14/52

52 weeks of daily life in pictures: trials and celebrations, 

the extraordinary and mundane -- 
whatever is unique to the week. 
Join me if you like.

Lovely view from the Benedictine Monastery.

Breath-taking views.

A spot I was lucky to snag after another gel left if for the grass down the hill . . . contemplation time at the retreat.

Weird angle, but eventually consumption of either can lead to weirdly viewed things. . . I don't drink as often as I would like, but that's a good thing.  I like one drink now and again:  like, now and then again!  LOL!

A little reminder that Easter is getting closer.  Lent is proving quite profitable for me.  I pray so for you.

This guy as been working double time for school.  The goal is to have quarter four done before his siblings are out of school for the summer.  By next Friday he will only concern himself with English, Algebra 1/2, and his book report. 



And, I shall concern myself with these here hens.  This is the stitchery for Dawn.  God bless her patience!  It's fun, but time consuming.  Books and crafting keep me out of the malls.



I can't believe another week has come and gone already, and yet, today I feel time was at a time-still.  I know nothing of that kind of science, but I do know the truth:  time keeps on ticking and I have so many things to do to get ready for this spa party I'm hosting here tomorrow.  I have a few gals coming, which will be nice for the consultant I'm trying to help.  If anything, this gives her a few more contacts, if not some sales.  I'm tired and cranky and feeling put out . . . but that is from FB and comments and my posts and . .. well, I think I'll avoid commenting and posting things that are controversial for a while.  People want what they want and act like eejits (both sides, rather) no matter what.  No one wants the truth unless they don't want to be lied to.  Put religion in the mix and most people get ugly.  Why?  I think I know why.  We live in an age where folks want it to be godless so they can forget they have a conscience.   

I need to go pray.

Oh, the winner of the blue knotted rosary is:  Allison!  (pst.  send me your address?)

52 Weeks

This is the catch up version . . . with very little to add . . . if you really want a better peak at last week, scroll down to my Moloka'i post where there are pictures (the post prior to that one has more commentary).  Okay, so this week was MUNDANE, but definitely not boring!

52 weeks of daily life in pictures: trials and celebrations, 

the extraordinary and mundane -- 
whatever is unique to the week. 
Join me if you like.

 

 

I cannot believe I didn't thoroughly kill this plant off yet.  Once in a while it will surprise me with beautiful blooms.  Much of the time, however, it is bereft and a bit weedy looking. 

Immensely enjoying written correspondence with a dear person who has a poets heart and loves God dearly.  I love my friends!



A rosary given to me by Christian's last year's CCD teacher, who I am beginning to become friends with.  She's a dear lady.  Yes, that is a St. Damien metal (on the reverse it's a commemoration of his ordination at Honolulu's Our Lady of Peace Cathedral.  It's more special because she made it.



I think when you make things with joy - they always bring joy to the maker as well!

In about 48 hours (because I had to set it aside for the mundane routine things, you understand) I had this finished.  Here it is w/out the back stitching.  I've made it for Regan before, but it got lost in the post so here is my second attempt! 

A goofy photo I took about three weeks ago.  This is Connor in his requested Nordic hat for Christmas (in HI?!?!) and Holly in her rabbit ears (which, she absolutely detests). 


Praying you all have a lovely and blessed weekend! 

 

8/52 & 9/52

52 weeks of daily life in pictures: trials and celebrations, 
the extraordinary and mundane -- 
whatever is unique to the week. 
Join me if you like.

Here's me for 8/52 catching up, if you will allow me . . .

Nom nom nom.

Sucked in to the PC too many hours a week.

On my throne either reading or stitching too many hours a week.

Listening to Beth talk about Journey of Faith.

Listening to Jeanne talk about Journey of Faith.

A few of the many delightful women at our local MCCW Journey of Faith talk. 

AND . . .  last but not least:

Is not an excuse to do this too many hours a week.

I'd been feeling a tad under the weather last week . . . and, yet, also bored.  Unmotivated.  So, I shared my unmotivated self with you. 

Here's this week:  only a tad bit more lively!

Jerry and I have been friends since we were both in 5th grade (? at least that long).  He was here a few days with his tug boat.  It is always good to see an old mate from high school.

Jerry could only visit a short two hours (he shred the chicken for our Chicken tortilla soup but couldn't stay to eat).

A horrendous distraction . . . I have read book I and have more than half book II done . . . Lord in Heaven, help me.  I'm reserving my opinion for the last book . . . so far it's good but too much detailed sex.  Married sex (yes, it is) but too detailed for this old gel.

A sign from Fort Meade Maryland (I had a friend there grab me one).

Adding the second of three (need to buy the third still) koa honu.  Each one represents our kids.  They are expensive so I have to buy them one at a time. 

The week of the 23rd I reckon I'll be posting pics and many words about my trip to Molokai.  I just pray I stay healthy and that the plane is safe.  LOL!  I'll be with a few of my parishioners and my priest.  If it goes down, we'll all go up.  Yeah?

7/52

6/52

The pile at the end of the hall has regenerated itself.  Damn!

Christian's guinea cage he built himself.  You can see Debbie's nose just under the animal print tarp and Ginny in a "what the heck is going on?" pose in the back corner.

I'm chuffed to bits to have this top.  I got it at Cinnamon Girl's.  I'm glad I got it since I was afraid it was to "dizzy" a print for me.   Teenie said it was "a must buy". 

Another two must-buys:  that coffee cup with surfboards by Starbucks just for Hawaii.  There's a load of cups at Starbucks that are Hawaii-esque.  I also had to have that Lu necklace about my neck. 



This book came in the mail and I had it read in under three hours.  I was familiar with her story, because I read most of it on her blog.  I think this was tamed down . . . I missed not reading about her "heiny tingles", but other than that:  great book!  Recipes in the back.  Of course!  She'll have you eating butter before you can say "cholesterol will kill the skeeter that drinks your blood!" 

52 weeks of daily life in pictures: trials and celebrations, 
the extraordinary and mundane -- 
whatever is unique to the week. 
Join us if you like.

3/52, 4/52, and 5/52 respectively . . . Good Lord! I'm A Behind!

I'm playing catch up!  But only just.  Teenie has saved me from further embarrassment . . . as I join in on the fun of the weekly post of pictures.  Nothing  is ever very mundane here, but always magical in its own wonderful way.  Join Barbara and I/us in this adventure.  Link from Barbara, if you play along, please.  Mahalo!




The cider chat at MCCW (last week?!?).  Some of us spoke about our lives or shared with each ingredient added, reminding each other that we all add something to life that's valued!

The need for speed.  Whatevah!

The Aloha Stadium where the Pro Bowl is held. 

Nice road shot of downtown Honolulu.

Drive by of Tripler Army Medical Center.  That's the pink building on the left.

The Brow of the Tuna!  Diamond Head.  Oh, there I am:  in the bloomin' mirror!

Went here to eat at The Counter.

The triple plate:  fries, onion rings, and sweet potato fries.   Yum.  The burger was also quite excellent.

The bane of last weeks existence.  My mandoline thumb.  It's on the mend now, but typing/writing was a real horses arsed thing to do! 

Well, I hope that catches me up enough.  I reckon these pics don't tell a whole lot, but there it is.  I'll do better next week now, if I can keep pinching the kids laptop!  For some odd reason, my PC hates me and enjoys the fact that in order to blog pictures from my camera, I must go through a gazillion (actually, only two) steps to do so.  There's the rub.  Anyway, I do so love to share so I shall keep on taking these steps for my dear bloggy buddies.

2/52

52 weeks of daily life in pictures: trials and celebrations, the extraordinary and mundane -- whatever is unique to the week. Join me and Barbara (the host) if you like.

curling bark is fascinating to me.

I took three shots at different angles and this one was the one that won.

A whale bird (actually called Pluver) atop a rock by the Arizona Memorial on Ford Island.

Apparently, this is the house John Wayne lived in for a film he did here.  I like the tree.  Look at the trunk!

A kid who is almost always nearly in motion.

Textures and angles.  That's what I'm after this week. This is the Banyan tree.

I just think these are unique to Hawaii, as I've never seen them anywhere else. 

A towel bar is hung.

Uprooting the mess was the easy part.

Cutting it down for the lawn bags is the back breaking bit.  I still have have to go through.

A view of St. Anthony's retreat center in Kalihi.

Who wouldn't want to have a retreat/conference here?  A lovely babbling brook.

One of the historic orphanage buildings.  It has rooms, dining hall, kitchen, and a chapel.

At the end of the Stations, we all come to the Cross.

My kids with St. Damien of Molokai relics at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Peace, Honolulu.

Bishop Larry Silva with the new Candidates for Deacon and their wives.

Myself, Easter (who's husband is in Deacon formation now), and Katie.  Honolulu, HI.