shake me, move me, and eventually lay me flat . . . but I stand convinced of this:
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39).
There is great benefit in having Faith. He restores all things: the Earth, people, our souls, and our livelihood. Our outlook, even! When we see others through His eyes, we are compelled to love . . . even when it is difficult to love our enemies, Jesus insists that we must! I do not want to harbor hatred in my heart - it's such a heavy burden. Let Christ lift off the yolk of this world for you, so that you can lovingly mean it when you pray, "Our Father, Who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. . . . "
St. Francis of Assisi, ora pro nobis. Amen.
I remember where I was: physically, spiritually, and emotionally that day. I think we all do. I was likely as afraid for my life (and my family and neighbours) as the next guy. I didn't have to be in the commotion to feel like I was part of the terror. However . . .
. . . there was my Faith.
Connor didn't get home from school until just after 5pm that day (if I remember correctly), because soldiers were boarding every bus and rig that tried to enter the Fort that day. But, I didn't care how long it took for him to be returned to me . . . only that he was. My younger two were with me all day, and, except for that short trip out to the dentist to check Christian's tooth he'd knocked out the night before (which, I had restored to its proper place, thank you very much), we waited.
I waited to hear from Dan. He was overseas on an unaccompanied tour right in the middle of our aggressors waters . . . when he called, my heart was restored to me. I had my kids with me and he could rest easy in our relative safety (at least for the time being). And, again, we had our Faith.
The things of this world can shake me, move me, and eventually lay me flat . . . but I stand convinced of this:
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39).
There is great benefit in having Faith. He restores all things: the Earth, people, our souls, and our livelihood. Our outlook, even! When we see others through His eyes, we are compelled to love . . . even when it is difficult to love our enemies, Jesus insists that we must! I do not want to harbor hatred in my heart - it's such a heavy burden. Let Christ lift off the yolk of this world for you, so that you can lovingly mean it when you pray, "Our Father, Who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. . . . "
St. Francis of Assisi, ora pro nobis. Amen.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Storming Heaven
I believe in prayer.
My life is a prayer.
I desire more prayer.
I pray for all of my blogging and FB friends (not always by name, but generally). If you wish to be prayed for by name, let me know and I'll add it on and actually SAY your name and think of you when I pray.
I want to be a Saint one day . . . so I can continue to intercede for you all for eternity.
But, sinner as I am, the least of all that I am, I ask you to humbly pray for me, too.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, ora pro nobis. Amen.
My life is a prayer.
I desire more prayer.
I pray for all of my blogging and FB friends (not always by name, but generally). If you wish to be prayed for by name, let me know and I'll add it on and actually SAY your name and think of you when I pray.
I want to be a Saint one day . . . so I can continue to intercede for you all for eternity.
But, sinner as I am, the least of all that I am, I ask you to humbly pray for me, too.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, ora pro nobis. Amen.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Unreasonable Irritable-ness
Lately, I've been on the hormonal train of "get outta my way or I'll kick your backside". It's a wreck! It's not working for me. And, I fear, I may snap (and have, embarrassing as it is to admit) at people - even those I love. Only when I've realized I'm being irrational do I check my calendar and do some calculating.
It's definitely hormones. Too many of them, if you ask me!However, you do not have to ask, because I am already spilling the beans.
Little things that mildly amuse or irritate me (depending upon whom is saying/writing things to me) can set my teeth on edge. It's particularly difficult to discern in this kind of medium the "tone" (again, with the "tone", Sarah!). When I am being more rational (I'm never completely rational, I don't think), I take things in stride and I don't overreact. However, the past few months, I've been more a nutter than ever over the tiniest of things.
I just want to say: I am so sorry. If I come across as ridiculously impatient or unusually out of sorts, I am so sorry. I can help this behaviour; I know that I have a choice! Some time I slip. Please forgive me.
I have more issues on Facebook than here, of course, but some of you are my friends on FB as well. So, you have likely read my idiocy. I try and keep it real and honest all of the time. I un-friended some people in a whirlwind of being upset at them . . . and it was wrong. I should just delete what they say and move on; say a prayer. It is not easy for me to do with these old woman surging hormones. I cannot understand it, but that is what it is! No wonder people make such fun of menopausal women. I believe I am in peri-menopause (which can last what seems ages when you're in it, but which is anywhere from 5-10 years - which, at my age is lightning fast at times). Not fast enough when I'm waking in the night drenched in sweat from an internal fire bath! Yes, I've had done three times since last year.
Please just be patient with this tottering old fool of a lady . . . as I come to slippery grips with my aging.
It's definitely hormones. Too many of them, if you ask me!
Little things that mildly amuse or irritate me (depending upon whom is saying/writing things to me) can set my teeth on edge. It's particularly difficult to discern in this kind of medium the "tone" (again, with the "tone", Sarah!). When I am being more rational (I'm never completely rational, I don't think), I take things in stride and I don't overreact. However, the past few months, I've been more a nutter than ever over the tiniest of things.
I just want to say: I am so sorry. If I come across as ridiculously impatient or unusually out of sorts, I am so sorry. I can help this behaviour; I know that I have a choice! Some time I slip. Please forgive me.
I have more issues on Facebook than here, of course, but some of you are my friends on FB as well. So, you have likely read my idiocy. I try and keep it real and honest all of the time. I un-friended some people in a whirlwind of being upset at them . . . and it was wrong. I should just delete what they say and move on; say a prayer. It is not easy for me to do with these old woman surging hormones. I cannot understand it, but that is what it is! No wonder people make such fun of menopausal women. I believe I am in peri-menopause (which can last what seems ages when you're in it, but which is anywhere from 5-10 years - which, at my age is lightning fast at times). Not fast enough when I'm waking in the night drenched in sweat from an internal fire bath! Yes, I've had done three times since last year.
Please just be patient with this tottering old fool of a lady . . . as I come to slippery grips with my aging.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Daybook (or rather, Nightbook)
Outside my window . . . dark, because it is night.
I am thinking . . . I am exhausted and want to go to bed, but I will await Connor returning from his first concert (Korn at Blaisdell arena) some time around ten o'clock, I reckon.
I am thankful for . . . the food we have in our 'fridge . . . even though I have to do the marketing to get it there.
From the lesson plans . . . Christian aced his first algebra test!
From the kitchen . . . I just cleaned up all the dishes and the dish washer is running. I hope to have time tomorrow to make homemade rolls with Christian.
I am wearing . . . jeans and a Hawaii 5-O crew shirt.
I am creating . . . Well, tonight I stitched Christian's name, date of birth, and birth weight on his "baby" cross stitch (ahem). I had to put it down so many times over the years! I get distracted! There's one part of this that I will make a second attempt on: there's green "embroidery" for stems and leaves that, left off, wouldn't make a big difference, but I'll always know it's not there . . . so I will try again this week to do so.
I am reading . . . the life of Anne Catherine Emmerich. I did stop that to read the new book out on media called "The Church and New Media" by Brandon Vogt. I think every Church/parish should have this book if for only one reason: to get with the times. It really resonated with me when one of the contributing authors wrote about how much time we don't have to sit in the pew for announcements; that, few of us pay any attention to them and few of us find the printed bulletin worth reading. Good point! Create a website; let parishioners elect to sign up for certain emails etc.. Great ideas! I'm going to give my copy to my chapel.
I am hoping . . . Connor is enjoying the concert.
I am hearing . . . blessedly, very little. It's fairly quiet.
Around the house . . . I'll clean the bathrooms tomorrow, I think. Maybe only one. No pressure. I do not want to strain my back again any time soon. However, that's no excuse to not clean them.
I am going . . . to the commissary tomorrow to get a few "needs" and right now, that thought doesn't discourage me in the least - which is surprising!
One of my favourite things . . . fresh cut strawberries . . . of which there are some in the 'fridge (Rachel cut them up and added sugar, which is fine, but I'd eat them w/out the sugar) to eat tomorrow morning.
I am praying for . . . primarily Kalona, but adding on those who need to help in the process of living with illness (whether able to be cured or just going through the process to try to be healed etc.). I'm also praying for my children and their future vocations!
A few plans for the rest of the week . . . all I know is the weekend is full of stuff to do (and I'm not sure I'm too excited about all that).
Thought for the day:
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. - Douglas Adams
And a picture thought:
This is Father Daren and my children. He came to bless our home and eat with us. It was a blessing to get to know him better in person! I hope that Esther, Easter, and all of us can get together again upon his next visit (which will be soon, God willing).
And another:
The koa wood honu turtles in our stairwell, under a large window. Each one represents one of our children and the picture is a print of the meaning of Aloha with two leis, which represent Dan and I.
I am thinking . . . I am exhausted and want to go to bed, but I will await Connor returning from his first concert (Korn at Blaisdell arena) some time around ten o'clock, I reckon.
I am thankful for . . . the food we have in our 'fridge . . . even though I have to do the marketing to get it there.
From the lesson plans . . . Christian aced his first algebra test!
From the kitchen . . . I just cleaned up all the dishes and the dish washer is running. I hope to have time tomorrow to make homemade rolls with Christian.
I am wearing . . . jeans and a Hawaii 5-O crew shirt.
I am creating . . . Well, tonight I stitched Christian's name, date of birth, and birth weight on his "baby" cross stitch (ahem). I had to put it down so many times over the years! I get distracted! There's one part of this that I will make a second attempt on: there's green "embroidery" for stems and leaves that, left off, wouldn't make a big difference, but I'll always know it's not there . . . so I will try again this week to do so.
I am reading . . . the life of Anne Catherine Emmerich. I did stop that to read the new book out on media called "The Church and New Media" by Brandon Vogt. I think every Church/parish should have this book if for only one reason: to get with the times. It really resonated with me when one of the contributing authors wrote about how much time we don't have to sit in the pew for announcements; that, few of us pay any attention to them and few of us find the printed bulletin worth reading. Good point! Create a website; let parishioners elect to sign up for certain emails etc.. Great ideas! I'm going to give my copy to my chapel.
I am hoping . . . Connor is enjoying the concert.
I am hearing . . . blessedly, very little. It's fairly quiet.
Around the house . . . I'll clean the bathrooms tomorrow, I think. Maybe only one. No pressure. I do not want to strain my back again any time soon. However, that's no excuse to not clean them.
I am going . . . to the commissary tomorrow to get a few "needs" and right now, that thought doesn't discourage me in the least - which is surprising!
One of my favourite things . . . fresh cut strawberries . . . of which there are some in the 'fridge (Rachel cut them up and added sugar, which is fine, but I'd eat them w/out the sugar) to eat tomorrow morning.
I am praying for . . . primarily Kalona, but adding on those who need to help in the process of living with illness (whether able to be cured or just going through the process to try to be healed etc.). I'm also praying for my children and their future vocations!
A few plans for the rest of the week . . . all I know is the weekend is full of stuff to do (and I'm not sure I'm too excited about all that).
Thought for the day:
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. - Douglas Adams
And a picture thought:
This is Father Daren and my children. He came to bless our home and eat with us. It was a blessing to get to know him better in person! I hope that Esther, Easter, and all of us can get together again upon his next visit (which will be soon, God willing).
And another:
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Patron Saint Meme
Mahalo, Esther, for this tag!
The rules are as follows:
What a blessing this would be, no? I'm pretty sure some would suggest I be the patroness of laughter/comedy/anglophiles. Maybe that's just me thinking too highly of myself. I reckon I'd be the patroness of distressing bowel troubles. Yes, that's me. A perfect fit!
Ave Maria!
I tag: Dawn, Jennifer, Barbara, Alexa, and Suzanne.
The rules are as follows:
"Assuming you are a saint, and your cause has been executed, your miracles confirmed, your date on the calendar established, all that is required is to select that of which Holy Mother Church will name you Patron (ess) of.
For this meme, you must name your patronage
and then tag 5 other people who would like to play along.
Linking your answer to your nominator's post would make it easier to get your answers."
What a blessing this would be, no? I'm pretty sure some would suggest I be the patroness of laughter/comedy/anglophiles. Maybe that's just me thinking too highly of myself. I reckon I'd be the patroness of distressing bowel troubles. Yes, that's me. A perfect fit!
Ave Maria!
I tag: Dawn, Jennifer, Barbara, Alexa, and Suzanne.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I'm Trying Not to Whine
I pulled a muscle or two (or several?) in my lower back on Wednesday afternoon. I don't remember a particular moment of ZAP! and it happened, but when I bent over to finish cleaning the toilet, I started to feel it catching. Ach du libre!
I have never had any issues with my back, so I'm grateful for that now that I know what it is like! I cannot lie on the floor - it's disgusting and disgustingly boring (I can't hold a book up to read, I can't watch the telly; it's just "being" and I only want that kind of being when I want that kind of being!!!!!) So, I go between lying on my bed where I can watch a bit of telly or read (for about twenty minute stretches) or sitting (the most painful thing to do - really!), and walking about.
It's really rather ridiculous. The first night, I laughed and the pain peaked before bed. Yesterday morning it was a bit rickety, but manageable. By the time I went to bed last night I was actually hopeful I'd wake up almost good as new, as I was feeling that much better!
Alas! Today it is much like the "peak" moments of that first night. I just took 1000 mg of extra strength Tylenol. If it's like this at all tomorrow, I'm going to have Dan take me to Trippler for some big gun drugs. I think I can take it. The pain, that is. I really do. I have thus far, and, I think I can continue to.
As long as I keep my sense of humour.
I have never had any issues with my back, so I'm grateful for that now that I know what it is like! I cannot lie on the floor - it's disgusting and disgustingly boring (I can't hold a book up to read, I can't watch the telly; it's just "being" and I only want that kind of being when I want that kind of being!!!!!) So, I go between lying on my bed where I can watch a bit of telly or read (for about twenty minute stretches) or sitting (the most painful thing to do - really!), and walking about.
It's really rather ridiculous. The first night, I laughed and the pain peaked before bed. Yesterday morning it was a bit rickety, but manageable. By the time I went to bed last night I was actually hopeful I'd wake up almost good as new, as I was feeling that much better!
Alas! Today it is much like the "peak" moments of that first night. I just took 1000 mg of extra strength Tylenol. If it's like this at all tomorrow, I'm going to have Dan take me to Trippler for some big gun drugs. I think I can take it. The pain, that is. I really do. I have thus far, and, I think I can continue to.
As long as I keep my sense of humour.
Friday, July 22, 2011
What's Happening Hot Stuff?
I went to the library earlier this week and picked up some books to read. You are all surprised by this no doubt! One of them is the book Steven Tyler wrote about himself. I know it's called an autobiography, but what I would call it is . . . not for me. I thought as much back when it was first advertised and almost bought it. I'm so glad I did not buy it and I'll be returning it to the library with only two chapters read. I looked at the pictures, too. I expect that a rock star would use certain language and have lived a certain flamboyant life that includes excesses of sex, drugs, and drinking. I "get" that rockers can be a bit crass and crude. However . . . this is his legacy? A book about all that with excessive cussing and crude remarks? Of course, to be fair, the book isn't the sum total of who Steven Tyler is - it's definitely who he was, but I don't want to really know all that. That should be private. ((Not Hot))
What is hot is this country. Sweltering. Unforgiving. HOT! I am praying for everyone to stay alive - the elderly and young are really susceptible to dying in this kind of heat. You all know I live in Hawaii, but it's not nearly as unbearably hot as the rest of the country. Not even. I suffer in 85 degrees with the sweat trickling down my back and front like a waterfall. I can't imagine the heat y'all are suffering.
I nicked this lovely picture from Easter's blog. Rachel hasn't risen out of bed yet to upload the ones she took with her toy. Thanks, Easter! (right to left: Fr. Daren Zehnle, me, Easter, and Esther). I love to meet up with blogger friends in real life. I have to ponder at this moment just how blessed I am! This was the first time I was able to meet Father Daren (he frequents the island from time to time) and Esther. Easter and I have met a few times (and I just love her!!!) . . . Now I can love Father and Esther just as much, too! Oh, I did before! Trust me. Wonderful people! We hope to host Father in our humble home Sunday afternoon. He will bless our home and have supper with us. I'll get a pie from Anne Miller's (I can bake an apple pie, but theirs is better; apple pie is all I can do as far as pies are concerned). We did discuss popping in to AM for pies but I think it was getting late (almost 10pm) when we left Bravo's. I know this is terrible of me, but I asked him to come Sunday afternoon rather than tomorrow to "buy more time" to get my house in order. I know y'all understand that. But, no worries. We'll (me and the kids, yes the kids!!!) are going to whip this ship into shape today. In case plans change and tomorrow is the only day he can come - I want to be ready!
I remember telling Father that I wasn't too certain that I wanted to link my blog up to Facebook. I have this human weakness about exposing myself too much to those I already know in real life. It makes absolute zero sense. I cannot live in a bubble assuming I'm protecting myself from criticisms of others. I either believe what I write here or I do not. Well, I do. And, I actually OWE those I know the real me. Right? So, some how I'll try and link this up (not sure how, but we'll all know if I get it right). Besides, I cannot help it if I might make some people uncomfortable. Some people make me uncomfortable, but I don't love them any less.
Well, I need to roll up my sleeves and get busy around here. The Princess of Procrastination needs to get moving!
What is hot is this country. Sweltering. Unforgiving. HOT! I am praying for everyone to stay alive - the elderly and young are really susceptible to dying in this kind of heat. You all know I live in Hawaii, but it's not nearly as unbearably hot as the rest of the country. Not even. I suffer in 85 degrees with the sweat trickling down my back and front like a waterfall. I can't imagine the heat y'all are suffering.
I nicked this lovely picture from Easter's blog. Rachel hasn't risen out of bed yet to upload the ones she took with her toy. Thanks, Easter! (right to left: Fr. Daren Zehnle, me, Easter, and Esther). I love to meet up with blogger friends in real life. I have to ponder at this moment just how blessed I am! This was the first time I was able to meet Father Daren (he frequents the island from time to time) and Esther. Easter and I have met a few times (and I just love her!!!) . . . Now I can love Father and Esther just as much, too! Oh, I did before! Trust me. Wonderful people! We hope to host Father in our humble home Sunday afternoon. He will bless our home and have supper with us. I'll get a pie from Anne Miller's (I can bake an apple pie, but theirs is better; apple pie is all I can do as far as pies are concerned). We did discuss popping in to AM for pies but I think it was getting late (almost 10pm) when we left Bravo's. I know this is terrible of me, but I asked him to come Sunday afternoon rather than tomorrow to "buy more time" to get my house in order. I know y'all understand that. But, no worries. We'll (me and the kids, yes the kids!!!) are going to whip this ship into shape today. In case plans change and tomorrow is the only day he can come - I want to be ready!
I remember telling Father that I wasn't too certain that I wanted to link my blog up to Facebook. I have this human weakness about exposing myself too much to those I already know in real life. It makes absolute zero sense. I cannot live in a bubble assuming I'm protecting myself from criticisms of others. I either believe what I write here or I do not. Well, I do. And, I actually OWE those I know the real me. Right? So, some how I'll try and link this up (not sure how, but we'll all know if I get it right). Besides, I cannot help it if I might make some people uncomfortable. Some people make me uncomfortable, but I don't love them any less.
Well, I need to roll up my sleeves and get busy around here. The Princess of Procrastination needs to get moving!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Sharing, Because It's Too Beautiful Not To . . .
From the Damien-Dutton Society for Leprosy Aid, Inc. 616 Bedford Ave., Bellmore, NY 11710: (a prayer card I picked up at a church in Baltimore at the MCCW Worldwide conference last October):
COME, HOLY SPIRIT
Replace the tension within us with a holy relaxation.
Replace the turbulence within us with a sacred calm.
Replace the anxiety within us with a quiet confidence.
Replace the fear within us with a strong faith.
Replace the bitterness within us with the sweetness of grace.
Replace the darkness within us with a gentle light.
Replace the coldness within us with a loving warmth.
Replace the night within us with Thy day.
Replace the winter within us with Thy spring.
Straighten out our crookedness,
Fill our emptiness,
Dull the edge of our pride,
Sharpen the edge of our humility,
Light the fires of our love,
Quench the flames of our lust.
Let us see ourselves as Thou seest us,
That we may see Thee as Thou hast promised,
And be blessed according to Thy word:
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God.
COME, HOLY SPIRIT
Replace the tension within us with a holy relaxation.
Replace the turbulence within us with a sacred calm.
Replace the anxiety within us with a quiet confidence.
Replace the fear within us with a strong faith.
Replace the bitterness within us with the sweetness of grace.
Replace the darkness within us with a gentle light.
Replace the coldness within us with a loving warmth.
Replace the night within us with Thy day.
Replace the winter within us with Thy spring.
Straighten out our crookedness,
Fill our emptiness,
Dull the edge of our pride,
Sharpen the edge of our humility,
Light the fires of our love,
Quench the flames of our lust.
Let us see ourselves as Thou seest us,
That we may see Thee as Thou hast promised,
And be blessed according to Thy word:
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they shall see God.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Words Might Come To Me . . . .
The Bainbridge Island High School Graduating Class of 1988 has lost another member. Rest in peace, Bryan Sanders. I am so blessed to have caught up with you through Facebook and all the chats we had on the phone these last few months. You taught me a lot about accepting a situation and living regardless of it. So, complications from diabetes finally took your last breath, but I'm betting God and his angels are helping you along in a much better place now. You can see once again and do all those things you haven't been able to do for so many years now. You'll still be making me laugh here, because I'll always remember you and how you so easily chuckled and made light of every situation. Thank you for making me think about what to make my family for dinner every night. I'll never forget you always asking that. Life is food and food is life. Thanks for making it fun!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Checking In and About Forgivness and Love
I wrote and tried to post yesterday, but the "save feature" of Blogger was on the fritz, I think. Needless to say, my post is gone and nowhere to be found. Blogger certainly has its days where it sorely disappoints me. I wanted to post about the show on OWN called "Finding Sarah" (as in the Duchess of York). In a nutshell, I cry when I watch her journey in trying to find herself. She, not unlike the rest of humanity, just wants to be loved and admired. However, her need is terribly great, because she doesn't know how to grieve what is lost (even when it's been lost for years - because she never really grieved in the first place). She felt abandoned by her mother at age twelve (her mum ran off to Argentina with a lover), and, her life spiraled from one thing to another when she wed Prince Andrew. She had the Queen's admiration and the public - respect and love from everyone! However, she is a royal and cannot share her heartaches - she must wear a mask and continue to beat down and ignore any anger, rage, or sadness in her life.
She's an approval seeking addict. Even when it's negative press. When I watch her respond to inquiries from professionals trying to help her, I can see she is lost. She has been conditioned to just BE and KEEP SMILING. She's on the road to recovery, because she wants it so badly, but also because she's learning about herself and finding out that it is okay to be angry and experience her emotions.
I went through a similar process several years ago. Whether it is true or not, what a child feels or believes is very real at the time. I believed my mother didn't love me. I know, as an adult, that that was never true. I can acknowledge that my mother loved me the only way she knew how to at the time (and there was a lot of pain and unresolved things in her own life then). My mother's love toward me was very stilted and conditional - and, I think even she would allow that as a truth (if she could actually think about it w/out thinking I was being unforgiving in bringing it up). My mother is definitely a different species of challenged, but I love her right where she is at (and it can be a huge effort, trust me, because she would believe me to be accusing her of something rather than just acknowledging where I was coming from). So, I'm never pointing a finger - just saying "this is how it was" . . . but for some reason my mum can't go there. So, I don't even try to bring it up in conversation. Yes, she was horribly mean to me with the things she said to me growing up. I could not win, because she chose me to terrorize when the mean spirit took over. Her tongue was a weapon. It still is. But, I know that it's her mental illness - not her. She is a beautiful Christian woman, who has always prayed for us. That is the image I try and keep in my minds eye when I think on my mum.
Forgiveness brings us peace. It brings us understanding. When I look at my mum, I have to realize that she, too, is a human being who wants so desperately to be noticed and loved. Just like me. Just like you. It isn't easy when we are rejected and hurting and God is asking us to be the first to forgive AND be willing to stand there alone if the other party can't or won't join us. It is terribly lonely to be in that position of forgiving and getting nothing from the other person(s). But, we have to accept that some folks are not going to meet us there, and, it is uncomfortable. We must always put those things to prayer. We must trust God with our feelings of helplessness in those circumstances. He will help us with that burden.
This is what I am hoping Sarah Ferguson finds on her journey . . . forgiveness does not excuse bad behaviour, but it does open the floodgates of our hearts to love ourselves and others more freely. I pray she does find herself so that she can love herself as Christ loves her.
To know Christ is to know love. His place is a beautiful place to be. Knowing we are all welcome means knowing that we must love . . . unconditionally . . . each and every other person. We are our brother's keeper. We must invite everyone along on this journey to Him.
She's an approval seeking addict. Even when it's negative press. When I watch her respond to inquiries from professionals trying to help her, I can see she is lost. She has been conditioned to just BE and KEEP SMILING. She's on the road to recovery, because she wants it so badly, but also because she's learning about herself and finding out that it is okay to be angry and experience her emotions.
I went through a similar process several years ago. Whether it is true or not, what a child feels or believes is very real at the time. I believed my mother didn't love me. I know, as an adult, that that was never true. I can acknowledge that my mother loved me the only way she knew how to at the time (and there was a lot of pain and unresolved things in her own life then). My mother's love toward me was very stilted and conditional - and, I think even she would allow that as a truth (if she could actually think about it w/out thinking I was being unforgiving in bringing it up). My mother is definitely a different species of challenged, but I love her right where she is at (and it can be a huge effort, trust me, because she would believe me to be accusing her of something rather than just acknowledging where I was coming from). So, I'm never pointing a finger - just saying "this is how it was" . . . but for some reason my mum can't go there. So, I don't even try to bring it up in conversation. Yes, she was horribly mean to me with the things she said to me growing up. I could not win, because she chose me to terrorize when the mean spirit took over. Her tongue was a weapon. It still is. But, I know that it's her mental illness - not her. She is a beautiful Christian woman, who has always prayed for us. That is the image I try and keep in my minds eye when I think on my mum.
Forgiveness brings us peace. It brings us understanding. When I look at my mum, I have to realize that she, too, is a human being who wants so desperately to be noticed and loved. Just like me. Just like you. It isn't easy when we are rejected and hurting and God is asking us to be the first to forgive AND be willing to stand there alone if the other party can't or won't join us. It is terribly lonely to be in that position of forgiving and getting nothing from the other person(s). But, we have to accept that some folks are not going to meet us there, and, it is uncomfortable. We must always put those things to prayer. We must trust God with our feelings of helplessness in those circumstances. He will help us with that burden.
This is what I am hoping Sarah Ferguson finds on her journey . . . forgiveness does not excuse bad behaviour, but it does open the floodgates of our hearts to love ourselves and others more freely. I pray she does find herself so that she can love herself as Christ loves her.
To know Christ is to know love. His place is a beautiful place to be. Knowing we are all welcome means knowing that we must love . . . unconditionally . . . each and every other person. We are our brother's keeper. We must invite everyone along on this journey to Him.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
On Dental Visits
This morning, I went with Dan to the DMV to get our van re-registered (he had decided to inform me of this last night with those lovely words, "I hope you haven't anything else planned" . . . oh, boy!). We were in line for about an hour . . . for a two minute exchange. I kid you not. But, it was so pleasant. I met an elderly woman who was a wonderful conversationalist. I love that she said she's been married 54 years and that she is so grateful to have at least one grandchild. She is proud to be of Japanese heritage, but she boldly and proudly exclaimed, "I am an AMERICAN." We did have a most memorable chat.
I got home, loaded Rachel into the newly tagged van, and drove without incident to Kapolei for our annual dental cleanings. I had the boys in a few weeks ago, and Connor had one cavity (for him, that is excellent, as he has weak enamel). Rachel and I had zero cavities ourselves. I even had the fluoride treatment. Blech! But, now they have it on your teeth for only one minute. Much easier and less of a nasty taste going on than before. I've convinced my children to have it done at their next cleaning. I have done my momma dental duties by example.
Okay, the hygienist basically gave me the "be an example" speech. I'm 41-years-old. C'mon! She is just doing her job, as she reminded me. And, actually, I'm glad she had the audacity to tell me like it is. It's refreshing to have a professional actually say, "I'm trying to help you here, and you are flat-out making my job impossible." You have to keep your gum and teeth healthy, and, since I agree with that statement, I better start living it more to the letter, thereby being a better example to my children.
Smile!
I got home, loaded Rachel into the newly tagged van, and drove without incident to Kapolei for our annual dental cleanings. I had the boys in a few weeks ago, and Connor had one cavity (for him, that is excellent, as he has weak enamel). Rachel and I had zero cavities ourselves. I even had the fluoride treatment. Blech! But, now they have it on your teeth for only one minute. Much easier and less of a nasty taste going on than before. I've convinced my children to have it done at their next cleaning. I have done my momma dental duties by example.
Smile!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Just A Thought Share
Just knowing that I am a part of what God wanted . . . gives me immense satisfaction and joy.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Words from In Conversation With God
Poignant, really, so I reckon it is worth sharing . . .
But often, unfortunately, the true point of reference for us is not God, but ourselves. Hence the necessity for this continual effort to immerse ourselves in God, to be attentive to his least requirement, avoiding self-centredness in our thoughts, or at least keeping them directed to God by doing some good works specifically for him, or offering them up as sacrifices. (p. 613, volume3, Francis Fernandez)
But often, unfortunately, the true point of reference for us is not God, but ourselves. Hence the necessity for this continual effort to immerse ourselves in God, to be attentive to his least requirement, avoiding self-centredness in our thoughts, or at least keeping them directed to God by doing some good works specifically for him, or offering them up as sacrifices. (p. 613, volume3, Francis Fernandez)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I Can Do This Thing Asked of Me
Last night I had worldly fun. Nothing terrible happened, but I stand convicted nonetheless. I drank too much wine and I'm certain the creepier side of me blossomed . . . I said too much of certain things, nodded my head in unison with things maybe I didn't agree with (general things, but careless and mostly pointless things). I stooped low and smoked a cigarette. I haven't had one in yonks, but still. I'm ashamed of myself. Plus, my mouth tastes terrible. Still.
I deserve every bit of how my body feels today. It's as if I've a little bit of a stomach flu. But I know the truth: I had too much. I'm a happy tipsy gal, of course, but I like who I am when I'm not under the influence.
As I sipped at my morning coffee and set to prayer . . . I sat convicted. I know I am being hard on myself, but here's the thing: it is necessary to be so that I do not do it again. I hate feeling like crap, physically and spiritually. So, a couple of dirty things were said and heard, but I participated. I loathe that above all else. I do not want to undermine any goodness that is in me. I can't work against the message of Christ this way! Yes, of course, there is forgiveness (Yes!), but I know better than to do these things.
So I analyzed alcohol and decided that I don't need it, nor do I much want it. It's always been a social thing for me, and, rarely do I take in so much I feel this way. However, not wanting to make excuses for myself, I've come to the conclusion that (at least for the time being) I will not drink alcohol. My husband doesn't - he quit when he joined the navy in 1988. I admire this man and he's my life partner. I can honor him more by not stumbling in the front door as if I were some dumb teenager. It was almost embarrassing the way he looked at me, like, "You didn't even make us dinner." Of course, he would never say that and I'm sure he didn't even think it . . . but I'm also sure he's not happy about my antics.
I'm not happy about my antics. If I'm not, I know God can't be. So, even though alcohol isn't a "problem" I am going to avoid it. I'd rather have my coffee and be alert for life and in more control over my mind, mouth, and behaviour.
I believe this is what God is asking of me. Die to this part of myself (that clings to rebellion).
Mary, Mother of God, ora pro nobis.
I deserve every bit of how my body feels today. It's as if I've a little bit of a stomach flu. But I know the truth: I had too much. I'm a happy tipsy gal, of course, but I like who I am when I'm not under the influence.
As I sipped at my morning coffee and set to prayer . . . I sat convicted. I know I am being hard on myself, but here's the thing: it is necessary to be so that I do not do it again. I hate feeling like crap, physically and spiritually. So, a couple of dirty things were said and heard, but I participated. I loathe that above all else. I do not want to undermine any goodness that is in me. I can't work against the message of Christ this way! Yes, of course, there is forgiveness (Yes!), but I know better than to do these things.
So I analyzed alcohol and decided that I don't need it, nor do I much want it. It's always been a social thing for me, and, rarely do I take in so much I feel this way. However, not wanting to make excuses for myself, I've come to the conclusion that (at least for the time being) I will not drink alcohol. My husband doesn't - he quit when he joined the navy in 1988. I admire this man and he's my life partner. I can honor him more by not stumbling in the front door as if I were some dumb teenager. It was almost embarrassing the way he looked at me, like, "You didn't even make us dinner." Of course, he would never say that and I'm sure he didn't even think it . . . but I'm also sure he's not happy about my antics.
I'm not happy about my antics. If I'm not, I know God can't be. So, even though alcohol isn't a "problem" I am going to avoid it. I'd rather have my coffee and be alert for life and in more control over my mind, mouth, and behaviour.
I believe this is what God is asking of me. Die to this part of myself (that clings to rebellion).
Mary, Mother of God, ora pro nobis.
Monday, June 13, 2011
To "Home" and Back Again
Here's some peeks at Christian and my trip back to Washington (state). I think you can click to enlarge (if not, oops!). I also apologize for the wonky tilt-your-head-to-see-them pictures. I swear on all that is holy that I turned them correctly but they went afoul when uploading to this. Due to the sheer volume of pictures, I have opted not to fix it at the moment.
Okay, so here it is (most of it). 40 pictures (out of nearly 400). Uff da!
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| A cool bench in Poulsbo, Wa. |
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| Give us this day our daily bread. Amen. |
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| A British phone kiosk in "Little Norway" - cool, but kind of weird. |
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| My favourite bakery evah! |
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| Sly's had these delicious cookies. Yes, Vikings!!! |
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| Waving the flag a bit. |
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| Some of the main street in Poulsbo (Viking Way???) |
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| Cool salmon handrail. |
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| My pops. |
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| My pops and baby brother, Bill. This is some army bunker on Bainbridge Island. Dad and Bill took Christian on a long hike and a drive around the island one day. |
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| He's actually holding that sucker up! |
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| A cute pic of grandpa and grandson. |
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| Uncle Bill and Christian. |
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| A ferry boat from Bremerton. |
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| Christian got some good pictures that day. In fact, many of these in this post are his doing. |
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| Christian got a good chuckle out of this street name. Dad and Bill got a chuckle out of his chuckle. |
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| A Japanese memorial on the island. |
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| Seattle . . . only saw the city from a distance. Next time we're in town, I'm going to go to Pike Place Market. I lament that I didn't make it in this time. |
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| Christian at Frog Rock. |
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| Eagles Christian saw. I was jealous, but happy for him, as I hadn't seen any yet. I say yet. Because, a day later at the petrol station, there was a lone bald eagle flying overhead. I was so happy! |
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| Jen, Sabrina, Erika, and I. Old friends! |
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| My sister, Mary, and I. |
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| Mary and Christian. |
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| Mum and Christian. |
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| Me and the dern Parents! |
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| First meal after landing in Seattle . . . clam chowder and some proper coffee. And, on the ferry boat!!! |
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| See the radar ball? Yes. Well, that thing is usually parked out off the side of Ford Island (where I live), but it had been gone a while . . . only to find it in Seattle. I spied it from the taxi to the ferry boat and died laughing! |
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| High School Road, Bainbridge, with the Olympic mountains in the background. The Cascades are the ones over on the Seattle side. I double-checked with my dad just now so I wouldn't be a total dum-dum here. I would show my old high school, but there's only one building left and the original sign. Too different to really bother. |
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| At Waimea Falls last weekend with Dan, Christian, and Rachel . . . it was REALLY wet. |
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| I can't recall the names of these, but they are really funky. |
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| cock-a-doodle-do! |
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| I can't remember the name of these either, but I did cross stitch one once. |
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| White Ginger. |
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| Mama and baby peacocks. |
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| Playing with her camera before the rain really pummeled us. |
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| Wet and wild (mildy upset) at the Falls. |
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| Her camera is safe in my purse (I still have the shoulder strap marks to prove it - just kidding). |
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| This is what is keeping me busy and BLIND! Back stitching is a pain, but it's always so pretty when it is completed. |
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